Page 53 of Tarek

He brings his lips near to mine. “You are doing such a good job, treasure. Look at the knife as it disappears in your pussy.”

He drives the handle deeper, slower, fucking me with it as I roll my hips into every thrust, wet and obscene. God the sound of it, the wet, sloppy glide of metal into my pussy, fills the air between us.

I should be ashamed. Instead, I lift my arms, and grab the back of his neck, pulling him closer as my body trembles around the thrust of his hands.

“Watch” Tarek whispers “Look at the handle, Treasure. Watch it disappear inside your pretty pussy.”

My eyes drop, catching the glimpse of the handle sliding in and out of me, glistening with my juices. I moan helpless against it.

Someone screams in the background as my attention is drawn back to the stage. The woman screams in pleasure as she is riding one cock while the other man slams into her from behind. His hands are locked on her hips, her head is thrown back, their bodies covered in sweat.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I look at him, seeing the strains in his face, the small bead of sweat that has gathered around his forehead.

“You like how the knife is making your pussy feel?” His hips grind into me, his cock hard and unyielding against my ass.

“Yes, Tarek.” I pant.

“I can’t fucking hear you Treasure.”

“Yes, fuck, yes,” I cry out loud and raw.

“Atta girl,” His hand tightens on my breast, tugging at my nipple hard as he picks up the pace, fucking me faster with the handle.

“You gonna come all over this handle. Now be a good girl and come for me.”

The thrust faster, rougher, the handle is driving into me. My walls are clenching, my thighs are shaking.

I grip his leg, my breath is short, sweat slick at the back of my neck.

“Tarek. I. Fuck.”

“You’re doing amazing. Come for me. Let every fucking person in this room know who made you come.”

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TAREK

I should carry her upstairs and finish this. But the moment I move her she is about to come back to her senses. This is about to happen right here. Right now. Where everyone can see.

The gushy sound that is coming out of her tell me that she is ready. Behind the curtain, I catch a glimpse of a man and woman. Both watching us. Shit we were drawing a crowd.

Penelope eyes are closed, with her head resting on the crook of my neck. I want them to see, I want them to know that she is with me. She’s mine.

“Look at how your body is accepting that handle,” I murmur against her neck.

“Please, I need more, move faster.”

“Move faster?” I bite the curve of her ear, “You don’t tell me what to do with this body. This body belongs to me. I own you.”

She gyrates her waist as the handle is disappearing more and more into her pussy.

“Look at how your body is responding to me. How wet my hands have become with your juice sliding down the knife.”

“I’m almost there Tarek, let me come.” She grinds her ass harder on to my dick. Dear god her ass feels soft, like it will ripple when I thrust.

“Say please,” I tease.

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