Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
With one last giggle, I notch the cylinder at my bottom hole and then press. Nothing happens at first because I’m tight down there, but then with an audible pop, my sphincter relaxes and the cylinder slides up a few inches into my butt.
“Oh my God!” I scream throatily. “I’m being buttfucked by an inanimate object. Ummm!”
The candlestick eases slowly into my asshole, me moaning up a storm as it penetrates my dark star.
“Umm!” I cry out again, tossing my head as I’m crammed full to the brim. “Shiiiiit!”
By now, both Anthony and his father are moaning as well, their hands moving rhythmically as I stuff myself full of gleaming silver. Once it’s in all the way, I pause for a moment, panting, but then reach one hand down in front, and one hand in back, gripping the two candlesticks with my fingers. Then, I begin working them in and out of my holes in tandem, one sliding in as the other slides out, creating a dirty rhythm in my gripping holes.
“Mmm!” I cry out again, my lashes fluttering shut. “Uh uh uh, ahhhh!”
With that, a clear stream of liquid shoots out from my pussy, splattering all over the expensive carpet as I cream hotly on the two cylinders embedded in my body. The Persian rug is surely ruined but nobody cares because behind me, I hear the two men let out roars of pleasure as well, our moans twining about each other as we find our respective climaxes.
“Aieeee!” Anthony squeals, his eyes closed while his head tips back, one hand on his crotch. “Ohhh yeah!”
I can’t see Roman’s tool, but he too lets out a massive curse as his arm moves rhythmically up and down in his lap.
“FUCK!” he roars. “Oh shit!”
With that, I know my work is done. Making these two men come is not what I expected this evening, but I’m kind of glad that I did it because I’m a slut at heart. I love pleasing men, and somehow, I know Roman Genovese’s going to make this dirty show worth my while.
6
Roman
After that nasty dance, I was blown away. Holy fuck, did that really happen? After all, I was expecting filth, but I had no idea Taylor could deliver quite like that. Goddamn. Two candlesticks, one in her pussy and another in her ass? I’ve seen a lot in my day, but the young woman blew past all my expectations. All we need is some hard cock next time, and then she’ll be creaming like a waterfall.
But now, it’s onto next steps. After all, you can’t leave a girl like that untouched. Taylor’s worth every penny, and I plan to get my money’s worth.
Are you serious? the voice in my head asks dryly. You were getting out of the sex trafficking business, remember?
But I ignore my conscience because Taylor Hass has made me do a one eighty. I’m buying the sweet girl, whether she’s on board or not. With a determined punch of the keys, I dial up my son. Anthony’s face appears after the first ring, leering and grinning. He looks oddly sweaty and puffy, and his eyes are bloodshot. I wonder if he’s been drinking, despite the fact that it’s only ten in the morning.
“Pops,” he sniggers. “What up, what up? Great show last night, huh? So I take it you’re interested in my product? I knew you’d be buying.”
My heart’s pounding but I make like everything’s normal.
“She’s okay,” I reply, although of course, that’s an understatement. I’ve never seen a woman as sexy and nasty as Taylor, and I’m determined to get my hands on those round curves to enjoy in private. “Adequate, I’d say.”
Anthony’s eyes goggle.
“Adequate?” he spits. “We both know that’s not true. You fucking came like a fire hose, she was that sexy. So did I,” he adds darkly. “Fuck, I ruined my designer sweatpants creaming hard like that.”
I grimace because unfortunately, Anthony and I climaxed in the same room last night. It’s not what I want, but it happens on occasion when there’s an especially tantalizing girl available.
“Adequate,” I state again. “What are you asking?”
Anthony snorts.
“Taylor’s the cream of the crop, Pops. It doesn’t get any better than her and the price is going to be high.”
I recognize that it’s sordid to be purchasing a woman from my own son, but again, this is the Genovese line of business, so I merely shrug.
“She’s still a domestic. You know we don’t usually take those, and especially not from the Bronx. It’s low-class when we’re also offering product from Monaco and Switzerland.”
Anthony’s face falls, his forehead furrowing.
“But you’re interested. I know you, Pops. Listen, I’ll sell her to you for fifty thou. It’s my best offer, and you can’t do better than that. On the open market, she’d go for at least six figures.”