XXX Chronicles

Chapter 3

"Sir, the lady asked me to give this to you, should you wish to watch her perform again."

Should I wish to? The little butler made me smile. He was too funny. All serious and dignified- in the most ridiculously undignified place. Wonder if he ever planned on ending up in some high end bordello. Only worse.

This place had become my new addiction. No, correction: She had become my new addiction. And while the little vixen played it all aloof and cool- I suspected she knew it. Typical woman- using her wiles to exert power over a silly smitten sap. Well, this silly sap was going to play it cool and stay in control of the situation. It had started with my first return trip, when I had received a little note from this very helpful, serious man whom I now knew as Jim, inviting me to her "show"- indicating the channel.

Who was I to turn a lady down? So, I tuned in. Heaven help me! Once again, I was treated to her stripping out of her clothes- for me, and for how ever many other viewers she had invited. This time, she wore virginal white, and her hair was tied back in a ponytail, her mask a matching satin and lace work of art. I suspected, these people went all out with their masks, and I also had begun to invest a small fortune. Masks make the man at this place. And the woman.

This time, I allowed myself a glass of wine, while reclining on the sofa, playing with myself as she touched and teased her body, locking her eyes to the camera. She removed her thong and granted her audience a daring view of her pussy. Her fingers had me entranced. She rubbed them over herself - almost approaching the treasure, then after a soft touch, a parting of her folds, she pulled back again. Finally, when I thought I could not stand the teasing any longer, she entered her opening with first one, then two fingers, making sure to put on a hell of a show removing them, flooding her clit with her juices while her head was thrown back in abandon. The other hand was brought up to her lips and she sucked on her index finger while continuing to pump her cunt. Then, reaching down, looking over at the camera with a naughty grin, she tweaked and rubbed first one nipple, then the other, making them stand at attention.

Feeling like a dirty voyeur, yet too mesmerized to turn away, I rubbed my own escaping juices around the head of my turgid penis. Excitement, lust, exhilaration, and pure sexual hunger swirled like a tornado inside my belly, making me ready to explode.

Come on baby...take it home. I'll be a gentleman and wait for you to go first.

Then, in a stunning turn of events, she turned away from the camera, leaving only her heaving chest, and her hand between her thighs in plain view before she finished herself off. I heard her moans and cries and watched her convulsing body...being left to imagine what it would be like to be inside her as she took the moment to preserve a piece of herself. Fucking shit- I don't think I ever came this hard simply watching someone as I did that day. It was a forbidden pleasure-naughty, dirty- and I really should have known better than to be a willing audience. But hey, I rationalized that she was doing this voluntarily. No harm done- not my business if she liked to get off to men watching her.

Before I left, I had another note delivered.

"Thanks for watching. Just to let you know. This was for your eyes only..."

Wow- ok, so she got off showing her goodies only to one person per night. What a sweet angel. My cynical assessment made me cringe. Who was I to judge her? Me, the guy getting off to what she was providing. Maybe it was healthier to simply stay away...

Said the fly to the honey before diving into the jar, suffocating in blissful agony.

I returned. And each time her note found me. I tried my best to run into her as I had that first night. I was dying to smell her sweet perfume or to gaze into those eyes again...maybe even to steal a taste of those ruby lips haunting my dreams. But no- she kept our relationship within the boundaries of the camera between us.