Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
But it’s been worth our while. After all, the girls at the Corinthian are known to be incredibly hot and available, for the right price, of course. That’s fine because the three of us are wealthy assholes, so money is no object. As a result, we’re here with Tamara as she stares at us, her bosom heaving. Her supple tits are huge, close to spilling out of her tiny top, her thighs are thick and soft-looking, and her ass is nice too, with firm cheeks peeking from underneath a tiny skirt. Oh yeah, she’s shapely. Her body is curvy and perfect, just the way we like our women.
But still, Tamara’s hesitant.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” she asks in a low tone. My buddy Jamison nods while meeting her eyes.
“Yes, Tamara,” he intones. “We’d love to play whack a mole with you. Of course, you’ll be tipped afterwards. Generously, I might add.”
Tamara bites her lip as her cheeks flush. She’s so beautiful with her long brown curls and innocent expression, but I shake myself. This is no innocent. The Corinthian would never hire a naïve girl as a cocktail waitress, and sure enough, Tamara nods then.
“Okay, I’ll play. When do we start?”
Thank fuck she’s interested because I need to get a feel of that pretty pussy of hers. I grin, glancing at Dane and Jamison for a moment before looking at our beautiful victim again. I slowly unzip my pants before taking my cock out and her eyes widen as she stares at it, causing me to smirk.
“Like what you see?” I tease, and she nods quickly.
“It’s big,” she murmurs, her cheeks turning bright red.
I chuckle. “Come sit on it then. Our game starts now.”
Tamara hesitates for a moment, looking at Jamison. But then she nods and slips off his lap before making her way over to me. She hesitates for only a moment before pushing her dress up until her whole ass is exposed, baring those big white cheeks. Like a good girl, she’s got no panties underneath and her slit is already swollen, pink and gleaming with arousal.
Then Tamara sits on my lap, facing me, resting her hands on my shoulders as she looks me in the eye.
“Like this?” she asks in a breathy mewl. “Is this what you want?”
“Not quite. Here,” I murmur as I grab her ass, lifting her up. I wrap a hand around my cock, lining it up with Tamara’s entrance before glancing at her one more time to make sure she’s ready. When she gives me a slight nod, I push the tip of my cock inside of her and let out a groan as she sinks down the rest of the way, her pussy stretching around my length. The fit is tight, however, and Tamara’s eyes go round.
“Mmmm,” she moans. “Oh god, you’re big.”
“I am, sweetheart,” I manage to grind out. “Take your time though. Let’s get you stretched and ready first.”
Tamara’s eyes close and her face looks strained as she tries to adjust. The curvy girl squirms around for a few moments before finally going still.
“Are you okay?” I rasp.
Her eyes open slowly, and I see that her gaze is dazed.
“Yes,” she murmurs.
“Good.”
Then I grab her cheeks, digging my fingers into the soft flesh before spreading them apart.
“What are you doing?” she gasps. “Oh my god!”
But it’s too late. Jamison and Dane both groan as they stare at Tamara’s stretched out hole, currently stuffed full of my cock. She even leans forward, pressing her breasts up against my chest and reaching back to rest her small hands over mine, keeping her cheeks spread as she humps her hips up and down.
“Do you like what you see, gentlemen?” she giggles. I know what my friends are gaping at – a monster shaft stuck tight in her pinkness, with her asshole winking at them as they stare.
“Fuuuuck,” Jamison groans.
“Holy shit,” Dane adds.
But Tamara isn’t done yet. This is a woman who knows what she’s doing, and she clenches around me.
“Shit,” I mutter as my cock is squeezed, and she giggles, lifting herself up just slightly before sliding down on my dick again.
“So big,” she whispers. “I feel so full! I can feel you throbbing inside me,” she moans while biting her lip. I groan as she clenches around me again.
“Oh shit, you’re going to be the death of me, baby girl,” I rasp. “Oh shit, oh shit.”
Tamara manages to giggle a bit while clenching again.
“But it’ll be a noble death, won’t it?” she coos. Then, to my surprise, that asshole Dane motions to the dealer, and the fucker deals us a new hand.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I manage, my cock still stuck deep in the curvy girl.
Dane merely shrugs and grins, his blue eyes gleaming.
“No one said we couldn’t play and fuck,” he grunts. Then, the card game begins anew and I try to focus on my hand. I can barely concentrate, given that Tamara’s sitting me, and it takes everything in me not to buck my hips up and fuck into her, or to disregard the game completely, bend her over the table, and drill into her until she comes all over my dick. But I like how well-behaved the curvy girl is, sitting perfectly still and patient even though I can tell that she wants more.