Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
“Ask mission control for their help now,” I gasp out, while my hand strokes his shaft up and down.
“Oh. Yeah.” Auggie looks at the camera, his eyelids at half-mast. I’m losing him. He’s drunk on lust. Turned on like crazy. “I-I need your help. Is it safe to land directly on Clitoris P-Peak, or should I land the craft in a nearby meadow?” He motions to my belly, the meadow. “We need your instructions now, Mission Control.” He pushes a button on his laptop, and the poll we’ve pre-loaded for this precise moment pops onto the screen.
We already know our audience will instruct Auggie to land the spacecraft on my clit, and not on my belly. Duh. But when it costs $10 to vote in our poll, and people can vote an unlimited number of times, we try to include at least a couple “choose your own adventure” moments in all our shows. People love to have a say in their porn, it turns out; so, we’re happy to oblige them, especially when the result of every poll is precisely what we’ve planned for, anyway.
While we supposedly await the result of our latest poll, Auggie continues doing amazing things to me, until I’m so turned on and wet, my eyes are practically rolling back into my head. When I groan loudly and arch my back, Auggie leans down, presses his mouth against my ear, and hoarsely whispers, “When we reach the finish line of all this, I’m gonna fuck you so hard and deep, you’re gonna gag on my cock coming up your throat.”
An orgasm throttles me—one that makes me scream and burst into tears of euphoria. As my innermost muscles clench and unclench fiercely around Auggie’s hand, he groans so loudly, I’m sure every neighbor on the third floor of our building can hear him. His body quaking with lust, Auggie throws the vibe down, straddles me, and grits out, “Open your fucking mouth.”
Whoa. He’s going to fuck my face? I didn’t see that coming. We didn’t talk about doing it this way. But I’m all for it.
Without hesitation, I do as I’m told. Not for the camera. Not for the money. But because, in this moment, I want nothing more than to get fucked, the only way that’s currently allowed, by Auggie’s massive cock. I’ve actually never performed this sex act, not like this, with anyone else. So, when Auggie grips my hair and thrusts his cock in and out of my mouth, and up and down my throat, I’m shocked at how much I love it. How much it’s getting me off. Good lord, this is wild. Animalistic. And so fucking hot.
As my pleasure ramps up along with Auggie’s, I claw at his smooth, bare ass. I’m his sex toy in this moment, and he’s completely in charge.
When it sounds like Auggie’s getting extremely close to losing his load, I pat around the mattress, find the vibrator, and turn it on high. I bring the buzzing device to my clit and instantly feel like I’m being electrocuted with pleasure. My toes curl. My heart thunders. And all the while, Auggie Vaughn continues using my body like he doesn’t give a shit about me. Delicious.
When my orgasm comes this time, I let out a strangled cry that’s so loud, even when muffled by Auggie’s cock, I’m pretty sure every floor of our building is getting an earful this time.
That’s it for Auggie. He can’t hang on. When he comes this time, it’s so far down my throat, it feels like he’s spraying my internal organs.
Wait. What’s that? As I’m taking Auggie’s release down my throat, I feel the sensation of warmth squirting against my inner thighs. Am I pissing myself? As Auggie pulls out of me, I touch the affected area, feeling confused and disoriented.
When my movement attracts Auggie’s attention, he turns and swipes his fingers across my thigh. “You squirted,” he announces. “Fuck, yeah, baby.”
Breathing hard, he maneuvers until he’s between my legs—and once there, the man licks my inner thighs voraciously. When he’s done, he lifts his head and, his blue eyes blazing, says, “Best thing I’ve ever tasted in my whole fucking life.”
“I’ve never done that before,” I gasp out. “Oh my god, Au—” I stop myself, thankfully, before blurting his name. For a second there, I forgot about the show. The audience. The camera. “Awwwwww-woo,” I say to cover for my near-disaster. “That felt incredible. Awww—woo.” I turn to look at the camera. “If you don’t tip the shit out of our jar to celebrate my first squirter, ever, I’ll never forgive you. Especially our VIPs. Catfish2000? JunkyInMyTrunky37? I’m talking to you and anyone else who wants to join our VIP club to see all our amazing extras. Tip us a hundred bucks now and we’ll give you VIP access for a full week.”