Page 8 of The Show
I held my breath in anticipation of what was about to come…and then Edward stepped up to me.
As the stranger spilled his cum across my cunny with a muted grunt, Edward’s fingers dug into my hair, pulling my head back. His cock smacked against my cheek, then my forehead, as he pumped himself. With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see him, but I could hear his rough panting, and I could feel Madam humming against my core as she eagerly lapped up the last man’s spend.
Edward gripped my hair tightly, pulling my head back at a almost painful angle. “Apologies, Madam,” he sneered, “but I’m going to gift my seed to this slut’s stomach.”
His cock pressed against my lips, and I opened for him, taking him into my mouth. He was rough, his hips thrusting forcefully, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each movement. I gagged, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I took it.
I took him, and I writhed in pleasure, because of Madam Eve’s continued ministrations.
“That's right,” Edward rasped. “Choke on my cock. You know you love it.”
Did I love it? Did I love his cruel words, this degrading act, merely because I was having my cunny licked by the most talented of women? I struggled to breathe, to focus on what Madam Eve was doing, even as Edward punished my mouth.
My body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking with sensation. Madam continued to lick and suck at my cunny, her fingers stroking inside me, her touch a stark contrast to Edward's roughness.
Edward's grip on my hair tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more forceful. He was close, I could feel it. His cock swelled in my mouth, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.
“Here it comes, whore. Drink it down.” And then he was coming, his hot release spilling down my throat. I swallowed, taking every last drop, my body convulsing with the effort as his seed hit my stomach. I panted in humiliation, tears streaming under my mask.
And then, just as Edward pulled out, Madam Eve's lips closed around my clit. She flicked the tiny bud with her tongue, her fingers curling inside me, hitting that sweet spot deep within.
That was all I’d needed.
I cried out, my body arching off the chaise, my hands scrambling against the fabric.
My orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me, pulling me under. I screamed, my body convulsing, my cunny squeezing Madam Eve's fingers. She hummed her approval, her touchgentle even as my body writhed and bucked under her ministrations.
It wasmagnificent.
The most incredibly charged moment of my life.
The degradation, the pleasure, the gentleness, the violence…it had all combined to bring me to this moment, the most amazing release of my life.
As the last of my orgasm faded, I collapsed back onto the chaise, my body limp, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Madam Eve lifted her head, her face glistening with the combined releases of the men, her eyes filled with a wicked satisfaction.
“You did it, love,” she cooed, her hands stroking up my thighs, my sides, down my arms as she leaned over me. It wasn’t a sexual caress, but a comforting one. “You took every man’s cocktwice, bringing them to release.”
Had I? A sense of pride filled me as I reached for her, my hands closing around her shoulders, pulling her up my body. For the first time, I realized she was still fully clothed, wearing the ball gown she’d been flaunting as she presented me earlier. Was it possible she was as aroused as I was by all this?
Or had it only been my response?
Holding her, I pulled her mouth closer to mine. “I could not have done it without you,” I admitted in a quiet murmur.
Her eyes sparkled with plans and anticipation. “Then I look forward to doing it again, my dear.”
When I pulled her mouth to mine, I tasted my own release and the faint taste of the men’s spend. She’d done that; licking their seed from me, driving me mad with wanting.
Wanting more. Wantingher.
And in that moment, as our tongue played lazily and the men around us chuckled and called to one another about the rest of their plans for the night, I knew a new truth:
I would not be leaving for New York, yet.
Tonight, I’d learned what it meant to truly put on a show, and I’d loved it. I’d loved Madam Eve.
Tomorrow, I’d do whatever she asked me to do, if it meant experiencing that pleasure again.
From the way her lips curled atop mine, she understood my new devotion, and she pulled back just enough to whisper, “Do you have a place to stay, love?”
I’d planned on booking passage to New York tonight, after I’d been paid. So I mutely shook my head, my hands running up her arms, wishing I could bring her a small portion of the pleasure she’d brought me.
As the men began to file from the room, already speaking of their next amusement, Madam Eve smiled gently, her hand cupping my cheeks. “Then you must stay here. In my bed. With me.”
She must’ve seen the joy and excitement on my face at the offer, because she chuckled as she leaned back over me. “Such a good girl,” she murmured, her lips finding mine.
And I wriggled under her, already ready for another show.
