Dungeon Crawl #5

Welcome to the fifth week of Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.

So, without further ado, here’s my snippet for this week, which is from Stately Pleasures. It follows on directly from last week’s post. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

The hand between her legs began to move again, and she held in a sigh of relief. Maybe she was going to be allowed to come. But it’d take a while if those fingers kept moving at such a maddeningly slow pace. She’d have to do something to speed things up. So she decided to utilise her most powerful sexual organ – her brain.

She closed her eyes, which immediately helped her focus on the sensations in her groin. Then she cast her mind back to what had happened with Ethan. She recalled how he looked – his trousers and underwear around his ankles; his face a picture of concentration and intensity. Then she remembered the way he’d made her feel. When he kissed her, lifted her onto the work surface, touched her pussy. Fucked her pussy …

This time, the moan was out of her mouth before she could stop it. Her eyes opened wide, and even without being able to see the facial expressions of either man, she knew she was in trouble. The hand between her legs was snatched away, and she heard tutting.

‘Really, Alice. You were doing so well too. I was going to let you come in about a minute, but now you’ve gone and ruined it.’ There wasn’t a hint of humour in Jeremy’s voice, and Alice screwed her face up in frustration, but only because she knew they couldn’t see it. ‘Stand up, please, Alice.’

Slowly she straightened up and felt a smirk tug at the corner of her lips as gravity pulled her skirt back down, covering her up. No more exhibitionism for her. She twisted her mouth into a neutral position as a hand grabbed her wrist and moved her so she was facing back into the room – and towards the two men.

The smirk threatened to re-emerge as she noticed Ethan shift uncomfortably and press a hand over his crotch. He clearly had a hard-on – for the second time that day, that she knew of – pressing against the inside of his clothes. Using her peripheral vision, she sneaked a peek at Jeremy’s crotch area. He either had an unusually large cock – she guessed she’d find out soon enough – or he too, had an erection.

Alice could scarcely believe it. She, Miss Plain Jane, had two super-hot men standing in front of her with stiff dicks. They both wanted her. She resisted the temptation to pull all her clothes off and sprawl on the floor like some kind of wanton woman and beg them to fuck her. Both of them. At once, if they liked.

God, how she’d changed in such a short time. She’d gone from someone so un-sexual – if that was even a word – that she hardly ever masturbated, to a person who was almost a nymphomaniac. She blamed Jeremy and Ethan.

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