Heath clears his throat.
“I’m buried wrist deep in your asses like a Punch and fucking Judy show, and you two are making out like teenagers. Remember who’s in charge here.”
He slams us particularly hard… once, twice, three times, and then he pulls out – my ass feeling like it’s belching open before he plunges back in again. A ravaged fucking cave. I can’t make out with Josh under this kind of barrage. There is nothing but the thumping invasion of Heath’s fist as he punches his way in deeper.
“Oh the fucking view,” Heath says. “Stunning.”
I look back at him over my shoulder, and it’s anoh the fucking viewfor myself at the sight of Heath’s smile. His hair is hanging free as he punch fucks us, his eyes a dirty delight as he plunges inside.
“How about we call Ella the winner?” Josh says. “Please, Heath. Share the bounty. I want to see your fist in Ella’s ass. I want to see how deep she’s fucking taking it.”
My eyes are still on Heath as he smirks at my boyfriend.
“Since you asked so nicely, how could I refuse? Here, come and assist me.”
I get a flutter of panic as Heath pulls out of Josh’s ass and sets him free, because I’m already taking so much it’s insane.
Both men are positioned behind me, and my mind whirs – my dirty curva side battling with rationale.
“That’s really fucking impressive,” Josh says. “Here, pull out, just a bit… like that. Fuck, yes.”
I know I’m gaping, with the two of them staring inside me. I know what a display of pure messy filth it must look like, to see my oily open ass after such a pounding.
“You’ve been so good, baby,” Josh tells me, and hooks his hand around my thigh to reach my pussy. My clit sparks like an electric shock when his fingers land, and he circles slowly, like a tease. “Take our client’s fist nice and deep again now. Give him the performance of the night.”
Heath’s hand sinks back in, and the sensations are all mashed up. Sparks of pleasure mixed with the tender burnout of pain. It aches so bad but feels so good.
“More oil,” Heath says, and I feel a fresh glug sinking into me. It sounds so wet when Heath starts back up with the invasion, and he’s not fast this time. He’s slow. Slow and fucking deep.
Deeper than he was before…
So deep that I can feel the oil oozing out of me and dribbling over my pussy.
I cry out when he keeps burying, scooping his hand this way and that, and Josh speeds his fingers on my oily clit.
“It’s ok, baby, focus on me and be a good puppet for Heath. He’s so far in, Ella. It’s fucking beautiful.”
I cry out again as the pressure resumes, Heath’s hand still claiming more.
“Make her come,” Heath says. “Make the sweet curva come for me, Josh. I want her to come while I’m all the way in.”
Josh is a wizard with my clit, strumming with so much precision I’m gasping in seconds, but I let out another cry as Heath eases in just a little bit more and it feels like he’s inside my belly.
I’m a fucking hand puppet. A dirty, used, wrecked hand puppet, with a fist so deep it could be in my fucking guts – and it’s gross, and invasive, and slimy, and aches along with the burn, but it still turns me on. In fact, it turns me on more than ever.
“Do you trust me, baby?” Josh asks, and I nod with a crazy smile.
A question like that only means one thing.
It means more.
“Stay nice and relaxed, ok… just relax…”
Oh my fucking God, I feel his other hand slipping between my thighs from behind. He’s still strumming my clit, and Heath is still buried when two of Josh’s fingers seek out my slippery cunt.
“Trust me,” Josh says, and his two fingers spear my pussy, angled against Heath’s hand. Such a thin wall, and so sensitive.
“I can’t…” I pant. “I can’t…”
