he Alpha Men's Secret Club 2(18)

Rust took more slices and pushed them into the molten hole of her pussy – pushed them deep in. The cold fish was clammy and yet erotic. The walls of her vagina were pushed back, and further pushed back until she was stretched. She gasped as he continued to fill her.

He kept stuffing in more slices until the tray was empty save the mint and ginger. Her vagina was now engorged with sashimi, which kept pressing down on the ultra-sensitive spot below her cervix so that continuous streams of pleasure kept coursing through her entire groin.

Rust said to Carlo, “We’re going to need more fish. Go get us another plate, will you . . . waiter?”

Carlo glowered and left.

As soon as the curtain fell, Rust bent his glorious head down onto her pussy and gently nicked the slivers of fish between her labia with his teeth. The fish eased out of her hot, enclosed flesh, and the sudden vacuum it left sent her nerve fibers firing on all cylinders.

“Ohhhh,” she groaned.

Her clit was a livewire, begging to be caressed, to be touched.

He did not leave her wanting. He closed his teeth very gently around her heated, bulging hood and bit down upon it.

She combusted then and there.

Her orgasm seized her and sent violent tremors throughout her body. He did not relent but pressed down on her clit with his tongue, stubbing it and moving the tender morsel of flesh from side to side. Her orgasm was long and drawn-out. Her mind was filled with explosions and little starbursts of pleasure, each more prolonged than the previous one.

When the starbursts started to abate, he sealed his lips over the overflowing tunnel of her pussy. He withdrew the first sodden sliver of fish with his teeth and ate it. She writhed with pleasure. He dipped his tongue into her hole to tease out the second, and he ate that as well.

The others were buried deep into her pussy, and he applied suction pressure to funnel them out. The tendrils of need continued to ebb deep within her. He poked his finger into the deepest recesses of her pussy to inch the final sliver out.

When Carlo finally came back, her vaginal canal was empty but still throbbing with the unparalleled sensations.

“I’ve brought you more sashimi, sir,” Carlo said.

His eyes were on her and his erection had abated some from his sojourn into the kitchen. Kate wondered if some sous chef in there had eased his load a bit.

“Thank you, waiter,” Rust said, straightening himself. “It’s now the lady’s turn to feed. Are you hungry, my darling?”

The endearment warmed Kate’s ears and heart. Rust helped her sit up. Her whole body was still aching from the orgasm she just had.

Rust stroked his cock.

“This needs relief,” he said, “though not in the way you’d think.”

He sat down and held out a hand to Kate.

“Come sit on my lap,” he said.

She knew what he wanted and went to him gladly. She was no longer perturbed by Carlo’s watchful gaze. Rust turned her body around so that her back was facing him.

But which hole did he prefer?

He grabbed her hips.

“Slide me in,” he said in a husky voice.

He was asking her to make a choice. She let the head of his cock nestle against her pussy opening. She paused for Rust’s acknowledgement and blessing. He did not twitch, and so she assumed he approved.

Carlo was watching her every move with wariness. There was judgment in his eyes.

You are his slut. You let him be his slut. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?

And yet, she could read the obvious desire on his face.

I want you.

Simultaneous judgment and desire.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave.

She bore her body down onto Rust’s dick while locking eyes with Carlo. It was psychologically sick, sick, sick – what Rust and she were doing to Carlo. But some part of her reveled in what they were doing. Some part of her expanded with the largesse of being desired – she who had so seldom been desired. Her mind rang with elation.

You want me but you can’t have me, she mentally said in triumph to Carlo.

She was so very wet that Rust slid in with ease.

“Don’t move,” he instructed her. Then to Carlo: “Bring the tray here.”

She sat there on Rust’s splayed thighs, joined to him in the way a woman can be joined to a man as Carlo brought the tray of fresh sashimi to Rust. Carlo was so close that his thigh could almost brush hers. He was certainly close enough to glimpse her pussy with Rust’s cock buried deep inside – so deep that she could feel his tip nestling against the mouth of her cervix. Close enough to see her juices trickle onto Rust’s balls.

Close enough for it to sting.

Rust took the pair of chopsticks beside the food on the tray, and scissored an orange slice of white-veined salmon belly with it. He was just as adept as Carlo with chopsticks. She turned her head halfway, her long hair brushing against his clavicles. He carefully brought it to her lips and she ate it, tasting the cool, smooth textured silkiness of it on her tongue.