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“You have to do both at once.It’s in the rules.Unless you want to beg for mercy?”he taunted.
“I never said I wasn’t going to take them both at once.”
The look of dawning comprehension on his face ratcheted my libido through the roof.Yes, this was filthy.Yes, it was extreme.But I’d caught my dragon by surprise.
I popped the head of the second dildo in and slowly lowered myself onto them.
At first, it wasn’t so bad.The tips of the toys were slender, so it wasn’t any different than a particularly big dildo.But the lower I went, the wider they got.The texture of the suction cups teased every inch of my pussy as they slid in, aided by gravity.My cunt stretched and stretched, until I took more in than I would have thought possible.When it became uncomfortable, I started to rise, my thighs trembling with effort, and the toys rolled against each other, moving independently.The vibrator was still going and coupled with the odd sensation of the slippery silicone in my cunt and the wide stretch, I came before I even got to the tips of them again.
Matt made his way down the stairs slowly, opera glasses abandoned.He reached the step in front of me and watched, lips parted, as I worked myself up and down the ridiculous cocks, crying out and struggling to keep my balance as the vibrator worked.This time, I went down a little farther, stretching myself a little more.I didn’t mind the sting at my opening.What I was doing was so dirty, so unbelievably obscene that I reveled in every sensation of it.
When Matt took his cock out, I moaned at the sight.He braced himself on the rail, as well, pounding his cock through his fist as he watched me.“We’re going to do this, you know,” he growled.“I’m going to find another man to fuck us, and he and I are going to fill that cunt up at the same time.”
“I’m—” I came too hard to finish the sentence.Spots danced in front of my eyes when I opened them and I truly worried that I might slip and impale myself.
“I can’t wait to feel it,” he groaned.“His cock on mine while we fuck you together.I can’t wait to feel our cum filling you up.”
I didn’t want to stop at three orgasms, but the second had almost made me pass out.When the third hit me, I screamed and fell to my knees, one of the tentacles popping free to slap against my ass.I kept fucking myself on the one that remained, thrusting back and forth, aided by the slick floor.Matt towered over me on the next step, his breath exploding from him in sharp exclamations.
I opened my mouth and gazed up into his eyes.
“Fuck.”He threw his head back and hot cum splashed over my face and hair.I licked it from my lips, smeared it into my skin, sucked it from my fingers and rammed myself so far back on the dildo that I was sure I probably caused serious damage to myself, but I didn’t care.When I came a fourth time, I collapsed forward and screamed, “Mercy!”
He shut off the vibrator immediately, leaning heavily on his cane.“Give me your hand.”
I shook my head and crawled forward, the tentacle slithering from my body on a wash of lube and my own juices.“You look like you’re going to pass out.Get yourself back up the stairs.I can make it.”
Probably not on my feet, which were covered in lube now.It reminded me a little of the orgy at Ascend Red, where I required aid in walking out.
Matt seemed torn between helping me and his knowledge that he probably couldn’t.I hated that for him.So, I locked eyes with him and said, “You can watch me crawl.”
With a lopsided smile, he wagged a finger at me.“That’s my naughty princess.”
“And that,” I said, crawling along behind him, “was a very nice game.But I’m still afraid of your fucking stairs.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
(Matthew)
Charlotte and I had been living together for about a month before her parents’ visit was imminent.
“I need help,” I begged Scott over the phone the night before their arrival.
“I’ve been saying that for years, and you never listen,” he quipped.
I ran a hand through my hair and glanced toward the bathroom door.Charlotte had just gotten into the shower, so I only had about forty-five minutes to an hour for this conversation, and frankly, six months of intensive study wouldn’t calm my nerves.“This isn’t funny.I’ve never been this nervous to meet someone’s parents before.”
“You’ve met my parents,” he pointed out.
I hadn’t forgotten.“I know.But not in this context.Do you know how easy it is to impress someone when they’re showing up to their kid’s dream wedding that you paid for?”
“It wasn’t exactly my dream wedding,” Scott said.“My dream wedding was Jamaica—”
“But we couldn’t get the bear there.That’s right,” I recalled.“And then you suggested Hilton Head—”
“Because it stopped her from booking a plantation,” he finished.
How “plantation wedding, with bear,” hadn’t been a big enough red flag to get him to dump her right then, I had no idea.I wasn’t going to ask, either.There was no sense in digging up a past that I wouldn’t understand, anyway.
