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)
“On the sofa,” he says, voice gone rough.
Stella obeys. She climbs onto the couch, turns, and sits, her knees together, her hands folded in her lap. She’s shaking with adrenaline, but her eyes are on fire.
O’Toole kneels in front of her. He parts her knees with both hands, spreads them wide until her pussy is on full display, pink and glossy. He stares at it, then at her, and then runs a finger up the slit, slow, like he’s tracing a line in wet sand. Stella whimpers, her hips twitching.
“Look at you,” he says, soft. “You’re fucking drenched, sweetheart.”
I move closer, circle over to the couch, and watch over his shoulder. The angle is perfect: I can see Stella’s pussy, the slick shining in the lamplight, and I can see her face, open and raw and desperate. Her gaze flicks from O’Toole’s eyes to mine and back again, and I know that if I told her to stop, she’d do it in an instant. But I’m not going to.
“Fuck,” he grunts, holding her labia wide to reveal her little hole and fat clit. Then he pinches her nub, making her scream a bit. “Yeah, that’s what I like to hear,” he chuckles deep in his chest.
Then the pastor stands, undoes his belt, and drops his trousers. His cock is huge, not quite as long as mine, but thick as a rolling pin, and already leaking at the tip. He doesn’t stroke it, just lets it bounce, heavy and eager. Stella gasps, her hands going to her thighs, nails digging in.
“Do you want it?” he asks, low. “Is my dirty little girl ready for some fat church cock?”
She nods, tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Ask for it,” I say. My voice is low, but it cracks the moment open. O’Toole looks over his shoulder at me, then back at her.
“Please, Pastor,” she whispers. “Fuck me. I want that hard cock deep in my cunt.”
He doesn’t make her wait. He grabs her under the knees, drags her down the sofa until her ass is hanging off the edge, then lines up his cock and pushes in, slow and relentless. The sound is obscene: a wet, squelching sigh as he splits her open, the head of his cock disappearing inside her cunt with a stretch so wide I half-expect her to scream.
She does.
“Unnnnh!” Stella wails, head thrown back, hands gripping the cushions. “Oh my god, oh my god, it’s too much!”
“Take it,” I growl, moving around to watch from the side. “You can stretch, can’t you, baby?”
She nods, but tears are running down her face, pure pleasure and pain braided together. O’Toole thrusts deeper, then pulls out, then pushes in again, each time a little faster, a little rougher. Stella’s legs shake, her feet drum against the cushions, and her tits bounce wildly with every move.
“Such a good girl,” O’Toole rasps. “Such a greedy, cock-hungry cunt. Look at you, taking all of Daddy’s dick. Is this what you wanted when you came to my office? Is this what you had in mind the entire time?”
“Yes!” she cries. “Yes, fuck, yes, don’t stop!”
He doesn’t. He fucks her hard, one hand on her throat, the other pinning her hip in place. I watch, fascinated, as her whole body goes rigid, her toes curling, her pussy stretched around his fat shaft.
“Touch yourself,” I order. She does, instantly, fingers finding her clit and rubbing frantically as O’Toole pounds her.
Her first orgasm hits with a scream. She jerks, almost flinging herself off the couch, and O’Toole clamps down on her, holding her in place while she rides the waves of it, sobbing and gasping.
“Unnnnh!” she cries, arching her back as her pussy convulses on the massive shaft buried inside. “Oh oh oh!”
“Fuck,” O’Toole bites out, his face a mask of arousal. “Goddamn, your cunt feels so good.”
I wait for the convulsions to slow, then move in beside them. I grip her jaw, pull her head forward, and kiss her deep, tasting the salt and heat of her. “Good girl,” I whisper against her mouth. “You took his cock like a champ, baby. Who knew you’d love having two fat dicks in this horny hole?”
O’Toole slows, but doesn’t stop. He looks at me, sweaty and wild. “She’s perfect,” he says. “Fucking perfect, and a total slut.”
I nod. “Yeah, that’s what I love best about her.”
He pulls out, and for a second, I have no idea what he’s doing. Did that fucker come, and I didn’t realize it? Stella just lies there, legs open in invitation, pussy dripping and twitching. But then she props herself up, looks at me with glassy eyes, and says: “Do you want me now?”
The words are almost shy, but I see the hunger in her.
“Fuck yeah,” I say. “But get on top of him first.”