Page 3 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

His fingers dug harder into my hips, pulling me in to matchhis powerful thrusts. I came so fast, pulsing around his thick cock. “Ghostie.”

He groaned in response, slamming into me harder.

I tilted my head back and it hit the mirror.Ow.Ismiled. This was the best sex I’d had in a small, confined space. So muchbetter than having sex with Chad in Daddy’s fun jet. If you could even call itthat. #HisDickIsMinscule.

Fuck.I was going to come again. And I wanted Ghostieto cum too. “Use me,” I panted, pretending he was my naughty kidnapper.“However you need me.” I spread my thighs farther apart. The angle had me moaningagain.

I expected him to pull out and explode all over me.

Instead he groaned and thrust even deeper. “Fuck,” he said ashe tensed and pulsed inside of me.

There was something seriously hot about a man losing controland pumping you full.

He slowly pulled out, some of his cum sliding down my thigh.

“I better clean up,” I said. “I’m not sure how fuckable I’lllook during phase 2 of the rescue mission if I already have cum dripping downmy thigh.” I ran my index finger through his cum and then licked it clean.

“Jesus,” he said.

I smiled around my finger. He wanted me again. I could tell.“You know…I’m surprised you didn’t wait until I changed into my maid uniform.It’s so very short. And it really hugs my girls.” I ran my wet finger betweenmy naked breasts.

He lowered his eyebrows as he stared at me.

“Maybe you can whisper sinful things in my ear while youwatch me again. Would you like that, you bad boy?”

He grunted a response.

I was pretty sure that meant, “Yes. And it’s time for phase 2,”in Ghostie speak.

Chapter 2 – I Make Mess

Sunday, Sept 22, 2013

“Ready, girls?” I asked as our van pulled up to the serviceentrance of the Locatelli Resort and Spa.

“Yes, yes,” said Slavanka.

“Sí,” agreed Esme.

“Yeah you are. Those accents are on point. But more importantly,your tits look amazing in these maid uniforms.” I honked each of their boobstwice and they honked mine back.

We’d gotten lucky that the banana king dressed his maids insuper sexy uniforms. They had all the elements of a traditional French maid uniform– black skirt, frilly white bib, white collar, garters, stockings… You know,the usual stuff. But they also had puffy black sleeves slashed with white and aplunging V neckline. They were basically the world’s sexiest mashup of a Frenchmaid and a Swiss Guard uniform.

Oh, and when Justin made his replicas, he’d added some underwiretoreallymake our tits look outstanding. There was no freaking way anyguards would be looking at our faces.

“What accent you do?” asked Slavanka.

“You know what…I think I’ll do Russian.”

“Really?” She looked so excited.

“Yes, yes,” I said, perfectly copying her usual response.

Slavanka nodded in approval. “We save Ash now.” She slid thevan door open and got out.

Just as I’d hoped, the guard’s eyes went straight to her longlegs. And then to her tits. But never to her face.

Esme and I followed her out and started unloading half-a-dozenduffel bags from the back.

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