Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 126154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
I couldn’t call it for certain until I watched them outside as I went to book us a room.
Dean, whatever his real name is, is no stranger to my beautiful Amy. They’ve met before. I’d venture as far as to say they’re pretty well acquainted.
Which leaves me with a dilemma – to call them out and put an end to this dance, or push them as far as they’ll go to maintain their cover.
They don’t call me the puppet master without good reason.
I keep my mouth firmly shut as I lock that hotel room door behind me.
The minibar is a poor show compared to the one at Delaney’s. A couple of standard bottled spirits, some mineral water and some single glass-sized bottles of wine.
I pour a glass each for the two of them, and revert to mineral water.
“Amy has a fantasy,” I begin. “She wants to see me fuck another man, as I’m sure you’ve well gathered by now.”
Dean nods, takes his wine with a thanks.
Amy flashes me a smile that’s way too bright, then perches herself on the bed alongside him. Their shoulders are tense and rigid, the space between them a whole gulf of fucking awkwardness.
“The thing is,” I say to the pair of them. “I’ve a fantasy of my own.”
Oh the sweet delight as their eyes widen.
“A fantasy?” Amy asks.
I nod. “I hope we can all get what we’re looking for from this evening.”
I take a sip of water and neither of them says a word.
It’s Dean I hone in on first, I shoot him a smile that conveys nothing but that of a friendly stranger looking to get his rocks off. “I want you to fuck my girlfriend,” I tell him.
Amy squirms so hard she splashes wine onto her dress. “You didn’t say…” she begins but I shrug to cut her off.
“Another surprise,” I tell her. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” My laugh is low and loaded. “After all, you chose him.”
“But I…”
I close the distance and tip her face to mine. “I’ll fuck a stranger for you, you’ll fuck a stranger for me. I think that’s a fair exchange.”
Her pretty eyes are full of horror.
“He’s cute, right?” I mimic. “You said so yourself.”
“But I wasn’t…”
I turn my attention to the guy whose ass I’m going to pound. “You want both of us, of course. That’s why you came here.”
The kid is out of his depth. He doesn’t know where to fucking look. “I’m, uh… I thought this was a guy thing…”
“Oh, it will be,” I tell him. “Just as soon I’ve watched you fuck Amy.” I slap his shoulder. “I was her very first, you know. Offering her the experience of another man’s cock is the very least I can do. Variety is the spice of life, don’t they say?”
Amy leans towards me, reaches out a hand for mine. “I don’t need another man,” she says. “This is all about you.”
I drop to my knees to meet her eye to eye. “Indulge me. Call it another of my guilty pleasures.”
She can barely swallow. She looks petrified.
“No hard limits, remember?” I prompt, and I feel like an utter cunt, but I don’t care.
The look of pain in her eyes as she realises she’s still technically on the clock almost makes me change my mind. Almost.
I turn to Dean. “She’s got a gorgeous pussy, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the experience.”
“I’m gay,” he says, as though that matters shit to me right now.
I shrug. “I’m sure we’ll be able to get you hard. Don’t worry about a thing.”
But he is worried. He’s so fucking worried that their pathetic little front shrivels to nothing. They stare at each other in horror, and the cards are all stacked. I’m going to push this as far as it’ll fucking go.
“Don’t be shy,” I tell them. “We’re all strangers here. Just one crazy night, for the memories.”
I tug my tie loose and drape it over a chair, my jacket too.
I carefully unfasten my cufflinks and roll my sleeves up as though I’m preparing for hard labour, and Dean’s eyes widen, wondering what the fuck I’m planning.
“He’s gay,” Amy blusters. “We should find someone who isn’t… for me… if that’s what you want…”
I shake my head. “Right here, right now,” I insist. “I’ll give him a helping hand to get him nice and hard for you.”
She visibly flinches, and so does he.
“Is something wrong?” I ask. “You two seem… awkward.”
Amy tells me she’s good, so does Dean, and their fate is sealed.
I finish up my mineral water and take a seat on the bed between them. I pull them back by their shoulders, urging them to recline alongside me while I unbutton my shirt. You could cut the tension with a fucking knife.
I kiss Amy first. I kiss her so hard she squeaks into my mouth. I palm her pretty tits and tweak her nipple until she moans, and then my hand moves across to Dean.