Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
“I’ll fuck Gunnar in his tight asshole while I watch the video. Gonna be so fucking hot.”
Gunnar took Tate back into his mouth, and my stepbrother began thrusting in and out, slowly at first, but with each passing second, he moved faster.
Sweat covered both men’s temples, and I felt myself get damp all over as I worked to get myself off. I was so close.
Tate kept thrusting his hips back and forth, and I rubbed my fingers over my clit in circles. I was a sloppy mess, not just because of watching the totally hot act of Gunnar giving Tate a blowjob, but because they were recording me, and I could see that plastered on my laptop screen.
“Deeper, Gun.”
He hollowed out his cheeks and did what Tate ordered, saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth as he worked that cock like his life depended on it.
“That’s it. Fuck, that's it… both of you.” Tate was straining, the muscles in his body standing out in stark contrast with the shadows playing around him from the dim lighting in my room. “Fuck yourself, Sunny. Let your Daddies see how far you can get… how deep those little fingers can go.”
I gasped as his words lit an inferno inside me.
Gunnar’s grunts, and the way spit was a continuous dribble from his lips had me shoving two fingers into my wet pussy and rubbing my clit with my opposite hand.
I moaned hoarsely as I was about to get off.
“Yeah. Come on, baby. Do it. Come for us, and so will we.”
I didn’t realize Gunnar had been jerking off while sucking cock until I saw how fast his hand was moving over his huge erection.
And when Tate grunted, his jaw locked tight, his muscles bulging… that was my breaking point.
“You’re both doing so perfect. Making me feel so good.” Tate barely got those words out as he thrust deep into Gunnar’s mouth, and then he came.
Gunnar was right behind him, his thick white ropes of cum splattering Tate’s shins and feet.
Tate orgasm was intense. That was clear by the expression on his face, but before he was finished, he pulled out, gripped the base, and started stroking himself, forcing out more spurts that sprayed all over Gunnar’s chin and chest.
I finally let go and orgasmed. I fell back in ecstasy, my legs falling open as I rolled my hips and ground myself on my hand. It felt so good, but not as good as when Tate and Gunnar fucked me.
It was only after I came down from my high that I realize Tate and Gunnar stood at the edge of my bed, Gunnar holding his phone, the camera pointed right at me.
“Let’s get the next private show started, baby girl.” Gunnar grinned, and I looked at my laptop, seeing he zoomed in on my pussy. My fingers were still wedged inside my hole, and I made a wet mess all over the comforter beneath me.
I grinned and pulled my fingers out of my pussy, sucked them clean, then crooked them at my two guys.
For the past year, I’d been in an exclusive triad relationship with Gunnar and Tate. To say I was the happiest I’d ever been was an understatement.
Did everyone understand our dynamic? No. Did we care? Hell no. But to be honest, the only opinion on our relationship that I truly did care about were our parents’.
And surprisingly, they'd been supportive. Well, after the initial shock of knowing their son and daughter—albeit not blood related—were in a relationship. It was less surprising to them that it also included Gunnar. They’d always loved him like one of their own kids anyway, so it seemed to make them happy he was a part of our whole.
I watched as Gunnar and Tate got fully undressed, both men watching me intently. They were already getting hard again.
I’d quit the diner, but hadn’t stopped working as a camgirl for It’s ShowTime. The money was just too good to pass up. Besides, I had bills to pay and refused help from Gunnar and Tate. I also liked the power I held, and did as much or as little as I wanted.
In all honesty though, I stopped doing much aside from the private requests of the few clients who liked seeing me act like a cat, lap milk from a bowl, and meow for them on camera to sate their fetish.
And believe it or not, those clients paid me insanely well. hey were loyal, I treated them well, and they came back every single time I logged in.
I even had one guy who paid me five hundred a session to lay in bed with my bra and panties and read excerpts from smutty stories to him.
There were some regulars who still asked me to finger myself, or to orgasm on camera. But since being in a relationship with Tate and Gunnar, I declined every one.