She Who Watches The Watcher

"Fuck."

I shot a look towards Briony. She was still as eager as before.

The lights went down unexpectedly and the two of us were bathed in a highlighting glow. I snatched a breath. Whatever I'd let myself in for was about to start.

Out of sight, the two girls that'd tied us had removed their gowns. They stepped forward in front of us and I saw dungeon masters now. Mistresses for the show ahead.

"Oh fuck."

Adrenaline raced through me and instinctively I pulled at the restraints. I was going nowhere. My eyes went back to Angela and the other girl. They were dressed identically in leather boots that reached up to their thighs and red basques. Firm bare arse cheeks and the hint of exposed pussies in their thigh gaps held my attention. When Angela turned to check we were compliant I saw her basque pushed her ample tits up so that they bulged over the tops of tiny cups. They acted as little more than shelves to bare flesh. Gorgeous richly coloured nipples pointed towards me.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Briony's girl stood out in front and made the grand introduction.

"For your entertainment tonight we present to you Briony and Ella."

As I stood stretched in the frame with my sex on full display the audience clapped.

"Two willing participants who have volunteered to be punished and rewarded in equal measure." She lowered her voice a little as if sharing a secret.

"Be sure to show your appreciation when they scream."

Scream was exactly what I did next as a paddle spanked my arse.

"Fuck."

It hurt. A hot stinging sensation spread across my cheek. And before it eased I received another across the other cheek. And then across the tops of my thighs.

Next to me, Briony was getting the same treatment.

Hands were laid on my body. Stroking my flesh. Soothing my stinging arse and thighs. Tickling the insides of my legs.

"Uhhh."

Then a stinging smack straight between my legs landed square on my pussy.

"Ahh."

I jerked sharply, leaving my tits bouncing for the entertainment of my audience.

"Fuck."

My knees turned to jelly as the pain rose upwards through me and I hung by my wrists gasping for air.

A soothing hand cupped my sex and rubbed the pain to arousal. My wetness soaked the palm that moved back and forth over my swollen vulva.

"Uhhhh."

Angela walked past me to pick something up just out of my sight. It wasn't until she turned that I saw the strap-on. My mouth fell open as she smiled before moving around behind me.

"Oh, Christ."

Fingers were at my pussy, fingering me and spreading my juices up around my arse. I gasped.

To my side, I could see Briony was ahead. My eyes shot towards Briony just in time to see her cry out as her tormentor thrust into her pussy. I quivered at the realisation the same was coming to me any moment.

"Oh God."

The stiff latex attachment pressed at me. Lubricated and determined.

"Oh fuck."

Instinct made me pull at the straps on my wrists and ankles. They held me firmly in place. It was going to happen whether I wanted it or not.

The shaft filled me as my hips were pulled backwards, arching my back and drawing me onto the implement.

"Uhhh."

Angela pressed herself against my buttocks and put her hands around to my front, lifting and holding my tits.

"Relax and enjoy." She whispered in my ear.

Then the fucking began slow and gentle. I moaned softly. Ahead I saw the eyes all watching. Intent and alert. Male and female. Every one of them was absorbed by my degradation. I was a toy. Meat to be abused for their pleasure. And it felt so good.

The fucking speeded up while my still cupped tits bounced in her hands.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

I responded. I pushed my arse back with as much enthusiasm as Angela was pummelling me.

"Make me cum." I pleaded.

I was so fucking close.

Angela cheated me, pulling out and stepping back without warning.

"No."

I was left me hanging.

Hands laid back on my body as I came down from the near-high. They stroked my arms, my legs, and my whole torso. It was a sensuous massage that cooled and calmed my flesh. My breathing eased and I focused on my surroundings again.

Our audience was watching intently. I could see hands between partners touching, whispered exchanges. The contained excitement between them was being betrayed. Each one of them was horny. Growing more desperate to fuck for themselves.

To my side, Briony was having her tits slapped by her mistress. I watched as her flesh bounced. Her cries of pain and ecstasy with each impact rang in my ears. Her body shook each time.

She was a mess. Her hair was matted. Sweat dripped and ran down her body. Her pussy oozed and trickled down her legs. And yet somehow she still looked beautiful. Alluring.

The massage eased. Hands became fingers. Fingers that reached up between my legs to touch my purse. They teased the hot flesh again and a droplet of stinging sweat dripping into my eye left me with the realisation that I looked much like Briony. A hot dishevelled wreck, quivering with need.

"Uhh."

It was beginning again. More torture for the pleasure of our watchers. More pleasure for me.

My tits were squeezed and my nipples pulled sharply until I cried out. My whimpers and groans became a cacophony of noise as it mixed with Briony's.

I can't describe how much it hurt to have my little tits pulled hard. Nor can I describe the pleasure it sent racing to my pussy when they were released.

"Fuck."

Angela pressed against me. Her tits rubbing against mine. Her hot breath tickled my neck.

"Aw god."

My head swooned and I rubbed myself along the shaft that protruded between my thighs.

Then she slid down me until her face was at my purse. My whole body shook as under the watchful eyes of so many I had my pussy licked and fingered from beneath and behind.

At this point, I didn't care. I was absorbed by the demands of my body. All I wanted was to cum. I wanted to cum again and again. I didn't care if I died cuming so long as I experienced the joy.

"Please. Make me cum." I cried out.

This time everyone heard me.

She moved to my side, moving her hand to a frontal assault. One finger became two, then three. Angela increased her speed and depth until she was near fisting me. Her fingers going in so deep and fast. Her thumb was rigid and perfectly positioned to hammer my pearl. Another finger invaded my back passage.

"Uh...uhh...uh."

My whole belly filled with a pressure that grew and expanded until like an overfilled balloon it popped.

"Fuuck."

I bucked on Angela's hand, pulling at the restraints and rattling the frame. I was so far gone I didn't even notice as Briony hit the same high.

When Angela was finished with me I was spent. A limp victim hanging in my restraints. I didn't even have the strength to look up as our excited audience clapped their appreciation and began to leave.

I imagined these couples would be going home or to hotel rooms nearby to ease the tension pent up in them from our show. Some of them wouldn't make it. They'd be fucking in cars on the way.

The two girls began unstrapping us and I sat, rubbing my wrists furiously to get the blood flow back. I saw Angela bringing my clothes.

"Great show." She said with a smile.

"Hope it was as fun for you,"

"Yeah.

It was."

It was only then I realised our two tormentors were sisters. No. More than that. They were twins.

I wondered just who would ease their needs. For a split second, I imagined them together sorting their shared problem the moment we were gone.

The walk back was difficult. My legs were weak and ached with every step. People talked about being fucked senseless or spoke of being unable to walk after. Rarely was it true. Not unless they'd been used to the point we had. I was exhausted.

"I have a confession." Briony laughed.

"That was the first time I've ever done anything that wild."

I gave a half-hearted smile. Part of me was wondering if this was all going too far. From getting a kick, I was letting myself be abused for the entertainment of others. Was this truly what I wanted?

"Who owns that place?

I mean. Someone must pay the bills."

"No idea. Does it matter?"

"I suppose not."

I couldn't help but think it might. If I was unwittingly generating money for someone I kinda wanted to know about it.

As we passed a shop window I caught my reflection and stopped for a moment. I looked dishevelled. My makeup was smudged and my hair was just a tied-back bundle of knots and matted sweat. Anyone passing would know I'd had sex. I probably smelt of it. I doubted anyone would guess what kind.

"I look a mess."

Briony put her arms around my waist and muzzled my neck.

"You can crash at mine. Pop home in the morning for fresh clothes after a good bath."

The next day at work I felt like a fake. Dressed and presented as the demure face of female clothing. Serving housewives, sizing women for bras and helping young girls choose their dresses for the coming party season.

I was a respectable girl who fulfilled my role without a hint of anything unprofessional.

In reality, I was a predator. A sex-obsessed monster that preyed on girls just like some of these. Even now behind my glasses, my eyes hungered after the flesh of young tits. My fingers fought not to linger too long when measuring a waist or thigh length.

Or did I only think I was still the predator? Had I stopped being the big fish in a pond and become the minnow in the sea?

I'd crossed a line the night before into a world I no longer controlled. I hoped Briony did.

I even found myself wondering if some of our customers had been in the audience. It wasn't such a big town that it couldn't happen. Briony had demonstrated that.

To add to my discomfort I had a new distraction. Men's had a new recruit. A young man a year or two older than me at most. And he was cute.

He'd taken to talking to me on breaks. Normal conversation between colleagues. I'd almost forgotten what that was like. He chose today of all days to show he liked me more than just a little. Only a small gesture. But I noticed it.

"I got you a Starbucks."

"Thanks."

That was the gesture. A Starbucks. Or more importantly, the fact that he had gone for lunch and thought to bring one back for me.

He looked at home in a suit. Smart and bright. Rare in today's world. There were already rumours he was destined for higher things in the company. That he'd worked in three shops within a year suggested the rumours were true. He was being prepared for something much bigger than ringing the cash register for suits and denims.

"So.

London. Manchester. And now here. That's a fine mixture of shops. And a lot of moving around." I proved.

He grinned.

"I have a guardian angel somewhere up high who wants me to experience the full range of our business."

"And you don't mind moving around?"

"No ties. Suitcase in the car and I can sleep in another town tonight if that's what's needed."

"No ties.

You mean no girlfriend."

It was a statement. Not a question. I was certain I knew the answer. I just wanted to hear him confirm it. Though I didn't know why. Wasn't I into girls now? Or at least one particular girl.

"No. That's still an open vacancy.

Drop a cv and cover letter in my in-tray if you're interested in the position.

Don't wait too long mind. There's a lot of competition for the role."

Oh Christ. What would my CV say? Likes both cock and pussy. Excellent public performer. Provable track record. DVD evidence available.

"Not sure I could match up to some of the other candidates on experience." I smiled that coy smile that populated my face with its lie.

"It's not all about experience. Sometimes it's just... whether the boss likes you."

"Oh. So you're the boss?"

He grinned.

"Not yet. But that's where I'm going."

Oh he liked me alright. That was more than clear.

Seven

"We can't talk about this here."

I looked about nervously. A high street full of people. Many of them customers to the shop. I even noticed a neighbour going into the electrical store across the road.

"Why not?"

"Coz. People."

"Who cares?"

"I do."

"No, you don't.

You get a kick out of being watched."

"I get a kick out of watching. I never said I wanted to be watched."

"Really? Haven't heard you complain."

Briony pushed me around next to the corner.

"What're you doing."

She had me pressed against the wall just at the edge of the high street.

"Proving you a liar."

Her hand went down, reaching under my skirt. I tried to push her away but she was forceful.

"Stop. Someone will see."

I wanted to fight her off but I dreaded it attracting attention.

"Umm."

I bit my lip as her fingers pressed at the gusset of my panties.

"Stop." I protested as quietly as I could.

"Uhh."

My body was the great betrayer. My purse flooded and oozed out onto the material being pressed and rubbed against it.

I clenched my teeth and stared out at the people passing just a few feet away, praying no one looked our way. Briony's fingers worked me, tiny wiggling digits that teased my pearl and rode the crack of my purse.

"Mmm."

"See how you like it? How excited it makes you that strangers might see you?"

It was exciting. But it was an unwanted excitement. The risk of embarrassment was far beyond what I considered acceptable. And yet still my body reacted to her touch. I turned my face away from the street. If someone saw us I wanted to remain in blissful ignorance.

My knees turned to jelly as my stomach churned in fear.

"You're so frightened someone will see you."

"Yes." I confirmed meekly.

"Fear is the greatest aphrodisiac. It's why so many women fantasise about rape."

I dug my fingers into her shoulders and willed it to end quickly.

It did. It came with a rush and a gasp I tried to stifle by pressing my face into Briony's neck.

"Uhmm."

"Oh, that's beautiful."

Her eyes were just inches from my face. She studied my expressions with a glee.

"That's it. I love it when I make you cum."

Then she was away from me. Stood back as though she wasn't part of it while I shuddered and tried to catch my breath. I stared at her in disbelief. The first hints that she had no filter at all started to invade my mind. Just how far would she go?

"I need to get back to work." I muttered.

I straightened my skirt and pushed my glasses back into place. Then hurriedly I headed up the alleyway. I'd go back the long way around. I couldn't face walking out into the high street amongst all those people while I was still flushed in the face. Behind me, Briony had no such compunction. She brazenly went out into the high street and headed towards the bank.

My fluster had passed by the time I got back to the shop. Just the clammy discomfort of wet panties remained. To my frustration, I was caught by a woman in her thirties for a bra fitting before I could clean myself up. I was left to measure her with the conviction that she would smell me and know how my lunchtime had been spent.

It didn't help that she had nice tits that I got an eyeful of as she tried on several bras. All while I was still gripped by a lingering horniness. The aftermath of my activities.

"You think my boyfriend will like this?"

She twisted about and posed in front of the mirror, studying the near see-through garment. I averted my eyes from the wall of delightful flesh. Sometimes it was easier with the older ones. I had no compunction to salivate over a granny's wrinkled flab, but a younger hottie like this lady...

"I'm sure he'll love it. Especially if you buy the panties to go with it."

"Oh yes. Best to have everything match.

Yeah. I like it. If this doesn't get him going..." she giggled.

I smiled politely while quietly wanting to offer myself as a replacement if it didn't. Oh god, I was becoming a monster.

"The underwear is just the icing on the cake." I offered.

"Like having a nice frame on a painting."

She took the garment off completely oblivious to the quiver on my bottom lip as those two beautiful things bounced free with me struggling to look away.

"Okay. This is the one."

After taking the money for two nice sets of lace underwear, the ones with black push-up bras that fitted her C-cups perfectly, I nipped to the loo with some wet wipes.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

I muttered in the privacy of an empty washroom. My panties were soaked. A mixture of my last customer and Briony's lunchtime play. I stepped out of them and screwed them up into a ball to push into a pocket. I used a wipe to freshen up my purse. Then straightening my skirt I took a deep breath. Three hours. I could do that.

"Skiving?"

Just my luck to walk into Tom as I came back out.

"Just...

Didn't have time on my break." I muttered.

I couldn't help but think how surreal it was to be standing in front of him in the full knowledge I now hadn't any panty-less and turned on by a customer's tits. My cheeks burned.

"Don't look so worried. I was just joking."

Thank goodness he interpreted the look on my face differently from its actual cause.

"We should have lunch together tomorrow. I don't mind queuing for sandwiches while you er ... make time for a tinkle." He grinned.

"Christ." I laughed.

"Am I really standing here discussing my peeing habits?"

"Apparently. Different though, I'll give you that.

So what about it? Lunch I mean."

I was beginning to grin. He was funny.

"Yeah. Okay. That would be nice."

I went back to work on another high.

Eight

Not everything was a public performance with Briony. More often than not it was just the two of us. Locked away from the world in her bedsit as I became a student on how to please her.

I learnt quickly she loved to be naked, even when we weren't immediately fucking. I became accustomed to her opening the door to me in varying states of undress. And I was comfortable joining her as soon as the door closed. Often enjoying the freedom to escape the constraints of tight clothing.

This evening was no different. The lights were down low and candles scented the room. We were laid on her bed naked as the day we were born and we'd done nothing yet beyond a little kissing and touching.

"First girl I fucked was older than me." She started with another story.

I became used to Briony's determination to shock me with questions about my past sex life, or stories of her own.

"Not a girl. A woman. She was fifty."

Her eyes were looking for a reaction as they always did.

"She was the branch manager at the time."

Now she got one.

"Your boss?" I smirked with surprise.

"Yeah. She looked so hot in her business suit. All arse and tits."

"How long ago was this?"

"Christmas before last. We all went out for a meal. I was the new girl then and she took a shine to me. Asked me back to her hotel room after."

I was keen to hear the rest.

"I was a bit naive then. My history was all guys. I never even seriously thought about a girl. Sure I'd fantasised as we all do, but I never considered I'd actually do one.

Anyhow, I thought we were just gonna get drunk, drunker, from her minibar. Instead, she just shut the door and stripped in front of me."

"Didn't you just run?"

"That was plan A if I'm honest. But she was my boss and I guess that power dynamic held me in place for a few moments.

But then I saw her tits and I just wanted them. It was like a switch inside was flicked on and suddenly there was this whole new world opening up to me."

She drew a breath at the memory.

"Gorgeous large milk jugs they were. Nipples the size of pegs. And so fucking firm. The rest of her was hot as fuck as well.