Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“No, not until the time is right,” she scolds once more before pulling the dildo out and pushing it back into that achy rosebud. “I’ll tell you when it’s time.”
Of course, my buddy backs off immediately, but we’re left in a lurch here. It’s so dirty to watch Carrie fuck her back-end with a massive toy, and we desperately want to bury ourselves in her holes. I’d do anything to be inside her at this moment, including cutting off my right arm and potentially selling my first-born child.
But Carrie carries on like nothing’s the matter. Her musical moans fill the air as she continues stroking in and out of her asshole, those white curves shaking as her big bottom takes the pound. Then suddenly, her back arches as a particularly loud shriek fills the air.
“Ohh, yes!” she cries out, her plush lips opening in a perfectly round “O.” “Mmm!”
We watch as her pussy spasms violently, a gush of hot female juice rushing out from that sweet spot. Then her ass spasms too, and the contractions are so fierce that the dildo literally slips out, forced to exit by the powerful squeeze of her anal canal.
“Mmm!” she cries again. “Oh oh oh!”
Meanwhile, my friends and I lose it. I fist my massive cock, my balls drawing up tight before ejaculating hard all over her lower back.
“Fuck!” is my roar. “Shit shit shit!”
James and Casey are no better off. They, too, cream all over our beautiful girl, spraying semen onto her ivory bottom and thighs. Some of the cream even slides down to leak into her asshole before streaming down her pussy, drenching the beautiful woman in sticky male seed. But Carrie seems to love it, moaning through the entire scene as she pulls her nipples with her fingers. The pretty brunette even angles her ass higher for our pleasure, letting us watch as that pretty rosebud shivers and convulses, trembling with ecstasy.
But finally, the scene ends and Carrie collapses with a satisfied sigh on the cushion. There’s male seed matted in her curls, and she’s literally coated in the sticky substance. But our girl doesn’t even blink an eye. Instead, she reaches in back of herself and pats her rosebud a few times, tickling it, before the red mass shrinks in on itself and disappears once again into her tight buttonhole.
“There you go,” she coos. “Back where you belong.”
We stare at her because did that really happen? Did we just watch a sensual woman gape herself, before trashing her prolapse with a pink dildo? The toy seems to laugh at us from its place on the ground, discarded and yet still covered with the sensual brunette’s ass sweat. After all, it got into her body, and we didn’t. Why though? What’s going on?
But Carrie doesn’t hesitate. Instead, the curvy woman merely lifts herself from the cushion before pulling her g-string back into place and settling the teddy over her nipples so that they’re covered once more. Then she blows a kiss at us before prancing off.
“Until next time, gentlemen,” she coos, waggling her generous bottom in our direction. Then, the woman disappears behind a velvet curtain and we’re left staring at each other, totally shocked. After all, we were supposed to play hard to get. We were supposed to ensnare the pretty woman, before making her spill her secrets. But instead, here we are like a bunch of losers with our dicks in hand and dumbfounded expressions on our faces. Even more, we haven’t penetrated Carrie’s body yet, despite desperately wanting to do so. So what the fuck just happened? How did the situation spin out of control? And why the hell is this happening? The mystery deepens … and we’re no closer to solving it than before.
CHAPTER 8
Carrie
It’s so weird. I’ve barely even thought of Bruce for the last couple weeks, when all of a sudden, I got an unsolicited text on my phone.
Guess who? it read. Of course, I ignored it because I don’t reply to unknown callers. But then, the same person dialed me that evening, and to my surprise, it was Bruce Chapman himself.
“Hey baby,” he rasped. “Remember me?”
I was stunned because this man is the object of my affection. Or at least, he’s supposed to be. To be honest, I’ve kind of forgotten about Bruce recently because I’ve been totally obsessed about this thing with James, Casey, and Brad. But the whole point of my dalliance with James, Casey, and Brad is because I want to use them in order to get with Bruce. It’s confusing, and I mentally shake myself, forcing my brain to focus.
“Oh right, hi there, Bruce,” I manage in a somewhat flirty voice. “Long time no talk.”
With that, the man invited me out on a date. It was a little weird because we haven’t spoken since the dinner party at Ramona’s home, and that must have been six months ago at least. But hey, if the object of your affection suddenly asks you out on a date, you say yes, especially after all the effort I’ve put into it.