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)
I made the most humiliating sound.
“Christ,” Gowry said softly, and I heard in it not tenderness but appreciation.
The fingers that had found my pussy gathered my wetness and moved with terrible deliberateness. They stroked through me again, then further back and further up, to the tighter place… the little bud Porter had made his own. I went rigid at once. A fingertip worked there, slickening the little ring with what my own body had produced from all this shame and need. The realization of that—that I was being prepared for anal use with my own arousal—sent such a violent pulse through me that I thought for one dizzy instant I might simply lose consciousness and float away.
Instead I stayed there, panting over the coffee table with my eyes shut while one of them worked my pussy and then my anus and then my pussy again, making a single continuity out of those places in a way that felt depraved beyond language.
“There,” Porter said quietly near my ear. “That’s better.”
Then, further away and louder, to the man with whom he had decided to share me.
“The anus is mine, but to celebrate this legislative achievement, please accept a loan of the cunt.”
“Oh, God,” I whimpered. I thought I might burst into flames from the wave of mortification and need that swept through me.
A hand remained on my lower back, keeping me arched. Another spread over the back of my neck. Then I felt the blunt head of a cock at the entrance to my vagina, pressed there from behind.
My eyes flew open.
“Keep them open now, slut,” Porter said.
Before I could answer, Gowry pushed into the aching sheath of my pussy. I cried out. My body had been so wound, so prepared, so inflamed by everything they had done with their hands that the intrusion felt enormous and immediate and shockingly good. He filled me in one heavy thrust that made the table shift under my knees.
At the same instant Porter stepped in front of me and put his hand under my jaw.
“Mouth,” he said.
I opened at once.
His cock pressed onto my tongue and then entered. The shame of it, the speed of it, the fact that I had gone in a few seconds from being touched and evaluated to being properly, brutally occupied at both ends of the same axis of submission, with one man in my pussy and the other in my face, nearly blasted my mind apart.
Gowry began to fuck me first, measured and deep, from behind. Each thrust moved me forward onto Porter’s cock. Porter took my mouth with a quicker rhythm, one hand in my hair, the other behind his back. I could do nothing but receive them both. My body rocked between them. My hands slipped a little on the polished wood. I heard wet sounds, little choked noises from my own throat, the faint creak of wood.
The table felt small beneath me now, as if all of me were concentrated into points of contact and penetration. Gowry drove into my pussy again and again, and each time Porter’s cock slid farther along my tongue or struck the back of my throat if the movement lined up just so. I gagged once. Porter did not stop.
“That’s it,” he said roughly. “Take it.”
I did. God, I did. My cunt tightened around the man behind me as if it had forgotten every principle except service. My mouth opened wider and tried to make itself soft for my sponsor’s penis. Tears stung my eyes. The six cane stripes on my bottom burned each time Gowry’s lap met me. Everything had become too much and not enough at once.
Then, suddenly, Porter withdrew.
The sudden emptiness of my mouth made me gasp. Gowry remained in my vagina, still giving me hard, claiming strokes from behind while Porter stood close enough that I could feel his attention on my wet lips and my flushed face.
He put one finger under my chin.
“Are you satisfied now?” he asked.
The question made me feel my own greed. It made me hear what I had asked for and what I was apparently about to ask for again. It made me confront the fact that this was not enough.
The hot blood traveled anew through my whole body. Gowry gave one more thrust into my pussy and held there, his hands gripping my hips hard, while I fought to speak.
“No, sir,” I whispered.
Porter’s eyes did not leave mine. “No?”
I shook my head once. My voice cracked. “Please… please, sir.”
“Use your words.”
That nearly undid me. I was atop a coffee table in a senator’s office with one man’s cock in my pussy and another man making me articulate the next obscenity I wanted.
“I want…” I had to stop and swallow. “I want one of you in my… my cunt… and the other in my ass.”