Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I know I’m gaping, with the two of them staring inside me. I know what a display of pure messy filth it must look like, to see my oily open ass after such a pounding.
“You’ve been so good, baby,” Josh tells me, and hooks his hand around my thigh to reach my pussy. My clit sparks like an electric shock when his fingers land, and he circles slowly, like a tease. “Take our client’s fist nice and deep again now. Give him the performance of the night.”
Heath’s hand sinks back in, and the sensations are all mashed up. Sparks of pleasure mixed with the tender burnout of pain. It aches so bad but feels so good.
“More oil,” Heath says, and I feel a fresh glug sinking into me. It sounds so wet when Heath starts back up with the invasion, and he’s not fast this time. He’s slow. Slow and fucking deep.
Deeper than he was before…
So deep that I can feel the oil oozing out of me and dribbling over my pussy.
I cry out when he keeps burying, scooping his hand this way and that, and Josh speeds his fingers on my oily clit.
“It’s ok, baby, focus on me and be a good puppet for Heath. He’s so far in, Ella. It’s fucking beautiful.”
I cry out again as the pressure resumes, Heath’s hand still claiming more.
“Make her come,” Heath says. “Make the sweet curva come for me, Josh. I want her to come while I’m all the way in.”
Josh is a wizard with my clit, strumming with so much precision I’m gasping in seconds, but I let out another cry as Heath eases in just a little bit more and it feels like he’s inside my belly.
I’m a fucking hand puppet. A dirty, used, wrecked hand puppet, with a fist so deep it could be in my fucking guts – and it’s gross, and invasive, and slimy, and aches along with the burn, but it still turns me on. In fact, it turns me on more than ever.
“Do you trust me, baby?” Josh asks, and I nod with a crazy smile.
A question like that only means one thing.
It means more.
“Stay nice and relaxed, ok… just relax…”
Oh my fucking God, I feel his other hand slipping between my thighs from behind. He’s still strumming my clit, and Heath is still buried when two of Josh’s fingers seek out my slippery cunt.
“Trust me,” Josh says, and his two fingers spear my pussy, angled against Heath’s hand. Such a thin wall, and so sensitive.
“I can’t…” I pant. “I can’t…”
But I’m wrong. Josh’s fingers curl inside me, battling for space, and his strumming of my clit sends me over the edge. I’m a grunting whore when I come for the pair of them, squirting with such high pressure that it must look like I’m pissing all over the floor. I daren’t move, so I just brace myself, riding the waves. I’m so full. So crazy fucking full, that I’m scared to rock, or writhe, or anything. I just let the men play my body like a fucked up melody of filth.
I guess you could call that singing. Just not with vocals.
Heath is very gentle as he unplugs his fist from me. I collapse onto the floor in the aftermath, rolling onto my back in the oil slick.
I shake my head as I stare up at both of them, still in disbelief that the puppet show made it that far.
“That was crazy.”
“Crazy hot,” Heath says, and holds up his dirty slick hand. I can see the band of oil on his wrist. No joke he was buried deep. “Well done, curva. That was truly delightful.”
Heath is grinning down at me when Josh’s smile turns. I’m practically a mind reader when it comes to my boyfriend now. The change in his energy gives me a lurch so strong I feel nauseous.
He’s gunning for the man who just puppet fisted us. He’s already stretching his fingers, ready for action.
“And you, Josh,” Heath says, and flicks his attention back to my boyfriend.
That’s when he clocks it, too. The change in chemistry. The vicious need in Josh’s eyes.
“Practice what you preach, and reap what you sow, remember?” Josh licks his lips. “Time for you to get your fucking ass in the air now, Heath. You’re gonna need a whole load of olive oil after that show.”
Josh is so rough as he tangles his fist in Heath’s hair and shunts him forward onto all fours beside me. I scuffle out of the way, my eyes wide as my boyfriend reaches for the half empty bottle of oil and pops the top off.
Josh’s cock is straining, proud. Veined and dark and ready to blow.
“Spread your fucking ass,” he orders Heath. “You can be a sweet curva now.”
Heath does as he’s told, breaths shallow. I catch sight of his cock, and he’s as hard as Josh is – the puppet master desperate for a puppet master of his own. And he’s going to get one.