Chapter 19: Worship long
“God, yes,” I gasped, the stretch an impossible, delicious burn, my entire body aflame as she pistoned into me with a brutal, perfect rhythm. Vishal drove into my front, our hips slamming together in a wet, primal syncopation that echoed in the cavernous room. “She’s so fucking tight, isn’t she?” Swati grunted, her breath hot on my neck. “Your little virgin whore.” Every degrading word poured gasoline on the inferno in my gut. “Fill her cunt,” she commanded him, her hand reaching around to roughly knead my breast, her own thrusts never slowing. I could feel his climax building, a frantic, pounding pressure. “I’m gonna come,” he rasped, his control shattering. Swati’s fingers, slick and strong, snaked under him and closed around the base of his balls, squeezing hard. He cried out, his body seizing as she held him on the agonizing edge. “Not yet,” she breathed, her voice full of wicked glee. I felt powerful, wanted, complet,e, the epicenter of their shared, desperate hunger. “Please, let him,” I begged, my own voice a stranger’s, raw and wanton. “I want to feel him spill inside me while you ruin my ass.” The filth of my own words sent a shocking thrill through me. He groaned, a broken, beautiful sound. This was a communion, a consenting, adult depravity I had craved without knowing its name. Her hand tightened, her other slapping my ass with a sharp, stinging crack. “He comes when I do,” she hissed, and her own pace became frantic, her final, deep thrusts pushing me over a ledge into a blinding, silent convulsion that ripped through every nerve. As I clenched around them both, Swati’s rhythm fractured into a ragged, victorious cry, and only then did her grip on him release. His own roar followed instantly, a hot, pulsing flood within me that felt like a claiming, a completion. We collapsed, a slick, breathing tangle of limbs on the rug, the city lights spinning slowly beyond the glass.
We all were consenting adults.
I loved it. I loved the pain, the humiliation as Swati took my ass while her husband fucked my pussy. Plus her cheap words added fuel. Vishal loved it. I could feel his excitement. I also talked dirty. Swati held Vishal's balls, stopping him from cumming. This was best in my life. Better than I had ever imagined.