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Dress Rehearsal

By Sommer Marsden

“Right like that. Right there, baby,” Will whispered, and I shook my head. Why was my positioning so very important? When we’d started messing around on the sofa after lunch, he hadn’t said he wanted to pose me like a little doll. I was getting annoyed.

“William, could we possibly get on with the fucking? I am not a manneq—” I had to stop because he’d put his mouth right to my pussy, sliding that tongue of his along the seam of my sex, nudging my clit so that I thought my knees would give out and I’d be sitting on my ass.

“Sorry, baby. There is a point. Behave, Alyce, behave. After all, you’ll be on stage tomorrow in front of all those people. You’ll have to have some patience—and let’s face it—balls to do it, too.”

I snorted. “You have the balls in this joint. I am just an exhibitionist. I like to be the center of—oh yeah…right there,” I said, cutting my own damn words off as he licked more. Lapping and sucking at me like we were locked in August heat and I was something cold.

The sun bounced off our neighbor’s window and stabbed me in the eye, a bright golden shard of pure yellow light that made me squint. I grabbed the string to lower the blinds and Will’s muffled, “Leave it” rumbled up my pussy into my lower belly, making me shiver and shake, spiking my nipples and heating my blood.

He’d slipped two fingers into my deliciously wet cunt and was flexing them in a way that had my vision swimming with little shiny spots. Miniature, surreal jellyfish of light that meant my brain was getting too much blood. Or maybe it wasn’t enough blood? Who knew? Who cared? Because I was coming, a fast hot rush of pleasure that twisted up my insides, my pussy milking at his stout warm fingers as he fucked me with slippery digits in front of the window.

I caught a different kind of flash in my vision. The sunlight had moved just a smidge, and I saw the blur of a white arm as it…jacked off?

“Will, Big Tom next door is watching. And…diddling himself!” I hissed, trying so hard to be upset, irate, mortified. But I wasn’t, because Will was standing, dead center in front of the window where he had me posed—yes, posed—and unbuckling his well-worn jeans.

“I know that, baby,” he murmured. “And you know you love it.” He spread me with his fingers, taking a long, show-off moment to run the head of his cock along my slit, painting me with my own eager juices.

“Oh, you brat,” I said, but I laughed. I could see Big Tom in my peripheral vision. His arm flying and his hips pumping. A golden spear of light across his midriff, his ginger chest hair shining in the sun. Our windows really were very close.

Will had me by the hips, pushing only the crown of his hard cock into my pussy. He held me there, suspended as I felt eyes on me. Big Tom’s and his.

“How long has he been watching us?” I asked, gasping as he finally thrust.

“For a while now. He’s a big fan of yours, honey.”

I would have laughed, but Will was banging into me now. No gentle, lovely thrusts, but pure power and I thrilled at it. Two sets of eyes on me as I was trapped in the rough-and-tumble grip of my man. “I like fans.”

“I know you do, baby. You’re an attention whore.”

I hung my head as an orgasm sidled closer. Will reached around, thumbing my nipples until I got that tickle in my throat that means I’m done for. Very soon. “I am a whore. For you, for my craft.” This was no secret, really.

The air cracked, and I bit my tongue to muffle my cry. Will was spanking me, large whooping cracks of his palm on my ass. It was a real treat to have a spanking from him, it was something he saved for special occasions. Or if I begged—a lot.

“Now you’re a whore for Big Tom, too. And soon, your very own first actual audience.” He accented the last three words with firm blows. I shuddered under him, eating up the attention and the pain and the sound of flesh striking flesh.

This would certainly help my stage nerves. Every time I felt jittery I would feel the pinch of his fingers, the sting of his palm on my ass, the thought of a man jacking off watching us fuck. “I’m going to come again,” I admitted, hanging my head. My hair brushed the dresser top as I pushed back to take each thrust he gave me.

Another smack, and it came rushing at me. The air was too thin, the room too bright, the world turning too fast, for just an instant. And then it was all lost in that tumble of flickering spasms and pleasure that seemed to reach my toes.

Will banged into me one, two, three more times and then roared his own release. It was probably my imagination but I swore I heard Tom follow suit. Our windows really were very close.

“Now you’ll be fine,” Will said, kissing my shoulder, nibbling my neck.

“How so?”

“We’ll just count that as your dress rehearsal.”

My nerves were banished, my body seemed to hum. I didn’t feel any kind of fear. I sighed “I can do that. But in a few moments, I might need just one more. To make sure I have it right.”

Will chuckled. “Anything for your craft.” And then he kissed me.