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)
He laughs in my ear. “That unexpected new ability is incredibly welcome. I hope you’ll be giving us another decent soaking before the night is through.”
“No doubt about that,” I say, wincing as he helps me to my feet.
Shit, I’m limping on my stilettos as I take Jack’s arm for balance. I’m already so used up, my legs are wobbly. But we’ve only just started. We’ve still got another five hours to go.
Five whole hours of filth and fun time.
What a pleasure.
Jack is back in the shower for the second time this evening, along with Eric and I once we’ve cast off our clothes. The three of us soap each other down in a heady daze, and Jack dashes out to grab a bottle of champagne from the minibar. We take it in turns to down a mouthful of fizz from the bottle – and one bottle leads to the next. Wow, it’s quite a shower party. I suck both guys’ cocks a little while we wash, drink, and talk, taking it steady, but there’s no denying that the tension is building. I have to stop with the sucking pretty sharp during each round as time goes on, making sure I’m filling their balls without bursting them.
They give me as good as they get, of course – such a generous couple. One mouth on each tit always feels amazing, especially when the mouths concerned are owned by such gorgeous men. For a couple of guys who spend the majority of their sex lives fucking each other, they are pretty damn skilled when it comes to tit play. They have me panting fresh, my clit sparking over again from the electricity that travels down from my nipples. Yeah, they’ve got me good, and they keep on giving.
We chat, and laugh. I sit on the dresser, naked in the aftermath, sipping a fresh bottle of fizz and admiring the crazy hot view of Eric and Jack sucking each other’s cocks in front of me. One after the other, in alternation. What a fucking show. I could watch it all night long, and I’d revel in every moment, but this is their show, and my performance, not the other way round.
Eric, Jack and I are nearly four bottles of champagne in by the time the action starts up again in earnest.
I’ve got to keep my head together, but it’s so hard when business and pleasure blur like this.
If only Josh was here as well. If only this really WAS pleasure as well as business. Because I’m pretty damned sure Josh would enjoy it. I think he’d love it, too.
Eric, Jack and I are a mass of three horny bodies when we take up position back on the bed together. It’s so much more brutal to be face fucked when your head is pinned flat against a mattress than it is in a shower, bobbing your head at your own free will. The guys make me gag so hard that I retch up a stream of champagne through both my nose and mouth at once – still fizzing. Yet another thing to soak their posh hotel bedsheets with…
Oh hell, it makes us roar with filthy laughter.
I’m still snorting with fizz and giggling when I catch sight of a clock on one of the bedside tables. Fuck, the minutes really have been ticking by.
“Come on,” I encourage them. “How about my face takes less action now and you turn your attention to my other treasures, hmm? We don’t want to run out of time.”
I hold my knees to my chest to illustrate, pushing two fingers in my pussy and two in my ass. Eric lets out a happy groan. “Time sure flies when you’re having fun.”
Understatement.
“Come on, Jack, she’s right,” he says. “Our dirty gothic princess is in need of some serious double play. Wouldn’t want her leaving here without stretching her to the absolute limit, the kinky little minx deserves it.”
“So do you, since you’re paying for it,” I say again, trying to remind them exactly what I signed up for here.
Double cock in the pussy. Double cock in the ass. They are both still there – boxes to be ticked, gladly.
Even through the champagne, filth and laughter, my heart starts pounding with nerves when Eric grabs the bottle of lube. It’s a big one. I take a look at the sizes of their swollen veined cocks, and the seriousness of the situation dawns on me, fresh through the haze.
I’m going to be taking both cocks in my backside in one go. Just the thought is enough to make my battered ass throb in pain.
The guys don’t go for my ass yet, though. It’s all about my pussy.
Eric and Jack are so attentive as they slather me in lube. They take it in turns with their fingers first – stretching me deeper and deeper, wider and wider. They go agonisingly slowly, but with solid force every step of the way. It’s a painful slow burner, but it’s a road that leads to the top. No mistake about that.