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)
“See what you do to him, Topaz. You made pretty boy’s mouth water. Go fuck him!” She gave Topaz’s ass a playful slap.
Topaz raised a trembling knee and Faye practically gave her a fireman’s lift. The poor little cow toppled over the railings, landing hard across my legs. She recovered quickly, hoisting herself up to straddle my thighs, then pressed her dainty little hands to my hips, inching herself higher.
“Touch him,” Faye said. “Touch him wherever you want.”
Topaz ran her fingers up my stomach, and she was so gentle, like a timid little mouse. She danced around my nipples, teasing with tiny little flicks before she found her confidence. I groaned as she took them between her thumb and forefingers, rolling and pinching and squeezing as she wriggled against my thighs, her pussy lips catching my skin. I could feel how wet she was. I could feel the flutter of her tight little cunt.
“Rub yourself against him,” Faye ordered. “Rub yourself against that gorgeous fat cock. It’s going to feel so good, I promise. Everything you dreamed it would be.”
Topaz began to rock back and forth, and when her pussy finally touched my prick it was like an electric shock. She let out a horny little whimper, and then stifled herself. She had that expression on her face again, the one of concentration I’d seen at the bar. Her tongue was pinched between her teeth, eyes closed. All she needed was a smear of glitter. Shit, I couldn’t wait to fuck her.
“Good girl,” Faye said. “More. Harder.”
Topaz found her groove, grinding against my cock in long strokes, back and forth as she swayed on her sweet fucking hips.
“Stop!” Faye said and Topaz froze. “Sit up!” Topaz sat up. “Good, now, remove your blouse and bra.” Topaz looked down at her trembling hands as they undid the buttons on her blouse. She shrugged it off, dropped it to the floor. The bra followed. Her little tits were beautiful. I wanted this gag off, wanted to give those tits some attention.
“Good. Now play with your tits,” Faye said, “show pretty boy how nice they are.”
Her hands came up to her nipples, and she pulled and tugged at them. She looked fucking delicious, innocence corrupted and good enough to fucking eat.
Faye chose her moment. She appeared at my side with a rubber all ready to roll, and made short, sharp work of sliding it on. She angled my prick under Topaz’s hovering snatch, and pressed a hand onto her shoulder.
“Now,” she said. “Take him.”
Topaz lowered herself, and she was tight. Really fucking tight. She paused with just the head in.
“Oww,” she breathed. “I’m not ready. He’s big.”
I felt Faye’s fingers between us, spreading Topaz’s tight cunt until the girl groaned and shifted lower. “That’s it,” she said. “Think about how much you wanted this. You hoped he’d be big, didn’t you? I know you fucking did. Take him, Topaz.”
Topaz nodded, she nodded and she sucked in her breath, and inched her way down my throbbing shaft. There were stops and starts, torturous little pauses as her pussy strained to take me, but she made it through. Her weight landed on my hips, and her hot little snatch ate me up. She whimpered, and then she shuddered, and her head tipped back as she adjusted to the feeling. Her hips rocked in tiny circles, her hands on my thighs, and she moaned. She moaned and she smiled.
Faye had a big fucking smile on her face, too. “Good girl,” she said. “That’s my good girl.” She appeared at my head, her mouth at my ear. “She feels nice, doesn’t she? Fuck, pretty boy, she’s so fucking wet for you. Her tight little cunt’s taken you all the way in.” Her fingers pushed inside my mouth until I retched, gurgling spit all over my cheek. “Now it’s your turn to take me all the way in. Open wide, my sweet little slut.”
Her laughter was vicious. I saw the pink dildo for just a second before it was in my mouth, and her hand had already clamped around my chin, holding me still.
“Take it,” she said. “Swallow it down, there’s a good fucking boy.”
I didn’t have a choice, she’d already pushed it deep, all the way past my gag reflex, and deep into the back of my fucking throat. My wrists pulled tight on the chains as I gagged and retched and fucking spluttered. I twisted my head, but she’d have none of it, pinning me back into position and jabbing it all the harder.
“Don’t try and pretend you’ve never had a fucking dick down your throat, Andy Morgan,” she laughed. “I know you went to posh-boy school, you should suck dick better than I do.”
She was brutal, on a one-woman mission to fucking choke me. My eyes watered, and bubbles of fucking spit and snot and fuck knows what else phlegmed from my fucking nose.