Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I cried out as my fingers obeyed his lewd instructions. I ran the two middle ones down further. I found the place where he had, at last, really fucked his young bride. I gave a little whimper around his manhood as I discovered just how slippery and soaking with my need my hot sheath had become. I found more than enough of my wanton wetness to spread up along my sensitive inner lips and onto the complexity of my bashful clit’s hiding place.
At least your clit is bashful, you filthy little slut, the observing part of me thought, making my hips buck as I tried desperately to please my lord and master with my virgin mouth. I whimpered again as I began to teach myself to masturbate, hot shame and hot sexual arousal thrilling through me together. To my amazement, I could feel another orgasm start to build inside me, in that wicked place, that nexus of emotion and sensation and pure need… the region just below my tummy that had since this morning begun to get so very complicated.
It started with your jeans on, over his knee in the airport lounge, said the observer. Now you’re naked with your husband’s cock deep in your throat… having your face fucked… playing with your hot, wet cunt.
“Other hand on your bottom,” Rick commanded. “Middle finger inside that little asshole. Right now, Dee.”
Our gazes had stayed intertwined through what had started to seem a dizzying escalation of my degrading training, my husband’s demonstration of a boundless dominance that could, if he wanted, simply overwhelm me. And yet I saw in his face that he would never give me more than I could take.
Of course not, the observer commented, sending a jolt to my pussy that pushed me even closer to the different kind of climax that lay just out of reach, a mastered orgasm that I felt would somehow put me in my place… would teach me to serve Rick this way every day, of my own choice, in hope of earning the rewards of pleasure that only he could give. He can’t give that greedy cunt more than you can bear, because a dirty whore like you can never have enough, can she?
The other part of me, the part I knew had to represent the real me… the embodied girl, naked on her knees in front of her older bridegroom with his enormous cock almost to the back of her throat… she had something like thoughts, too—not the connected, more or less coherent kind the voyeuristic observer had with her obscene, humiliating narration, but…
Oh, God… oh, no… please… oh, please, Ricky… sir… master…
My left hand went behind me. I cried out at the feeling of it on my whipped bottom-cheeks. My own hand, and not my own, because my husband had commanded me to put it there as a reminder of my lesson. Not my own because I belonged to him… his bride… his wife… his property, to do as he liked with, to use as he chose to use me.
My middle finger…
Oh, no… I can’t… I can’t touch myself… not there…
I touched the tiny ring. I cried out again, and I pushed my fingertip inside.
He’s going to fuck you there, tomorrow night, said the voyeur. He doesn’t care that it’s going to hurt you. He wants it to hurt you… because you have to learn, you bratty… little…
I felt Rick’s cock get even harder. I heard him growl. He held my face still and thrust rapidly in and out.
I came, just as his movements stopped, and then started, and I knew he was coming too. I tasted it, and I swallowed desperately. The seed… the precious essence of the man I loved, and yet the most degrading thing he had done to me yet, to come in my mouth the way bad boyfriends did… the way bad girls had to endure at the hands of uncaring men…
Rick grunted, moving his cock in and out in irregular jerks that I somehow understood must show how much pleasure my young body had provided my demanding older husband. My own orgasm rocked my body as I rode my naughty hands as if I had made a lewd saddle for myself.
“Open your eyes,” Rick finally said. I hadn’t realized I had closed them, but somewhere along the way I hadn’t had the resolution to keep watching that stern expression on his handsome face… even the thought of seeing it again, with his slowly softening manhood still between my lips, sent a thrill of fear through me, as well as an aftershock of arousal.
But my left hand, behind me, gave a squeeze as if to remind me of the consequences of disobedience. I opened my eyes and saw that the severe expression had given way to a smile. Rick stroked my cheek, but he kept his penis in my mouth as if to make sure I understood it would stay there as long as he chose.