Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
My girlfriend. I would never get tired of that.
She didn’t notice me there at first, but the blonde did, smiling up at me and adding a third finger to the two she was already sawing in and out of Charlotte’s cunt.
The domme had brought plenty of lube. I silently gestured to another server to bring me a bottle. Charlotte blinked up at me through a fog of sexual bliss. Before she could say a word, I dropped the canister onto the lounge chair beside the blonde.
The next time we were here, if Charlotte wanted to participate in the lube orgy, I’d go and watch. Hearing her stories about getting fucked and fisted had been nice, but I’d been experiencing a lot of retroactive FOMO since then.
“Princess,” I began, taking a firm tone.
“Yes, my Dragon?” she giggled, then gasped and arched her thighs in time to the blonde’s rhythm.
“I think you need the whole hand to satisfy you.” I looked to the blonde for permission. Biting her bottom lip, she reached for the lube.
“Oh, please.” The already pronounced rise and fall of Charlotte’s chest became erratic. “Yes, I fucking want it.”
“I’ll give it to you,” the blonde said, already smearing lube over her hand, past her wrist.
I glanced over at the man in the chair, who was staring slack-jawed at Charlotte and her partner.
“Wait,” I suggested. “Move a bit that way…a little…there. Make sure he can see.”
Even though the man had already been forced to endure four orgasms, seeing Charlotte get fisted should help him through another two. It was certainly working for me. I’d been convinced I was happy to watch without participating, but it was too much to endure, seeing Charlotte this way and not touching myself.
I untied my robe and stroked myself slowly. I knew I needed to hold back, to keep at least some sexual energy in reserve for later, but she was so fucking hot, lying there with her legs spread, showing these total strangers her pussy and all the things her little blonde friend wanted to do to it.
“You want it slow or fast, honey?” the blonde purred.
“Fast,” I answered for Charlotte. The blonde looked to her, and Charlotte nodded.
The copious amount of lube and Charlotte’s dripping juices delivered on that promise of “fast.” Charlotte tensed up, eyes flying open wide as a flicker of disbelief and pain crossed her face. She made a stuttering, choking noise, her hands gripping the sides of the padded lounge chair.
“Keep it up,” I instructed the blonde. “She’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
Charlotte groaned as the woman almost completely withdrew her hand, then pushed back in with a corkscrew motion.
“Do you like that, Princess?” I asked. My cock throbbed in my hand.
“Yes,” she moaned.
I motioned to the staff member standing by. “Ice, please.”
Charlotte’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.
In seconds, a glass was in my hand. I sat beside her on the double-wide lounge and fished an ice cube out. “Tell me how it feels,” I instructed, bringing the ice to one of her hard nipples.
“Cold!” she gasped.
My mouth quirked into a smile. “I meant her hand stretching your pretty little cunt.” I rubbed the ice in slow circles. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Full,” she managed as the widest part of the blonde’s hand penetrated her again. “Full and… ah!”
The blonde’s steady pace was mesmerizing. I couldn’t take my eyes off her slender hand disappearing into Charlotte’s cunt all the way to the wrist.
“Stop right there,” I instructed the woman. “Keep it still. Tell me how she feels.”
“Tight,” was the blonde’s immediate answer. “She’s crushing my hand.”
I moved the rapidly melting ice to Charlotte’s other nipple, leaving a trail of freezing moisture on her skin. “But she can take it. Do you think she can take mine?”
“I think she could,” the blonde said. The tendons in her wrist flexed, and Charlotte curled up from the lounger with a choking moan.
“What do you think, Charlotte? Do you think you can take this?” I held up my fist, then spread my fingers wide so she could see the size difference.
And in her horny state, it clearly did not matter. She wetted her lips and nodded frantically.
“I’m sorry,” I said to the blonde, “but I didn’t catch your name.”
“Dahlia,” she said, withdrawing her hand from Charlotte’s body to shake mine.
I laughed, both at the hilarious introduction and the way Charlotte whined in protest. “I’d like to take over now, Dahlia,” I said, and she was already moving out of the way. “Would you be interested in staying involved? Take care of me while I take care of her?”
“I’m strictly sapphic,” Dahlia said with a laugh. “Let me check with her.”
The second woman who’d been tormenting the man in the chair looked up with interest. Dahlia made her way over and whispered something in her ear.