Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Eventually, there came a time when I couldn’t even tell if I was having a orgasm or if I’d just had one; they all blended together until it felt like I would never stop and sheer sexual bliss would become my permanent state of being. I thrashed and screamed as hands held me down and fingers penetrated my abused pussy. I moaned and rubbed my clit while I watched it happening to someone else.
More than once, fresh lube would fall over everyone in a wet slap; it was one of those that shocked me back to my senses. I gently pushed at whoever was currently fucking me—at that point, I could barely feel anything, anyway—and said, “Sorry. Red.”
They immediately released my hips and I wriggled to the nearest edge of the tarp, trying to get to my feet on the grippy mat. I couldn’t quite manage it; my legs were too tired to receive signals from my dizzy and disoriented brain. A staff member was at my side instantly, helping me to my feet.
It was Storm, the woman who’d helped me into the pool.
“Wow, you’re strong,” I said, and without thinking, squeezed her rock-hard bicep.
She laughed and pushed my slimy hand aside. “Let’s get you into the locker room.”
****
(Matthew)
“Please,” he whimpered. “I can’t take it anymore.”
My partner for the evening lay spread-eagle on the bench, his hands gripping the soft restraints that, despite his earlier proclamation, he’d ended up asking for. His erection bobbed helplessly, the only part of him I hadn’t touched in the two hours I’d been working on him.
I’d started with a paintbrush. A simple thing with fan-shaped bristles that I’d tickled over him from the soles of his feet up. Could I have commanded him to suck me off and let me fuck his ass? Yes. But I was feeling a diabolical level of patience tonight, and he’d been all for it when I’d suggested letting me tease him a little bit.
Two hours later, he appeared to be changing his mind. Sweat stood out on every bulging, straining muscle. Precum leaked in a steady stream from the tip of his cock while the vibrating plug in his ass throbbed against his prostate. He’d almost come from that stimulation alone, more than once. But, like a good boy, he’d followed instructions. He’d warned me when his release was close, and I’d simply turned off the vibrations to deny him.
“I have to come,” he rasped, near tears. “Please.”
“Your throat sounds awfully dry.” I unzipped my pants and pulled out my own painfully hard dick. My commitment to tormenting him tortured me, as well. I stroked down the length and watched his eyes widen at the sight of me. With a cruel smile, I warned, “Yes, all of this is going inside you tonight.”
“Anything,” he begged, wetting his lips. “I’ll let you do anything to me. I need to come.”
“You’re going to come,” I said, clucking my tongue. “I’ve already told you that you’ll get to come. I don’t know why you keep asking.”
He whimpered, and I tapped the head of my cock against his lips.
“You wanted to suck my cock,” I reminded him.
“Yes, fuck, anything!” He bucked against the bench, and I laughed at his predicament.
“Slide up. Hang your head off the side.” I’d adjusted the bench’s height for the duration of our session so far; I pressed my foot on the pedal to slightly lower him. He eagerly scrambled to comply, his mouth falling open in obedience.
It was obvious he’d never sucked a dick in his life, but his technique suggested he’d received some truly life-changing blow jobs. Though he was a little clumsy, he knew how to use his tongue, and he was eager to swallow down as much of my length as he could. I followed his lead with shallow pumps of my hips, since he didn’t have the leverage for that kind of motion. With his head bent back over the edge of the bench, he was in the perfect position for me to fuck his face. He drew on me hard, moaned low in his chest, whirled his tongue around my shaft like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, and he was desperate for more. His stamina was incredible. I let him go on dangerously long.
“Stop.” I pulled out finally, breathing deep. “I almost let you go too far.”
He choked and lifted his head, and I quickly released his wrists. He sat up, coughing.
“Water?” I asked. His hand strayed toward his dick. “Keep your hands off it.”
“No water, I’m fine,” he said. He reached for his cock again.
“If you touch it, I won’t,” I warned him.
It wasn’t as if he couldn’t find someone else in the castle to do it. But he wanted me to get him off. He was long past the point of starting over with someone else. I had him under my total control.