Page 8 of Savage Daddies
“I’ve never had this big before,” I admit. “I don’t think they’ll fit.”
Blue eyes palms my mound. “Don’t worry about that, darling. Feel here.” He guides my hand to touch myself. “Feel how wet you are. We’ll slip in, no problem.”
The novelty isn’t wearing off. “I just…god.You’re all massive.”
Another throaty chuckle from the group’s tallest. “We’re not gonna get any smaller, sweetheart, with you naked in front of us like this.”
“Can you hurry? I need one of you in menow.”
“What’s the rush?” says country boy. “Aren’t we allowed to take our time and cherish a princess?”
I don’t know what to make of the words.Cherish a princess?What the fuck? In the bedroom, I normally get calleddirty slutandwhore.
But I never normally reach the point of begging. Guys always slip it in before I even have time to get wet.
“Okay.” The blue-eyed one dips his finger inside of me one more time. “I think you’re ready for us, darling. Who would you like first?”
“I don’t care.”
“Come on. You’re the focus here, and we don’t take offense. Choose.”
“Suprise me.”
They’re all equal amounts of attractive. It’s like trying to choose between a sweet and savory snack—both are delicious in their own ways.
My heartbeat starts to lose rhythm.
Maybe they’ll be the death of me.
I don’t know how to describe the feeling. Maybe it’s the masks. Our identities are all concealed, so maybe that’s why I feel so comfortable around them. Maybe, if I saw their faces, I’d refuse to beg.
Then again, in this state, I’d bend over backward and submit to anything.
Still, I’m glad about the masks. Once, I went home with the captain of the soccer team, and he commented on how sad I looked on the walk to his house. Apparently the expression returned to my face as soon as the sex was over. He asked if I was depressed, and I said no way—clearly, he hadn’t met my sister.
Maybe I just have that sort of face.
But I’m anything but sad right now.
Especially when the tall one volunteers as tribute and goes first. He splits me in half. But I’m still alive, and one could argue I’m more alive than I’ve ever felt before.
That thing is a weapon.
It slides in hot, in and out of me.
Already, I feel an orgasm on the horizon.
Normally I worry about not being able to orgasm, and find myself trying to chase something that just doesn’t seem to arrive.
Tonight, I’m more concerned about coming too fast.
I watch his long dick slide in and out of me, and I think about my previous sexual encounters. Looking down to where my hookup and I are joined always used to freak me out a little. It deepened the situation, like it made me realize I was being penetrated by somebody I didn’t even know.
One could argue that I know these mysterious bikers evenless,but somehow it’s hot seeing our bodies join. A thick vein bulges down one side of his length, and I can’t tear my eyes away from it.
I didn’t really think much about dicks before these three came along.
They’re all so pretty. Long with just the right amount of girth. And what they make up for downstairs, they probably lack in the face area. So the masks are a good thing, but I’m enjoying this too much to even consider what they look like.
