Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“Carry on,” Eric says. “Tell us.”
I let the memories flood back, and it’s like a dam bursts inside me. Eric and Jack have been two of my favourite ever clients – morning after syndrome to the max – but the intensity of proposals always fades as the experiences mount up. I’m learning that hard and fast now. Memories fade, experiences fade, reality fades. Clients fade as they stay on the road behind you.
I have thought about Jack and Eric a fair bit over the past few months, and all the things they did to me. What they did to each other. But it wasn’t the same as it is now they are up close and personal. It’s real again. It’s close again.
It's alive again.
“Oh fuck, the way I watched you slam your way inside Jack’s ass,” I say to Eric, breaths hitching. “The way I sucked his cock as you fucked him. The sounds, the groans, the amazing scent of it.”
Jack squeezes the base of his cock, and it’s already looking so thick and veiny it’s insane. Eric teases the tip of his with his thumb, the monument standing tall. I look between the two cocks, admiring them both. It’s hard to picture them stretching my pussy to that extent again, let alone my ass.
I pull my lace thong to the side, and I’m already so fucking wet, I’m slick. I stroke my clit so gently it’s barely a flick, trying to keep myself under control as I carry on talking.
“When you used me, the two of you… when you stretched me. When you held your cocks together and I forced myself backwards to let you both in at once… and then you took over. Fuck. Then you fucked me to your own rhythm, and I was a puppet with a pussy, and it was so fucking good. It was so fucking hot.”
“Yeah,” Jack says, “it was. And you know what?” He gets up onto the bed, kneeling next to me as I carry on playing. “It’s going to be just the same all over again, but rougher. The boundaries are broken down now, and we know how much you can take from us. We know what you’re capable of.”
I wish I did… because right now my own body’s abilities feel out of my control. I’ll have to trust them, and give myself over to them. I smile at the idea of letting my thoughts disappear. All that needs to remain is lust.
I tug my thong off, tossing it away. I splay my legs, my pussy bare and ready to take whatever they want to give me. I pull my slit apart, and hitch myself higher so both my slick pink pussy and the tight brown ring of my ass are on offer. “Use me,” I say. “I want you to fuck me senseless.”
The tension in the room is so heavy that something combusts, and Eric makes the move. He’s still suited, his massive cock ready in his hand as he climbs on top of me and pins me flat. Damn, he’s so fucking strong.
He doesn’t warm me up, just lines up his massive cock head and pushes in deep in one long thrust that takes my breath.
“Fuck,” he says, “Your pussy is tighter than Jack’s ass.”
His boyfriend swats his arm, but I can only groan at the monster filling me, it feels so good.
He starts thrusting his hips, driving his beast deep inside my pussy. Fuck, even that hurts, but I can’t stop myself, urging him on.
That’s it, yes, Eric, please! More!
Jesus, how he takes my words literally. He spits on two of his fingers, and I tense in anticipation as he lines them up against his thrusting cock.
“Do it, Eric,” Jack says. “Stretch her beautiful cunt. I might take advantage of her pretty mouth as you do it.”
Jack’s got his cock in his hand as he shuffles up the side of me. I slurp on the swollen head as I whimper because Eric isn’t holding back. He’s working his two thick fingers in my pussy along with his dick, pushing harder with every thrust. I’m glad I’ve been working my way up the hardcorer chart, because just a few months ago I’d have been a torn wreck already.
I’ve got Jack’s cock in my face, blurring out my vision, so don’t know what Eric’s planning down below until I feel him switch his fingers out for his thumb, and then he aims those freed wet fingers for my asshole.
He stretches his thumb away from his cock, forcing a gap to test my pussy, and I cry out, but that doesn’t matter. I keep my hips grinding back at him.
“Do it,” I manage to gurgle around Jack’s cock. “Stretch me, and fuck my ass, too.”
Jack pulls his cock free so I can talk filth more easily, and I smile, like a whore in heat.