Dirty Seduction

Their hug lasted for ages, both of them swaying and clutching each other tight. Rosie virtually leapt into Peter’s arms to say goodbye, as Lola leapt into mine, without hesitation. I looked at Rosie’s arms around Peter’s neck, squeezing in the way I knew. Her eyes were sparkling as she thanked him for coming, and he was still beaming as he gave me a slap on the back and shook my hand.

“Was ace, Julian, thanks so much.”

“See you soon!” Rosie said, as she waved them off from the front door.

The neighbours would be despising me even more after this week. Drunk guests leaving, and a hundred heavy deliveries coming up the stairs. In my drunken state, I found it humorous.

Rosie’s arms were ready for my neck next. I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, holding on to me like a koala bear as I walked us through to the kitchen for another drink.

“You’re amazing,” she said with a giggle and a slur.

“And you’re drunk.”

“Yeah. I like it.”

“Like being trashed on wine?”

She looked at me with a beautiful humour as she nodded.

“Yeah, I guess so. Guilty.”

“It seems Lola enjoys a few wines, too.”

“Wine and your chapters… she thought they were mega hot.”

“So I heard.” I poured another whisky with her still in my arms. “I expect Peter will be getting the benefits of that later, if she isn’t so trashed she falls asleep as soon as they’re in through the door.”

“Nah, she won’t be. Wine makes her horny.”

“And how about you?” I bounced her up and down against me. “Is your pussy nice and wet after your drinking session?”

“My pussy is always nice and wet when it’s around you.”

She took my whisky shot from my hand and downed it, then smacked her lips. Oh, yes. She was definitely drunk and horny, and my cock was already straining. I’d been thinking about her cunt for hours, seeing the twinkle in her eyes as she shared my written filth with her new friend.

I didn’t bother pouring another whisky. Instead, I took her back through and placed her butt on the dining table next to my laptop.

“Do you think they’ll be acting some of this out?” I asked her, gesturing to the screen.

She nodded. “Yep. For sure. She loves all of it. Even the whisk.”

“Really?”

Rosie beamed at me. “Yeah. They’ll be trying that out, and who knows? Lola might have slut written on her in marker pen in the morning.”

I pulled Rosie’s dress up so hard it almost tore. She still had dirty bitch scrawled on her stomach from earlier.

“I should have showed her this,” she giggled. “You could have lent them a marker pen and we could have compared styles. Like an art class.” She was joking, but it sparked a fire in my gut.

“Would you have liked that? To watch her getting scribbled on?”

She laughed so sweetly. “Would be awesome. Really good fun. Maybe we should do it sometime.”

The fire in my gut burned brighter.

“How about a foursome, hey?” I said. “Would you like that? I could show him how to use a whisk. Maybe he could practice on you?”

She was still giggling as she nodded. She was joking, that’s what I told myself, but it didn’t matter, that internal fire blazed at the very thought of Peter touching Rosie’s pussy. Of anyone touching Rosie’s pussy. Of any man touching Rosie anywhere. And I couldn’t hold myself back, I took her cheeks in my hands to make her pout.

“Is that what you want? Two guys? You want both me and Peter?”

She stuck her tongue out, drunk, teasing me.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“What if I did?” she managed to say.

I gripped her cheeks tighter, my whisky breaths growing ragged. My cock was hard, but my fire was raging. A heady combination.

“Is that really what you want?” I asked her. “You want Peter’s cock?”

“No,” she giggled, but I didn’t let her cheeks go. “I only want yours. Peter’s hot, but he’s got nothing on you. Not even close.”

“Peter’s hot?” I let her cheeks go, feeling the fire in my veins.

Her answer was cutely innocent. “Yeah, he’s lovely.”

“That’s not what I asked. I asked if Peter’s hot.”

She saw the flames in my eyes, and my Lilith stirred in front of me. I saw her dancing with the idea of playing with me, just a little.

“Peter is hot, yeah.”

I let my demons run free, unbridled, swimming in the possessiveness I felt over my beautiful little flower.

“Think you could take two cocks, do you?” I ran my fingers up her thigh.

“And how about my fist? I know Lola has been singing the praises of taking Peter’s big, rough hand in her cunt.”

Rosie’s eyes were alive. The minx set free.

“I could take whatever you gave me.”

“Let’s see about that.”

I slammed her back onto the table, and she spread her legs as my hands roved over her. I tugged her dress and bra down to free her pretty tits, and she arched as I took one of her nipples in my teeth, sucking hard.

“Yes…” she said. “More…”

I gave her more. I nipped, and sucked and used her tits until she was bruising with love bites, marking her. Claiming her. My fingers worked her clit through her wet panties, and she was a needy bitch, spurred on by her dirty friend.

“You’d better stay right fucking there,” I told her as she came close to coming, my voice low. Possessive.

I marched to the bedroom and grabbed a selection of toys and lube, frantic. My blood was pumping when I got back to the table, dumping the toys next to her before I tore her free of her clothes. And then I wasted no time. I squirted a whole load of lube on the biggest dildo, and she hitched her legs up as I rubbed the head up and down her slit.

“Do it…” she hissed. “Fuck me, hard. Make me fucking take it.”

Jesus Christ!

I slammed it inside her in one, twisting it to make it strain, and she whimpered, tipping her head back and gripping the top of the table behind her head. I couldn’t hold back, consumed by the sight of her pussy taking the pounding. I imagined it as Peter’s cock, and it drove me into a frenzy. I slammed her so hard she was crying out, but she was urging me on. Harder, harder…

“Let’s see if you can really take it, you dirty little slut,” I said, keeping the dildo rammed tight in her pussy as I freed my cock from my pants.

I squirted a token amount of lube on her ass and twisted two fingers all the way in, loving the way she gasped and squirmed as I finger-fucked her dirty hole. My cock was ready, needing her so badly. She yelped when I yanked my fingers free and yelped again as I forced my cock into her puckered little asshole in three thrusts, and her holes gripped like a vice, her delicate little body struggling to take me and the dildo rammed deep. But that didn’t matter. She wanted it. I could see it in her filthy smile.

I used Rosie like a true slut, with two cocks straining her. I craved every whimper and cry she gave as she battled, gritting her teeth as her body learned to accept the pounding, and it was pure, filthy magic.

I had two fat cocks inside my dainty little girl, and she was good enough that she took it for me.

Jesus Christ, how I fucked her. I stretched her, balls thumping against her flesh as I savaged her with thrusts, but that wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed to give her more. For me, not for her. Selfish cunt.

She protested with a nooo as I pulled both the dildo and my cock free in one, both of her holes raw and gaping nicely. But then she realised what I was doing. I lubed up my fist as she watched me, her eyes wide through her wine fuelled haze.

“Oh God,” she said.

“Yes,” I said. “I think your needy cunt is ready for this, don’t you?”

My angel nodded, pushing her glasses up her nose, her mouth gaping open.

Four fingers went in easily, right up to the hilt, my thumb still free to rub at her clit as she pushed back against me. I let her enjoy the clit play until my thumb changed position, lining up along with my fingers, and then I started the true stretch. The lube made her cunt so fucking slippery that she squelched as I eased my hand into her, stretching her a little wider each time. I was reaching the thickest part of my knuckles when she started crying out with the depths of the strain.

“Take a deep breath, like a good girl,” I told her, and she did as she was told.

I eased the widest part of my hand into her, and that deep breath did fuck all. Her whimpers were feral, but she didn’t stop me. She let me work my hand inside her cunt like I was a master. A fucking god.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” I asked, and she nodded.

“Yeah… but I like it…”

“You’re almost there,” I said, “one last push and my hand will be inside you. Think you can take it?”

My sweet Rosie looked me in the eye, teeth gritted. “Yeah,” she said, “I can take it.”

And with that, she pushed. I held my hand firm and she pushed, her cunt literally sucking me in and closing tight around my wrist.

It was a divine sight to see her splayed with my whole fucking fist inside her. She was a creature of pure beauty. My Lilith and Eve in one. My whole seedy universe, and my heart entangled in one beautiful girl.

What a sight. She looked so proud, and deservedly so.

I kissed her deep and hard with my hand in her cunt, and she was perfection. She tangled her fingers in my hair, breathing short and fast against my lips.

“Thank you,” she said, and for once I didn’t protest, because, yes. This time the pleasure was hers, as well as mine. We were both winners riding high. Consumed and crazy.

“What happens now?” she asked when we broke the kiss.

“You come for me,” I said and turned my fist inside her, just a little.

Her breath hitched, she winced, but didn’t complain.

“Legs back,” I said and she carefully lifted her legs back.

Again, what a sight. I only wished I’d taken time to set up the camera.

With her cunt still grasping my wrist, I kissed my way down her stomach, stopping at her engorged clit. And then I sucked, and lapped, and bit down on it, and my slut whimpered, her body soon shuddering.

“Fuck, Julian,” she managed, and she was done, unravelling, twisting and bucking, and just at the right moment, when I knew her orgasm was exploding, I pulled my hand free.

My beautiful slut cried out, squirmed and convulsed, and I held her steady.

Held her in my arms as she whimpered and moaned and breathed so damn hard.

“Good girl,” I said as I picked her up into my arms.

“Did I do ok?” she asked as I carried her through to the bedroom.

“More than ok,” I said as I laid her down. “I’m so very proud.”

“Fuck me, then,” she said, and yes, she was serious.

Dawn was rising when we’d finally finished, both of us spent. Rosie was snoring like a dozing angel when I eased myself away for a cigarette at the living room window. My laptop was still on the dining table, next to the used toys, and I looked at it in the stillness of the morning, remembering the adoration the girls had shown while reading my work.

Did I really believe their praise?

Yes. I did. Despite my inner criticism, I believed their praise.

I didn’t go straight back to bed. No. I didn’t start up a fresh chapter, either. Instead, I called up the name of one of my previous students from over a decade ago, whose career I’d followed as he’d established himself as an exceptional editor.

I checked out his website and found his email address, chiding myself for even entertaining the idea, but my fingers worked on autopilot as I wrote out a message. It was an impromptu decision, but aren’t they always?

I looked at the text onscreen, and the document I’d attached for him, and then I thought, fuck it. Why not? What harm could it do? Why not at least give it a try?

I hit send.