#SSceneC2015 : Kate Allure @KateAllure vs Madeline Moore @MsMadelineMoore

Posted August 13, 2015 by Nix in Sex Scene 2015 / 0 Comments

cooltext129748819578231Kate Allure – Lawyer Up

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“There’s more I want to do with you, my dear Liza.” Hawk pulled two silk ties from his bag. “And these will do nicely.”

“We’re going to play dress up?”

“Not exactly, but you will wear these. Are you game for something a little risqué?”

I laughed. “Oh, I don’t know. Let me see…a one-night stand in a law office, wild sex in an airport pod hotel. I think we’ve got risqué covered.”

“Okay, maybe kinky is a better word. And short of you shouting for help, my dear, I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

My stomach dropped at the exact moment my pelvis clenched. Lucky Hawk was full of surprises today. “Umm…what are you planning exactly?”

Hawk sat next to me, draping the neckties on his lap, and then placed his index finger against my mouth, silencing me. “Shhh. No more inquisition. I want to play with your body…and you’re going to let me.”

My pelvis clenched harder, creating instant aching desire. The fluttering in my stomach added a jittery edge as my pulse escalated.

He hadn’t phrased it as a question, but Hawk seemed to be waiting for my agreement, so I nodded.

“Put your hands out.” He picked up a necktie and quickly wrapped my wrists securely, efficiently tying them together with a knot.

“What’s this?” I watched Hawk pick up the other silk tie, and then stand over me. “What are you doing?” I asked again, but quick as a flash he slipped the silk between my open lips and gagged me.

I stared at him wide-eyed, blown away — and hotly aroused — by what Hawk had done. This was a game I’d never played before, and the idea of doing it when I could occasionally hear airport sounds through the walls was perverse. No wonder he had such a wicked grin on his face. My eyes flicked back toward his, and he was looking serious now.

“Liza, if you don’t want to do this, just raise your hands up and I’ll untie you.”

Did I want to do this?

Making a decision, I lowered my bound wrists to my lap. My gaze dropped down as well, and I heard him suck in a harsh gasp. Perhaps Hawk thought it was submission when, in fact, it was a rush of shyness. This kinky stuff was hot, but I felt off-kilter, nervous.

Hawk stood then and walked back to his bag. I watched him pull out a blindfold. Within moments, he’d slipped it around my head, cutting off my sight, leaving me in darkness.

“Stand up, Liza,” Hawk ordered. He guided me up and led me over to the wall a couple feet away. “Raise your arms over your head.”

I complied, and Hawk rapidly attached my bound hands to the wall over my head. To what, I didn’t know. I racked my brain, trying to remember what was there, and vaguely recalled a hook and suit hanger. I pulled slightly, testing it, and my arms held fast. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Ah, my dear Liza. You look so hot like that. I could happily leave you there a long while just to enjoy the sexy view, but we don’t have a lot of time.”

I heard Hawk go back in his bag and wondered what was next. I whimpered and realized the loss of my voice left me feeling at his mercy. I whimpered again and then sucked in a gasp when I felt something brush across my naked body. It was soft, but I couldn’t tell exactly what it was. A moment later, it swept over me again. Everywhere it passed, it left a trail of tingling nerves. Hawk caressed my breasts and I arched into his hands.

“Separate your legs, Liza.”

I considered refusing, leaving them tightly together, but the tsking sound Hawk made prompted my compliance, and I moved my feet apart…some.

“Farther, Liza.” He tsked liked a disappointed teacher or…master.

I moved my feet wider and then felt his foot nudging them even farther apart, until I was wide open down there. Then the teasing softness swept up my inner thigh and down the other before it was caressed across my pussy. My heightened senses and feeling of helplessness exaggerated every sensation, making the mundane acute. I moaned as the pulsing ache between my legs grew almost painful.

“Please,” I moaned through the gag. The word was unintelligible, and anyway, I wasn’t sure what I was pleading for. I tugged on my bindings again.

“Ahrgh,” I screeched suddenly. It came out muffled and erotic, even to my own ears. Sharp teeth had bitten my nipple. Then I felt the wet lap of Hawk’s tongue soothing the pain and I melted, my legs collapsing until I hung by my arms from the hook.

“Up you go,” he said, pulling me back to standing. “I can’t leave the twin unattended.”

I froze. Hawk would bite the other one now. I shivered, uselessly pushing my back against the wall trying to get distance.

Then I was waiting. Waiting. When would he do it? I listened for any sound that would indicate his next move, but Hawk moved with stealthy quiet.

Then I felt something touching my clitoris. Flicking it. Fingers? Hawk was stimulating my clit. Little naughty flicks in my most sensitive spot. I panted in response to provocation that seemed to grow exponentially. He’d really done very little to me, but I transformed into a raving slut desperate for more titillation. I begged again and again through the gag. Hawk chuckled, and I stamped my foot in frustration. Thrashing about on my tether, I tried to pull free to launch myself at him.

“Fuck me or stop,” I wanted to yell at him. “Oh god! Fuck me now. Please!”

“Shhh. Quiet down, dear. If you want me to let you cum, then I expect you to follow my directions.”

And then Hawk did it again.

Bit my other nipple—hard!—and I cried out. I felt the laving brush of warm, wet, soothing tongue, and disintegrated. A puddle of nerve endings amid a hot rush of desire.

Then, suddenly, Hawk was everywhere at once. Nipping an earlobe, sucking my breast into his hot mouth, planting little kisses all along my clavicle while his hands blazed tingling trails across my skin.

There was the briefest of pauses—my body screaming out for more contact where there was none. My moaning encouragement stopped in confusion.

Then I felt his tongue again, directly between my thighs, teasing my clit. His fingers joined in the play, sliding into my hole and then trailing wetness down my thighs.

“You’re so very wet. And sweet,” he murmured, his face buried in my mons, his very words a tickle on my skin. “I want you to come for me like this, and then I’ll fuck you one last time.”

He plunged his face into my pussy, lapping and nipping, pausing only long enough to order, “Come now, Liza!”

And I did. Keening and thrusting, I exploded. Climaxing over and over until I hung from the hook, boneless and weak. Unable to think coherently or even moan.

“So lovely and beautiful. You humble me with your trust,” he murmured.

Hawk scooped me into his arms, dislodging me from the hook. He placed me on the daybed, and I could hear him ripping open a condom and muttering, “I should probably untie you first, but I can’t wait. I can’t wait.”

cooltext129750505189949Madeline Moore –  Debutante 

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The thought of sinking his dick into Marion’s eager asshole was so enticing he was practically running. Paul had better keep up because he sure as hell wasn’t slowing down.

She was easy to spot. Her hennaed head of riotous curls stood out even in a crowd as large and rowdy as this one. Just as she’d said, she was pressed up against the barricade, chanting along with the rest of the crowd. She’d be singing a different tune in a couple of minutes.

Marion didn’t so much as look to see who it was that suddenly grabbed her from behind. She just tilted her ass back, inviting ‘a stranger’ to do whatever he wanted.

He unzipped his pants and flipped up her full, short skirt, exposing her bare ass for a flash. Luke gripped his dick, dipped his knees and jammed his raging hard-on up her ass. No fuss, no muss.

Marion gasped. She froze, both hands gripping the barricade to keep her balance as her assailant rammed the full length of his rod inside her.

‘’Atta girl,’ he whispered. ‘Take my great big dick up your ass like the anal slut you are.’

‘What the hell!’ Marion enunciated as best she could, given the circumstances. Obviously, she was doing her part to make sure their dialogue didn’t get lost in the roar of the crowd. ‘Who the fuck are you?’

‘None of your business.’ Luke, taking his cue from Marion, spoke as clearly as he could and as loudly as he dared. ‘What the fuck difference does it make, bitch? I’ve got what you want. Admit it.’

He pushed harder, jamming her up against the barricade and burying his dick another quarter inch inside her.

“I want it!’

She knew who it was. He was sure of it. Luke’s memory was flooded with images of Marion and him fucking each other’s brains out. It’d been so easy. So goddam fucking easy. And so much fucking fun.

‘Diddle your clit if you want to come because I don’t give a fuck if you do or not.’

One of Marion’s hands dropped from the barricade. She wriggled it down between the barricade and her body and slid it under the hem of her skirt. She swayed a little.

Now that Luke was inside her both hands were free. He kept one on her shoulder and grabbed the railing of the barricade with the other.

‘Christ,’ he hissed.

‘What the hell?’ A shocked voice let him know they’d been spotted. No time to waste.

      ‘Hey!’ This voice came from the other side of the barricade. The cops would be on him in a moment. He didn’t care. If they tried to drag him off he’d drag her with him. They’d have to hose the two of them down to separate them now.

Marion moaned. ‘Oh my God . . . ’

Luke fucked her hard and fast. It was heaven to be inside her tight, hot little asshole. It was . . . it was . . . almost too much . . .

‘Fuck!’ The first spurt of come seemed to be sucked from his whole body, from his firmly planted feet to the top of his head.

She whimpered. ‘I’m gonna come. Don’t stop. Please . . . I’m coming right fucking now!’

Her cunt contracted so violently her tunnel squeezed the length of his prick and he spurted again and again and again and again . . .

Luke sunk his teeth into the back of her neck, like a mutt claiming its bitch. It was the only way he could keep from howling.

‘Po po,’ muttered a voice behind him. Right. Paul.

Here came the long arm of the law.

But it didn’t matter. Luke was done. He pulled out, zipped up and took off. He didn’t know if Paul was behind him or had kept his camera on Marion. He didn’t know and he didn’t care. At the moment, he didn’t even care if Marion was getting lost in the crowd or dragged off to the cop van. He was free and that’s all that really mattered.


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