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)
Porter’s mouth brushed the shell of my ear without kissing it. “What is it?”
The composure in his voice, his calmness, nearly broke me. The way he could ask what is it while I sat spread over his thighs, fucked in the ass by my sponsor and in the cunt by a senator whose vote we had just bought with my body.
“I need…” The words tore and dissolved. Gowry thrust, and I lost the thread of speech entirely, crying out instead.
“Use words,” Porter said.
Gowry’s mouth curved a little. “She’s nearly gone.”
“I know,” Porter replied. “She gets this way.”
I shook in his hold. My vagina pulsed around Gowry’s cock. My ass fluttered around Porter’s. The sensation of that, of my own body signaling its impending collapse to both of them, sent a fresh wash of humiliation through me so violent that my eyes stung.
“Please let me come,” I whispered.
Neither of them stopped.
Gowry gave me a harder stroke, and Porter answered from beneath with one upward thrust that seemed to split me open along a line made of discomfort, authority, and unquenchable need. I sobbed aloud.
“Please, sir,” I said, louder now, frantic. “Please, may I come? Please…”
Porter’s right hand slid from my hip, his fingers moving inward and down, between my legs.
The first touch of his fingers on my clit, while he filled my ass and Gowry worked in and out of my pussy, made the narrow world of their bodies, enclosing mine, seem to flare with incandescent heat. I cried out so sharply I hardly recognized the sound as mine. My thighs tried to close, as if to make it stop, but there was nowhere for them to go. Gowry held my knees open as he fucked, and Porter’s own legs kept mine spread. I was trapped in exactly the right shape for pleasure—theirs, and through a dominant afterthought, mine.
“That’s how badly she wants it,” Gowry said, with a degrading satisfaction. “Feel her.”
“Oh, I do.”
Porter’s fingers circled once, twice, with devastating skill. I writhed against his arm.
“Please,” I said again, and now I was begging with no pride left at all. “Please, sir, please, may I… I need to… I need to…”
“Yes,” he said quietly. “You may come, you little ass whore.”
The crude words seemed to unleash something utterly animal inside me. I came so hard that for one instant I truly felt as if I had ceased to exist as a physical body. The orgasm hit not in one place but everywhere at once: my clit under Porter’s fingers, my cunt clenching around Gowry, my ass spasming around Porter, my belly, my thighs, my throat. I threw my head back against Porter’s shoulder, cried out, and felt my whole body convulse between them.
It rolled on, breaking again before the first wave had finished, and then again. The second and third orgasms seemed to catch on to one another, making each of them longer, brighter, more unbearable than the last. Gowry swore under his breath. Porter tightened his arm around my waist and kept me exactly where I was while my body jerked and clenched and shook.
“That’s it,” he said near my ear, and his voice had roughened now. “Take it. Come on our cocks.”
Our cocks. I came again, just from those two words it felt like, and after that I no longer seemed to be properly in the room. I remained upright. I heard sounds. I felt things. But some part of me had gone very far away, very suddenly, to the cold, clear place from which I could observe the rest. From there I could see the scene as if from some impossible height: a red-haired girl in a red bra, flushed and striped and spread over a powerful man’s lap, while another powerful man fucked her from the front in a senator’s office. I saw the girl’s mouth open on helpless cries. I saw the way her body seized around both men every time another climax tore through her. I saw how small she looked. How thoroughly used. How completely she had become what they said she was.
And from that outer place I understood, with a calm more devastating than panic, that the girl was me. I floated there while my body kept coming.
I was dimly aware of tears on my face, and I was also dimly aware that neither man had withdrawn. They continued to use me through it. Gowry’s strokes had become less measured now, more openly driven by the pleasure of my body’s response. Porter still moved with more control, but I could feel urgency building in him too, in the heavier rise of his hips, the firmer pressure of his fingers, the way his breath touched the damp hair at my temple.
“She keeps doing it,” Gowry said, sounding almost impressed. “Christ.”
“Of course she does,” Porter replied, and there was pride in it now, unmistakable and somehow almost as humiliating as the rest. “She asked for this.”