Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
After years of being together, Neil’s generous size usually didn’t shock me. It certainly had the first time we’d been together. He had the most massive cock I’d ever seen in person, and I knew my jaw would ache, and my throat would be bruised once we were finished here tonight. When he tapped the broad head against my bottom lip, I had to stretch my mouth open wider. He pressed forward, just the tip, and I swirled my tongue around it.
“Very good, Sophie,” Sir said, his hands falling to my head. Since he couldn’t sink his fingers into my hair, he grasped my ponytail again, tightening it around his fist to pull me gently back and forth.
“I can’t wait to get my mouth on your cock, Sir,” Monsieur said. That made me a little self-conscious because I knew blow jobs were one of El-Mudad’s specialties, as far as Neil was concerned. I tried not to be jealous or threatened; of course, someone with a penis would give better blowjobs than someone who didn’t have one. Still, that small twinge of inadequacy spurred me on. I breathed through my nose and took Sir deep into my throat.
“Careful now,” he warned me, though he’d fucked my mouth brutally many, many times before. “Don’t wear yourself out.”
Ah, so that was the reason behind his caution. I would have smiled, had I been able to.
“I could watch this for hours, Sir,” Monsieur told him. “The way you try to keep so cool and collected while Sophie worships your cock. The way she chokes and gags. The way her lipstick smears across her face.”
“And she doesn’t care,” Sir said with a breathless laugh. “No matter how we muss her up, all she wants is...well, what do you want, Sophie?”
He pulled his cock free and allowed me a few moments to get my breath. I reached up to wipe away the drool on my chin, but he caught my hand before I could.
“I didn’t tell you to clean up. I asked you want you wanted.”
“I don’t want anything, Sir. You’ll tell me what I want, and I’ll do it.” Every word was true. In this place, I wanted nothing more than to fulfill their every command. Their every desire became my desire.
“That was a beautiful answer, Sophie,” Monsieur said, and my cunt ached to be filled by him.
“It was indeed,” Sir said with an indulgent smile. “But let’s not praise the slut overmuch.”
He gripped my jaw and forced my mouth open, and I lost myself in the rhythmic push and pull as he fucked my throat. I choked up saliva that ran down my chin and neck, gasping for breath whenever he withdrew to give me a break. I wanted to make him come, to swallow every drop that I could, but I knew he wouldn’t let me at this point. He would fuck me so that Monsieur could watch us and endure that torment, as well.
I don’t know how long I was on my knees, servicing my Sir, but it didn’t matter. Time became irrelevant once I surrendered to them completely. Whatever happened before the moment no longer existed. What would happen after was of no consequence. I didn’t need to think of anything but what they asked of me, what they made me do. When Sir could no longer hold back his heavy breathing and groans of pleasure, he took his cock away, leaving me to whimper in disappointment.
Still holding me by the hair, he urged me to my feet. “Stand in front of the frame.”
He walked behind me, and a blindfold covered my eyes, startling me.
“This is the part of your present I came up with,” Monsieur said with a chuckle. “Do you trust me?”
“Always, Monsieur,” I whimpered. Not being able to see made me slightly panicky, but Sir’s steady hands holding my shoulders calmed me. He tenderly brushed the sides of my neck, then up to trace the delicate structures of my ears before positioning earbuds in them. So, that’s why I couldn’t find my noise-canceling Bluetooth pair for my morning run, I thought, filing it away. I’d chastise Neil about taking my things later when we weren’t playing a game.
“Stay there,” Sir said, moving away from me. A moment later, Monsieur’s voice filled my ears.
“Your Sir is leaving the room now,” Monsieur informed me, though I had already guessed from the footsteps I could hear over the headphones. “I don’t want you to worry about what he’s doing. That will be a surprise. So, right now you’ll take my orders.”
“Yes, Monsieur,” I answered breathlessly, my heart hammering. What was Sir doing that I couldn’t see or hear?
That’s not for you to worry about, I reminded myself.
“You will do to yourself what I would like to be there to do to you,” Monsieur went on. “With your index finger and thumb, take hold of your clitoris.”