14. Dial Three For A Good Time #2
She nods, but tears are running down her face, pure pleasure and pain braided together. O’Toole thrusts deeper, then pulls out, then pushes in again, each time a little faster, a little rougher. Stella’s legs shake, her feet drum against the cushions, and her tits bounce wildly with every move.
“Such a good girl,” O’Toole rasps. “Such a greedy, cock-hungry cunt. Look at you, taking all of Daddy’s dick. Is this what you wanted when you came to my office? Is this what you had in mind the entire time?”
“Yes!” she cries. “Yes, fuck, yes, don’t stop!”
He doesn’t. He fucks her hard, one hand on her throat, the other pinning her hip in place. I watch, fascinated, as her whole body goes rigid, her toes curling, her pussy stretched around his fat shaft.
“Touch yourself,” I order. She does, instantly, fingers finding her clit and rubbing frantically as O’Toole pounds her.
Her first orgasm hits with a scream. She jerks, almost flinging herself off the couch, and O’Toole clamps down on her, holding her in place while she rides the waves of it, sobbing and gasping.
“Unnnnh!” she cries, arching her back as her pussy convulses on the massive shaft buried inside. “Oh oh oh!”
“Fuck,” O’Toole bites out, his face a mask of arousal. “Goddamn, your cunt feels so good.”
I wait for the convulsions to slow, then move in beside them. I grip her jaw, pull her head forward, and kiss her deep, tasting the salt and heat of her. “Good girl,” I whisper against her mouth. “You took his cock like a champ, baby. Who knew you’d love having two fat dicks in this horny hole?”
O’Toole slows, but doesn’t stop. He looks at me, sweaty and wild. “She’s perfect,” he says. “Fucking perfect, and a total slut.”
I nod. “Yeah, that’s what I love best about her.”
He pulls out, and for a second, I have no idea what he’s doing. Did that fucker come, and I didn’t realize it? Stella just lies there, legs open in invitation, pussy dripping and twitching. But then she props herself up, looks at me with glassy eyes, and says: “Do you want me now?”
The words are almost shy, but I see the hunger in her.
“Fuck yeah,” I say. “But get on top of him first.”
She obeys, like a good girl should. The curvy girl scrambles up, straddles O’Toole where he sits on the couch. His cock glistens with her juices, but he’s ready to go.
“Come get it, baby,” he rasps in a throaty tone. “Sit on my fat cock.”
With a moan, she lowers herself onto that thick man meat, slow, her face a mask of concentration as she takes him to the root, her labia stretching almost painfully around his base.
Her creamy tits are right in his face, and he doesn’t waste time; he sucks and bites at her nipples, leaving red marks, his hands locked on her hips.
“Mmm,” she whines blissfully, throwing her head back. “That feels so good, big boy.”
She starts to ride him, hard, her hair flying, her voice going high and wild as she bounces up and down. I watch, hand on my cock, stroking slowly as her ass slaps against his thighs, her pussy absorbing every inch of his punishing shaft.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “You look so hot like that.”
O’Toole grins at me over her shoulder. “She’s a slut, for sure.”
I grin because that’s my cue. I kneel on the sofa behind Stella, run my hands up her back, then down to her ass, squeezing her bounteous cheeks. She moans, the sound desperate.
“You want it, baby?” I ask, pressing a thumb against her butthole, teasing the rim.
She shudders. “Yes, please, Daddy, I want it so bad.”
I spit on my fingers, work them into her ass, first one, then two, twisting and opening her up as O’Toole fucks her from below.
“Such a filthy slut,” he says, smacking her thigh. “You love getting it in both holes, don’t you?”
“Yes!” she screams. “I want to be filled, please, both of you, please!”
I don’t make her wait. I line up my cock with her asshole, press forward, and the resistance is sweet, tight as a fist. I push slow as she squeals, nothing moving for a moment.
But then her sphincter opens with an audible pop, and I slide in, breaching the knot of her anus.
She sobs, tears streaming, but pushes back, trying to get more of my fat shaft in her butt.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” she howls, her whole body spasming. “Ohhhh!”
The sensation is electric: I can feel O’Toole’s shaft through the thin wall between her holes, our cocks grinding against each other inside her. She’s so full I can barely move, but the friction is perfect, hot and slick.
“Shit,” I grunt. “Oh fuck.”
I grab her hips, start to thrust, slow at first, then faster. O’Toole matches my rhythm from below, and together we use her, fuck her, turn her into a vessel for our lust.
“You’re such a whore,” I hiss in her ear. “A slutty, cock-drunk fuckdoll. You love being used, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she screams, each word a plea and a benediction. “I want to be your fuckdoll, please, Daddies, fill me up!”
I reach around, find her clit, and rub it hard. She comes again, screaming, her cunt and ass clenching so tight I almost blow right then. O’Toole groans, his face buried between her tits, his hips bucking wildly.
“Shit!” he moans headily. “Oh shit shit shit!”
I last two more thrusts. Then I explode, shooting hot, thick cum deep into her ass, so much that it overflows. O’Toole follows, his cock swelling inside her, and I feel his dick jerk inside her as he erupts, semen pulsing into her honey hole.
“Fuck!” he roars. “Goddamn!”
For a long minute, the three of us pulse and cry, locked together in a mess of sweat, spit, and cum.
There’s semen everywhere, all over her thighs, inside Stella, all over my stomach, and dripping down onto the couch.
Her pussy’s wet and sloppy, quivering on Lachlan’s cock as my balls empty themselves into her ass.