“There…happy now, greedy boy? With that big, thick cock up your ass? You just know how good that’s going to feel when it starts fucking you, don’t you?”
Mr. Brooker trembled with poorly contained longing and squirmed on the rubber dick.
“Mm,” he whimpered. “Hard. Fuck me hard.”
“Oh,” I purred in his ear, fingers tracing down across his chest to bestow a sharp pinch on one tight little nipple, “yes. Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t know whether you’re coming or going.”
He growled low in his throat when I started up the machine, Bill’s thrusting motion driving the vibe deeper inside him with every increase of the settings. My shimmering dress no longer felt like a caress on my skin, more an irritation, and my pussy ached…not to be atop the fake cock, drumming in and out, but for the feel of real flesh, hot and hard. I stepped back, leaving space between Brooker and myself, taking a wide circle around him, the remote in my hand.
He never knew when or how I would change the pace, raise or lower the speed, and it drove him crazy. His feet arched against the floor, and he bounced against Bill’s upholstery, his own dick craning desperately for attention.
“That’s it,” I crowed as his cries grew louder, “take that cock. Take it!”
“Fuck!”
His prick lobbed to and fro as he pumped against the machine, his gaze pinning me to the wall with the intensity of his desire. I touched my breasts through the flimsy dress, rubbing my thighs together to ease the itch I so badly needed scratched. He saw it on my face, I’m sure. The gasp of a smile lit his mouth.
“S-sit on my cock?”
I snatched a condom from the tub, tugged open the packet, and rolled it onto his hard dick before I straddled him. My dress, pulled up to my hips, revealed both my lack of underwear and the slickness of my slit, and he slid into me with ease. I knotted my fingers in his hair and rode him hard and fast, focusing—true to the game—on my pleasure and letting the double ecstasy of Wild Bill and my own sweet friction take care of Brooker’s.
At the highest setting, I swear the vibrations rocked me as much as they did him. Either way, as James screamed his release into the crook of my neck, straining against the cuffs that bound him and tortured to an almost unbearable intensity of orgasm by the thrusting vibe in his ass, I suspected it wouldn’t be the last of his visits to me.
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