Page 19 of Last Summer
I do as he commands, standing with a wide stance. He pushes lightly on my back, bending me at the waist over the small table set up in my yurt for eating. I can’t see the screen but I can hear the chat going wild as Chris caresses my dampening folds with his fingers. A needy mewl escapes from my lips.
“Such a needy slut, aren’t you?” he asks as I move my hips, seeking more.
One of his large fingers slides inside me. He begins to stroke my inner walls. It feels so good. And knowing strangers are watching is even more intoxicating.
“You need more, you desperate whore?” he taunts as he begins to fuck me with his fingers.
“Yes,” I moan before the sound of plastic snapping makes me tense.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Chris coos as he brings something cold and slick to my back hole. “This tight little ass will look so pretty stuffed full.”
He pushes a lubed plug in just a bit, my muscles clenching, before removing it. He fucks my back hole lightly with the plug, letting me adjust. His other hand moves back to my pussy, strumming my clit.
The fans are loving this. They want to watch me fuck your pussy with this pretty pink jewel shoved deep in your ass.”
I moan loudly as he shoves the slick plug deeper. He must have found the jeweled plug in my bag. I brought it to use on Danica if she’d let me. Jonathan always talked about how she let him fuck her ass once, and it made me so jealous. He’d never fucked mine. He’d never even tried. My ass may not have been good enough for him but the fans seem to like it. I can hear the cash flowing in as more and more people join our room.
“That’s it, take the whole thing,” Chris praises as he forces the cold, slick metal deeper inside me.
It feels like I might burst. My breath comes out in short pants. And just when I think I can’t take anymore, it slides all the way in. The fullness is still there, but the heated pressure is now replaced with burning pleasure. My groans of pain turn to moans of ecstasy as he plays with the plug and my clit in tandem.
“You’re so fucking soaked, it’s dripping from your cunt onto the floor,” Chris states as he continues to push me towards the edge. “You like having all your slutty little holes used, don’t you?”
I can’t answer. I’m too lost in the need growing in my core. My hips thrust against my table.And then it all stops. Chris’ hands leave my cunt; instead threading into my hair and pulling tightly. My neck arches back as pain stings across my scalp. Tears burn my eyes.
“They want me to fuck you.” The sinister intent swirling in his eyes should be enough to make me want to run, but instead I’m drawn to the chaos, the danger, like a moth to a flame. “So which hole will it be? You want me to destroy your ass or your pussy on camera?”
“M—my pu—pussy,” I choke out between strangled sobs as I struggle to breath with my neck at this strange angle.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart. But that plug is staying in for your pleasure and for mine.”
The cool night air pricks against the damp skin of my exposed flesh as his warmth moves away. I shift my weight between my two feet in anticipation. The sound of a zipper sliding down the teeth has me shivering in anticipation. And then he’s back. His warmth enveloping me from behind. His fingers find their way into my hair again as he pulls me up.
“They want a show. Then we will give them a fucking show,” he whispers in my ear before using his grip on my hair to spin me around.
Laying down on the top of the table, his legs hanging off the edge and his hard cock pointing straight up in the air, he beckons me on top of him. My pussy throbs in anticipation. I climb on top of him, my thighs straddling his waist.
“Be a good girl and bend over. Let your fans get a good view of your greedy pussy swallowing down my entire length,” he demands.
And I do exactly that.
Lining him up with my entrance, I bend forward and line up the head of his dick, then slide it inside. From this angle, the camera has a perfect view of all of me stuffed full. The filthy thought sends a thrill through me that causes my walls to flutter.
“So fucking tight,” Chris grits out as he shoves his cock in more.
I moan as he slowly moves deeper and deeper inside. The sensation of having his cock and the plug inside me at the same time is making me feel full in the best possible way. I’ve never had two guys before but if it feels this good to have both my holes stuffed, then maybe I should reach out to some more male content creators. Perhaps it’s time to leave Danica in the dust. I’m hotter anyway and the fans like me more, she’s just dead weight.
“Fuck, Chris, you feel so good,” I whine as he bottoms out inside me, his impressive length pushing up against my cervix.
“I’m going to fuck you now, pretty thing, and you’re going to take it all. I want you creaming all over my fucking cock.”
I don’t even have time to process his words before he begins thrusting. He ruts into me mercilessly from below. His arms band around me, holding me tightly against him as he uses me. Each time he drives harder and deeper, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. And then I can’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck!” I shout as electricity shoots through my body. “I’m coming!”
He continues to pump into me relentlessly as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. I look down at my hands bracketing his chest on the table. There’s blood under my nails. Sarah’s or Lucy’s or maybe even my own. I’m not sure whose blood it is, and honestly, I don’t care. The knowledge that it’s there is enough to send me over the edge again; another round of spasms pulses through my walls. It sends Chris over the edge with me.
“Yes baby, milk this fuck cock.” He roars as he throbs inside me—unloading his hot cum into my pussy until it overflows, dripping down my thighs and onto the table below us.
