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Grabbing the Kindle with one hand, I slide the other one under my skirt and then flick my thong to the side. Pressing down on my clit with two fingers, I start rubbing myself as the bullet pulses steady inside of me, each time it vibrates making me feel as if I’m stepping on a live wire.
Tired of keeping the fabric of my thong out of the way, I take my fingers out of my clit and push my underwear down my legs. I let it fall on the floor and, spreading my legs, I go back to my clit.
The sex scene I’m reading has two tall, gorgeous men fucking a woman, their huge cocks filling her holes. I grit my teeth, breathing hard as I imagine it happening to me, and I feel a sickening pressure building inside my skull. My heart pumps boiling blood fast, and I’m so wet right now that my fluids are dripping down my inner thighs and staining the recliner.
"Oh…" I moan, swallowing hard as my insides start to clench, my inner walls becoming tighter around the vibrating bullet.
As good as this is, I can’t help but imagine how it would be for the scene I’m reading to turn into reality. Bring me a sex genie right now, because I already know what my three wishes are going to be.
"Oh, fuck, fuck," I breathe out, the Kindle slipping out of my fingers and falling between my legs. I grit my teeth harder and, closing my eyes, arch my back as the bullet sends thunder and fire up my spine.
I squirm in place, pressing my legs together as I imagine two huge cocks hardening just for me, ravaging me so hard that I can’t even think straight. I rub my clit as fast as I can and the bullet reaches the zenith of its intensity, sending a jolt of ecstasy straight into my brain.
"OH GOD!" I moan loudly, not caring if any of my neighbors can hear me right now; I make sex toys for a living, it’s not like I have a reputation to safeguard. My muscles twitch and spasm, my back arched as I burn from the inside out.
For a moment my mind goes blank, not a single thought disturbing the here and now. Pleasure blankets me, wrapping itself around me like a long-lost lover, and I finally sigh heavily, my body relaxing at once.
I laugh to myself, opening my eyes and looking at the New York skyline, its jagged buildings casting their shadows over the grid of streets underneath them. I gaze at the rectangular glass slits on the skyscrapers, wondering how many people are having sex right now. How many of them are masturbating? And how many of them are using my toys?
I once read somewhere that around 250 million people have sex per day. That’s a lot of sex, if you think about it, but right now I’m thinking about the countless women that don’t have a man (or have a subpar one). They’re the reason I founded Dirty Lil’ Angels, because every women needs a friend called Pleasure.
I go up to my feet and walk over to the edge of the balcony, resting my hands over the rails. I close my eyes and breath in the New York atmosphere, feeling as alive as I’ve ever felt.
It feels good to be in control of my destiny, to be the one in charge of my own life. But there’s something in the air, as if the breeze carries the whispers of destiny straight into my ears.
Your life’s going to change, the wind seems to say. And you know what? I believe it. I really do.
Sloane
SLAP!
That's the sound that reverberates throughout the room as my hand makes contact with the fleshy ass cheek of Cindy.
Why did my hand make contact with her ass cheek?
I think the better question you want to ask yourself is why Cindy, my intern, is bent over my desk. Why her panties are casually strewn on the floor, and her short little skirt unzipped and on the floor. Why my pants are around my ankles with my fucking boxer briefs.
And why is my cock going in and out of her at a furious clip, making her gasp and moan like a fucking whore.
Don't roll your eyes at me, darlin'. Those moans coming out of her mouth are positively whorish.
"Oh fuck yeah, baby, fuck me just like that," Cindy groans out right at this moment. See? I told you. Is that the way younger interns talk to their managers nowadays? Is that just the new culture for kids these days?
Then, to leave no doubt in mind, she lets out a loud, "Unghhh, your cock is stretching my pussy out so good."
I seriously can't fucking make this up. Instead, I focus on pistoning my thick cock in and out of her.
Don't be shy. You can take a look if you want. Yeah, that's my cock. All men have them, so you can stare. But make sure you open your eyes wide, baby, because while all men might have cocks, they don't have what I'm packing down there.
See how it's slicked with pussy juice? Well, that's because my cock has literally ravaged Cindy's pussy with pleasure. In a few more minutes she won't be able to do much more than grunt and groan. She'll be a quivering fucking mass of flesh because of my cock. It's 12 fucking inches of lust muscle. Pussy pleasing power. Fuckpole.
Whatever you want to call it, I got it.
Of course, if you were in this room
, you'd be staring at my cock and touching yourself. But you know what would really be getting you taking off your panties and sitting down on the couch across from my desk, spreading your legs and showing me as you stroked your pussy?
My fucking body.
