Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
What? What was he talking about? But I did as he asked. I stood upright on the conference table, teetering in my stilettos, before slowly lowering myself into a squat, my pussy bare and exposed. OMG, this was obscene! Here I am, cunt wet and gleaming, as I squat down, down, down until my pussy hovers just a few inches above the surface. Even worse, I’m so aroused that my twat drips a little, a small tacky string of grool dangling from my nether lips. The men chuckle when they see it, and Brent reaches forward to catch the clear string in his palm before reaching up to pat my cunt a few times.
“Very pretty,” he rumbles, blue eyes flaring. “Goddamn, you’re soaked.”
I let out a low moan, tipping my head back as he strokes my kitty with clever fingers, hot tingles running through my most sensitive part.
“Oh god!” I cry out. “Mmmm!”
“Fuck, you’re responsive,” James rasps, also stepping close now. But he doesn’t touch me with his hands, not yet. Instead, he brings the pen forward. The tip, rounded and perfectly smooth, was chilled, and he traced a slow, maddening path with it, starting at the hollow of my throat. The cold metal was a stark shock against my overheated skin. He dragged it down, between my collarbones, through the shallow valley of my cleavage. I arched into it, a silent plea, making him chuckle.
"Look at you," James rasped, the words almost lost with lust. He didn't finish the thought though because he didn't need to. His focus was absolute as he guided the pen lower. The cold tip grazed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I bit back a whimper. He hovered there for a moment, teasing, before finally, finally, bringing it to the slick, swollen flesh between my legs. The initial contact of the frigid metal against the molten core of me made my entire body jerk.
“Oh my god!” I gasped, eyes going wide. “Are you going to--?”
James merely grinned lasciviously, with no hesitation whatsoever.
"That’s right," he rasped, eyes glued to where the writing implement grazed against my little hole. “Have you ever been fucked with a pen before, Marnie? Because this is your chance.”
This was so wrong! I was about to be fucked by a pen in a conference room, which seemed dirty, nasty, and way too depraved. I’ve heard of sex in a conference room before, but I thought it would be standard issue, with a woman bent over a table with her skirt pulled up while being railed from behind. No one ever said anything about getting a pen in my pussy!
But I had no time to think because James began the insertion, and it was delicious. There was no resistance, just a slow, inexorable glide of smooth, heavy steel into my sweetest spot.
“Unnnnh,” I moan, throwing my head back. “Ooooh yes.”
It was an alien sensation, cool and unyielding, filling me in a way a finger never could. He didn't thrust, just held it there for a moment, letting me adjust, letting the impossible cold of it seep into my heat. My head fell back against Brent's shoulder, my mouth open on a silent gasp. My own fingers scrabbled at the polished wood of the table, with no leverage whatsoever.
“Yesss,” James hissed, blue eyes bright as they fixed to point where my pussy was penetrated. “Fuck you look so good being fucked like this, sweetheart. Do you want more?”
Yes! I wanted him to slide it in and out a few more times, giving me the drill with this unexpected implement. But then there was a click at my side, and my eyes parted slowly to show Brent brandishing a second pen. What the hell? It was a sleek, black Montblanc he was never without, with a smooth, fat tip and six inches of pure power. Was he going to…? Oh my god!
Before I could say anything, I felt the cool, rounded tip of it press against the tight, forbidden pucker of my ass.
“Yes baby,” he hissed. “We like our girls to be full-service, and that means penetration in both the front and back. Can you do it, Marnie? Are you ready for this kind of deprivation?”
My whole body went rigid. A choked, panicked sound escaped my throat. I’ve only had the pleasure of having a big, veiny dick in my ass once before, but I’ve never done double penetration! This is too much! Panic rose in my chest, and a small whimper escaped my throat as my pussy throbbed, my asshole tightening in reflex. As if in answer, James's hand came up, not to touch me, but to brace against the table on the other side of me, caging me in. "Shhh," he soothed, his thumb stroking the polished wood. "Relax, Marnie. Breathe for Brent."