Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Stella’s eyes flutter shut, but she doesn’t hesitate. She lifts her knees so that her feet are flat on the sides of the seat, fully exposing her crotch. Then, Hunter rips her panties off and her pussy’s revealed, pink and gleaming and swollen. Her asshole winks flirtatiously, like it’s begging for a massive cock inside.
“Shit,” I breathe. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Stella.”
I don’t know if she hears me because Hunter’s reached around to pinch her hard clit, and she squeals a bit.
“Oooh!” she shrieks. “Mmm!”
He grins, whispering something in her ear before dipping his fingers into her wet slit and pulling them out. Then he spreads the pussy fluid on her asshole, still whispering in her ear as he lubes the sweet girl up.
“Ummm,” she moans, eyes closed, leaning back against him as he rubs and teases her pink pleats. “Mmmm.”
Hunter grins at me, pausing for a moment to whip out his fat cock. It stands straight up between Stella’s open thighs, the tip already dripping with lust. I half expect him to push into her cunt first just to get it lubed up, but this fucker is an asshole to the nth degree.
He locks eyes with me as he notches the head of his cock against her butthole. “Watch,” he rasps. “Our little girl is going to sit on this big dick with her ass.”
I do. I stare as he pushes that massive rod into her anus, centimeter by centimeter, the rim stretching as she moans and squeals with discomfort.
“Oh god,” Stella whines. “You’re so big, Hunter!”
“I know,” he rasps in her ear. “But you can do it, baby. Show our pastor how you take my fat dick in your tiny asshole. Show how you’ve learned to stretch.”
I watch as that monster cock disappears inch by inch into her straining anus, the young woman panting as she’s violated.
“Ohhh!” she squeals again, her hands gripping the chair’s armrests with white knuckles. “Ummm!”
“Good girl,” Hunter growls into the delicate seashell of her ear. “You’re taking it so well, just like a good girl does.”
Then, he continues the push, slow and steady, until he bottoms out in her anus with her bottom pressed fully against his balls, her rim stretched so thin around his fat cock that it must hurt. Stella shifts uncomfortably and lets out a long, shuddering moan.
“Fuck, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice broken and beautiful. “Oh my god.”
“That’s my sweet girl,” he rasps. “You’re Daddy’s favorite little anal whore.”
Then, Hunter’s hands clamp her hips, guiding her up and down on his cock. The muscles in his forearms stand out, taut and trembling with restraint as she slides up and down, jerking off the massive cock with the tight walls of her rectum. Stella’s knuckles go white on the chair, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.
“Oooh!” she squeals, throwing her head back. “Oh my god!”
He talks to her, dirty and soft, a litany of filth: “That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s cock. Stretch that pretty little asshole around Daddy’s hot horny meat. You’re a dirty anal slut, aren’t you?”
She sobs out a yes, her whole body shivering as she moves on him, the sounds of their bodies wet and obscene in the high-ceilinged office.
My own cock is rock hard, an ache that will not be ignored. I press a hand to the front of my pants, trying to will it down, but the sight is too much.
Hunter leans forward, bites her shoulder, then looks at me again. “You want a turn, Pastor?” he asks.
I hesitate, just long enough for the room to notice.
Stella turns her face to me, her cheeks streaked with tears and sweat and something like hope. “Please,” she says. “I want you to.”
My feet carry me to them without conscious thought. I kneel before her, my hands on her hips, my mouth pressed to the tight ring of muscle stretched around Hunter’s cock. I lick, first soft, then deep, tasting them both. Stella cries out, the sound ragged, as I tongue her, sucking at the place where Hunter fills her.
“Fuck,” Hunter groans, his cock flexing as my tongue skims a bulging vein.
Holy shit, am I really doing this? Am I licking a woman’s ass right where she’s being penetrated by a fat dick? Am I bisexual? But at the moment, I don’t give a fuck. I keep going, the taste of them electric on my tongue. I suck and lick until Hunter starts to lose control, his rhythm breaking, his voice going hoarse.
He pulls out suddenly, his cock slick and shining. He stands, grabs Stella by the hair, and pushes her to her knees in front of me.
I unbutton my pants, my hands shaking. Stella looks up at me, her mouth open, her tongue out and eyes wide with lust.
“Put it in, Pastor O’Toole,” she pants. “My ass is so empty without you.”