Page 24 of Warped

Binx chews her lip and nods.

“Good, ’cause you’re gonna get it. But the next load isn’t going in your mouth. It’s going inside your tight little pussy.”

He shoves her down on the bed and forces her legs apart.

Then he mounts her.

He takes his time with it. Not as much time as he took with the dildo, but enough to give her a chance to adjust to his girth. He advances only a few inches at first, then he retreats before advancing a little deeper than before. The woman makes all kinds of sounds as he fills her. There are sounds of pleasure and sounds of pain, and the deeper Rek goes, the harder it becomes to distinguish between the two. One thing, however, is abundantly clear. She doesn’t want him to stop. She needs all of him, every hard inch, and at last he gives it to her, sliding himself inside as far as he can go.

“Oh God,” she moans. “Rek, you’re so fuckingdeep.”

He holds himself inside her and caresses her cheek.

“Does it feel good?”

“Mm-hm.”

“You feel good too, sweetheart. I love the way your tight little pussy grips me. Now, are you ready to take this dick like a good girl?”

“I’m ready,” she says. “I’m ready for you to fuck me with your big, hard cock.”

The way she says it makes my own dick tingle with excitement, and I have to slow down my stroking just to keep from blowing my load all over the place. I’m still not ready to bust yet. Not til I’ve seen Binx come one more time.

Rek is savoring the moment too, probably even more than I am. He rolls his hips back, drawing his dick out of her until only his tip is still inside. Then he sinks into her again, eliciting asoft, sweet moan from her quivering lips. He repeats the motion again and again, picking up the pace with every stroke until he is pumping her at a nice, steady clip. Her wet pussy squelches with each penetration, and her perfect breasts jiggle with the rhythm of Rek’s thrusting.

Her nipples are rock hard, just begging to be sucked, and Rek pauses briefly to oblige them. Then he resumes his thrusting even harder and faster than before. I adjust my stroking to match the new speed.

“I’m going to come!” Binx whines, her tone almost accusing. “You’re going to make me come!”

Rek smirks. “That’s the idea, sweetheart.”

Without breaking his rhythm, he leans back and presses his thumb between her legs so he can rub her clit while he fucks her. It doesn’t take him long to finish her off.

Binx screams as the orgasm rocks her. Her body quakes with the force of her climax, muscles tensing and relaxing in spasms of pleasure. The sight and sound are more than I can bear, and I unload my cum all over my own chest and stomach.

Based on the way Rek is grunting, I know he’s doing the same thing inside Binx’s pussy.

He’s coming inside her.

It takes him almost a full minute to finish. At last, he falls on top of her, sweating and spent. She buries her face against his neck and purrs.

“God, there’s so much,” she says, her voice half drunk with lust. “And it’s so warm.”

Rek just chuckles softly.

“More than usual,” he says. “And I think the same can be said for Traven.”

Binx gasps at the mention of my name, as if she had completely forgotten she’d been performing for an audience this whole time. Slowly, she turns her head and she looks at me. When she sees all the cum dripping down my body, she gasps a second time.

“Well?” I say. “What are you waiting for, woman? You’re the one who made this mess. Now get over here and clean it up.”

CHAPTER 11

At approximately the same moment Binx is having the biggest orgasm of her life, and Rek is filling her with a sizable orgasm of his own, a group of men are walking through the door of the dirty, noisy club where Binx and Rek first met just a few short hours before.

Two of the men are dressed in black suits with black ties. The first one, Mikkelson, is a big man, but his partner, Lundgren, is bigger still, his pale skin tinged with blue. They both wear dark sunglasses, which they keep on even after they enter the dim confines of the club. The shades are not to protect their eyes, but to hide them. The faint red glow of the augmetic implants tends to startle ordinary civilians. Sometimes that is useful, sometimes not. Hence the shades.

The third man is smaller, of average build. His bespoke suit is gray, and his silk tie costs more than all the other men’s clothes put together. In fact, it costs nearly as much as their eye implants. His own eyes—ordinary human eyes which are the same gray color as his suit—survey his surroundings with disgust.

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