Page 123 of Wish I Might
“Very,” another voice said.“But I’m feeling a little left out, here.”
“You’ll get your turn, Sawyer,” Ava replied, the words rumbling under Bailey’s busy mouth.She switched breasts, treating the second to the same fervent attention, humming happily as she suckled.“In the meantime, just enjoy the show.”
“Oh, we are.”That was T again.“You gonna fuck her?”
“In a minute,” Ava sighed.
Bailey kept sucking and nibbling, blissed out on boobies, then reluctantly lifted her head at the tug on her hair.More kisses, deeper and stronger.No longer exploratory, there was a purpose now, an end goal, and though Bailey didn’t think she was anywhere near another orgasm, her pussy clenched.
Ava broke the kiss, her bright eyes glazed with lust, lips swollen.“Lie down, little tart.”
Bailey obeyed, trailing her fingers over Ava’s skin as she did, loath to lose contact.Ava followed her down, kneeling between her spread thighs, the purple dildo bobbing obscenely between them.Ava glanced at Nash.“You got any lube, handsome?”
T, standing on the other side of the bed, snorted.“Like you need any.That slut is fucking soaked.”
Bailey blushed, knowing it was true.Knowing they could all see just how turned on she was, being used like this.
“I know that, T,” Ava said drily and winked at Bailey.“I just had my face in that sloppy cunt, didn’t I?But I want lube.”
Nash stepped forward, a bottle of his hand.“I’ve got this.”
Ava eyed it critically, then nodded.“That’ll do.”
She took the bottle and flipped open the top, the click loud to Bailey’s embarrassed ears.Ava poured some into her hand, then passed it back to Nash.“Keep it handy,” she told him, then stroked the viscous liquid over her fake dick.
When it was shiny and slick in the flickering candlelight, she leaned forward and snagged a pillow from the head of the bed.“Lift up,” she told Bailey, and when Bailey obeyed, shoved the pillow under her hips.
She lay there, her ass propped up on a pillow, legs spread wide and pussy open so this beautiful woman could fuck her with a fake purple penis while her ex-boyfriend and two strange men looked on.
It was the single hottest moment of her life.
“You love this, don’t you, love?”Ava murmured, stroking her fake dick, the slick, wet sound underscoring the words.“You fucking love being on display like this, knowing you’re gonna get fucked, get used.By me, by all of us.”
Bailey swallowed, unsure if she was supposed to answer.Unsure if she could.
Ava stopped stroking to slap the tender inside of Bailey’s thigh.“I asked you a question, little tart.”
Thigh burning, heart pounding, Bailley nodded frantically.“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I love it.”
She slapped the other thigh, the sharp sound like a shot in the quiet room.“What do you love?”
Bailey wanted to writhe against the pain.“Being used.”
Slap.“By all of us.”
“By all of you.”
“You’d do it if there were fifty people here,” Ava said, peppering Bailey’s thighs with slaps now.Taps, really, they didn’t hurt, but there were so many, one after the other, sensation piling on top of sensation, she couldn’t keep up.“A hundred.Because you’re what?”
“A slut.”Dizzy, aching, Bailey clenched her fists in the sheet under her.“A filthy, dirty, depraved slut.”
“There you go,” Ava crooned, her hands stroking now instead of slapping, soothing instead of striking.She slid them up Bailey’s torso, over her breasts, to up her face.“There you go, that’s a good girl.That’s a good slut.”
She laid her lips on Bailey’s, soft and sweet.“I’m going to fuck you now, slut.Because it’s what you need.”
