Page 7 of The Show
“Look at her! She’s loving this!”
I vaguely heard the call, heard the gleeful agreements, and merely tipped my head back, allowing the sensations to fall over me.
Madam Eve's tongue swirled around my nipples, her touch a stark contrast to the rough, demanding thrusts of Edward. He pounded into me, his fingers digging into my hips with a bruising force, his cock filling me completely.
His rough fucking was familiar—it was the source of my ruination, my humiliation—but the rest? Dear God in Heaven, the way Madam was making me feelwhileEdward tupped me?
I was desperate for more.
Each thrust sent waves of sensation coursing through me, a mix of pleasure and pain that was impossible to ignore.
My body responded, my hips rising to meet his, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Madam Eve's hands roamed my body, her touch soft and gentle, a soothing balm to Edward's rough treatment. She pinched and rolled my nipples, her mouth moving from one to the other, her tongue tracing a path of fire across my sensitive flesh.
Edward grunted with each thrust, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside me. “You like this, don't you, slut?” he growled, his voice harsh and degrading. “You like being fucked like the whore you are.”
His words were cruel, meant to humiliate, and yet, they sent a shiver of desire coursing through me. Did I crave this degradation? I was lost in a haze of sensation, my body responding to every touch, every thrust. I could feel the tension building, the pressure growing, the need for release becoming overwhelming.
Suddenly, Edward pulled out, his body tense, his breath coming in harsh pants. He gripped his cock, pumping it twice before his release spilled onto my cunny. I could feel it, hot and sticky, dripping through my swollen, aroused folds.
Madam Eve's hands were there immediately, her fingers spreading his seed, rubbing it into my skin, tugging at the folds which were already burning with sensitivity.
“You know what to do, Madam,” growled Edward.
The relief I’d felt when Edward had refrained from spendinginme turned to positive anticipation as Madam Eve’s gentle hands spread my thighs wider. She bent down, inhaling as if she liked the scent of my cunny covered in a man’s cum. I was positively vibrating in anticipation…
And then her tongue slid along my cleft, licking the remnants of Edward’s release, her hums of pleasure sending vibrations through my sensitive flesh.
Yes.
I was a mess of sensation, my body trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I was close, so close to the edge, but I needed more. I needed something to push me over, to send me spiraling into the abyss.
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice a desperate plea, my hands scrambling at the chaise as my arse wriggled in need. “Please, Madam Eve.”
She lifted her head from between my legs, her lips curled almost wickedly. When I saw the moisture which coated her mouth and jaw, I gasped in understanding of the lewdness. This wasThe Invasion of Brussels,page seventy-nine ofA Harlot’s Guide…but nothing in the guide had indicated one woman might perform the act on another.
“Well, gentlemen?” Edward’s drawl was almost sated. “Who is ready to dump another load of cum on our whore’s cunny? Madam Eve needs something to lick up.”
His words were drowned out by laughter, and Rogers’ eager: “Me! I’m ready again!”
I didn’t want to be fucked by him, not after the way he’d used my mouth, but Madam Eve didn’t look as if she would move from between my legs, thank God.
So when Rogers stepped up, pumping his own cock eagerly, he was forced to point his release downward, spilling into my curls with a grunt.
Madam Eve merely chuckled in delight, lowering her head to my folds again.
When she did, I dropped back against the chaise, my hands groping blindly for the men who’d stepped up to my side.
As she licked me, her fingers now sliding in and out of my core, I used my hands to pump the men around me. Before, this attention had been necessary, something to do to meet my goal—money, enough money to escape this Hell.
Now, though?
Now I stroked them eagerly, praying they would soon be ready for release, so they could spill their seed across my cunny for Madam Eve to lick, prolonging this delicious torture.
I squirmed under her ministrations, delighting in every moment.
I don’t know how long I—we—lasted. The men blended together. As soon as one pulled from my hold to move around to shoot his load across my cunny, another would take his place. My head lolled, and I was lost in the sensations as my pleasure crept higher and higher.
And then, when I reached for another cock, there wasn’t one. The man in my right hand grunted, patting my cheek. “Good girl. I’ll take it over from here,” he murmured, pulling away and moving around the chaise to position himself over Madam Eve’s head.
