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camera she felt her fingertip nuzzling at her opening, beginning to enter it.
“Does that disturb you?” he said again.
“No,” panted Brenda. It was all she could manage to say.
“I would like you to take your panties off. You did put them on over the garters, as I instructed. Didn’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” said Brenda. She moved to take her panties off, sliding them down her long legs. She set them on the seat next to her and spread her legs a little further for the hidden camera.
“Are you still very turned on? Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she said. “Please.”
“Then by all means, continue.”
Brenda was surprised at herself. She found herself following his commands, continuing her masturbation. She was very close to her climax, and she wanted to get off more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. As she toyed with the entrance to her pussy, she stared into the blank lens of the camera underneath the far seat. He was watching her. Knowing that made her even more excited. Gently, tentatively at first, Brenda began to press her already cunt-slick finger into her pussy.
“That’s nice...” said the smooth voice on the other end of the phone. “Put it in deep....”
Brenda teased her finger into her cunt, playing with the tightness of the opening, feeling how slick and ready she was. She kept her fingernails a little long, so she had to be careful when she fucked herself with her fingers like this. Luckily, she was very used to it. Like most women, Brenda liked to rub her clit when she masturbated. But what she really loved was to feel her fingers inside her, to fuck herself with one or two or sometimes even three fingers, thrusting into her pussy until she came. As Brenda fucked herself now, she felt her pleasure mounting, her orgasm approaching, and she slipped her finger out to let a second finger join it. She pressed both fingers into her pussy as she rocked her hips, rubbing her bare ass against the softness of the limousine seat. With her other hand, Brenda was still rubbing her breasts, trading off from one to the other, playing with her nipples, which always helped to send her over the edge. She looked into the camera, thinking about how she was being watched, and with a hungry moan she lifted her ass off the seat, arching her back, pressing her pussy toward the camera. She knew it must look good framed there in the white garter belt, naked except for the frills of lace. Then she felt the explosion of her orgasm starting deep inside her body, and she knew that she could come no matter what she did now. So she kept fingering herself, thrusting two fingers into her cunt, faster and faster as her climax burst inside her, then crashed over her near-naked body like a sensuous ocean wave. Brenda groaned into the phone, giving herself over to the pleasure, letting the Master know how much he had turned her on. Finally, her fingers slowed their thrusting into her pussy and she settled back down into the plushness of the seat. She rested there for long minutes, basking in the warmth of the afterglow, savoring the feeling of post-orgasmic satisfaction.
She still played with her pussy, though her clit was much too sensitive to touch. After Brenda came, she liked to rub the outside of her cunt and feel the spasms shuddering through the muscles, reminding her of the intense pleasure she’d just experienced. She stroked her two slick fingers around the entrance to her cunt as the last quivers of her cunt muscles dwindled.
“You like to lick your fingers,” said the voice on the phone, persuasive and seductive. “I liked it very much when you did that.”
Brenda smiled faintly and laughed a little. She felt very distant, lost in the clouds of her pleasure. “I don’t usually.... I mean, it just seemed like the thing to do at the moment...”
“Would you do it again, Brenda? For me?”
She smiled. How could she say no to a Master who asked her so sweetly to lick her own juices off her fingers. Slowly,