Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I imagine Khalil telling the others about the story I shared with him. Just the thought of them talking about it makes me hot, and now they’re bringing it to life.
To sink further into the fantasy, I want to struggle or protest as they restrain me, but I don’t want them to stop, so I remain quiet. My hands are tied to what must be a bedpost as two mouths take quick tastes of my breasts.
Next, my legs are tugged apart and my ankles are each put in restraints. I’m bare and open, completely exposed to them. Briefly, a hand cuffs my lower leg, but then the touch is gone, the sounds recede, and the room goes still again.
43
Helpless little sex toy
They leave me waiting for what may only be a couple of minutes, but feels like forever. What are they going to do with me? Will they follow the details of the book or get creative?
There are sounds in other parts of the house, making my imagination run wild. I’m their prisoner, a sex slave. I’m not actually afraid, but I can pretend, because fear is part of the fantasy.
But maybe I should be afraid, because I’ve only known these men for a few weeks and now I’m completely and utterly at their mercy. They can use me however they care to. They can do whatever they want.
I’m starting to shiver when steps pad into the room. Something brushes over my nipple at the same time that something cold touches my clit. I flinch as a trickle of water joins the wetness between my legs.
The cold again — it’s an ice cube, like the story — followed by the lick of a hot tongue. A different mouth takes one of my nipples, sucks and bites. Something nudges at the opening between my legs, and I know it’s not a man because I would feel the weight on the bed.
Something hard and smooth pushes inside me as a tongue licks my clit. I twist in my restraints as pleasure floods every part of me. One of them is fucking me with something, and I imagine how I must look to them as they play with my body like I’m a toy.
I’m their helpless little sex toy tonight, but I’m also needy. I moan as the sensations build, but as soon as I make a sound, they pull away. The object is removed from my pussy. The tongue stops licking and is replaced by the sting of the ice.
My moan turns into a groan.
The bed sinks between my open legs, and something touches me that is unmistakably a cock. It nudges my clit, and I’m so ready for it that I don’t hide my smile. The head slides over my wetness but stops short of my entrance, returning instead to rub on my clit.
I lift my hips, my body begging for more, but they keep on teasing me. Is this Khalil? I try to find clues, but I have no idea, and nothing really seems to matter except that I desperately need the cock inside me.
“Please,” I say, the first word I’ve uttered.
He goes to my opening again, dips an inch inside and retreats.
“Please.”
Thick fingers spread the lips of my pussy wider. The cock nudges inside me, and this time, gives me the satisfaction of its full length. I moan as the nameless man finally starts to fuck me, slow and deep, ramping up my desire with each stroke.
I build toward an orgasm, and just when I’m close, he pulls out.
Hands work at my feet, and then my legs are free. Someone flips me over and presses my chest onto the bed so that my bottom is up in the air. They’re following the story so closely; Khalil had really been paying attention early today, even while he was getting me off.
I should finally be getting my release soon, because the next thing in the story is —
A palm smacks my ass, startling a gasp from my throat. This is not part of the book.
Another spank, on the other cheek, a little harder than the first.
Is this Marcos? It has to be, although maybe the others know what he does to me, and they’re all going to take a turn.
The hard, smooth, cold object is once again pushed into my pussy. Someone spanks me again, and my inner walls squeeze tightly around the object.
I brace myself for more, but now hands smooth over my stung flesh, followed by lips and tongues. Someone fucks me with the toy again while fingers and mouths explore my backside, spreading my cheeks, biting my flesh, tickling my other opening.
“Please,” I beg again, expecting to be ignored, hoping they won’t stop altogether. The toy is withdrawn, and I want to cry, but then a hand grips my hip and a thick, hot cock pushes inside me in one swift thrust.