By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 27 - The Pleasure Dome

After thirty minutes or so of having watched Belinda being fucked, especially in the last little episode filmed and the Eastlake Country Club, I found myself distracted and unable to concentrate on my task of sorting the files. I tried to remember exactly what Belinda had said to me on the night I arrived. It was something about having seen me on television 'performing' with Nelson. She really rubbed it in too.

"Nelson." I said his name softly out loud and it resound in my head. It didn't take a lot to imagine him threatening Belinda and forcing him to do things. Not now. Not now that he'd revealed his true colors.

But my thoughts kept drifting back Belinda fucking herself on that guy's cock at the club. The thought sent a tingle through me and I pressed my thighs together under the desk to quell the pleasant sensations. Touching them together like that didn't do anything to take my mind off the tantalizing thoughts that began to stir in my mind; the soft smooth touch of one inner thigh against the other being something that had always been a source of arousal for me.

When I parted my thighs again, a very distinct scent of my arousal rose up from my seat. I could feel my face becoming flushed. My feet pressed into the carpet and I pushed myself back in the chair so I could lean back a little bit more comfortably. My hands pressed down between my thighs, starting down near my knees and slowly drawing up until they were close to my pussy. But I didn't touch myself right off. I reveled in the feeling of getting my fingers so close; close, but not touching.

In my mind I could easily imagine myself in place of Belinda at the Country Club. I transported myself there in my thoughts; nude, blindfolded, hands bound behind my back and sitting on some stranger's cock while all my neighbors and others watched from the side. I could feel it deep inside me, especially when I wriggled my ass to a position that lifted my feet off the floor; my entire weight now sitting on his cock.

The fingers I could now feel pinching my nipples were mine. My other hand dipped again between my thighs and teased my clit briefly. I sighed and held my breath every time contact was made. It became difficult for that hand to have full and unimpeded access, so I carefully leaned back a bit more and lifted my right foot so it rested on the edge of the office desk. The left one then followed and once both were secure against the edge, I inched them slowly apart until my knees were bent up and my legs widely spread.

I buried both hands into my crotch and, using the flat part of my palms and fingers, began rubbing upwardly, one hand after the other and with my fingers trailing up along the furrowed crevice of my pussy. My clit hummed to the touch. It felt magical. After several delicious minutes of this, I pulled back the hood of my clit with one hand and used my thumb and middle finger of the other to very lightly pinch my clit; to tease it into a fully swollen state of arousal. I tapped it as well, very gently, and savored the way it responded to each pixie-soft drum beat.

Again my thoughts drifted back the club and the lap dancing game. My eyes remained closed to keep the image fixed in my head and I gently bucked up my ass off the seat. My breathing became shallow and fast. The visitor who I'd almost seen in my early morning dream began to materialize again. He stalked me in my imagination, moving closer and closer at a rapid speed. He wasn't going to permit me the satisfaction of enjoying the brink of orgasm much longer. He was going to take me, right there and then.

I whimpered a plea for my unseen pleasure spirit to wait. To let me enjoy my tantalizing sensations of my fingers rubbing my clit. But no. He was almost on top of me. I threw my head back and bit my lower lip hard to contain a loud, throaty moan of perverse delight that demanded release. So close. So near. And ...

Yes! Mmmmmmm!

The muscles in my legs twitched and threatened to suddenly kick me back off my chair. My fingers toying with my clit suddenly lifted, The pleasure was intense, but still I wanted more. I touched myself again, and small sparks of delight shot through me, but I could only stand a second or two of this at a time. A giggle then exploded from the depths of inside me and I let my head drop back completely as it bubbled from my mouth. Feeling finally satisfied, I slowly opened my eyes and look up. There, directly above me, was one of the dome cameras Mr. West had been telling me about. It would have captured everything...