‘Good girl – ass up.’
She twisted her head to one side. He stood at her hip, hands on his waist: a rumpled, wrinkled picture of masculinity.
‘I can say it in a different tone, if it helps.’
‘You’re lucky I’m so obliging, otherwise you’d get another smack on the mouth.’
‘You’re lucky I’m not easily bored by empty threats. Otherwise I’d put you on your knees and fuck your mouth again.’
The excitement that ran through her wasn’t sparked by the authority of what he said, but by the playfulness behind it. She already liked the words; now she was growing fond of the tune.
He sauntered out of view, and the bed sagged as he knelt behind her. Those adept fingers spread open the mouth of her sex.
‘What a lovely mess I’ve made,’ he said, strumming his finger through the dripping folds. ‘Look over there, next to the bed. You missed it when you first came in, you were so wound up in showing off. What do you think it is? Oh, Molly, the possibilities …’
True, she had missed the little black bag when she first came into the room. It was the type you got at posh boutiques that folded skimpy lingerie in tissue paper.
But what was inside didn’t come from Victoria’s Secret. He’d spelled it out for her, and the erratic wave in her head broadcast those filthy possibilities.
‘Do you do this for all of your –’ clients? employers? ‘– friends?’
‘My friends have to bring their own playthings. For you, well, I suppose I could have brought flowers, but if I want to woo a woman who can suck a cock like you can, I have to do better than roses.’
Molly curled her fingers into her palm and smiled into the bedding. It was such a crass thing to say, especially since he was avidly fingering her wet gash, but beneath it all was such sweet sentiment.
‘I like you, too,’ she murmured, and whimpered as the tip of his tongue unravelled her.
Lick after lick fattened her clit while he rubbed her inside, creating a perfect storm. She could have entertained that beautiful tongue between her legs until she just melted into the mattress, but this was only a warm-up before he retreated. He appeared a moment later next to his bag of tricks.
‘You can say no to anything,’ he told her as he reached into the bag.
‘I trust you,’ she whispered, and marvelled that she truly meant it.
Here was a man who took money in exchange for things she only fantasised about, and here he was, in his words, wooing her. Because he liked her.
‘Like’ was such a frank emotion, but it was the one that reached the deepest. In her whole life, the word ‘love’ had been bandied about when convenient – ex-boyfriends and an ex-husband had used them with varying degrees of honesty, but ‘like’ held so much more.
‘Like’ could be tender and perverted all at once, which summed up Quinn most beautifully.
The first item he produced was a common thing, a bottle of lubricant he could have picked up at the grocery store. As wet as she was, he wouldn’t have needed it if he was merely after the slippery shelter of her cunt. It was the second thing he revealed to her that gave point to the first: a fat little anal plug made of green glass.
‘Still trust me?’ he asked, rolling the toy between his fingers so that it caught the light.
‘What else do you have?’ she whispered, and squeezed her thighs together in anticipation as he set the plug on the table beside the lube.
The next was a basic vibrator, an economical little phallus, unlike the wand she kept tucked in her nightstand. For hers, she had a multitude of sleeves and attachments, but in those capable hands she imagined his ten-dollar vibe would make her beg for more.
‘Ass up,’ he repeated.
She hadn’t realised that she had drooped, but at his word she thrust her ass up to him.
‘Are you saving those three smacks?’
His only response was to jerkily unleash his cock, an impressive column that strained away from heavy balls towards his hairy belly. A quick hand waved across the tip like that of a magician trying to glamour his audience, and he showed her his wet palm before working the tip in a way only a man could handle his own cock.
‘Ass. Up.’
As she extended her invitation, he picked up the lube and tossed it onto the bed, then brandished the plug in his free hand.
‘A little too eager, aren’t we?’ he asked, reviving the heat of her ass with a look she felt. ‘When I go home I’m getting on my fucking knees and praying for good health to the president of Barry REIT for putting you in this position in the first place.’
‘I’m pretty sure they’d frown on this sort of thing. They’ve contributed quite a bit to the Conservative cause, and we all know how those people feel about anal sex.’
‘Until they have a spectacular ass like yours offered up.’ He ran his hands over the swell of her buttocks. ‘Do you want your smacks before or after you take what I’ve got for you?’
‘Give me the plug first,’ she begged, peering to one side to find him. It was no use. He was positioned behind her, out of sight.
‘This isn’t a first for you, then?’
‘God, no, but it has been a long time.’
She sucked in a deep breath, unsure whether she should be entirely truthful with him. She’d probably never shut him up if she said it. Still, she was compelled by his fingers parting her cheeks and the cool dollop of lube on her asshole.
‘And you’re very big,’ she finished.
‘I am big, aren’t I?’ he said, and gave her the tapered tip of the plug. ‘How long has it been?’
‘Two years,’ she confessed, and gripped the bedding as he gave her a little more.
‘Do you think you can take me?’
Molly laughed, then gave him the condensed version of her little secret. After some coaxing without success, she’d bought what was called a ‘starter kit’ on the Internet and convinced Aaron to use the smallest size on her. As for actual anal sex, they had never attempted it, so technically it was closer to eight years since she’d last participated in the real thing.
‘What are you doing?’ He stopped and withdrew the plug. ‘Too much?’
Much like the alleged giggling while being spanked, she had developed a habit of humming while being penetrated. It had started when she’d learned how to insert the plug herself, once Aaron got squeamish and gave it up.
‘It’s just a habit. I can’t help it and I don’t know when I’m doing it.’ She whipped her head around. ‘Are you going to keep going or not?’
‘Was that from Mary Poppins?’
‘Yes.’
‘When they’re all dancing on the rooftops, right? Do you take requests?’
‘Oh, for fuck’s sake!’
She thrust her ass up, and squealed with the sudden hard crack on her ass.
‘You should be nicer to me, Molly. I’m about to fuck you through that wall over there.’
Once more he probed her with the end of the plug, and once more she resumed her humming, cheerfully at first, but as the base widened and stretched, and she was seized by the usual worry that she wouldn’t be able to take it, she began to sing frantically under her breath.
The last of the plug went in, and the discomfort turned into the awareness of being stuffed. She let out a puff of air and squashed her cheek into the pillow.
Quinn returned to the bedside table. ‘Have you ever done a threesome?’
‘Didn’t you ask me that the last time?’
‘The last time I asked if you wanted one. Now I’m asking if you’ve ever had one.’
‘Twice,’ she admitted, and as she watched him pull a package of batteries from the bag she started to feel restless. She was good and corked, but she wasn’t filled. The vibrator was uninspiring. Maybe if he had brought her a rabbit or something else with substance … something she could use on herself while she sucked on him again.
‘Two men or a man and another woman?’
‘Two men,
both times.’
‘And …’
She pushed up onto her forearms and looked up at him. ‘You want details?’
‘Just specifics.’ He twisted the end of the vibrator back on and set it next to the pillow above her head. He took his cock in hand again and leaned against the table. ‘Did you fuck them one at a time or together?’
‘I sucked one off while the other fucked me,’ she said, and reached for the vibrator. ‘That was the first time, and it wasn’t planned. Once we came, we were all too shocked to do anything more.’
‘And the second time?’ He released his cock and reached behind him for the condom box.
‘The second time was planned, and the things we wanted to do were planned. It started off with a hand job for one in the car, a blowjob for the other once we were back at the house. Then they went down on me together.’ She twisted the end of the vibrator back and forth, testing the strength of its oscillations. ‘Two tongues, many fingers, a vibrator in my pussy and a dildo in my ass. And then …’
She glanced up at him. He’d gone still, the condom in one hand and the torn wrapper in the other.
‘Don’t tell me I’ve shocked you.’
‘You have. I had convinced myself that I was the naughtiest thing you’ve done. I started to have my doubts when you didn’t flinch when I told you I wanted to fuck your ass, but I didn’t expect you to tell me you’ve been shared in bed.’ He tossed the wrapper aside and rolled the condom down his dick with a snap. ‘I don’t know when I’ve last been so turned on. You’re a woman in frilly underwear and a red ass, who hums when taking a butt plug and has a filthy history for me to mine, and I get to do whatever I want with you.’
‘What makes you think you can do whatever you want with me? Very presumptuous,’ she murmured, and closed her hand around the shaft of the vibrator.
‘Very accurate,’ he said once he’d moved behind her.
Crack!
Molly bucked and her breath caught in her throat for a moment before it came out as a groan. There it was: instant gratification in that red-hot perfection.
‘Oh, yes, again.’
‘Are you sure? You only have two left.’
‘I thought I had one. You gave me one after I lipped you.’
‘That was a bonus.’
She shunted back against him and went wild when he pushed back and gave her the tip of his cock.
‘Give it to me,’ she crowed, then mewled as he pressed down on the base of the plug. She deflated from the waist up while her lower half beckoned for more. ‘Give it to me hard, and then fuck me hard.’
He had no smarmy remark for her, only two more glorious smacks on the ass.
‘Is this what you wanted?’ he asked in a demonic voice, and jerked her back over his dick. ‘This?’
‘Yes, this, yes.’
These words she managed to get out between the hard puffs of air and the long, stuttering moan that came with the throb of his cock. Buried as he was, she felt it along the entire length of her pussy, and she curled her fingers and toes as her soft inner walls answered him with a hungry spasm.
He withdrew partway and gave her a few frustratingly shallow thrusts. She worried he would carry on like this and merely tease her into an orgasm when what she wanted was unrelenting friction as he made his quick withdrawal.
The hard, hot knob widened her. Two hands splayed across her hot ass, and thumbs dimpled where he spread her apart.
‘You have got to be kidding me,’ she whispered quickly, and had to fight to fill her lungs as he penetrated her slowly, again and again.
Now that he was fully behind her, Molly couldn’t turn around to see him, but she felt his stare, focused on where their bodies were barely joined. He was merely giving her the tip, again and again, over and over, and he was enjoying the show.
‘Tight,’ he murmured, going in a little deeper this time. ‘It’s like your pussy is swallowing me when I first go in.’
Once again, just the tip, and that hot mouth between her legs contracted. The ripple went right through her, coming out the other end in a long whine.
‘Stop teasing me, please.’
‘Why?’
Just as simple as that. Why? Why should he? He had her. He had all of her.
She shunted back, but he dug the heels of his hands into her ass to stop her. ‘Because I want to be fucked. I want to be filled up.’
‘But you are,’ he sang, and tapped the end of the plug. ‘Well, maybe not filled. Stretched. Those two men who had you both at once: was either of them as big as me? Hello?’
She gave up trying to rush him into the fuck she wanted. He had turned her into a thing. She was somewhere between a real human being and one of those lifelike dolls you could buy on the Internet. Compliant but made of warm, wet flesh: his to play with, to poke and probe.
‘One was average,’ she admitted. ‘The other was longer, but about the same thickness. Neither was as thick around as you.’
‘And this starter kit you said you bought, did you ever get to the biggest one?’
‘Once, on my own and by myself, with my vibrator.’
‘Why only once?’
‘Because,’ she said, pushing up onto her hands with a grunt. Her face was now so hot she had beads of sweat dappling her forehead. ‘It was too big for me to play with it on my own. I couldn’t use the vibrator and the plug at the same time without losing grip – ooooh, that’s what I want.’
He had gone balls deep again, pushing against her so that she felt the pressure of the plug.
‘I want to hear everything you’ve ever done, dirty girl. I want to know you. I want to know what you like so I can do it often. I want to know what you’ve never done so I can watch the look on your face while I do it to you.’ He leaned back, his thighs pressed against hers, and drew the plug out a little. He kept talking while he fucked it in and out of her ass. ‘Just not right now. Right now I want you thinking about what I’m doing to you.’
He replaced the plug, then with nudging hands and fingers he put her down on her stomach, almost completely flat, just leaving her bottom raised a little. Strong, hairy thighs pushed hers apart. She bounced as he flattened two hands on either side of her, and then he gave her his weight.
‘Feeling good now, Molly?’
Oh, her name. The way he said her name …
She was sure that if he kept on whispering it with that lovely deep voice he could make her come without even moving.
It was his hips that prompted her to move, slowly at first but not with the same teasing strokes as before. He thrust firmly, giving her a breath’s pause to experience having his cock nestled deep, so hot and throbbing compared to the squat glass plug in her arse.
After every pass over her G-spot, she shunted back to meet his next thrust, her body chasing that electric ripple that went through her.
‘Spread your legs a little more.’ He used his own to push hers apart. With the wetness of his mouth on her shoulder, she turned her head.
‘Molly, Molly, Molly, what are you doing to me?’
He reached underneath her and held her face as he kissed her, a slippery dance in which he led. With his tongue in her mouth, his cock buried deep and his weight pressing on that plug, she was as close to filled as she would get.
‘I wish you could …’ she murmured as his tongue retreated.
‘Wish I could what, Molly? Tell me, and I’ll do it.’
She turned her face into the bedding, cooing as he fucked her slowly again. That’s all he would give her, he murmured, unless she told him what she wanted.
‘I wish there were three of you,’ she said. ‘I wish I could take all three of you at once.’
‘Of course you could. You’d love it. Unfortunately, there’s only me and my toys, so I’ll have to make it up to you.’
He pushed up, withdrew and then exploded.
The bed shook as he pumped her, the springs shrieking in a hellish echo of her cries. She gripped the vibrator wit
h one hand and clawed the bedding with the other. She tried to move with him, move against him, but he was firmly in the driver’s seat.
Quinn moaned and hooked the tips of his fingers into her. ‘God, you should see how amazing your cunt looks taking my whole cock.’
She could see it in pornographic flashes behind her eyes: that hairy belly smacking her hot cheeks, the breadth of him disappearing into her stretched cunt down to the white band of the condom’s rolled hem, and the thin latex emerging wetter than before.
She mumbled into the bedding, words emerging before the thought was even fully formed in her head.
He slowed, rocking in and out of her. ‘What is it?’
‘I want to watch,’ she said, wriggling as he slipped a hand beneath her and gave her clit a pinch. ‘Turn me over?’
‘Whatever you want.’
As soon as she was flat on her back, she dragged the pillow beneath her head and drew her knees up to take his cock again.
From here, the view was perfect. His beautiful, masculine body with shoulders speckled with sweat and her smeared on his abdomen and inner thighs was breathtaking, a pornographic vision set against her white stockings and her wet sex.
He dragged his shaft between her glistening lips, and as he corked her again he tugged the slippery skin around her engorged clit.
Molly shook her head and hummed happily as he pinched and tugged. ‘I want it hard again, as hard as before, and I want to watch.’
Quinn showed his smile, but it was gone once he had wiped his hand across his mouth. He checked the plug, giving it a delightful nudge to secure it, then stretched his body along hers.
‘Keep hold of that vibrator, you’re going to use it on yourself soon.’
He gave her one more hot kiss as he positioned his cock again.
‘Better,’ she whispered. ‘Oh, so much better.’
Now that he was on top, she was able to at least watch him fucking her. Barely a minute after he had resumed the powerful piston motion she was juicier than ever. She felt the plug more than ever each time he plunged into her, and through his nasal grunts and her breathy cries she could hear the squelch of flesh against flesh. She grabbed his wrists and bounced up off the mattress to meet him.
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