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)
The spoons had nothing on the barbells that pop their way in, one by one. He pumps me deep and fast, and for all my table pondering, I imagine how dirty they’ve been while I was a blindfolded player. Have they had their thick cocks set to burst all the while they’ve been eating? Have they been groping each other in the kitchen while they’ve been prepping the food?
It feels like it.
Josh doesn’t go easy. He fucks me with all his might, with a pump, pump, pump, fucking pump until he pulls out. He’s at my face in seconds, his knee on the tabletop beside me as he works his cock in his hand.
“Don’t you dare fucking swallow,” he says, and I groan as Heath takes position between my legs, slamming his thick barbelled shaft inside me as Josh blows his load right in my creamy mouth.
More cream.
Fuck yeah, I want it.
“Dirty girl,” Josh says and drops his face to mine. He licks my open lips, then dips his tongue inside, playing with the gooey mix of cum and cream. I don’t kiss him, just leave my mouth open wide, shunted back and forth as Heath pistons between my legs.
Oh, yeah. I want Heath’s cream in my mouth, too. I’m such a greedy slut.
Heath takes longer than Josh, gripping and groping my messy tits as he works himself up to shoot his load. He’s hitting the spot so well, and Josh’s mouth is so horny that I can’t hold back from coming myself, only I have to be still and silent through mine. I have to obey the instructions.
It’s so fucking hard.
The ripples that rock through me are intensified beyond belief by the way I have to clench my muscles to stay still. I close my eyes, wishing I could swallow and cry out, but it’s forbidden. This is a proposal. No matter what the situation, this is a proposal, and I’m an entertainer.
Heath doesn’t come inside me. Instead, Josh pulls away enough to let Heath angle his swollen cock at my mouth, working himself until his jets of cum add to the messy churn in my mouth.
Three loads of cream in one. Salty and sweet.
Heath dips his tongue in for a swirl, and it’s still dripping white when he rises. He kisses my boyfriend as I stare up at them, mute as they eat each other’s mouths out like partners in crime.
Or just partners.
They look like partners as they kiss. Heath takes Josh’s face in his hands, groaning with passion, and I may as well be nothing more than a table when Josh tangles his fingers in Heath’s hair right back.
It’s absolutely fucking beautiful.
They both have puffy lips when they finally turn their attention back to me.
Heath strokes a thumb across my cheek.
“You can swallow now, curva. Enjoy your dessert.”
It’s such a glorious relief when I do. What a fucking treat for me. I’d give them a thank you, if I was allowed to.
The guys scoop up the remnants of melted ice cream and globs of chocolate, and let me suck their fingers clean. Josh makes me retch on his, diving right to the back of my throat with chocolate sauce – and that starts a game that makes them grin like a filthy pair of jokers. Who can get their fingers the deepest, trying to make me retch on more and more thick gloopy goodness.
I’m such a good girl that I take both of them. They can have my throat. They can jab as deep as they want, but they won’t make me break my role.
Or so I think until Josh starts up, teasing my clit with his chocolate coated fingers.
“How much chocolate do you want, baby? How about some of Heath’s? Would you like that?”
My breaths quicken.
Josh looks at Heath.
“I think she wants some extra chocolate dip, don’t you?”
“Hmm… she’s welcome to some.”
“Go on, give it to her. Give it to your dirty curva.”
Heath hitches himself onto the table, so close I can see him spread his ass. His fingers are already messy with chocolate when he slides three into his asshole.
Josh works my clit, slow and steady.
“Give her that yummy chocolate,” Josh says, and his voice is laced with filth.
Josh wants it as much as I do. He wants to see me suck on Heath’s filthy fingers, straight from his asshole.
Heath gets down from the table before he presents his filthy fingers to my open mouth. He runs them around my lips, smiling at me.
“Let’s go real deep,” he says, and drives his fingers deep, curving into my throat, and pinches my nose with his free hand as he does it.
He fucks my throat with his dirty fingers, and I can’t stop choking. I can’t breathe if I don’t.
“Suck,” he says. “Suck like a good girl.”
I suck him like a good girl, with my nose still pinched.