what he intended to do her and it was something she never thought she’d do. Now she looked forward to it with eager anticipation.
On the seat in front of her she noticed Cleo violently masturbating herself as she watched them, a look of desire, cruel and greedy, twisting her beautiful face.
“ Andrino ,” she moaned, “when’s my turn? I want to use the bitch too.”
“Use her then,” Andrino smiled, “Angel is here to serve us all, aren’t you me dear?”
“Uh-huh,” Angel was amazed to find herself nodding. She was beginning to realize that she would be willing to do almost anything for this man, no matter how obscene.
“Good!” Cleo grinned, “ then give me your hand, I want you to fist me!”
Before Angel knew what was happening, the African woman had reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to fall down on her chin, her ass still up in the air behind her as Pete prepped it for fucking. What happened next was an overwhelming cloud of heady sensation. Behind her she felt Pete press his cock up against her puckered ring as Cleo guided her hand down beneath her dress and up toward the heat of her soaking snatch. As Pete pressed deeper into her back passage, filling her with a burning ache that was as pleasurable as it was painful, Cleo forced her hand right into her slippery channel, consuming it all the way up to the wrist. She began to fuck herself with it like it was an inanimate sex toy as Angel looked on through a haze of agonizing heaven and glorious hell. They continued to grind away together in rhythm, Pete at the back in her ass and Cleo at the front with her cunt clamped around Angel’s wrist until the overwrought hostess finally felt the onset of an orgasm that promised to be more intense than anything she’d ever felt before in her life. It shot through her whole body like a tsunami rising all the way up from the gates of hell.
***
As Angel shuddered, lost to the raptures of ecstasy, Cleo brought herself to climax too, her long fingernails digging into Angel’s wrists as she viciously fucked herself with it. Finally she collapsed back against her seat in grateful exhaustion. Pete still hadn’t cum, but Andrino was clearly growing impatient.
“I want that cunt,” he growled, his voice low and dominant, and in an instant he pulled Angel forward by her hips, emptying her ass of Pete’s cock and lifting her all the way down onto his lap and right onto his delicious burning cock.
Her soaking lips parted around it effortlessly and it shot up inside her, filling her out with his throbbing heat. Behind them, Pete wasted no time dismounting the table and bounding towards them, cock in hand, to fill her ass again once more. Angel winced with the pleasure, the sheer stuffed-ness, as he pressed his cock back inside her, fucking her from behind as Andrino continued to plunder his pussy. The three of them rocked together in fevered, moaning ecstasy until finally orgasm shot through them all, one after the other and all at once. It was so intense, the encounter had been so exhausting, that Angel thought she was going to pass out as the pleasure swept through her.
***
This time she didn’t have to guess, she knew for certain that she was a mess. Naked but for her boots and covered in the juices of at least four different people, men and women, Angel knew that it didn’t get any dirtier or more depraved than that. A terrifying idea occurred to her as she wondered just what Madam Constance would have to say about all this. She didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Behind them a slow, elegant clap began to sound. “Bravo, impressive work Andrino . I wasn’t sure about this one but you managed to break her in in record time. Fantastic work.” It was Madam Constance.
Angel was too embarrassed to face her so she kept her eyes buried in Andrino’s shoulder, his cock still half-firm inside her burning pussy.
“I couldn’t help myself,” Andrino smiled, “in
On the seat in front of her she noticed Cleo violently masturbating herself as she watched them, a look of desire, cruel and greedy, twisting her beautiful face.
“ Andrino ,” she moaned, “when’s my turn? I want to use the bitch too.”
“Use her then,” Andrino smiled, “Angel is here to serve us all, aren’t you me dear?”
“Uh-huh,” Angel was amazed to find herself nodding. She was beginning to realize that she would be willing to do almost anything for this man, no matter how obscene.
“Good!” Cleo grinned, “ then give me your hand, I want you to fist me!”
Before Angel knew what was happening, the African woman had reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to fall down on her chin, her ass still up in the air behind her as Pete prepped it for fucking. What happened next was an overwhelming cloud of heady sensation. Behind her she felt Pete press his cock up against her puckered ring as Cleo guided her hand down beneath her dress and up toward the heat of her soaking snatch. As Pete pressed deeper into her back passage, filling her with a burning ache that was as pleasurable as it was painful, Cleo forced her hand right into her slippery channel, consuming it all the way up to the wrist. She began to fuck herself with it like it was an inanimate sex toy as Angel looked on through a haze of agonizing heaven and glorious hell. They continued to grind away together in rhythm, Pete at the back in her ass and Cleo at the front with her cunt clamped around Angel’s wrist until the overwrought hostess finally felt the onset of an orgasm that promised to be more intense than anything she’d ever felt before in her life. It shot through her whole body like a tsunami rising all the way up from the gates of hell.
***
As Angel shuddered, lost to the raptures of ecstasy, Cleo brought herself to climax too, her long fingernails digging into Angel’s wrists as she viciously fucked herself with it. Finally she collapsed back against her seat in grateful exhaustion. Pete still hadn’t cum, but Andrino was clearly growing impatient.
“I want that cunt,” he growled, his voice low and dominant, and in an instant he pulled Angel forward by her hips, emptying her ass of Pete’s cock and lifting her all the way down onto his lap and right onto his delicious burning cock.
Her soaking lips parted around it effortlessly and it shot up inside her, filling her out with his throbbing heat. Behind them, Pete wasted no time dismounting the table and bounding towards them, cock in hand, to fill her ass again once more. Angel winced with the pleasure, the sheer stuffed-ness, as he pressed his cock back inside her, fucking her from behind as Andrino continued to plunder his pussy. The three of them rocked together in fevered, moaning ecstasy until finally orgasm shot through them all, one after the other and all at once. It was so intense, the encounter had been so exhausting, that Angel thought she was going to pass out as the pleasure swept through her.
***
This time she didn’t have to guess, she knew for certain that she was a mess. Naked but for her boots and covered in the juices of at least four different people, men and women, Angel knew that it didn’t get any dirtier or more depraved than that. A terrifying idea occurred to her as she wondered just what Madam Constance would have to say about all this. She didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Behind them a slow, elegant clap began to sound. “Bravo, impressive work Andrino . I wasn’t sure about this one but you managed to break her in in record time. Fantastic work.” It was Madam Constance.
Angel was too embarrassed to face her so she kept her eyes buried in Andrino’s shoulder, his cock still half-firm inside her burning pussy.
“I couldn’t help myself,” Andrino smiled, “in
Similar Books
