My hand lazily slides up and down his dick. I’m not trying to get him off yet, we have plenty of time for that, but I want to keep him there as it will make later so much more fun.
Damon moves around Layla’s body inspecting her before stopping at the end of the bed where Vixen is standing. His dick is already hard, and Vixen reaches out and wraps her hand around it. The moan that falls from his lips at her touch echoes through the entire theater. Damon reaches out and kisses Vixen again as she begins to slide her hand up and down his dick.
I match her strokes, and Mr. King groans at the same moment as Damon does, which is hot.
They lose themselves in the kiss for a couple of moments and eventually break away. Damon nods in Layla’s direction, and Vixen smiles. They both begin to trail fingers over Layla’s exposed body. Vixen plucks a nipple which has Layla humming, and Damon slides a finger between her folds, which has her biting her bottom lip.
The two of them continue to lazily run their fingers all over Layla’s skin as they move around her in a circle, each time touching or teasing another part of her body. Layla arches her back when Vixen slides a finger through her folds, but the chains hold her in place, and Vixen chuckles.
Damon then reaches out, grabs the sex swing, and helps Vixen into it. Once she’s secure with her legs spread wide and her knees bent as if she is kneeling in the air, he moves her over the bed where Layla is lying. He positions her right over Layla’s face, but she’s about five feet above her in the air. He then kneels on the bed right beside her, his face disappearing between Vixen’s thighs, and that’s when her moans echo through the theater as he begins to eat her right above Layla’s face. You can hear every lick and suck in stereo as it bounces off the walls around us.
Mr. King lets out the tiniest of groans as my hand continues to keep him hovering.
“She sounds so wet, doesn’t she?” I whisper into his ear.
All Mr. King can do is nod. His eyes never leave what is happening on the stage. I must be careful because of the overstimulation that’s happening right in front of him—men don’t seem to last long in this situation.
“Can you hear how much she loves his tongue sucking on her clit?”
He nods, but still, no words come out.
“It reminds me of how well you suck on mine. Feel how wet I am from the memory,” I say, grabbing his hand and sliding it between my folds.
“Fuck, Elle,” he curses as his fingers sink inside me.
My eyes roll back in my head as his thick fingers slide through my wetness. I notice he’s watching me now instead of the scene before us.
“Eyes on them,” I tell him.
It takes all his effort to pull his attention from me, but he does just in time for Damon to pull away from Vixen, her wetness glistening under the stage lights all over his face. He then presses another hidden button which begins to lower her right over Layla’s face. As soon as Layla makes the connection, Vixen is thrashing about wildly against her restraints as Damon keeps her poised over Layla’s face. Vixen’s moans and groans continue to echo throughout the theater.
It’s not long until I hear others in their seats beginning to enjoy what’s happening before them.
Damon grins mischievously as he presses the button and pulls Vixen off Layla’s face while both girls are panting and groaning from the move. He then shoves his dick down Layla’s throat as he stands over her, then his face disappears between Vixen’s thighs again.
Things are really starting to heat up now as the three of them lose themselves on stage, the acting element now over as they all begin to give into their desires. I know it’s not going to take them long before they reach their crescendos, and I want to make sure Mr. King reaches his at the same time. So, I move his hand from me, much to my pussy’s horror, and then I straddle him reverse cowgirl style so he can fuck me while watching the stage.
I slide myself down over his glorious dick, which pulls a hiss from his lips, and the next thing I know, he’s sitting up, pressing his chest into my back. His hands are gripping my tits as he begins to pump into me.
“Eyes on the stage,” I tell him.
I can’t see if he’s obeying, but his thrusts begin to hasten.
Damon moves his dick from Layla’s mouth and tugs Vixen as he moves down between Layla’s legs. He positions himself between her thighs, and you can hear the moment he slides into her. Layla pushes against her restraints—the clanging of the chains fills the room as do Layla’s gasps.
Damon then moves back to Vixen’s pussy and continues eating her while fucking Layla. The sounds of Vixen’s and Layla’s slickness and Damon’s slapping begin to filter through, and fuck, it’s hot. My pussy tingles with excitement as Mr. King continues to fuck me into oblivion.
The theater descends into chaos as the sounds of people getting off trickle in around us. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge as Mr. King continues to give me exactly what I want and need.
One of his hands slides from my breast to my clit, and that’s game over for me. I let out a primal scream as I fall over the edge, and Mr. King’s teeth sink into my shoulder as he’s not far behind me.