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)
I turned my attention back to Charlotte and started lubing up my hand. “You’re sure you can take this?”
“Maybe not,” she admitted. “But I’m willing to try.”
I pumped more lube into my cupped palm then inserted the tips of my fingers into her pussy, letting the liquid spill onto and into her. She was already stretched out, but I still had doubts. What a limit to push, though, even if it did turn out to be a limit.
The second brunette sauntered over to us. “I heard you were in need of some assistance?”
“I want to make my princess happy.” I kept my gaze focused on Charlotte’s gaping cunt. “And while I’m doing that, maybe you could make me happy.”
The brunette considered with a crooked smile. She gestured over her shoulder. “Does milking make you happy?”
Blood surged to my already hard dick. What person with a prostate didn’t like it? “I think that would make me very, very happy.”
The thought of my cum jetting out onto Charlotte’s cunt, spread wide around my hand, was enough to make me shudder with anticipated pleasure.
“What’s your name?” Charlotte asked her. With a glance to me, Charlotte added, “I thought it would be nice to know before she penetrates you.”
“Evie,” the woman said with a laugh. She gestured to me and said, “Get on your knees and bend over.”
Charlotte’s eyes widened in delight. “She’s going to give you orders?”
“That’s fine with me.” I handed Evie the lube.
She held up her fingers. “How many?”
How many? Would getting fisted while I fisted Charlotte freak her out?
Who was I kidding? This was Charlotte.
“Start with two,” I suggested. “But if you’re cool with involving the whole gang…”
“Oh my god!” Charlotte gasped. “You’re not really going to—”
“Seems like what’s good for the goose is good for the gander,” Evie said with a shrug. “Resort standard safe words, yes?”
“Yes, thank you.” I kneeled between Charlotte’s thighs and braced myself on one elbow, leaving my right hand free to do its work. A cold splash of lube ran between my ass cheeks. I focused on Charlotte, confident that Evie could handle me fine on her own.
“Don’t be rough,” Charlotte told me as three of my fingers pressed against her opening.
“Never.” I revised my statement. “At least, never on this first time.”
I heard the lube bottle splutter, then Evie grasped my cock firmly. “Here we go, baby.” Her fingers pushed against my hole without any hesitation and slid deep. This absolutely was not her first…goose rodeo? I couldn’t make her metaphor work in my brain when she hooked her fingers down and found my prostate like she had a map to it.
My head lolled on my shoulders; it was more difficult to concentrate on Charlotte than I’d first anticipated. Breathing heavily through my nose, I managed to tell her, “We’re going to start with three.” My cupped palm and three fingers were about the equivalent of Dahlia’s entire hand.
Charlotte moaned loudly, rolling her hips.
Evie’s slick hold on my cock drifted lazily up and down, but the burn of her third finger stretching me somewhat dulled the pleasure.
“Relax,” she reminded me. It was a good reminder for Charlotte too; when I moved my pinkie between her labia, ready to join my other digits at her opening, she let out a long, slow breath.
“Doing okay?” I asked her, gritting my teeth as Evie slowly rotated her hand inside me, rocking her knuckles back and forth against my ridiculously sensitive gland.
“Ooh, this is much easier than I thought it would be,” Evie said with a giggle, bumping my hole with her pinkie.
“Yeah, not my first goose rodeo either,” I groaned.
“Your what?” Charlotte giggled.
“Oh fuck, never mind.” My cock leapt in Evie’s hand, but she didn’t increase her rhythm. “You should be doing this to—” I had no way to point at the man openly sobbing in the chair.
“I have to stop…coming!” the dark-haired woman in his lap screamed. I heard the domme’s laugh and could imagine the look on her face. Until the guest said the safe word, she was going to keep on coming and I was goddamned delighted to listen to her.
Four of my fingers filled Charlotte’s cunt up to the knuckles. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead and in the valley between her breasts, where the ice had long since melted away.
“If you want the whole thing, you’ll have to make yourself come before I can take it out,” I told her, pausing as shivers racked my body. I was going to come, and soon. The relentless twisting of Evie’s hand was too much, especially coupled with her expert stroking of my cock. Over my shoulder, I snapped, “Do you work on a fucking farm or something?”
“Or something,” she teased.
“Well, you’re efficient.” I let out a juddering groan.
“You still want the whole thing?” she clarified.