Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
His kisses are nothing but sweet little touches and it makes me giggle.
“I hope you do better than that when we’re on the sand.”
It rouses him. He grips my ass and presses his face to my crotch, rubbing his nose against my pussy through the satin.
Hmmm. He’ll be ok. He’ll cut it.
“Let’s go!” I say, and take off barefoot, leaving the guys to chase me with my shoes in Ben’s hand.
Fuck, how I run, with the sand between my toes as I get closer to Heath’s villa.
“Come on!” I call, loving the pounding of the feet behind me as two men chase for the prize. A needy ‘East End’ slut with her holes on offer.
I could cry out in delight when I reach my destination, at the foot of Heath’s grand villa wall. The beach is virtually private here – the splash of the waves down the shore a much better soundtrack than the thump of the bass in the club earlier. The breeze will carry the filthy grunts well.
I let out a satisfied moan when Marcus reaches me. He knocks me off my feet and sends my clutch flying, then wastes no time – pinning me on my back and grinding against me. I hitch up my legs and encourage him with a yes, showing the pair of them I’m for real.
I tug my satin dress down so they have access to my tits, my nipples hard in the sea air. The moon is bright overhead, and I can see both of the men’s expressions changing – their lust coming to the fore.
This isn’t just going to be a bit of slutty banter. This is for real.
“I meant it when I said I want to get pounded like a dirty fucking bitch,” I tell them. “You better live up to it, or I’ll have to walk back to the club to get some more.”
“No fucking need to do that,” Marcus says, still grinding on top of me. He slavers at my bare tits, his mouth popping as he sucks on my nipples, and Ben drops to his knees, unzipping his suit trousers to free his cock. My hand is straight to it, still gloved in satin, working his length.
He’s alright. Decent enough. Nothing spectacular.
I’m glad that Heath demanded I take two.
Holly the whore is in her element now, consumed by the proposal. I beg Ben for his cock, opening my mouth like a hungry chick for him, and he leans down to give it to me. I slurp like a tramp, wet and gagging for it, hitching myself on the sand so Marcus can shimmy my dress up and pull my panties off.
“Lick my cunt,” I say to him, slobbering around Ben’s dick. “Get me ready for it.”
Marcus doesn’t know what he’s doing with his tongue. Lucy-Lou would be disappointed, but luckily Holly isn’t. Holly is a pro at getting what she needs.
I spread my legs on the sand and reach down to splay my pussy lips for him, angling myself towards his sweeping tongue. Yeah, he’s got my clit. He’s got it.
“Fingers,” I tell him. “Get me ready.”
He gives me one, tentatively. He’s more of a pussy than my pussy, so I groan for him.
“More… oh fuck, I need more. Please. Way more than that.”
The fucker shows me four before he plunges them deep.
I grunt and take it. Clearly I dented his pussy ego.
I like Marcus. I can feel a beast under the surface that hasn’t yet had the chance to be tapped into. Poor guy is twenty-five tops, and likely never come across a girl like me.
“That’s it,” I tell him, my words blurred around Ben’s cock. “Make me take it.”
It feels good to have brutal fingers in my cunt, with a slobbery tongue lapping at my slit – no matter who it belongs to. I slow down with Ben’s cock, as the last thing I want is a load of cum down my throat when we’ve barely even started.
“Your turn now,” I say to Ben, smiling around his dick. “I want you to taste me, like I’ve tasted you.”
He smiles down at me. “I’ll gladly have a taste of your pussy, Lucy Lou. I’ll eat you out all night long.”
Marcus pulls away and Ben moves to take his place, but I scoot up and shake my head.
“No, let me ride you. I want to ride your fucking mouth.”
Ben heeds my wish and lies on his back, not giving a shit for the sand on his suit. I straddle him, and lower my bare, sloppy cunt onto his open mouth, working my hips like I’m a rodeo rider, with my arms braced above his head.
I let the moans come naturally. I let my filthy words flow free as I tell them for real how much I like to be stretched, and used, and soiled like a whore. My big tits bob as I use Ben’s mouth to get me high, and I tell Marcus I have rubbers in my discarded clutch so he can get his cock ready for me.