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)
“Fuck!” she screams as he begins drilling her, his balls slapping against her pussy with every thrust, her breasts jiggling wildly as he pounds her. “Oh my god, I’m sensitive, I—"
“You’ll be fine,” he growls, not slowing down. “You can take it, baby girl. I know you can.”
Tamara’s eyes roll into the back of her head and all she can do is grab onto his thighs, trying to keep herself steady as he fucks up into her at lightning speed. By now, we’ve given up on our card game, and Jamison and I stroke ourselves quickly, in time with Dane’s thrusts, watching as he screws Tamara’s brains out.
“Fuck this shit,” Jamison growls and squeezes his eyes shut. “She was so tight. I bet it feels amazing to be drilling her like that.”
“Her pussy’s sucking me in as if it doesn’t ever want me to pull out,” Dane grunts. “Oh shit, oh shit.”
My mouth is practically watering as I see Tamara’s pussy creaming, and her nonstop keening and mostly incoherent begging go straight to my tool, spurts of pre-come beginning to leak out. I close my eyes for just a few moments, imagining that my fist is Tamara’s pussy, and when I open my eyes again, I see that Dane has gone completely still and is holding Tamara down on his cock. She spasms around him, drooling and moaning as she twitches weakly, and seconds later, I see his come leaking out of her pussy and making a mess all over his cock.
The sight is enough to send me over the edge and I growl as I stroke myself through my climax, semen landing all over my fist. But Dane’s not done yet. My buddy reaches between Tamara’s legs and begins rubbing her clit quickly. She tenses up and lets out a scream, and just a couple of seconds later, her body begins spasming again as she squirts. The splash of clear juice is beautiful as it arcs through the air, landing with a splat on the card table.
We all let out collective groans and Jamison growls out a couple of curses as he ejaculates too, white fluid seeping all over his fist. Holy shit. The room smells of sex and there’s no sound aside from our heavy breathing. My head is spinning after my orgasm and it takes a little while for me to ground myself again. I can tell that everyone else is in the exact same state.
“Fuck me,” I rasp. “I can’t remember the last time I came that hard—or witnessed a woman squirt, for that matter.”
My friends nod.
“Holy fuck,” is all Jamison can manage.
“It was gorgeous,” Dane agrees. At this point, I think I owe that son of a bitch one. More than one, really, for taking Tamara to the precipice like that.
But then, the curvy girl blinks and lets out a big sigh.
“I didn’t even know I could squirt like that,” she murmurs in wonder.
Dane smirks, looking as smug as ever. “Well, now you do. You’re welcome.”
“You’re a goddess,” I chuckle. “A squirting goddess, to be more precise.”
Tamara giggles but then the giggles turn into a gasp when Dane reaches around to touch her where they’re joined.
“Are you sensitive here?” he murmurs. “Was three cocks in your cunt too much?”
She shakes her head, still breathing hard.
“No, I’m okay,” she manages. “Why?”
He grins.
“Because if you’re sensitive, we can use your other holes next if you prefer. Do you enjoy anal sex, Tamara? Do you have a tight asshole, baby? Would you let us test it out?”
The words are filthy, but Tamara’s not turned off by his attitude at all. Instead, she merely smiles coyly and nods.
“You mean, whack a mole, but using my bottom this time?”
I chuckle.
“That’s it exactly, sweetheart.”
Tamara merely titters again before jiggling her breasts at us, the white orbs bouncing.
“Be my guest, gentlemen,” she coos in a throaty tone. “I’d love to play another round of whack a mole with you from the back this time.”
Jamison, Dane, and I groan because obviously, Tamara is the woman for us. She’s slutty, filthy, and available to play any game that we desire. I shouldn’t be surprised because this is Vegas after all – where dreams really do come true.
4
TAMARA
“You’ve got to be lying!” Stasia’s voice is so loud that I wince a little.
“Girl, you know it’s true,” I say into my laptop screen. “I swear it happened.”
She shakes her head with wonder.
“Oh my god, Tam. I’m so proud of you! You really had sex with three men?” she practically screams, and I giggle, nodding my head while rifling through outfits in my closet.
“Yeah, and to be honest, I can’t even believe it myself. I mean, I’ve had sex with clients in the high rollers room plenty of times before, but never three at once. What in the world was I thinking?”