Chapter 7 - Willow
My mind whirls with blissful contentment as I grind down on him and suck on his thumb.
The overwhelming relief of finally having Mike’s thick shaft inside of me, stretching me with every thrust, is exactly what I needed after the past weeks without him.
The moment I saw him earlier, all my worries evaporated, and the only thing I could think about was fucking him.
I writhe against him and the pleasure builds.
It feels like I became his possession when he took the ribbon off my wrist, and I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
I want him to own me and claim me. I’ll be his personal fucktoy that he takes care of, and in return, I’ll give him my body to use whenever he wants.
Oh god, is this fucked up?
As bliss starts to ripple along every nerve ending, I can’t seem to muster up enough concern about it.
I’m just too fucking horny to stress about anything right now.
Instead, I ride him harder, determined to make him want to keep me, and train me—but most of all, I want to ditch these condoms so I can feel him come inside me.
Just the thought of his cum running out of me tips me over the edge. I moan loudly and whimper around his thumb as the orgasm rips through me. I slam down on him harder as the waves peak again.
With a primal grunt, his cock pulses and he explodes.
I refuse to let go, riding him harder and faster until he shakes with the force of his release.
I’m lost in the ecstasy, and I shudder with pleasure as I collapse onto him, both of us spent and breathless from the intense climax.
When I finally release his thumb, I roll to one side of him and snuggle against his side, putting my head on his chest.
I’m not satisfied. I still ache for more. Is he going to be able to fuck me again tonight?
I giggle, and he rubs my head. “Happy?”
“Maybe,” I joke. “But I was thinking you might be too old to keep up with me. I’m ready for more!”
“Insatiable slut,” he grumbles, but there’s no venom in his voice, and I can tell he’s content.
Resting my chin on his chest, I peek up at him. “Is twenty minutes enough recovery time?”
He traces my bottom lip with his thumb and smiles down at me. “Or maybe I should share your mouth with a bunch of guys. That might put me in the mood quicker.”
A zing of pleasure heads straight to my clit, and my eyes widen as I imagine sucking on someone else while he watches.
Oh god, I want to do it. We’ve been joking about it since Thanksgiving, but I’m suddenly desperate to suck on all the cocks I can.
I want to feel like the ultimate freeuse slut, like I did at the Halloween party.
I keep my tone light so he doesn’t guess my real thoughts. “Whatever you want, Sir. I’m yours to share.”
“Yes.” His eyes glitter. “Mine.”
My heart skips a beat as he pushes me onto my back. I love it when he gets possessive. He pins my wrists above my head with one hand as he explores my body with his other. When he pulls my tits out of my top and slaps my breast, I arch my back and cry out.
“Now, slut. I should make you beg to suck another guy’s cock.”
Oh god, he knows how much I want it.
He moves his hand between my legs and brushes his fingers against my clit. “Tell me, or I’ll stop. Do you want me to share your mouth?”
I mewl, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I want all the cocks I can get.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs. He lets go of my wrist and removes his hand from my pussy.
Hey, what the hell? He wasn’t supposed to stop!
My brain is mush as he climbs off the bed and opens the bedroom door. It’s noisy in the hallway, and as someone walks past, he pulls a young guy in by the shirt collar. Oh fuck, he really is going to share me?
“Look at the slut on the bed,” he commands the guy. “Do you want to fuck her mouth? She’s begging for more cock.”
My nipples harden and a bolt of lust makes me gasp.
“Yes,” the guy croaks out, and I can tell he doesn’t believe this is happening to him.
“Slut, get on your hands and knees. You’ve got a cock to suck.”
Jesus, this is filthy. I scamper onto my hands and knees facing the end of the bed as the young guy approaches me. Mike left the door open, and thinking someone might stop to watch us makes this even dirtier.
He gives me a half smile. “You want this? You don’t have a ribbon.”
Oh, that’s sweet. I appreciate the gesture and I nod eagerly to let him know I do. “Yes, please.”
I don’t know who I’ve become, but I love the freedom of doing whatever I want.
Mike moves to the side of the bed and smacks my ass cheek, and then rests a firm hand on my neck while massaging my butt with his other. “Good girl. Now suck his dick.”
Joy floods through me at his praise, and I can feel my thighs dampen with my arousal as the guy pulls his cock out.
I open my mouth like a hungry slut as he feeds it to me.
It’s a total power rush to ask to suck someone else’s cock and have Mike make it happen.
With Mike, there’s no fear, and I feel like this is the closest to my true self I’ve ever been.
When I cup the guy’s balls with one hand, Mike growls his approval behind me and lightly slaps my ass. I wiggle my butt and giggle around the guy’s cock while he thrusts in and out of my mouth, enjoying this just as much as Mike is.
When the guy grabs my hair, Mike encourages him, “Pull her hair and fuck her mouth. Don’t treat her like a lady. She wants to be treated like a cheap little whore.”
Mike squeezes my ass while the guy uses my mouth, fucking me fast.
“Whoa,” another guy’s voice calls from the door. “Can I have a turn?”
The man fucking my mouth gasps and comes. As he’s filling me, I swallow everything I can, but some runs down my chin.
When he pulls out, Mike spanks me. “Do you want more cock?”
I feel wonderfully slutty, and I know what I want. “Yes, more.”
The second guy walks up to me and unzips his jeans.
His cock is thicker than the last man’s, and I have to open wide for him to fit.
My mind goes numb as he slowly pumps in and out of my mouth while Mike spanks me.
The slaps aren’t hard, but it’s enough to make me extra fuzzy. I could do this all night long.
When the guy speeds up his thrusts, I see a third man standing to the side watching us. Holy fuck, yes. My insides melt with a wave of delight. I’m going to suck on him next.
He strokes his cock through his pants, as if he’s getting ready, and I moan around the cock in my mouth as the guy stiffens and roars. More cum runs down my chin and I try to wipe it off with my hand as he pulls out.
Mike starts finger fucking me as the next guy positions himself in front of me. Pleasure wracks my body and I whine, pressing back against Mike’s hand, desperate to come.
The next cock touches my lips and I glide my tongue around it. As the guy sinks into my mouth, the bed dips behind me and Mike thrusts his cock into my pussy. Two cocks? At once?
At some level, I’m aware of my depraved actions, but this is exactly what I’ve been dreaming about for weeks: being shared, used as nothing more than a cock sleeve, and it gives me the ultimate rush.
When Mike spanks me as he fucks me, I moan around the cock in my mouth.
My pussy clenches around Mike’s shaft. Holy fuck.
The sting of pain heightens the pleasure, and as the rapture builds in layers, I can tell it’s going to be a massive orgasm when I finally come.
Mike hammers into me relentlessly, grasping my hips as he fucks me hard like this was what I was built for—to service his pleasure.
Each whack against my pussy shoves the guy’s cock further into my mouth.
As Mike repeatedly hits a pleasurable spot deep inside me, I lose control and a powerful surge of euphoria overtakes me. I scream out in ecstasy, and I can tell from the cum filling my mouth that the guy I’m sucking on is coming, too.
I do my best to swallow it as waves of white-hot bliss turn me into a mindless fucktoy.
The pleasure cascades through me, and it’s like my body is electrified.
I’ve never had an orgasm this intense, and I’m shaking and crying out as Mike groans and comes.
He pounds into me as he chases the last of his pleasure.
Eventually, the bliss recedes, and when Mike pulls out, I collapse onto the bed. Mike leads the last guy out of the room and closes the door before rushing over to me.
He gets on the bed and hauls me against him, brushing away the hair sticking to my cheek. I’ve never seen such concern on his face before as he asks, “Are you okay?”
He leans against the pillows, and I stare up at him, cum-drunk and happy.
“Mmm, yes,” I giggle, and he relaxes and smiles down at me while bubbles of happiness explode in my mind. “Did I come three times tonight?”
A satisfied chuckle rumbles from his throat before he kisses me on my forehead and whispers, “It was plenty. We’re done for tonight.”
I’m happy as I snuggle against him. Yeah, this was enough.
When my brain starts working again, I get brave and ask, “Did you fuck anyone on the cruise?”
“No,” he replies with no hesitation. “Some little minx kept me entertained with sexy photos. I didn’t want anyone else.”
My heart melts a little as a happy glow builds in my belly. I kiss his chest, inhaling the scent I’ve come to recognize as him, and I feel the last bit of concern drain from me.
He didn’t want anyone else!
I thought the last two holidays were wonderful, but Christmas is shaping up to be even better.