Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I cried out at the very touch of his body, all the way up and down mine. I realized with a little surprise that in an essential way this first spooning represented the most intimate bodily touch Hendryk had shared with me. The warmth of his body seemed to suffuse mine, and the throbbing heat of his rigid penis, pressing arrogantly against my backside, sent such an intense frisson of need through me that I could feel a climax waiting just in front of me—as if I could see it in Candy’s eyes.
My master… Hendryk put his firm hand behind my knee. He positioned my legs so that he could thrust at full length into me whenever he felt like it, whenever he decided to begin using his beloved bed girl. The mere sensation of him arranging my limbs for his enjoyment of my pussy, the brushing of his fingertips against the outer lips of the slick hole his manhood would fill, seemed to propel me toward my release. Even before I felt the head of his cock pushing against the entrance to the place where I craved him so desperately, I moaned submissively, as if my master had already started to fuck me.
He pressed his rigid erection a little ways into my vagina. I cried out, my back arching, trying to press harder against his furry chest… the hardness of his strong, ultra-masculine body. In front of me, by contrast, I saw the soft, doll-like, ultra-feminine body of Candy. I gripped her hands harder, and she squeezed back.
“Does it feel good?” she whispered. No exclamation point, and no feigned innocence, in that question. I knew she knew the answer, and I knew, like a real girl, she just wanted the assurance that, yes, it felt good.
I bit my lip, my forehead creasing deeply, and I nodded, for I couldn’t find any words at all, even yes.
Then my master, my Hendryk, started to fuck me that way—that masterful, loving, intimate way, somehow rough and gentle at the same time. His right hand stayed on my neck, gripping lightly there as if a silent, almost menacing reminder of his power over me. His left hand moved freely over the rest of me, a different kind of reminder—that the man who owned me would touch whatever he wanted, however he wanted, whenever he wanted.
I came almost at his first deep thrust, and I kept coming and coming… sometimes closing my eyes and then opening them so I could see Candy’s face, kind and open and…
“Are you learning, Candy, you little slut?” Hendryk asked in a low growl as his cock moved in and out of me, my naughty bottom pressing against his firm hips with each deep thrust. I sobbed at the words, at the way the question seemed to apply to me, too.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. “You love Renee, and she loves you. It makes me happy.”
I felt another orgasm take hold of my body. I gripped Candy’s hands more tightly.
“Is that right, Renee?” Hendryk asked. His voice had a catch in it, and to my joy I felt his hardness pulse inside my pussy, his lap jerk against my backside. “Do you love me?”
“Yes, Master,” I sobbed. “Oh, yes.”
The End