Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“I’m just about off,” she said. “It was a good night, shame you both missed it.”
“Mr Morgan’s been a little tied up,” I smirked.
“Tied up?” She turned her head as she asked the question, and her sweet eyes popped out of her skull.
“Yes, he’s quite tied up, wouldn’t you say?”
Her fingers shot to her lip ring, fiddling away as her cheeks burst into colour. “I, um… I’m sorry I walked in…”
“Don’t be,” I said. “I’m not.”
“You’re not?” Her voice was so timid, barely a whisper.
I approached her, turning her by the shoulders to face Andy square on. “Look at him,” I said. “Isn’t he fucking beautiful?” She didn’t say a word, not even a peep. “Come on,” I said. “Don’t be shy. I’m happy to tell you how much I fucking like him like this, he’s quite the pretty boy, my dirty little slut.”
“I… don’t… I…”
“Topaz,” I said. “This isn’t an accident. I knew you’d be coming in here.”
She looked at me, dumbstruck. “I don’t understand…”
I left her side, walking behind Andy’s chair and placing my hands on his shoulders. “A gift,” I smiled. “For you, for him, for me. I don’t even know who it’s fucking for anymore.” I laughed at the absurd situation and felt the wetness pool between my legs.
“Faye… I…”
My tone snapped, harsh. “Topaz, do you want him or not? If you don’t, then go, I’ve made a mistake, but if you do want his gorgeous fucking cock you’d better sit yourself down on the edge of his fucking desk and stop blathering.”
Slowly, so slowly, with a face like beetroot, our sweet little pixie girl propped herself on Andy’s desk. She didn’t look at him, eyes glued to the floor as she twiddled with that fucking lip ring. I reached into my box of tricks and pulled out the pink glass dildo I’d chosen especially. It was thick, but not too thick, with a nice gentle curve to it. I handed it over, then returned to Andy. I wheeled him towards her, stopping when they were just a metre apart. His hands gripped the arms of his chair, so tight that his knuckles were white. He groaned, but his protestations were becoming weaker, especially when I reached down between his legs and found him hard as fucking rock. “I guess it’s game on,” I whispered.
I gestured Topaz further back onto the desk, then lifted her tiny feet to rest on his thighs. She screwed her eyes shut, but his were straight at me, daggers of pure fucking darkness. I smiled, then eased Topaz’s knees apart, spreading her thighs nice and wide for his viewing. Her short pleated skirt offered no privacy, granting him a prime view of her sparkly pink panties. They were extremely fucking cute, and they matched the dildo perfectly. I leaned against the desk beside her. “He wants to taste you,” I hissed. “Look how much his fucking mouth is watering.” It made me laugh, and I snaked an arm around her waist, another teasing at her tiny black crop top. “Don’t be shy,” I said. “It’s ok. He wants it, look at the bulge in his fucking pants.”
She let out a breath, and I could feel her heart racing against my palm. I plucked at the ribbons of her top, teasing down the fabric. She had tight little tits, and they spilled out of her bra so beautifully. Her nipples were pale, but hard, and her skin was a rainbow of colours. A winged bird breathed fire, rising from smoke and ash. It was beautiful. I flicked at her hard little nubs and she caught her breath. “Are you going to let him taste you?”
“I’m not sure…” she whispered.
I took her hand in mine, guided it between her legs. “Touch yourself,” I said. “Let him watch.”
Softly her fingers started moving, through her panties at first, so slowly that her movements were almost imperceptible. I watched Andy watching her, and although his head was angled back, and his knuckles were still angry and white, his eyes didn’t waver. I felt the spark in my own clit, buzzing with my own fucked-up need. Topaz grew braver, pulling her panties aside to reach her clit. “Here,” I said, dipping my fingers in Andy’s sopping mouth. “Make it nice and wet.” I used his spit to lube her up, then nudged the dildo in her free hand. She didn’t need telling again. She rubbed the glass against her clit, and then her eyes finally grew brave enough to meet his. Her nerves played a story across her face and it was so fucking beautiful and pure and innocently fucking filthy that it took my breath away. I clenched my thighs, fighting the urge to jump Andy’s fucking cock and ride him to orgasm.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Do it. Fuck yourself for him.”