Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I heard Tomas’ voice from behind me. “She’s ready, Lucas. This tight little asshole is as prepared as it’s going to be.”
Lucas gave a few final, deep thrusts into my mouth before slowly withdrawing. I gasped for air as he pulled out, a mixture of saliva and pre-cum trailing from my lips to the tip of his cock. He ran a thumb over my lower lip, his eyes dark with desire.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now it’s time for your real training to begin.”
I whimpered softly as Lucas moved around behind me, his absence leaving me feeling strangely bereft. But I didn’t have long to dwell on the feeling. The team shifted, moving to stand in front of me. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of their impressive erections, each one hard and straining, mere inches from my face.
I felt Lucas’ hands on my hips, his grip firm and possessive. “This little slut isn’t permitted to come without permission,” he told the team. “Isn’t that right, ma petite salope?”
I nodded frantically, my voice barely above a whisper as I replied, “Oui, Monsieur.”
Without further warning, Lucas thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. I cried out at the sudden fullness, my inner walls clenching around his thick shaft. He set a punishing pace, fucking hard and fast, using me brutally for his cock’s enjoyment.
Lucas’ powerful thrusts shook my entire body, the bench creaking beneath us. Each stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through me, my sensitive walls clinging to his thick shaft as he withdrew only to be stretched wide again as he plunged back in. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, punctuated by my desperate moans and Lucas’ grunts of exertion.
“Look at how eagerly she takes my cock,” Lucas growled to the team. “Such a greedy little cunt.”
I flushed with shame at his crude words, but I couldn’t deny their truth. My body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, my inner walls fluttering and clenching around Lucas’ rigid length.
“Remember, little slut,” Lucas panted, never slowing his relentless pace, “no coming without permission.”
The team murmured their appreciation, their hands moving faster over their straining erections as they watched Lucas use me so thoroughly. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the atmosphere electric with lust and anticipation.
I could feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me. I bit my lip hard, trying desperately to hold back the flood. But Lucas seemed determined to push me to my limits. His fingers found my clit, circling the sensitive bud with practiced skill.
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice high and desperate. “Please, Monsieur, I need to come. Please let me come!”
Lucas’ fingers continued their merciless assault on my clit as he pounded into me. “Not yet, ma chère,” he growled. “You haven’t earned it.”
I sobbed in frustration, my body trembling on the edge of release. Every thrust sent jolts of pleasure through me, building and building with nowhere to go. I could feel sweat beading on my skin, my muscles clenching and unclenching as I fought against my impending orgasm.
“Please,” I begged again, tears streaming down my face. “I’ll do anything. Just let me come. Please, Monsieur!”
Lucas’ rhythm faltered for a moment, and I sensed him looking at the team. “What do you think, gentlemen? Has our naughty girl earned her release?”
A chorus of agreement filled the air, making me moan with need even as my cheeks flushed with humiliation.
“Very well,” Lucas said, his voice husky with arousal. “Come for me, Alice. Come now.”
As if my body had been waiting for his command, pleasure exploded through me. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as I came, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around Lucas’ thick shaft. I cried out, beyond caring how wanton I sounded.
“Oh God, oh God, thank you, Monsieur,” I half whispered, half moaned. “Thank you… thank you…”
Lucas’ grip on my hips tightened as he rode out my orgasm, his thrusts becoming erratic. Just as the last aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me, he suddenly withdrew, leaving me feeling achingly empty.
“Now for the final lesson,” Lucas growled, his voice thick with lust.
I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against the prepared entrance of my whipped bottom. Despite the careful stretching, I wasn’t sure I could take him. He felt impossibly huge, the pressure already intense before he’d even breached me.
“Relax, ma chère,” Lucas commanded, his voice stern and demanding.
I tried to obey, to relax my muscles as Lucas began to push inside me. But the stretch was overwhelming, a burning pressure that made me gasp and whimper. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as the thick head of his cock began to impale my still nearly virgin bottom.