Double Dare(71)

And obediently, I dropped to my knees.

“Head down, ass in the air,” he barked.

And quivering, I did as told, pressing my cheek against the carpet, my big boobs mashed against the soft pile, a cold waft of air drifting over my rump.

The billionaire did nothing for a moment other than look. Although I could only see the tips of his shoes, I could feel that scorching gaze all over my body, running up and down the sinuous curve of my waist, over the generous span of my ass and into the slit between my legs. Wantonly, without even thinking, I parted my knees slightly, showing off my pink slit, the lips swollen and wet from our loving just seconds before.

I felt his breath warm and hot on my pussy, the moist exhale of his mouth as he traced his lips delicately over my inner flesh. But just when I thought he was going to push the dildo in, he backed off for moment and barked, “Hold yourself open.”

My eyes flew open.

“Wha?” I asked dazedly. “Wha-what do you mean?”

“Grab a butt cheek in each hand and hold your ass open for me. I want no obstructions, nothing blocking my gaze.”

And slowly, my small hands crept back to my tush, seizing a soft orb in each hand and slowly spreading them. If I’d been exposed before, then I was ten times more now. Everything was visible from my wetly dripping cunt to my asshole, peeping and winking at the billionaire.

“Fuck, this amazing,” he rasped, his mouth dangerously close to my pussy again. “Fuck, I’m jealous of this dildo.”

Because then I felt the toy press up against my entrance. It was so big, so hard, so filling that I moaned as it breached me, slightly uncomfortable as a recent virgin.

“Ohhh,” I moaned, my face mashed into the carpet. “Ohhh,” I cried as I held my butt cheeks even wider, offering myself.

“That’s it,” Nick ground out, sliding the dildo in even further. “You can take it, it’s smaller than me,” he smirked. And slowly, he began a slide in and out of my female channel. I was plenty lubed up already, both from his sperm and my own cream, and Mr. Stiffie slid in and out with no problem, rubbing up against me at the most delicious angle, stroking my g-spot.

But Nick had plans.

“Oh!” I squealed when he brushed against my asshole, stroking the tight pleats, making the pucker tingle. “Oh!” I sighed again when his digit popped in up to the first knuckle. “Ohhhhh fuuuck,” I moaned as he felt around that dark passage, fucking me in both holes.

“I can feel the dildo through your ass wall,” he said roughly. “I can feel it moving in you, you’re so fucking tight.”

And the dirty words sent me over the edge. It was just too much for my untested body. I was getting diddled two ways by a gorgeous man and my stamina, my ability to hold out was undeveloped. I exploded like a rocket all over Mr. Stiffie, my ass and cunt clamping down, spasming over and over again as I screamed into the rug, my body shaking with electric shock. I screamed again and again, not caring who heard, my ass jerking on his finger, almost popping it out as I bucked up and down on the fake penis.

And after it was over, I was a mess, panting and heaving on the floor, my face pressed against the thousand dollar Persian rug, cream running heavily down my thighs as Nick pulled the dildo out with a long, slow slide.

“Fuck, it’s wet,” he said, studying the rubber. “There’s so much nectar on this, it’s a shame to waste.”

And with that he held it in front of my mouth to lick. Once again, I obediently opened and let my tongue trail up and down the plastic, tasting my own cream, the ambrosia that my pussy produced in such copious quantities around this man.

“Oh god,” I moaned, completely sated, a total fuck doll for this man. “Oh god.”

And Nick just chuckled evilly, gazing at my prone form, my curves white and luscious spread out before him, breasts heaving, ass and pussy just fucked.

“This is exactly how I like my women,” he remarked. “Freshly fucked with more to go.”

And with that I closed my eyes, knowing that my boss wasn’t done with me yet … not by a long shot.





CHAPTER TWELVE


Tammy




The next day, I popped out of bed at the appointed hour, eager to get to work. Of course it wasn’t because I was so devoted to my job as a typist. It was because I wanted to see Nick again, gaze at his massive form, feel it below me, above me, on me, in me.

I skipped out of my apartment and headed to the bus stop when a voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Miss? Miss? Miss Jones? Over here.”

I turned suspiciously. Up in the Bronx, stranger danger is everywhere and you’ve got to keep your wits about you. Acknowledging a random male wasn’t good form for a woman who wanted to stay safe.