Free Room 54 - Book Three of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy by Kay Jaybee Page B

squeezing hard. ‘I see you find Miss Sanders as fascinating as I do. This is good news.’
    Sam watched as Miss Sarah produced a pair of love balls. They were obviously familiar to the girl, for she had parted her legs without being asked, and visibly clenched her teeth while the older woman took her time placing them inside her. Then, Jess was pulled to her feet and forced to stand with her arms outstretched and her legs apart.
    ‘Her task is to stay perfectly motionless. The balls must not fall out, and she must not come, even though every inch of her must want to. It will require her to have excellent physical and mental discipline.’
    Aware that his voice was rather more hoarse than usual, Sam asked, ‘And if she fails and they fall out?’
    ‘She’ll face more correction.’ Laura’s eyes narrowed. ‘Which reminds me, you are facing punishment for not accompanying Lee straight away.’
    ‘Come off it, Laura! I do have a life you know. You can’t snap your fingers and expect me to come running. And anyway, what do you call this if it isn’t punishment?’ Sam gestured the best he could in his captive state.
    ‘Oh this is just fun, darling, but I tell you what; if you manage not to come before Jess does, then I’ll forego the punishment I had planned for you, and you can help me administer it to her instead. OK?’
    The girl was so close; there was no way he could lose. The thought of being able to play with both her and Laura filled Sam’s head as he readily agreed.
    ‘Good.’ Laura undid his hands and told him to stand and take off his combats, which he did with great speed, his dick sticking out of the top of his boxers, its tip glistening.
    Turning the volume up on the webcam, the room was flooded with the sounds of Jess’s struggle to manage her breathing and delay her climax.
    Sam had to concede that ensuring he could hear the girl’s pleasurable torment was a clever move, as it added to his own growing desire.
    Slipping off her dress, Laura turned the artist so she could see the screen while he buried his face between her breasts. As he feasted on her, Laura slipped her hand inside his boxers and wrapping her palm around his length, placed her thumb over his tip, and slowly caressed his cock.
    Sam moaned softly into her flesh, trying his best to block out the sound of Jess in the background, who thanks to Miss Sarah’s commanding voice, he knew to be on her hands and knees awaiting the next stage of her instruction.
    ‘As you are busy and cannot see the screen, perhaps I should give you a running commentary, I’d hate you to miss anything.’ Laura kept her voice level, not betraying how quickly Sam had enflamed her own body as he worked his tongue across her tits, his hands finding her hips.
    The artist wanted to tell her not to, as it would only decrease his chances of winning, but he also felt a morbid curiosity to know what was happening. The images in his head couldn’t have been any more lurid than those on the screen anyway.
    ‘Miss Sanders is on the floor on all fours, and I can see the string of the love balls hanging from her pussy. Her arms are shaking with the effort of supporting herself, and her chest is swaying as it hangs down. There is something about that girl’s breasts, don’t you think? They simply scream to be smacked and then kissed better...’
    Sam murmured into her flesh, trying to ignore the intense sensations swimming towards his groin.
    ‘... Miss Sarah obviously enjoys them as well, for she has instructed the girl to stay immobile while she crawls beneath her. It looks as though Miss Sarah has decided she wants some fun of her own, she’s taking her top off ...’
    Squeezing his eyes shut, Sam struggled not to turn and look at the screen. The pressure on his cock remained steady, and he could feel the need to come rising in the pit of his stomach.
    ‘... Miss Sarah is naked. I knew from the moment I saw her six months ago that she was a woman who’d be a