Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“There,” he said, and I heard the approval in his voice. “That’s better. Let it happen, you sweet little ass girl.”
CHAPTER 24
Porter
The sight of my rigid cock vanishing into Alex’s adorable virgin bottom enraptured me. The delicate, dainty, wrinkled inner lips of her thrillingly smooth pussy glistened with her need just above where my hardness now entered her. The same copious wetness coated my rigid shaft from my ride in her velvet vagina, lubricating me as I opened the tiny button of her anus.
The bunched lace of the pretty white thong, just a soaked strip of fabric now, lay to the side, running along her outer lips and over her pert little bottom cheek. The garter belt, suspenders, and sheer stockings framed my conquest of Alex’s pussy and bottom beautifully. Little by little I impaled her on my phallus, taking my time to fill her most private place with this new lesson, her sopping panties simply moved aside for her sponsor’s convenience in fucking his new bed girl in cunt and anus.
“Touch yourself,” I said, my voice a little rougher than I intended. “Show me what your sponsor’s cock in your ass does to that little cunt.”
She made the sweetest, most stricken sound, and then obeyed. Her fingers went between her legs, hesitant at first, as if the act of granting herself pleasure under my order still shocked her almost as much as the submission that had earned it. I kept my hands on her upper thighs and kept her wide open for me while she began to stroke herself, and the desperate sexiness of the sight brought a jerk to my cock.
She raised her face a little from the bed and looked down her body, stealing a naughty glimpse of how my penis had claimed her and how her fingers worked her clit, trying to make it feel good. I saw shame in her eyes, certainly. No girl with any pride would look otherwise while taking a man’s cock in her bottom and rubbing her own slick little sex because he had told her to.
But I could see something else in her expression too. Gratitude. And, even more movingly, a fragile bright thread of pride, as if she understood that she had done something difficult for me and had been found worthy of reward.
Her face struck me with absurd force at that moment. I had told myself I was managing this: structuring the way I introduced her to these dark pleasures, keeping my own emotions within the bounds of what I could command and explain and pay for. But the sight of Alex Murphy with my cock in her ass, touching her pussy because I had decided she had earned it, raising her eyes to look at me as if my approval mattered in some deeper way than the simple terms of an arrangement—it didn’t seem like the kind of sight a prudent man would allow to assume real importance in his mind or his heart.
But it occurred to me with a disorienting urgency that I was losing the fight not to love her.
The realization might have alarmed me more if my cock hadn’t been buried in her virgin asshole while her body tightened around it in needy pulses.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Good girl. Play with your cunt properly. Let your body learn what opening your bottom for me can earn you.”
She cried out softly and obeyed more fully. Her fingers moved with increasing urgency. I gave her a slow stroke, then another, savoring the exquisite drag of her tiny anus on my shaft, the way her whole body answered every inch. Her cunt had gotten even more visibly wet, and every time she touched herself I watched the movement with hungry fascination.
“Sir,” she whispered, her voice straining with the discomfort of having her bottom fucked for the first time.
“Yes?”
“Please…” Her voice trembled. “Please, may I come?”
* * *
Alex
I felt very keenly how easily he could have denied me. Indeed, I knew Porter well enough by now, I thought, to have a reasonable expectation that he would deny me. At the moment, though, I couldn’t bear the thought.
And yet I had asked.
The very idea told me, to my dismay, that the structure of asking, of waiting, of receiving permission from my sponsor… I needed it. I felt paradoxically like I couldn’t bear not to climax, whatever Porter said, and also that I couldn’t bear to come without his permission.
“Yes,” he said. “You’re being a very good girl. Come on my cock. Come while I’m in your ass.”
The words went straight through me. My whole body answered before my mind could even frame a response, whether gratitude, shame, or relief. I cried out and convulsed around him at once, my fingertips slipping over my clit more and more rapidly as the orgasm hit with shocking force.