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)
He fucked my mouth for long enough that I lost track of time. There was only the rhythm of him, the humiliating wet sounds, the ache in my knees, the fire in my bottom, the wetness gathering shamefully between my thighs, and Porter’s presence like a wall at my back.
Then I heard a change in Gowry’s breathing. It deepened, as his thrusts lost a little of their jackhammer cadence and gained a shade of urgency. The hand in my hair held me more definitely. He was close; I knew it as surely as if he had announced it.
Porter knew too, obviously.
“Senator,” he said, in that maddeningly level tone, “before you give Alex the reward she’s earned—shall I take it that you’ll support the bill?”
Gowry gave two more heavy thrusts into my mouth. I felt him at the back of my throat, forcing a helpless little gag from me, and then he drew back just enough to answer.
“Yes,” he said. “You’ll have my vote.”
Something hot and bright went through me that had nothing to do with orgasm and everything to do with accomplishment and achievement, as crazy as my remaining rationality found that. He had said yes. While using my mouth, he had said yes. My shame expanded to fill the whole room and then changed shape until it almost felt like triumph.
“Good,” Porter said.
Gowry pulled out abruptly, pumping his glistening cock in his left hand.
“Let’s put a pearl necklace on you,” he growled, “to mark the occasion.”
For one confused instant I remained there with my mouth open, flushed and breathing hard, looking up at him. A thread of saliva clung obscenely between us before breaking as the vigor of his self-stimulation increased.
I swallowed. My lips felt swollen. My jaw ached. My bottom burned in six precise lines.
And all at once I knew, with a certainty more frightening than any of the pain, that I didn’t want the scene to end, even with the degradation of the senator shooting his seed onto my little breasts, so exposed in the pretty red lace bra.
I wanted more.
Not later. Now, in this room, while I was still raw and stripped open by what had happened. The want rose in me so fast and so shamelessly that before I had even decided whether I could possibly say it aloud, I heard my own voice.
“Sir,” I whispered.
Porter looked down at me. “Yes, Alex?”
My face flamed. There was no dignified way to ask such a thing. Perhaps there was no sane way either. But sanity had become much less important to me than the pressure in my body and the unbearable need to go farther while I still had the courage that humiliation had apparently given me.
“Please,” I said, and then had to force the rest out. “Please, may I try… both?”
CHAPTER 32
Alex
Silence fell for a moment. Gowry’s hand had stilled on his rigid erection. Porter’s expression was unreadable.
I knew they understood. That seemed to make the humiliation truly exquisite: I had asked for a thing that men understood—something they proposed, or simply commanded, not something a girl asked for.
My pulse hammered. “Please, sir,” I said again, more urgently. “I want to try taking you both. Please.”
Gowry’s eyebrows lifted slightly. Porter’s expression changed almost imperceptibly, with a sharpened concentration that made my body tighten all over.
“You’re asking for double penetration,” he said.
The explicitness of hearing it named made me nearly whimper. “Yes, sir.”
“You’ve never done it.”
“No, sir.” I swallowed. “But I… I want…” My voice broke on the nakedness of the truth. “I want more. Please.”
Gowry gave a low, thoughtful sound that might have been amusement or interest or both. “Ambitious, isn’t she.”
“She is,” Porter said.
I knelt there between them, naked except for the red lace, caned, used, and asking for more… as if I had no remaining pretense of being anything but Porter’s naughty fuck toy, to be shared as he saw fit, and I needed. The remains of the self-respecting young woman who had come to this office two weeks ago, in search of some shameful advantage over a powerful senator noted that I should feel mortified about that.
Instead I could feel how it had made me even wetter, down there where my need to serve flamed like a fiery brand.
Porter stepped closer. His fingers came under my chin and tipped my face up to his. “Look at me.”
I did.
“Do you know what you’re asking for?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me.”
I could barely get air into my lungs. “I’m asking to be fucked by both of you,” I whispered. “At the same time.”
His eyes held mine. “Where?”
I trembled. “In my mouth and… and… in… in my… my cunt.” I bit my lip and found myself unable to suppress the tiny whine that vibrated in my nose. I spoke again, unable to stop the shameful words from emerging. “Or… or in my… my ass, if you… if you choose, sir.”