Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
The next morning, I awoke alone in my bed. For a moment, I felt a pang of disappointment at an absence I couldn’t put my finger on. Then the memories of the previous night came flooding back, a wave of heat washed over me, and I named what I wanted.
Dylan.
I could almost feel his strong hands on my body, his hungry mouth devouring my most intimate places. The ghost of his thick cock sliding between my breasts and filling my throat made me shiver with renewed desire. My nipples hardened into tight peaks as I recalled the exquisite sensation of his fingers probing my virgin holes while he used my mouth for his pleasure.
Without conscious thought, my hand slid down my body. I gasped softly as my fingers encountered the slick folds of my pussy. I was already embarrassingly wet, my arousal coating my inner thighs.
Biting my lip to stifle my moans, I began to play with myself in earnest. I circled my clit with teasing strokes, imagining it was Dylan’s skilled tongue instead of my own fingers. My other hand came up to cup my breast, pinching and rolling the nipple just as Dylan had done.
I arched my back, lost in the sensations and memories. In my mind, Dylan loomed over me, his hazel eyes dark with lust as he prepared to claim me fully. I could almost feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my vagina’s virgin entrance, ready to stretch me open and make me his.
My fingers moved faster, more urgently. The balloon of pleasure in my belly got lighter and lighter. I was so close, teetering on the edge of bliss. Just a few more strokes and I would be there…
“Andrea Jacobsen!”
Greta’s sharp voice cut through my haze of arousal like a bucket of ice water. I yanked my hand away from my pussy and sat bolt upright, my face flaming with mortification.
Greta stood in the doorway, her expression a mixture of disgust and disappointment. “I would have thought after all that pleasure we all heard Dylan giving you last night you would be satisfied for a day at least,” she said, shaking her head. “Look at you, rutting like an animal in heat.”
I opened my mouth to apologize, but Greta held up a hand to silence me. “Don’t bother with excuses, young lady. Devin will hear about this, make no mistake. I’m quite certain he’ll take the strap to that naughty bottom of yours.”
My stomach dropped at her words. The memory of my last whipping was still painfully fresh. But before I could dwell on it further, Greta’s next statement made my blood run cold.
“As for today, you’ll do your chores in the nude,” she declared. “Perhaps some humiliation will help cool that lustful nature of yours.”
“But Greta, please,” I protested weakly. “What if someone sees me?”
Greta’s eyes narrowed. “That’s the point, Andrea. We’ll all see you. Maybe when you get your whipping it’ll take better after a day of naked chores.”
CHAPTER 20
Dylan
The message from Devin took me by surprise as I was running yet another update on the automated combine’s firmware.
Andrea’s got a whipping coming tonight, for playing with her puss. I’m guessing it’s your fault, a little—not that I blame you lol. I’d like you to give it to her.
I stared at my phone in the middle of the machine shop. Next to me the combine’s display showed that it had almost completed the update. I felt like the update to my firmware might take a little longer. My cock had gotten instantly hard, but my brain needed a few moments at the very least to believe this news.
I opened the New Modesty app and saw a notification. Devin had given me full rights to view Andrea’s data. I tapped through, and saw that one stretch of time, from early this morning, had been red-flagged. With my heart rate already increasing, I tapped on the red flag.
I had to hand it to Selecta: their user interfaces had a certain slickness you couldn’t find anywhere else. The red flag instantly opened into a video window, where Andrea lay on her bed with one hand shamelessly between her legs and the other pinching her adorable right nipple. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth as if to stifle her whimpers of pleasure.
As I watched, my cock hard as rock in my jeans, Andrea’s back arched off the bed. I could hear her sob with need over the surveillance system’s excellent audio. The view shifted from the lewd pout on her face to the even lewder pout of the slick, glistening pink lips between her thighs. Andrea’s naughty fingers increased their pace along the bare cleft of her pussy, pressed harder against her clit, and…
Greta opened the door and stepped into the room.
“Andrea Jacobsen!” the matronly woman thundered. Andrea ripped her hand away from her pussy, her face going crimson.