Pearl must have approved of my show of gratitude because I quickly find myself bent back over the spanking bench. Followed short moments later by my husband’s cock being driven deep into my throat, making me gag. Seconds before I feel Pearl’s hands on my ass and the strap on being driven into my pussy. The double assault is something that I could get use to and I am brought a deeper understanding of how Pearl must feel being together with her husbands.
Bringing me to orgasm a second time while having my husband come down my throat leaves me complete and utterly drained, which Pearl senses in a moment. Pulling out of me with a pop, she takes the plug out of my ass quickly. Wrapping me in a blanket before my husband grabs me up and brings me to the couch nearest the stage.
All I hear as I come down from the intense pleasure I have felt is murmurs from the crowd that has gathered to watch us. Saying how beautiful the scene was and how the Master’s Pet and her Sweet thing are treasures to be sure.
As I am drifting off in my husband’s arms with our friends close by, I am jolted out of my rest from a piercing pain and then a stream of water coming out of me.
Our babe, it seems, has decided to make an early entry into our lives.
The End
Until the next time.
Deserving More
Winter Travers
Deserving More
Mickey
Son of a bitch, that asshole wasn’t here. I had called him half an hour ago thinking that would give him enough time to haul his lazy ass over here to give me a ride home, but I was obviously wrong. I grabbed my purse that was slung over my shoulder and pulled out my wallet except all I pulled out was a wad of bills. “Fuck.” I had paid the electricity bill today and instead of putting my wallet back in my purse, I had shoved the bills in there instead. “Real fucking smart, Mick,” I mumbled to myself as I shoved them back into my purse. A lot of good those were going to do me.
The only option I had left was to either walk home or sprint to the bus stop to catch the last bus of the night. The bus stop was over three blocks away, and my feet were protesting just standing up.
I looked around the parking lot hoping to see a customer who could give me a ride home, but I wasn’t so lucky. I hobbled over to the cracked sidewalk and slipped my shoes off. Walking barefoot was better than walking another step in these man-made torture devices. After I gingerly bent over and scooped them off of the sidewalk, they dangled from my fingertips, and I started the two-mile walk home. I never really thought that I lived that far from The Low Down, but now that I had to walk, I second guessed my earlier thought that I lived close.
Four cars buzzed by, none of them slowing down as I casually strolled down the sidewalk silently killing Jay in my mind. I don’t know why the hell I kept going back to him. It wasn’t like he treated me right at all. I just seemed to keep going back to him because I didn’t have anywhere else to go. Jay and I had broken up a month ago, but I still saw him once or twice a week, granted at least one of those times he asked me for money, and he looked high off his ass. I sure did know how to pick ‘em.
Headlights bounced off of me and I waited for the car to pass but they didn’t. I glanced over my shoulder as I heard the roar of a motorcycle and expected to see Ricki coming to my rescue. I couldn’t see who was on the bike so I turned around and squinted into the light. I cupped my hand over my eyes, but there was no way I could see who it was. The bike stopped, the person putting their feet on the ground and the light shining to the right as they let the handlebars go.
“You wanna tell me why in the hell you are walking down a deserted fucking road at two o’fucking clock in the morning barefoot?”
Aw, hell. It was Raider. At the sound of his voice, I took a step back and spun around. I was terrified of Raider but not for the reasons you would think.
Raider scared the living hell out of me because he saw me for who I really was and that right there was enough to make me tuck my tail and run.
“You can run all the way home, Mick, or you can get on the back of my bike. Either way, I’m not going anywhere.”
I shook my head and sighed. I knew he wasn’t lying. If I decided to walk, Raider would follow me the whole way home so I might as well just get a ride with him and get home faster so then he could get lost.
“Just home, nowhere else,” I called, my back still turned to him.
“Home, nowhere else. Scouts honor.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I turned around and crossed my arms over my chest. “If you were a scout, Raid, then I was a nun in a past life.”
“Now that, right there, is a picture in my head I’ll never be able to forget. Seducing the young virginal nun.”
“Well, I know for a fact that you’re not talking about me because I am far from being a nun or virginal.”
“It’s all about the fantasy, baby.”
“And now you really expect me to get on your bike with you?” Not only was I terrified of Raider, but I was also scared shitless of being on the back of a motorcycle. Ricki, my boss and good friend, had always tried to get me on the back of her bike, but I never did. I much preferred doors and a roof when I was going sixty miles an hour down the road.