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Authors: Valerie Herme´
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keep from coming. My mouth slides off his cock, my knees rise from the carpet, my back flops on the bed, my legs spread, and my arms reach for him.
His smile shows his contempt for the slut I am. The one I return offers a counterfeit of desire. He settles his body on me. I reach over the side of the bed to where the condoms should be. There aren’t any.
I guide his cock to my cunt. He drives it hard inside. My feet rise, my legs curl over his ass, my back arches, my neck bends backward, my eyes flutter, and my mouth parts for the dive of his tongue.
His hips pound me. I fight to rise to his rhythm. His body is the stronger. He humps his cock through me until I surrender, locked to him helplessly, wanting, taking. His arms make me his prisoner. His cock settles tight and empties.
The petals of my labia beat like the wings of a trapped bird. My lips surrender a startled moan and search madly for his. I’ve done this often and well, with many men. I can’t tell if I’m having an orgasm or faking.
Roberto lays his head between my breasts while his cock finishes draining into me. He raises his shoulders. I give him my eyes. His reveal nothing but the spark of triumph I expect.
He bends his head and sucks my nipples. His cock stays in me. I caress the back of his legs with my heels and knead his ass with my hands. If he wants to harden inside me, I’ll do my best to let him.
I look through the glass wall. The hotshot hasn’t moved. The hand he uses to steer his wheelchair makes a faint gesture. I think it means he’s enjoying the show.
The door to the glass room opens. Over Roberto’s shoulder, I watch a naked young woman enter. Roberto releases my boob from his mouth and sees her. I feel a silent laugh go through his belly. He rises off me and sits cross-legged on the end of the bed, between my spread legs.
If he hasn’t taken a good look at the diamond ring pierced through my labia, he’s getting one now. Will he recognize it as one Laurie Deloit used to wear? Whatever he makes of it causes him to smile.
He can’t know the ring, I realize. I’d stopped wearing it on my hand when he began working for me, after the woman who was my assistant before him ran off with me fiancé.
He squeezes my toes and reaches for the new woman.
She moves closer to him. His hand travels over her ass and down the inside of her leg. She’s a short blonde with a nice body. Her face is heavily made up. The cut of her hair looks expensive. She’s wearing hoops in her ears.
Roberto says, “Give me a show, bitches.”
Chapter Fifteen Showtime
The other whore kneels on the bed. I come to my knees in front of her. We embrace. Our lips touch. We play with one another’s breasts and cunts. Roberto says, “Eat her, bitch.” I figure he’s talking to me. I put my head between her legs and my tongue up her cunt. She gives a fake murmur of appreciation.
Roberto’s finger slides in my cunt. I wriggle my hips. He says, “You, bitch. Suck me.” He’s talking to her. I manage to keep my lips on her cunt while we rearrange our bodies. She sucks his cock. I eat her. He fingers me.
He says, “Hands and knees, bitches”
We go to the position side by side. His finger slides in my cunt. Her forced sigh tells me his other hand is doing the same to her. His hand leaves me and his cock probes between my legs.
I think I’m going to take it in the ass, but it heads for my cunt. I guide it there before he can get other ideas. We rock hard but briefly. He withdraws from me and fucks her. She hurries to build to a fake climax before he comes.
Neither the whore nor Roberto are anywhere near my league. Drop me from the act, and they’d barely be fit for the live performance peep-show joint on Second Street in Seattle.
He grunts again when he loses his wad in her. His touch tells me he’s done fucking. I’ve known men with more stamina. He leaves the bed, and she follows. He says to her, “Come on bitch, I’ll buy you a drink.”
I
His smile shows his contempt for the slut I am. The one I return offers a counterfeit of desire. He settles his body on me. I reach over the side of the bed to where the condoms should be. There aren’t any.
I guide his cock to my cunt. He drives it hard inside. My feet rise, my legs curl over his ass, my back arches, my neck bends backward, my eyes flutter, and my mouth parts for the dive of his tongue.
His hips pound me. I fight to rise to his rhythm. His body is the stronger. He humps his cock through me until I surrender, locked to him helplessly, wanting, taking. His arms make me his prisoner. His cock settles tight and empties.
The petals of my labia beat like the wings of a trapped bird. My lips surrender a startled moan and search madly for his. I’ve done this often and well, with many men. I can’t tell if I’m having an orgasm or faking.
Roberto lays his head between my breasts while his cock finishes draining into me. He raises his shoulders. I give him my eyes. His reveal nothing but the spark of triumph I expect.
He bends his head and sucks my nipples. His cock stays in me. I caress the back of his legs with my heels and knead his ass with my hands. If he wants to harden inside me, I’ll do my best to let him.
I look through the glass wall. The hotshot hasn’t moved. The hand he uses to steer his wheelchair makes a faint gesture. I think it means he’s enjoying the show.
The door to the glass room opens. Over Roberto’s shoulder, I watch a naked young woman enter. Roberto releases my boob from his mouth and sees her. I feel a silent laugh go through his belly. He rises off me and sits cross-legged on the end of the bed, between my spread legs.
If he hasn’t taken a good look at the diamond ring pierced through my labia, he’s getting one now. Will he recognize it as one Laurie Deloit used to wear? Whatever he makes of it causes him to smile.
He can’t know the ring, I realize. I’d stopped wearing it on my hand when he began working for me, after the woman who was my assistant before him ran off with me fiancé.
He squeezes my toes and reaches for the new woman.
She moves closer to him. His hand travels over her ass and down the inside of her leg. She’s a short blonde with a nice body. Her face is heavily made up. The cut of her hair looks expensive. She’s wearing hoops in her ears.
Roberto says, “Give me a show, bitches.”
Chapter Fifteen Showtime
The other whore kneels on the bed. I come to my knees in front of her. We embrace. Our lips touch. We play with one another’s breasts and cunts. Roberto says, “Eat her, bitch.” I figure he’s talking to me. I put my head between her legs and my tongue up her cunt. She gives a fake murmur of appreciation.
Roberto’s finger slides in my cunt. I wriggle my hips. He says, “You, bitch. Suck me.” He’s talking to her. I manage to keep my lips on her cunt while we rearrange our bodies. She sucks his cock. I eat her. He fingers me.
He says, “Hands and knees, bitches”
We go to the position side by side. His finger slides in my cunt. Her forced sigh tells me his other hand is doing the same to her. His hand leaves me and his cock probes between my legs.
I think I’m going to take it in the ass, but it heads for my cunt. I guide it there before he can get other ideas. We rock hard but briefly. He withdraws from me and fucks her. She hurries to build to a fake climax before he comes.
Neither the whore nor Roberto are anywhere near my league. Drop me from the act, and they’d barely be fit for the live performance peep-show joint on Second Street in Seattle.
He grunts again when he loses his wad in her. His touch tells me he’s done fucking. I’ve known men with more stamina. He leaves the bed, and she follows. He says to her, “Come on bitch, I’ll buy you a drink.”
I
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