Dirty Affairs

CHAPTER 53 Lustful Atmosphere

Meanwhile, after Cynthia ended the call between herself and Sophia, she proceeded in keeping things in place and making sure the sex slaves were ready for the night party and also moving around the party premises to make sure things were going perfectly fine.

Cynthia let her eyes scan the dark room below her almost leisurely. The multicolored fluorescents danced across the room, briefly illumining the dark bodies of various scantily dressed women, most of them ensconced in the arms of their lovers for the night, or as Cynthia preferred to call them, their clients.

From her vantage point perched on the railing of the bar above, she had a bird's eye view of the going-ons below, including the woman whose arse bounced rythmically and shamelessly on the lap of a groaning man who clutched at her milk-white breasts desperately, and even the more discreet couple in the corner who locked innocent at first glance, but on a second were obviously gyrating slowly, their clothes still in place. They were definitely not fooling Cynthia. She knew at that moment, the man had his dick buried deeply in that woman's arse. She'd been too long in this business for all these to be news.

She swirled her wine in its glass, ran it under her nose and took another sip. feeling a pooling of heat in her own body. She also had some tension to release.

Again, she scanned the room below for any participant that might be willing but wasn't engaged at the moment. This time, she let her eyes scan the darker corners of the room where the other women stood leisurely. Her eyes fell on a lone woman in an armchair at the very corner of the room who sat, legs crossed, sipping a glass of red.

That was the one. Cynthia stared, wishing for the woman to look up at her. In a very short time, she did. Cynthia wondered if it was the inbuilt sense of being watched and assessed all hookers had.

She slowly looked her up and down. She had a pretty face. but the rest of her was hidden in the shadows. Cynthia beckoned to the woman below, flashing her a smirk and the woman sensuously rose to her feet with a hand on her ample hips. Cynthia's blood ran hot.

She watched as her prey strode confidently up the spiralling staircase, meticulously putting one foot in front of the other, making her hips sway tantalizingly, and the green dress she wore seemed to caress her skin

Cynthia raised a surprised but impressed eye. Unlike most of the other women here, she wasn't dressed in red, the colour of sex. She didn't need to. The emerald green satin complimented her skin perfectly and her dark red her was offset beautifully. The dress had a cowl neckline lower than usual, advertising perky cleavage Cynthia couldn't wait to bury her face in. Her red stilettos were sky high, but she walked as though they were an extension of her own legs.

"What's up?", She said and she sidled up next to Cynthia. Her voice was the perfect blend of feminine and husky. "Damn, it's cold up here. My tits are freezing off.”

Cynthia slid a look at the aforementioned tits. They looked so bouncy and appealing, she couldn't help but wonder if they were real or fake. "They're real, honey”, the woman answered for her, seemingly reading her mind. "Wanna do a check? I'm Jade, by the way.”

Cynthia stopped herself from actively licking her lips. “You're a pretty morsel, Jade", her voice was almost as husky as Jade's. "Bet I can keep those tits warm for you.”

Jade snuggled closer, pushing her arms under her boobs and all but pushing them in Cynthia's face.

"They're all yours, honey. And whatever other parts you might want to ah...keep warm.” She added a sultry wink at the end of the last statement. Cynthia flashed her a smirk. "In that case, follow me.”

She turned on her heels and marched away, Jade sashaying behind her.

She entered a private hallway, opened the first door she came across and stuck her head in. It was a bathroom. She entered, beckoning to Jade who entered and shut the door behind her. The lock slipped into place with a satisfying click.

Cynthia turned around and stalked towards Jade. Her fingers trailed the side of Jade's face, feeling the skin supple under her fingers. She brought her face closer.

"So..." Cynthia's breath tickled Jade's. "We we're saying something earlier?”

Jade smirked and tilted her head upwards so her full lips were mere inches fram Cynthia's. No more invitation needed, Cynthia swooped down and tasted the lips. She sucked, nibbled, lavished, plunged, stroking the corners of Jade's mouth with her wandering tongue.

They both clutched at each other's clothes. Cynthia at Jade's dress, Jade at Cynthia's shirt. They let their fingers roam each other's body, Cynthia shivered as Jade slipped cold fingers under her shirt and travelled upwards towards her sports bra. Cynthia squeezed Jade's plump arse with one hand while the other dove into her hair, dislodging the pins, making it tumble down.

Their tongues slavered in wild sync finally impatient, Cynthia's hand ound the betiice of Jade's dress nd ippec.down. Thankfully, the - material was elastic. Her brea sisS leapedhout like two plump patridges andhey both groaned. Cynthia at theSight of those marvellous objects and Jade at the sensation of her nipples being roughly tweaked by the downward path of the dress.

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Cynthia grabbed both breasts, squeezing and kneading, before finally taking a nipple in her mouth and drawing it into one long, hot suck. Jade gasped at the multitude of sensations coursing through her and her hands found the waistband of Cynthia's jeans. Soon, they divested themselves of all fabric. untangling fram themselves long enough.

"You're beautiful", Cynthia said roughly as she pulled Jade again to her. pinching her nipples. Jade squealed, and delved a finger into the warm folds of Cynthia's pussy.

She was already flooded with juices and groaned when Jade expertly twirled her clitoris around with her finger. "Yes, baby", she breathed. “Just like that!"

Her breaths were coming out in loud, fast gasps, and her insides began to clench as Jade worked her with her fingers, simultaneously flicking her nipples with one hand while Cynthia clutched helplessly at her large breasts, feeling her release climb. Just as her legs began to shake, Jade withdrew her fingers, denying her release

"Wha...what did you do that for?", Cynthia gasped out.

Jade smirked at her and popped the fingers that had been in Cynthia's vagina into her mouth. "You didn’t really think it would be that easy, did you?" She smirked. "Now come here", she said sultrily, jiggling her breasts slightly, drawing Cynthia's attention to them. "Make me come with your mouth."

Cynthia growled. "With pleasure."

In a flash she had Jade splayed out before her on the wall. She began to kiss a path from her breasts, down to her navel, and into her vagina. Jade's whirapering moans were music to Gynthia ears as she swirled her tongtte at the very top of Jade's clitorisyat the same time sinking her fingers deep into her vaginathole, wriggling them around and finally curving them as they hitthat little bump that was her g-spot. She flicked her tongue back and forth, doing the same with her fingers as Jade began to trash around, endering a very high scream. Liquid ushed in a steam out of her oneypot as the hooker finally came ndone. Hastily, Cynthia got to her feet.

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Cc Two

“You had your turn. Now, do me."

She watched, satisfied, as Jade shakily got to her knees and pressed her lips to Cynthia where she most needed it. She grabbed one of her I boobs anchguided her nipple < towards.Cynthia's dripping pussy; traili ngit around so that it was* coated i n the fluid and left Cynthia sau suirming at the tickling sensation. Finally, two of her fingers found its way into Cynthia, pumping slowly in and out, building up sensation again as Cynthia closed her eyes, head thrown back, moaning softly.

Jade's expert lips joined her fingers and soon, Cynthia was a moaning mess of desire. This time, when the orgasm came, it was violent and Jade didn't stop, instead pumping her out as Cynthia rode out her release. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .