Page 22 of Dear Glory

“Aye, Glorious, take it… take what you want. Show how much you need it,” Sir whispers in my ear, dick pulsing inside me as he gently rocks inside me, making me cry out and cream even more.

“Oui! Oui! Nourris-moi davantage madame!”(Yes! Yes! Feed me more, ma’am)

“Relax Bunny…” I hear sweetly and open my eyes, even though I’m seeing stars. I lose my breath when I see the pretty Ms. Wolf behind Bunny with a strap-on dick easing into him as his mouth waters on my pussy. At the same time, Sir wraps his arms around my neck and it’s as if him and Ms. Wolf are in synch. They both slam into me and Bunny, ever so slightly cutting off my circulation while grasping my ass, fucking me insanely hard as Ms. Wolf moans while Bunny grunts and begs for more, slurping on Sir and me.

It’s too much! My heart is going to explode.I feel… I feel… I feel…tears spill from my eyes as my body reaches scary heights. My breathing runs short and my mind goes blank.

“SIR! SIR! AHHHHH OHHHH! FUCK! I CAN’T BREATHE! PLEASE!” I say the first thing that comes to mind while he fucks me raw and Mr. Bunny eats my pussy and slurps on his dick.

“Aye Glory, take this dick! Dinna fight it show me! Break fer me!” he demands, fucking me hard while his cool calm and collected yet excited voice eggs me on and makes me slam down on the spot I’ve never felt a man touch. Simultaneously, Mr. Bunny sucks on my clit like it’s his life’s calling while Ms. Wolf leans on his back, sweating from exertion. Her eyes are glazed over as she pumps, and I can tell she’s going to cum. The depravity calls to me, making me feel ungodly amounts of pleasure.

“HOFLJSLJ’LFMFUCKINGFKJALFSHIT I’M—” My words sound like a grumbled fucking mess, but I don’t care. The freedom, exhilaration, and euphoria that washes over me as apleasure so mind-numbingly superb wracks my body and sends my mind into a stratosphere I don’t even think is on Earth.

My juices gush from me and Sir squeezes my neck tight, pulling from me, but that doesn’t stop me from cumming. The action sends a second wave crashing over me as Sir spurts cum all over my pussy and Bunny’s face, which he laps up while grunting and cumming. I see Wolf reach her hands around him, jerking his dick and playing with his balls and slimy cum.

I don’t know how long we sit in the aftermath of our lust-induced coma as Sir takes my lips in a greedy, nasty kiss while Bunny holds Wolf, rocking and petting her as she hugs him tight.

“Good job, Glorious. I’m so proud of you. You are meant for me. Good girl, I adore you. Sir is so pleased, and you made him feel the best he’s felt in his life.” The compliments rain from his lips like water and I bask in it, mind still rumbling until I can’t take any more and slump over tired, falling asleep in his arms.

Chapter 7

Glory Daze

GLORY

The calm sound of running water sloshing over my body stirs me from my sleep. I drunkenly open my eyes and panic ensues when I see I’m in a bathroom I don’t recognize.

“SIR!”

“Shhh, relax Glory. You should still be quite sore here,” he coos and gently presses my pussy lips, making me wince. “And I saw that you tore, so this warm bath will help.” Sir sloshes water over my shoulder, whispering into my ear in a hushed tone, instantly easing my body. He takes my hands and spins me around in the soapy water, grasping my foot where he begins washing them a little too thoroughly if you ask me.Thank God I gave myself a pedicure.

The towel gliding down my foot feels ticklish, yet I can’t help but relax my head against the tub, holding back a moan since my feet have always been rather sensitive.

“Ugn…” I groan a bit and he cuts his eyes my way.

“Oh, are your feet… sensitive?” His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store discovering something new, but I shrink in myself, shy and ashamed.Damn… I’ll moan again at this point. I need to stay alert.

“I… I’m sorry. M-my feet have always been rather sensitive to an extreme degree. I have to do my own pedicures,” I mutter, plucking it from him, unable to handle how amazing his hands feel against them. Any more than this, and I’m bound to lose myself in this tub.

“Noted,” he mutters.

“N— What are you noting? No,” I pause and place my hand on my head, trying to clear the duplicitous fog. “More than that, where are we?” I mutter in a daze from how good his touching my feet feels, unable to think and speak properly for some reason.

“We’re at Edouard’s house.” He brushes the towel over my other shoulder, lifting my arm to get my armpit, causing me to giggle.

“Edouard? Who is that?” I peek around the bathroom impressed at the lavish décor and style of the mansion. I can see whoever this Edouard is that they are damn loaded.Damn, they’re calling me broke in French.

“You would know him as Mr. Bunny,” he chuckles, kissing the nape. Just like that, I go still and every memory crashes on me like a pile of bricks from Tetris when you lose the game.OH… MY… GOD!

I grasp the edges of the clawfoot tub and sit up, water sloshing over onto the floor.

“OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!” I repeat, rapid breaths coming in short spurts and not enough air getting to my lungs.

“It’s okay… you’re okay. I know you’re overwhelmed, so let it out. I’m here. You’re safe.” Sir rubs my back in gentle circles as tears fill my eyes, and I cover my face in shame.

“What did I do?! Why did I do that?! How could I?!” I panic, sobbing, feeling like utter garbage for some reason. “My dadis…!” I sway, unable to complete the sentence, feeling like my head will explode as I grow faint.

“Glory, I—” I smack his hand away, gritting my teeth, eyes on fire.

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