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“What, that you like having your sensitivecock teased?” Could I be so lucky? That was one of my favoritetypes of porn.

“I can be persuaded. If that’s what you’reinto.” Then, with a groan, he withdrew. With a last, soft bite tomy throat, he rolled off me.

The warm, obscene gush between my thighsgave me a delayed shiver of pleasure. “I don’t think I’m into doingittosomeone, but I would damn sure watch it. Especially ifyou’re one of the guys who begs and pleads—”

“I don’t beg for anything. But if you wantto see it…” He paused for my reply.

“I…” I did say I wanted to spend a few morefilthy days of sexual exploration with him. “I think I would likethat.”

He grinned. “Fantastic. Now we know whatwe’re doing for breakfast.”

CHAPTER TWO

(Matthew)

“Oh yes, oh fuck!”

I smiled to myself as Charlotte curled upfrom the lounge chair, one hand buried in the hair of the nakedblonde woman between her thighs. The anonymous blonde had beengoing down tirelessly on my girlfriend for at least half an hour,but Charlotte showed no sign of losing interest. She panted andwhimpered, ran a hand over her sweat-damp hair, and reached for themimosa on the table between us.

Breakfast poolside was far better thanbreakfast in the pool, at least with the kind of entertainment wehad. Because while I couldn’t take my eyes from Charlotte’s bodystraining in the bright morning sun, she couldn’t stop watching theman being tortured only feet from her.

My princess certainly had an imagination.Once let loose, she’d come up with a scenario hotter than anythingI’d ever seen in a porno.

It had been shockingly easy to find resortguests willing to play with us this early; the man strapped to thedeck chair before us, bathed in his own cum, was a paying customer.As were two of the women currently rubbing their breasts across hisface, running their hands over his sweating chest.

They alternated sucking his painfullyswollen, red cock and jerking it hard and fast while he screamedand twisted and begged them to stop, without ever issuing thecommand that would stop them.

He had more stamina than I did for the kindof torture they put him through. The third woman in their group wasa resort domme supervising the scene, occasionally supplying lube,and operating the vibrating plug in the man’s ass.

“No more!” He hung his head, a thin streamof drool dribbling from his lips. “I can’t take it.”

“You can take it.” The domme held up theremote that controlled the plug and clicked a button several times.“I know you’re not empty yet.”

The man’s face contorted. He threw his headback. “Don’t make me come again!”

“Get on his dick,” she snapped to thepretty, dark-haired woman currently bobbing her head up and down onhim.

I turned my attention back to Charlotte, whomotioned to one of the servers standing by with our mimosas andhalf-finished breakfast plates. The man brought over a glass, andCharlotte tipped her head back so he could pour the drink into heropen mouth. Some spilled down her chest, and the blonde between herlegs eagerly moved to lap up the sticky juice and champagnemixture.

The man in the chair let out a sound thatwas a mix of agony and pure, animalistic desire. The woman ridinghis cock undulated her hips while the domme reached between them tostroke her.

“You’re going to stay on this cock until hecomes again,” the domme warned. “You’re going to keep coming untilhe does.”

I made a mental note to get this woman araise. She provided exceptional customer service.

It had been a long time since I’d been ableto keep up with someone like Charlotte. Maybe I was kidding myselfand there hadneverbeen a time I could have kept up withher. At the moment, the spirit was willing, but the flesh wastired, despite the inspiring scene. I was more than content towatch and not participate.

It gave me plenty of time to considerCharlotte in what appeared to be her natural habitat: gettingfucked. I’d never met anyone as emotionally guardedandeager to be sexually vulnerable as she was. I had no doubt that shegenuinely enjoyed her sexual freedom; it wouldn’t be so much fun tobe with her in this environment if she didn’t.

Up until the night before, it had seemedlike Charlotte was her most authentic self when she was fucking. Itwas only when her feelings had spilled out that I’d caught aglimpse of the deeply insecure side of her that I’d been warnedabout.

The gulf between “deeply insecure” and whatshe was doing on the lounge beside me was wide enough to swallowthe seas.

The brunette on the man’s lap shouted, ahigh-pitched “ah!” of release that faded into giggles as thedomme’s hand never let up. Soon, the giggles faded to hisses andsquirms while the man openly sobbed.

“I’m… gonna…” the brunette panted. And shedid, her legs trembling on either side of the chair. Thedomme didn’t give any reprieve from the stimulation, cooing, “Oh,is that starting to hurt, slut? I can stop as soon as you milk hiscock dry.”

The blonde’s hand disappeared betweenCharlotte’s thighs. While the sight of Charlotte’s gorgeous facetilted up, eyelids fluttering closed in ecstasy, was erotic enoughto haunt my daydreams until the end of time, my view of her pussywas obstructed. I reached for my cane and got to my feet, movingpast the show in the chair to stand over my girlfriend.

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