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)
Brent glances at me, a quick, dark flicker, then back to her.
“You like this, don’t you, my little fuckslut?” he murmurs in her ear, voice pitched low. “This is your thing.”
She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she lets out a breathless moan, biting her lip.
“Say it,” Brent prompts, pushing the marker in a little deeper.
Marnie closes her eyes and gasps. “Yes, sir. I like it.”
I come closer, so close I can see the tremble in her thighs, the quiver in her hands. I touch her face, thumb under her chin, force her to look at me.
“Tell me why you like it.”
She swallows, mouth dry. “Because it’s dirty. Because I belong to you. Because my pussy is yours to use however you like.”
Brent grunts with approval, then slides the Sharpie out slowly, the slick sound obscene in the quiet room. He then pushes it back in with more force. Marnie jolts forward, mouth opening, and I use the opportunity to slip two fingers between her lips. She sucks automatically, greedy, her tongue laving the pads. My cock aches, but I don’t move. Not yet.
Brent draws the pen out again, then—without warning—angles it higher, tracing a cold circle around her tight, puckered asshole.
Marnie’s breath hitches, and she stares at me, wide-eyed.
“Do it,” I growl to Brent, never breaking eye contact with her.
He grins and then with a steady, slow push, he presses the marker against her rosebud, working it until the tip slips just inside. Her whole body tenses, her nails scraping the desk, and she utters a whimper so sharp I think she’ll shatter. But she doesn’t. She holds, then relaxes. Brent growls his approval, circling the tip of the pen to the right, and then to the left.
“You have a beautiful asshole, sweetheart,” he moans, blue eyes fixed to her darkness. “It was made to be fucked and stretched.”
Marnie moans again, eyes closed, oblivious to anything except the pressure of the dirty pen in her anus. Meanwhile, I slide a palm over her trembling hip. With my other hand, I guide her bent arm back, pinning her wrist behind her. The angle forces her breasts out, puts her whole body on display. I can smell her now—sweet, sharp, an edge of sweat beneath the perfume and the cologne mixing with the scent of her arousal.
Brent passes me the marker without a word. I take over, switching from her ass to her cunt, alternating, teasing, never letting her get used to the rhythm. She’s soaked, and every time I draw the Sharpie out, it’s coated in clear slick. I drag it down and tap the head against her clit, watch her body jolt, then push it back into her pussy, then back into her ass. Fuck, she looks good getting fucked in both holes and it’s clear the little girl likes it because she’s breathing in fast, helpless little pants, her face streaked with color, her hair sticking to her cheeks. She looks like a woman on the verge of drowning, and loving every second.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “You’re incredible, Marnie.”
She whimpers, “Unnnh! Thank you, sir.”
Brent keeps his hand at her neck, not rough, but absolutely in charge. He leans in, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re going to take both of us tomorrow,” he says, voice deep and final. “Are you ready for that?”
Marnie nods, or tries to. “Yes, Mr. Gibson. I think so.”
I swap the pen for my fingers, two at first, then three, working her with slow, twisting strokes. She’s so open for us, so desperate to please. I want to bend her over the desk and fuck her until she screams, but I wait. I always wait because I want to see how far she’ll go before she breaks.
Brent reaches around, grabs the marker from my hand, and pushes it back into her ass. He fucks her with it, deep and raw, as I continue tunneling my fingers into her slick, slippery cunt. The combined sensation makes Marnie shiver, her legs starting to buckle. I prop her up with a hand on her waist, keeping her steady.
“You’re such a good girl,” Brent rasps. “Taking everything we give you.”
Marnie’s voice is ragged. “I want more. Please.”
I glance at Brent, and in that instant, we’re completely aligned: two men, one mind. No room for ego here, just the pure pleasure of control, of mastery.
I drop to my knees, spreading her ass with both hands, and go straight for her pussy with my tongue. She tastes fucking perfect, and her body jerks at the first lick. I work her clit, relentless, while Brent keeps up the rhythm in her ass. She’s right on the edge; I can feel her thighs quivering, her body trembling.
“Let go,” I say, voice muffled against her cunt. “Come for us, sweetheart. Climax on my face.”
She does. The orgasm hits hard, wrenching a scream from her as she collapses over the desk. Her whole body clenches around my tongue, fluids leaking down her thighs. I keep licking, softening my touch only when she starts to shudder and sob from the overstimulation.