Page 24 of The Unexpected

For a moment, no one moves. Then Hunter stands, fluid and controlled. He moves behind Stella’s chair, places both hands on her shoulders. She tilts her head up, lips parted.

He bends, mouth at her ear. “You’re going to be a good girl and show the pastor what I’ve taught you. What you’ve learned,” he says, voice pitched for her alone but loud enough that I catch it. “Let him see you in your glory.”

Her pulse jumps in her throat. “Do you mean we’re going to do that? In front of him?” she whispers, big breasts heaving.

Hunter grins like an animal.

“Yes exactly, sweetheart,” he rasps, cupping her chin while whispering in her ear. “Pastor O’Toole can only help us if he witnesses the act, and I want you to show the good pastor everything you’ve learned.”

Stella’s still for a moment, her curves trembling delicately. Then, she bends her golden head and assents. “Yes, Daddy,” she murmurs, and the words are more breath than sound. “Whatever you want.”

With an animalistic grin, Hunter draws the young blonde up by the wrist, not rushed, but with an inevitability that brooks no resistance. Stella rises, a little tremor in her posture, but otherwise game. She stands before me, big bust rising and falling, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Relax,” Hunter growls, and his hands find the tie at her waist. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart. You have nothing to hide.”

He undoes the knot slowly, then peels the dress away from her shoulders. It slips down, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a strapless bra and a pair of black lace panties. Her huge Double D’s strain against the cups, the fabric doing almost nothing to conceal her.

I am not made of stone. My own breath is sharper than I mean, and I will myself to remain clinical. To observe, to witness, not to participate. But the edge of it is too bright. Every sense is on fire, and my cock jerks in my pants.

Hunter grins, flashing sharp white teeth, and then unclasps the bra, lets it drop. Her Double D’s are a man’s wet dream, huge, ivory, and utterly suckable, with hard pink tips. I let out a gasp, and Hunter grins. He goes around to her back and palms her breasts, thumbs rolling over the nipples in slow circles. Stella’s head tips back, mouth open, a tiny sound escaping. Hunter keeps his gaze locked on me as he kneads her, talking into her hair.

“Show him how good you are at taking cock, little tease,” he murmurs. “Let him see what a horny slut you are.”

The words shock even me, but Stella’s whole body reacts. She shakes, just a little, then cups her breasts.

“Yes, Daddy,” she murmurs obediently. “I’ll do whatever you say. Use my body for your pleasure.”

Where the fuck are these words coming from? But I love the biddable fuckdoll aspect, and watch avidly as Hunter peels the panties down next, exposing her completely. She’s already wet; I see her pussy glistening even in the dim office light, and a long line of nectar connects her cunt lips to the gusset until it breaks in mid-air. He bends her over the arm of the leather chair, spreading her thighs, her hands gripping the edge.

Hunter undoes his belt, unzips, and frees himself. His cock is massive, thick and ruddy, and the sight of it makes my pulse thunder in my ears. He positions himself behind her, one hand guiding his length, the other gripping her hair.

“Are you ready to be a good girl?” he hums, stroking her bottom before squeezing it with a big hand. “Are you ready to show the pastor how much you can take?”

Stella can’t answer because he thrusts in one smooth stroke, bottoming out inside her. Stella cries out, the sound ragged and electric. “Oooh!” she wails breathlessly, big breasts shaking as she’s fucked. “Mmmm!”

The chair rocks with the force of their fucking, Hunter’s hard pistoning relentless, one big hand fisted in her hair. “Take it,” he growls. “Take all of it. Show the pastor how much you love being fucked by your step-uncle. Show how horny and slutty your little vag is for your uncle’s big cock.”

She moans, high and desperate, her whole body shuddering. I watch, transfixed, my own cock like iron and straining against my trousers. The scent in the room is sex and incense and salt.

“Mmm!” Stella cries out again, arching her back as Hunter slams into her wet cunt. “Oh oh oh!”

I move to stand behind Hunter, palming my cock, drawn by the intensity of the moment. From here, I see everything: the spread of her cheeks, the way Hunter’s cock pushes in and out of her creamy slit, thick and shiny, a trail of arousal dripping down her legs.

“Fuck,” he rasps, one big hand spreading her round butt cheeks to give me a better view of his big cock shuttling in and out of her creamy snatch. “Shit shit shit.”

That’s my sign. I want in because Stella’s far too gorgeous, and before I realize it, I reach forward and press two fingers to her clit, circling slow and deliberate.

“Ohhh!” she shrieks. “Mmmm! Oh oh oh!”

The touch is too much, and Stella soars over the edge. Her cunt clenches around Hunter’s cock, and I feel the shudder of her orgasm in my fingertips.

“Mmmm!” she squeals again, her pussy dissolving into a series of hard snaps. “Yes!”

“Oh shit,” Hunter rasps, his hips driving with urgent power now. The slap of their flesh rings out loud in the room, his face, neck and chest flushed a deep bronze. “Fuck!” he roars, the come shoot at the base of his penis pulsing. “Oh shit shit shit!”

With that, the alpha male empties himself inside her. He throws his head back, neck cords tight, abs straining as pulse after pulse of virile semen spurt into Stella’s creamy pussy, the young woman crying and shaking with her own ecstasy. Holy fuck, I’m so fucking aroused that I almost come myself, my hand on my pants.

But I don’t, and for a long moment, the office is silent but for their breathing, ragged and syncopated. With a low groan, Hunter withdraws, his cock reappearing inch by inch from Stella’s tiny hole, gleaming with her nectar. He tucks himself away, steps aside.