Page 42 of The Unexpected

She nods, tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Ask for it,” I say. My voice is low, but it cracks the moment open. O’Toole looks over his shoulder at me, then back at her.

“Please, Pastor,” she whispers. “Fuck me. I want that hard cock deep in my cunt.”

He doesn’t make her wait. He grabs her under the knees, drags her down the sofa until her ass is hanging off the edge, then lines up his cock and pushes in, slow and relentless. The sound is obscene: a wet, squelching sigh as he splits her open, the head of his cock disappearing inside her cunt with a stretch so wide I half-expect her to scream.

She does.

“Unnnnh!” Stella wails, head thrown back, hands gripping the cushions. “Oh my god, oh my god, it’s too much!”

“Take it,” I growl, moving around to watch from the side. “You can stretch, can’t you, baby?”

She nods, but tears are running down her face, pure pleasure and pain braided together. O’Toole thrusts deeper, then pulls out, then pushes in again, each time a little faster, a little rougher. Stella’s legs shake, her feet drum against the cushions, and her tits bounce wildly with every move.

“Such a good girl,” O’Toole rasps. “Such a greedy, cock-hungry cunt. Look at you, taking all of Daddy’s dick. Is this what you wanted when you came to my office? Is this what you had in mind the entire time?”

“Yes!” she cries. “Yes, fuck, yes, don’t stop!”

He doesn’t. He fucks her hard, one hand on her throat, the other pinning her hip in place. I watch, fascinated, as her whole body goes rigid, her toes curling, her pussy stretched around his fat shaft.

“Touch yourself,” I order. She does, instantly, fingers finding her clit and rubbing frantically as O’Toole pounds her.

Her first orgasm hits with a scream. She jerks, almost flinging herself off the couch, and O’Toole clamps down on her, holding her in place while she rides the waves of it, sobbing and gasping.

“Unnnnh!” she cries, arching her back as her pussy convulses on the massive shaft buried inside. “Oh oh oh!”

“Fuck,” O’Toole bites out, his face a mask of arousal. “Goddamn, your cunt feels so good.”

I wait for the convulsions to slow, then move in beside them. I grip her jaw, pull her head forward, and kiss her deep, tasting the salt and heat of her. “Good girl,” I whisper against her mouth. “You took his cock like a champ, baby. Who knew you’d love having two fat dicks in this horny hole?”

O’Toole slows, but doesn’t stop. He looks at me, sweaty and wild. “She’s perfect,” he says. “Fucking perfect, and a total slut.”

I nod. “Yeah, that’s what I love best about her.”

He pulls out, and for a second, I have no idea what he’s doing. Did that fucker come, and I didn’t realize it? Stella just lies there, legs open in invitation, pussy dripping and twitching. But then she props herself up, looks at me with glassy eyes, and says: “Do you want me now?”

The words are almost shy, but I see the hunger in her.

“Fuck yeah,” I say. “But get on top of him first.”

She obeys, like a good girl should. The curvy girl scrambles up, straddles O’Toole where he sits on the couch. His cock glistens with her juices, but he’s ready to go.

“Come get it, baby,” he rasps in a throaty tone. “Sit on my fat cock.”

With a moan, she lowers herself onto that thick man meat, slow, her face a mask of concentration as she takes him to the root, her labia stretching almost painfully around his base. Her creamy tits are right in his face, and he doesn’t waste time; he sucks and bites at her nipples, leaving red marks, his hands locked on her hips.

“Mmm,” she whines blissfully, throwing her head back. “That feels so good, big boy.”

She starts to ride him, hard, her hair flying, her voice going high and wild as she bounces up and down. I watch, hand on my cock, stroking slowly as her ass slaps against his thighs, her pussy absorbing every inch of his punishing shaft.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “You look so hot like that.”

O’Toole grins at me over her shoulder. “She’s a slut, for sure.”

I grin because that’s my cue. I kneel on the sofa behind Stella, run my hands up her back, then down to her ass, squeezing her bounteous cheeks. She moans, the sound desperate.

“You want it, baby?” I ask, pressing a thumb against her butthole, teasing the rim.