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)
He grinned. “Fantastic. Now we know what we’re doing for breakfast.”
CHAPTER TWO
(Matthew)
“Oh yes, oh fuck!”
I smiled to myself as Charlotte curled up from the lounge chair, one hand buried in the hair of the naked blonde woman between her thighs. The anonymous blonde had been going down tirelessly on my girlfriend for at least half an hour, but Charlotte showed no sign of losing interest. She panted and whimpered, ran a hand over her sweat-damp hair, and reached for the mimosa on the table between us.
Breakfast poolside was far better than breakfast in the pool, at least with the kind of entertainment we had. Because while I couldn’t take my eyes from Charlotte’s body straining in the bright morning sun, she couldn’t stop watching the man being tortured only feet from her.
My princess certainly had an imagination. Once let loose, she’d come up with a scenario hotter than anything I’d ever seen in a porno.
It had been shockingly easy to find resort guests willing to play with us this early; the man strapped to the deck chair before us, bathed in his own cum, was a paying customer. As were two of the women currently rubbing their breasts across his face, running their hands over his sweating chest.
They alternated sucking his painfully swollen, red cock and jerking it hard and fast while he screamed and twisted and begged them to stop, without ever issuing the command that would stop them.
He had more stamina than I did for the kind of torture they put him through. The third woman in their group was a resort domme supervising the scene, occasionally supplying lube, and operating the vibrating plug in the man’s ass.
“No more!” He hung his head, a thin stream of drool dribbling from his lips. “I can’t take it.”
“You can take it.” The domme held up the remote that controlled the plug and clicked a button several times. “I know you’re not empty yet.”
The man’s face contorted. He threw his head back. “Don’t make me come again!”
“Get on his dick,” she snapped to the pretty, dark-haired woman currently bobbing her head up and down on him.
I turned my attention back to Charlotte, who motioned to one of the servers standing by with our mimosas and half-finished breakfast plates. The man brought over a glass, and Charlotte tipped her head back so he could pour the drink into her open mouth. Some spilled down her chest, and the blonde between her legs eagerly moved to lap up the sticky juice and champagne mixture.
The man in the chair let out a sound that was a mix of agony and pure, animalistic desire. The woman riding his cock undulated her hips while the domme reached between them to stroke her.
“You’re going to stay on this cock until he comes again,” the domme warned. “You’re going to keep coming until he does.”
I made a mental note to get this woman a raise. She provided exceptional customer service.
It had been a long time since I’d been able to keep up with someone like Charlotte. Maybe I was kidding myself and there had never been a time I could have kept up with her. At the moment, the spirit was willing, but the flesh was tired, despite the inspiring scene. I was more than content to watch and not participate.
It gave me plenty of time to consider Charlotte in what appeared to be her natural habitat: getting fucked. I’d never met anyone as emotionally guarded and eager to be sexually vulnerable as she was. I had no doubt that she genuinely enjoyed her sexual freedom; it wouldn’t be so much fun to be with her in this environment if she didn’t.
Up until the night before, it had seemed like Charlotte was her most authentic self when she was fucking. It was only when her feelings had spilled out that I’d caught a glimpse of the deeply insecure side of her that I’d been warned about.
The gulf between “deeply insecure” and what she was doing on the lounge beside me was wide enough to swallow the seas.
The brunette on the man’s lap shouted, a high-pitched “ah!” of release that faded into giggles as the domme’s hand never let up. Soon, the giggles faded to hisses and squirms while the man openly sobbed.
“I’m… gonna…” the brunette panted. And she did, her legs trembling on either side of the chair. The domme didn’t give any reprieve from the stimulation, cooing, “Oh, is that starting to hurt, slut? I can stop as soon as you milk his cock dry.”
The blonde’s hand disappeared between Charlotte’s thighs. While the sight of Charlotte’s gorgeous face tilted up, eyelids fluttering closed in ecstasy, was erotic enough to haunt my daydreams until the end of time, my view of her pussy was obstructed. I reached for my cane and got to my feet, moving past the show in the chair to stand over my girlfriend.