“N...no...”I stammered, his two fingers finally doing what I needed them to do.
“Are you going to let me be your first?”he asked, and his tone sounded serious enough to pull me out of the haze of pleasure.
Opening my eyes, I asked, “What?”
Sliding his fingers in deeper, he said, “I’m just imagining all those people watching me be the first to stretch out your virgin asshole, and it’s got me hard as fuck, baby.”
While the very idea sounded hot as hell, I had no idea how I felt about sharing something that private with a bunch of strangers.Yes, I wanted to be the star of this little show, and I also wanted to become a piece of their fantasies, but could I really do something like that for the first time in front of an audience?Not to mention how I’d be stupid not to consider the dynamics of such a thing.Quaid was easily six-foot-three, and if the rest of his body was proportional to his height, then he probably wasn’t the best candidate to break me in.
I mean, seriously.
However, before reason could really take a hold, he said, “I also know what I’m doing, baby.I promise that I can make it feel so good for you.”
Just then, Quaid’s fingers went to work in a way that they hadn’t been this whole time, and my hips were back to pushing up against his hand, and my eyes could no longer stay open.Ignoring what he was asking of me, my head dropped back as I thought of nothing but his fingers inside me, hitting that sweet spot so expertly.
“Are you going to cum for me, Zia?”he asked wolfishly, knowing damn well that I was going to.
“Yes...”I whimpered, the show in the other room completely forgotten.
“As soon as you do, we’re going into that participation room, and I’m going to fuck the soul from your body, and I’m going to make you love every single second of it,” he vowed, and his wicked words were enough to finally push me over the edge.
“Quaid...”I cried out, my body trembling like it’d been too damn long.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed.“Cum for Daddy.”
Three words, and it was all over for me.
Three simple words.
“Christ, you should see yourself right now,” Quaid hissed, and I could only imagine how desperate I had to look, cumming all over his fingers like I couldn’t get enough.
Not caring about anything else, I let my body enjoy the journey, and you’d think that I was in the comfort of my own home with the way that I was just not giving a damn at this point.Quaid’s fingers were also still working my pussy, coaxing me through the orgasm, seeing it to the end, and it felt glorious.
When Quaid was finally done teasing me, I opened my eyes to see him licking his fingers clean of me, and that was always a sexy sight, no matter who the man was.It was the way that he was savoring an experience that had only benefitted the woman for the most part.
“Are you ready to go into the participation room?”he asked after he was done tasting me.
“Yeah, I am,” I answered, meaning every word.
