Chapter Seventeen #2
“You’ll get your turn, Sawyer,” Ava replied, the words rumbling under Bailey’s busy mouth. She switched breasts, treating the second to the same fervent attention, humming happily as she suckled. “In the meantime, just enjoy the show.”
“Oh, we are.” That was T again. “You gonna fuck her?”
“In a minute,” Ava sighed.
Bailey kept sucking and nibbling, blissed out on boobies, then reluctantly lifted her head at the tug on her hair. More kisses, deeper and stronger. No longer exploratory, there was a purpose now, an end goal, and though Bailey didn’t think she was anywhere near another orgasm, her pussy clenched.
Ava broke the kiss, her bright eyes glazed with lust, lips swollen. “Lie down, little tart.”
Bailey obeyed, trailing her fingers over Ava’s skin as she did, loath to lose contact. Ava followed her down, kneeling between her spread thighs, the purple dildo bobbing obscenely between them. Ava glanced at Nash. “You got any lube, handsome?”
T, standing on the other side of the bed, snorted. “Like you need any. That slut is fucking soaked.”
Bailey blushed, knowing it was true. Knowing they could all see just how turned on she was, being used like this.
“I know that, T,” Ava said drily and winked at Bailey. “I just had my face in that sloppy cunt, didn’t I? But I want lube.”
Nash stepped forward, a bottle of his hand. “I’ve got this.”
Ava eyed it critically, then nodded. “That’ll do.”
She took the bottle and flipped open the top, the click loud to Bailey’s embarrassed ears. Ava poured some into her hand, then passed it back to Nash. “Keep it handy,” she told him, then stroked the viscous liquid over her fake dick.
When it was shiny and slick in the flickering candlelight, she leaned forward and snagged a pillow from the head of the bed. “Lift up,” she told Bailey, and when Bailey obeyed, shoved the pillow under her hips.
She lay there, her ass propped up on a pillow, legs spread wide and pussy open so this beautiful woman could fuck her with a fake purple penis while her ex-boyfriend and two strange men looked on.
It was the single hottest moment of her life.
“You love this, don’t you, love?” Ava murmured, stroking her fake dick, the slick, wet sound underscoring the words. “You fucking love being on display like this, knowing you’re gonna get fucked, get used. By me, by all of us.”
Bailey swallowed, unsure if she was supposed to answer. Unsure if she could.
Ava stopped stroking to slap the tender inside of Bailey’s thigh. “I asked you a question, little tart.”
Thigh burning, heart pounding, Bailley nodded frantically. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I love it.”
She slapped the other thigh, the sharp sound like a shot in the quiet room. “What do you love?”
Bailey wanted to writhe against the pain. “Being used.”
Slap. “By all of us.”
“By all of you.”
“You’d do it if there were fifty people here,” Ava said, peppering Bailey’s thighs with slaps now. Taps, really, they didn’t hurt, but there were so many, one after the other, sensation piling on top of sensation, she couldn’t keep up. “A hundred. Because you’re what?”
“A slut.” Dizzy, aching, Bailey clenched her fists in the sheet under her. “A filthy, dirty, depraved slut.”
“There you go,” Ava crooned, her hands stroking now instead of slapping, soothing instead of striking. She slid them up Bailey’s torso, over her breasts, to up her face. “There you go, that’s a good girl. That’s a good slut.”
She laid her lips on Bailey’s, soft and sweet. “I’m going to fuck you now, slut. Because it’s what you need.”
Bailey nodded. “Yes, yes. Thank you.”
Ava’s lips curled in a smile. “You’re welcome, love,” she said, and this time, when she kissed Bailey, she angled her hips and slid the dildo deep.
Bailey moaned, pleasure rolling through her at the penetration, and braced herself for a hard fuck. But Ava set a languid, unhurried pace, wielding the dildo with an erotic skill that made Bailey’s head spin, and turned a simple bang into the most sensual fuck of her life.
Their breath grew heavy, their bodies slick with sweat. Bellies rubbed together, breasts slipped and slid against one another. With a hum of delight, Ava ordered Bailey to hold her tits together, then feasted on them, all the while her hips never faltering in their steady, almost lazy thrusts.
They rolled, Ava forcing Bailey to ride that fake cock, and even from below, her dominance was clear.
“Do you want to come again?” she asked, gripping Bailey’s bouncing tits, pinching and rolling the nipples, using them as reins to urge her on. “Do you?”
Bailey nodded, her capacity for words long since gone.
“Sluts have to ask,” Ava chided, and gave the nipples in her grip a vicious twist to drive the point home.
Bailey gasped, her eyes flying wide, and somehow they landed on Nash. She’d been aware of him, dimly aware the whole time in the same way she was aware of the bed under her or the light in the room. But now she saw him, watching from his position at the head of the bed.
She didn’t know what he was thinking, couldn’t read his face. But he was there, he hadn’t left, and along with pain and need and want another word slipped into her mind—safe.
She could need and want and ask for more, because Nash was here, and she was safe.
Keeping her eyes on his, she licked her lips and said the words. “I want to come again.”
“Good slut,” Ava praised. “What do you need?”
Bailey shook her head. She was so overstimulated, fucked raw, she didn’t know what it would take to push her over. “I don’t know.”
“No worries, love. I do.”
Bailey tore her gaze from Nash’s to see Ava look past her and give a slight nod, but when she tried to turn to look, Ava yanked on her nipples, giving them another wicked twist.
“Pay attention to me, slut,” Ava told her and pulled.
Helpless against the pain, desperate to ease it, Bailey leaned forward, then kept going until her hands were on either side of Ava’s shoulders and they were breast to breast. Only then did Ava’s grip finally ease, and Bailey’s breath whooshed out in relief.
Only to catch again in shock when something broad and blunt and slick probed at the pucker of her ass.
“What—?”
Ava’s hands dove into her hair, gripping her head to still her instinctive jerk. “Shut up, little tart. You’re gonna get your arse fucked.”
Bailey fought not to tense, her body’s automatic response to the pressure at her asshole.
God, whoever was behind her felt huge, and she was already full of the dildo.
Which wasn’t massive, just regular dick sized, but with it already deep inside her, it felt as though whatever was trying to work its way into her ass was the size of a beer can.
“Fuck, your dick looks huge. You sure it’ll fit in there?”
It was T’s voice, she recognized it now. Which meant it was Sawyer who was working his dick into her ass.
“I’m gonna make it fit,” Sawyer growled, hands digging into her hips, and with what felt like a mighty push, finally breached the pucker of her ass. “Shit, this slut’s ass is tight.”
“Looks it,” T commented while Bailey panted and whined and saw fucking stars.
God, the pinch, the stretch. Her asshole pulsed and quivered, the shocked muscle fighting to adjust, to accommodate this sudden invader.
It hurt badly enough to bring tears to her eyes, forcing her to pant through it, trying to ride out the pain.
But through the ache there was pleasure, too, bright and keen, and her pussy clenched on the dildo.
“Fuck, look at that,” T said, wonder in his voice. “Her asshole’s pulsing on your dick.”
“I know,” Sawyer ground out. He was holding still, letting her adjust, and she could only be grateful. “Feels fucking amazing.”
“Make her do it again, man,” T urged.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Sawyer said with a laugh and shoved his dick in another inch.
Bailey squealed and jerked, but between Ava’s grip on her hair and Sawyer’s on her hips she was stuck, skewered, and could only pant helplessly as once again her asshole went through its pulsing, twitching, quivering struggle.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” T declared. “Hey, Nash, come back here. You’ve got to get a look at this.”
“No, thanks,” Nash said, his voice a deep, rough rumble. “I’ve got exactly the view I want.”
Bailey’s eyes, half closed to concentrate on riding out the discomfort, flew open and up at the words. Her eyes met Nash’s, and for a moment there was nothing in her world but the blazing heat in his soft brown eyes, the approval and the pride that was for her, all for her.
Then Sawyer said, “Fuck, this is taking forever. Brace yourself, slut,” and she blinked and said, “What?” and then he shoved his dick balls-deep in her ass and she came, screaming.
She heard Sawyer’s triumphant laugh, heard T’s awe filled “Wow” and Ava’s “I need to get in on this orgasm action” while her body jerked and her pussy clenched and her asshole clutched on Sawyer’s cock, thrusting hard and heavy now, making the orgasm go on and on.
And though the noise, the voices and the slap of flesh and the roar of her own blood in her ears, she heard Nash’s quiet, approving, “That’s my good girl. ”
The spasms had barely faded when Ava, her hands still buried in Bailey’s hair, said, “Sawyer, stop a second.”
“Why?” Sawyer asked, not stopping, his thrusts rocking Bailey between them.
“Because I need to get up. Go on, there’s a lad.”
“What, you want a piss? Should’ve thought of that earlier.”
“No, I want to sit on this tart’s face,” Ava said, exasperated.
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” Sawyer said reasonably, and stopped fucking Bailey, his dick lodged deep inside her. “How do you want to do this?”
Bailey dimly wondered the same, and hoped it wouldn’t require any action on her part. She felt like a rag doll, limp and boneless and completely incapable of independent movement.
“Pull out,” Ava was saying.
“Fuck that,” Sawyer replied. “I’m not leaving this ass until I come in it.”