Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
God.
He had to bring them up…their dirty commentary and heckling seemed to get worse as we got quieter…well, as I got quieter.
Master was really going to make me say it.
Giving my ass a condescending pat, he let out another pleased sound that said he was enjoying the scene. He kissed my ass. A little peck. A delightful innocent peck right where I wanted him to do dirty things.
He was definitely trying to kill me.
“Am I going to close the window and take my dirty boy rough and hard? Hmm, or am I going to close the window and make love to you?” Both options were tempting, but I knew from the tone of his voice that he wasn’t done.
All I could do was wait and whine as he chuckled, knowing whatever he said would be wickedly humiliating. Master was smart and wonderfully evil, and I knew as soon as he continued I’d been right. “Or I could leave the window open and fuck my naughty girl?”
His questioning tone and the offhand way he kept explaining the options had the last remaining drops of blood escaping my brain. “Of course, for our audience to believe it, you’d have to really sell it to them.”
As the fantasy ran circles in my head, Master reached under me and teased the head of my cock. “Do you think you could beg your sweetie to play with your little clit? Or to have me thrust my cock into your pussy?”
Okay, I wasn’t going to die right off the bat, it would be because my brain just left the building and bodies don’t run on sex and bad decisions alone. They needed someone to steer the show.
When I couldn’t answer fast enough, he sank his finger in deeper, brushing over my prostate. “Is that my pretty girl's g-spot or my sexy boy’s prostate?”
God, the things he said.
The things he enthusiastically said.
Master wasn’t just saying what he thought he should in a scene. I could hear the evil delight and pure enjoyment in his voice as he drove me insane. There would be no regretting it later. Relief rushed through me that was as potent as the pleasure he’d been tempting me with since I’d walked in the door.
It left me gasping for more…more air…more of his touch…more of the pain…more everything.
“You don’t want to know what I’ll do if you keep me waiting, pet.” The hint of a threat in his quiet voice sent another shower of pleasure through me, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer if he kept saying things like that.
As his finger went back to rubbing circles over the head of my dick, sending sparks through me, I cried out and as the laughter from outside filled the room, I finally gave in. “Fuck my pussy, baby. Please.”
Just saying the dirty words and knowing everyone outside could hear had me feeling lightheaded and I barely held back my orgasm. Reality faded as he kissed my head and eased his finger out of me, patting my ass as he moved his hand away. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? I’m going to make my dirty girl feel so good.”
Another spank had me gasping and rocking back, desperate for another smack or another finger to tease deep inside me again. Fighting to catch my breath, Master sent my brain flying as he rubbed the tip of my dick, teasing over my slit.
“Spread your legs and rub your clit for me, darling. Show Daddy how much you need him, pretty girl.” A hint of a southern drawl crept into Master’s voice as it finally got loud enough for the men to hear.
Their hoots and catcalls left me red-faced and so hard I hurt, but I did what I was told, reaching down between my legs and caressing the head of my cock as Master gave me one last wonderfully loud spank as a reward. Squeezing my eyes shut, I was lost in the humiliation and the pleasure and drowning in voices as I rubbed and whined.
Reality had definitely left the building and I gasped when I finally felt his naked body draped over my back. I was still nearly fully clothed with just my ass and cock hanging out…but he was gloriously naked. Something about that hit me as he kissed my neck and slowly rubbed his dick over my hole.
“That’s my pretty girl. Such a good little slut.” As Master spanked me again, more for the sound effect than for the painful pleasure, the quiet sound of the lube was almost lost in the calls and cheers.
When his slicked finger gently pressed against my opening, he teased our audience again. “Spread your legs, pretty girl. I know you’re ready for Daddy to let you come.”
The way he slid his finger deep inside had me crying out and arching back, whining for more. “Please…”