Page 54 of Slippery When Wet

Oh, god, yes!

I swallow a scream.

She adds a third finger, and my knees almost buckle. With her free hand she pulls me in by the back of my neck and flicks her tongue over my lips, then into my mouth, savoring the lingering taste of cinnamon.

I climax instantly.

She kisses me deeply one last time, the intensity and passion behind it leaving me almost breathless, before pulling back and sharing one last-minute detail. “You’re a whore, so don’t expect any passion tonight. There will be no kissing. There will be no lovemaking. Whores don’t kiss. Whores aren’t made love to…” The more she talks, the more overcome I am with desire. This prolonged waiting is sweet agony. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Making me wait. Keeping me standing on the opposite side of a door that holds my fantasy.

“…Whores are fucked. They are disrespected.” She glances at her timepiece. “Your fantasy starts…now.” Her face hardens, her tone becomes harsh. She hikes her pencil skirt up over her hips, revealing her bare cunt. “On your knees and eat my pussy, bitch!”

I sink to my knees, not bothered by the splintering wood planks that cut into my skin, and bury my head between her legs. She braces herself up against the doorframe and wraps a leg up and around my shoulder. Her pussy opens to my touch. I alternate between flicking her clit with my tongue and thumb while moving my fingers deep inside her.

She moans as her juices ooze out of her. I squeeze her ass, my fingernails sinking into her skin as I nibble her clit. Her body jerks. She pumps her pussy into my mouth in a delicious rhythm. She grabs my head as I smear my face all in her dripping cunt, my nose furrowing into her slit to smell her, my tongue lapping around her thick, dewy lips to savor her.

“Finger-fuck me, bitch,” Tamara hisses. “Put a finger in my hot cunt and fuck me good.”

My burning pussy tightens as I slip my index finger, then middle finger, into her juicy center—the heat from her cunt sending electric waves through my fingertips as I pump my hand in and out.

I lick up and down over her clit.

When my lips circle her clit and start suckling, she groans. “Oooh, yes, eat that pussy.”

I smother her sweet wet pearl with soft kisses, and feel an upsurge of heat crashing through her as she grabs my head and fucks into my mouth. “Ooooh, yes, you freak-nasty bitch. Get all in that pussy, slut.”

This experience, eating cunt…her cunt, outside in the night air, is exhilarating.

I circle my tongue over her clit, then dip into her wet slit as she gives into the decadent pleasure of an orgasm. I get lost in her moaning and the rushing liquid that bubbles and boils out of my own cunt as she coats my tongue. I swallow in her juicy pussy, savoring every drop of her. Her sweet, tasty nectar is everything I imagined it would be.

Delicious.

“Get up,” she commands, yanking me by the arm. I jump to my feet and in one swift motion she is spinning me around, pressing her pelvis into my ass, entering my pussy from the back with two fingers. She growls in my ear. “I’m going to play in my wet cunt and watch you get fucked raw, you slutty bitch. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I murmur, my voice cracking. “Oh, god, yes…” Her fingers continue plunging in and out, her fingernails scraping my inner walls and sending delightful waves of heat through my pussy.

And then…she withdraws her fingers, leaving my pussy vacant and needy.

“Now you’re ready.”

She knocks on the door three times. A few seconds later, it swings open and she nudges me forward. The place is cold and damp and dark. Lit torches and white candles of varying sizes are positioned about the area. Portable fog machines situated throughout the large space fill the room with a thick white cloud of fog, making it difficult to see. There are no introductions. Tamara air kisses the two women standing on either side of the door, then hands the one wearing a red mask the silk scarf. She whispers something into her ear, then walks off. I eye the sway of her hips as she walks in the opposite direction, the floorboards creaking beneath her clicking heels as she disappears into the fog. Not once does she look back.

I bring my attention to the two naked, masked women standing in front of me, waiting. “Welcome,” the one wearing the red mask says. I quickly take her all in. Blue rhinestones adorn the edges of her mask. There’s a rainbow scarf tied around her slender neck. She has honey-blonde hair, and skin the color of maple syrup. Her shimmering skin is flawless. My gaze drinks in the deep chocolate areolas that encircle plump mouthwatering nipples.

I swallow back my nerves, then say, “Hello.” My eyes trail downward. She’s wearing a corset harness with a purple Double Delight strap-on. I’d know that dildo from anywhere. I have one of my own. My inner walls tighten knowing she has six-inches of thick pleasure already inserted into her pussy while another six inches curve upward in front of her, waiting to please. Me.

Neither smiles. Red Mask’s lips curl into a sneer. “We’re here to fuck you raw, you worthless bitch.”

I gasp, slightly taken aback by the callousness in her voice. Although I know this is what I have asked for, I am still stunned.

Be careful what you ask for…

Erotic need.

Wild, dirty sex.

Snaking hands through my hair, head yanked back, thighs forced open, pussy lips pulled apart, teeth sinking into my velvety skin. Multiple cocks filling my holes. No-strings anonymous fucking. I know this is my fantasy. A mixture of conscious and subconscious desires colliding into reality. One I’ve yearned, waited for, for what seems like forever. And now…here I am.

“That is what you want, isn’t it, whore? To be fucked inside out? To be treated like a slut?” the one wearing an orange mask with beautiful green feathers asks. She is tall, slender, and dangerously feminine. Behind her half-mask her green eyes shimmer like precious emeralds. Around her waist and hips is an elastic harness. There’s a red eight-and-a-half-inch dildo attached.

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