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“You seemed to like this the first time,” I coo. “Want to see me finish this time around?” I ask, planting my feet on the cushions on either side so that I’m stretched wide.
With my eyes on Ben as he strokes his thick cock, I rub the flute through my wet folds, and then I flip it over and slowly push the metal instrument deep inside my wetness. This time, instead of pushing it in from the front, I use the back so that the finger pads used to play different notes caress me from the inside. It feels amazing as I shaft myself again and again with the gleaming metal instrument, enjoying the deep fuck.
“Oh god!” I cry. “Mmmm!”
But Ben’s a dirty asshole, and while fisting his shaft, he leans down to crouch in front of me before placing his lips to the metal hole of the flute and blowing out a few notes.
“Fuck, you sound and taste good,” he rasps before standing again. “But I need more, honey. I need in.”
Immediately, I move to pull the instrument out, but he fixes me with a look.
“No, don’t stop. Fuck yourself with the flute, and then use your other hand and rub your clit. I want to hear your wetness while you slam that flute in your pussy, hard and thorough.”
I obey and continue to drill myself with the instrument, enjoying the sounds of my slick wetness with each thrust. My sex clenches on the metal every time I thrust it inside myself, so greedy and needy that it’s hard to pull out, but I push through. Waves of pleasure surge through my body as I near the precipice.
“Mmmm!” I cry out. “Oh God, Ben!”
But he’s not done, not by a long shot. The couch suddenly dips down, and I open my eyes. The handsome billionaire has one foot on the sofa hovering over me, fiercely pumping his cock as the tip drips onto my breasts. His chest is heaving from his harsh breaths, and the leak is now a steady stream of fluid onto my skin.
“Open your mouth,” he rasps.
Smiling, I do as I’m told. I know what he wants, and sure enough, he pushes his cock deep into my throat until he bumps against the back. Then, the handsome man funnels his fingers through my raven tresses so that he can tilt my head back until I meet his eyes.
“Don’t stop fucking yourself. Do. Not. Stop. Understand?”
I give a slight nod because my mouth is otherwise preoccupied. With a satisfied nod, he starts pumping his hips then, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth while fisting my hair. It’s not long before Ben picks up the pace, fucking my face hard and fast. It’s so demeaning, and yet wonderful too. I choke a few times, saliva running down my chin but I want it and begin to move the flute in time with his thrusts, imagining his thick cock pounding me between my legs. Suddenly, my thighs tighten around the instrument, and with an ecstatic scream, my hips arch off the seat of the couch as my pussy quakes, hot jolts lancing through my sweetest spot.
“Mmfmfmf!” I let out in a garbled scream around his thrusting hardness, my eyes watering.
Meanwhile, Ben reaches fever pitch. He pushes my head down so far that my gag reflex begins to activate, but then pulls out quickly and strokes himself furiously a few more times.
“Oh fuck!” he shouts before a heavenly eruption of hot fluid hits my face. It shoots out, coating my nose, lips and throat, and dripping off my chin to spill over my breasts. The heated goop feels fantastic on my sensitive nipples and another ripple of climax rocks me, making my pussy clamp around the flute still buried deep inside. Meanwhile, Ben shoots a few more times, stroking himself as his chest and abs tense.
“Fuck!” he roars again, spurting new reams into my hair before pointing his tip at my breasts once more and letting go there. Hot fluid runs everywhere as I let out an echoing scream, my sensitive spot spasming pleasurably on the metal still buried inside.
It seems to go on forever, this dirty, unimaginably filthy session, but finally, we finish and stare at one another, me drenched in seed and his blue eyes dark.
“Are you okay, Michelle?” he breathes. I know what I look like. I’ve got male jism dripping everywhere, and my hair and lashes are even matted with the stuff. But that’s where being a Club Z hostess comes in. I nod saucily before pulling the flute from my pussy with a deep sucking sound. Then, I run my fingers over my body, smearing his warm seed into my skin before scooping some of it up and pushing it deep into my swollen slit. Ben’s blue eyes darken until they’re almost black, but he nods approvingly as a deep purr rumbles from his chest.
