Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Just tell me what you want,” she manages in a stilted voice. “Let’s get this over with, and then we can go our separate ways.”
Okay, that’s a little rude, but it doesn’t dissuade me.
“I want to know if Albert’s already touched you,” I rasp, staring into those chocolate eyes. “Has he tasted you already? Has he swept his mouth between your legs, and then violated your sweetest spot? Have you already been with another man?”
“No of course not!” she gasps, eyes wide. “We just got to the driving range, I swear! We’ve only been here twenty minutes.”
“That’s long enough,” I say in a dark voice. “Give me twenty minutes with you, and you’ll have cock in your body every which way. But I want to check,” I say in a smooth tone.
“Check?” Matilda whispers, looking at me with wide eyes. Two spots of pink dapple her cheeks, and I nod.
“Check,” I affirm. “I’m going to check your pussy and ass, sweetheart, to see if your date has touched and tasted you.”
She gasps.
“No, absolutely not,” she pants, wriggling in my arms while trying to get away. “This is insane. I’m on a date with another man, and you can’t barge in to allegedly “check” what I’ve been doing. No way, Jose.”
But I’m already cupping her pussy, and I squeeze that soft mound a bit, making her moan beneath my hand. Gratifyingly, her panties are already soaked through, making my cocks jerk.
“But sweetheart, that’s what you don’t get. I’m a patron. A royal patron at the driving range,” I drawl. “Meanwhile, aren’t you curious about how I’m going to conduct the inspection? I know you’ve seen my double cocks, but we didn’t get much time to talk about them last night. Plus, you haven’t seen this either,” I say, leaning in to kiss her mouth before pulling away and splitting my tongue before her eyes. “Does that scare you?”
The beautiful woman stares at my forked tongue, her eyes wide.
“What is that?” she manages in a faint voice.
“What I use to inspect women,” I say in a sibilant hiss, wiggling the two ends suggestively as she gasps. “I kept it under wraps last night because you were busy dealing with my double-headed tool, but my tongue is one of the genetic “gifts,” should I say, imparted by the Lysenian royal blood. It’s like a reptile tongue, but even better.”
Martha’s still staring at my tongue, her face pale.
“But what does it do?” she whispers.
“You already know what it can do,” I say with a smirk. “I tugged on your clit plenty of times last night, making you scream. It’s prehensile, see?” I ask, showing how the ends are able to form a loop. “I use it to give women pleasure, and even better, the sensory buds I have on my tongue are super-charged. I snaked it up your ass plenty of times last night, and that’s how I knew you were an anal virgin, Matilda. There was no taste of sperm in your rectum, sweetheart. You’re as sweet and fresh as the day you were born.”
“I’m sorry?” Matilda whispers, her eyes shocked even as her cheeks warm. “You’re able to taste another man’s sperm?”
I shrug.
“It’s not the best flavor, I’ll give you that. It’s not my preferred thirst quencher. But yeah, I can tell when a man’s ejaculated inside you, and that’s how I go about inspecting my women. I slide my tongue right into their pussies and asses, and the tang of another man’s semen almost always gives it away. Even when they use a condom, I can usually pick up the scent of their semen beneath the underlying latex smell,” I add with a quirk of my eyebrow. “So don’t think about lying, because I’ll catch you.”
“I haven’t let anyone touch me since last night, Haakon,” Matilda says in a stiff voice. “I swear it. You don’t have to stick your tongue up my butt or pussy to check.”
“No, but I do,” I growl. “In fact, I’m very much looking forward to it. Now off with your outfit, sweetheart. Even if it’s a very cute get-up, it’s time to take it off,” I drawl, lasciviously eyeing her curves up and down.
Matilda stands before me, quivering and lush. I can tell she’s outraged as her big bosom heaves, two spots of color on her cheeks. Yet, I can also tell that she wants it, even if at the moment, she’s calculating how to make her escape.
“There’s no way out,” I drawl. “The best way is to let me do my inspection.”
Evidently, the sassy brunette comes to the same conclusion because with slow hands, she reaches behind herself to unzip her mini-skirt before letting it drop to the floor. Gratifyingly, her pink panties are thoroughly drenched at the crotch, turning them a deep rose color.