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I approached her, turning her by the shoulders to face Andy square on. “Look at him,” I said. “Isn’t he fucking beautiful?” She didn’t say a word, not even a peep. “Come on,” I said. “Don’t be shy. I’m happy to tell you how much I fucking like him like this, he’s quite the pretty boy, my dirty little slut.”
“I… don’t… I…”
“Topaz,” I said. “This isn’t an accident. I knew you’d be coming in here.”
She looked at me, dumbstruck. “I don’t understand…”
I left her side, walking behind Andy’s chair and placing my hands on his shoulders. “A gift,” I smiled. “For you, for him, for me. I don’t even know who it’s fucking for anymore.” I laughed at the absurd situation and felt the wetness pool between my legs.
“Faye… I…”
My tone snapped, harsh. “Topaz, do you want him or not? If you don’t, then go, I’ve made a mistake, but if you do want his gorgeous fucking cock you’d better sit yourself down on the edge of his fucking desk and stop blathering.”
Slowly, so slowly, with a face like beetroot, our sweet little pixie girl propped herself on Andy’s desk. She didn’t look at him, eyes glued to the floor as she twiddled with that fucking lip ring. I reached into my box of tricks and pulled out the pink glass dildo I’d chosen especially. It was thick, but not too thick, with a nice gentle curve to it. I handed it over, then returned to Andy. I wheeled him towards her, stopping when they were just a metre apart. His hands gripped the arms of his chair, so tight that his knuckles were white. He groaned, but his protestations were becoming weaker, especially when I reached down between his legs and found him hard as fucking rock. “I guess it’s game on,” I whispered.
I gestured Topaz further back onto the desk, then lifted her tiny feet to rest on his thighs. She screwed her eyes shut, but his were straight at me, daggers of pure fucking darkness. I smiled, then eased Topaz’s knees apart, spreading her thighs nice and wide for his viewing. Her short pleated skirt offered no privacy, granting him a prime view of her sparkly pink panties. They were extremely fucking cute, and they matched the dildo perfectly. I leaned against the desk beside her. “He wants to taste you,” I hissed. “Look how much his fucking mouth is watering.” It made me laugh, and I snaked an arm around her waist, another teasing at her tiny black crop top. “Don’t be shy,” I said. “It’s ok. He wants it, look at the bulge in his fucking pants.”
She let out a breath, and I could feel her heart racing against my palm. I plucked at the ribbons of her top, teasing down the fabric. She had tight little tits, and they spilled out of her bra so beautifully. Her nipples were pale, but hard, and her skin was a rainbow of colours. A winged bird breathed fire, rising from smoke and ash. It was beautiful. I flicked at her hard little nubs and she caught her breath. “Are you going to let him taste you?”
“I’m not sure…” she whispered.
I took her hand in mine, guided it between her legs. “Touch yourself,” I said. “Let him watch.”
Softly her fingers started moving, through her panties at first, so slowly that her movements were almost imperceptible. I watched Andy watching her, and although his head was angled back, and his knuckles were still angry and white, his eyes didn’t waver. I felt the spark in my own clit, buzzing with my own fucked-up need. Topaz grew braver, pulling her panties aside to reach her clit. “Here,” I said, dipping my fingers in Andy’s sopping mouth. “Make it nice and wet.” I used his spit to lube her up, then nudged the dildo in her free hand. She didn’t need telling again. She rubbed the glass against her clit, and then her eyes finally grew brave enough to meet his. Her nerves played a story across her face and it was so fucking beautiful and pure and innocently fucking filthy that it took my breath away. I clenched my thighs, fighting the urge to jump Andy’s fucking cock and ride him to orgasm.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Do it. Fuck yourself for him.”
She pushed the dildo inside her, letting out a moan as it penetrated. She worked it like a good girl, back and forth as he watched. I let her play until she was rocking her hips, her dainty little feet braced tight against Andy’s thighs. Then, I took it from her, raising it to my nose. It smelled of sweet young cunt.
“Open wide,” I laughed, forcing it inside Andy’s drooling mouth. I pushed it straight back against his throat, making him jerk and splutter before I eased up. I rolled it around his tongue, where he was sure to taste it, and sure enough his cock twitched in his pants. Good fucking boy. “Look at that, Topaz,” I smiled. “He fucking wants you.” I went for his belt, loosening it enough to pull his cock free. It sprang up proud, and her eyes widened. I tugged it in my grip, slapping the impressive fucking dick against my palm. “I know how much you want a piece of this,” I said. “Here it is, your one-night fantasy.”
She was shaking, adrenaline pummelling the shit out of her. I needed her to work some of it off, spring a little of the nerves out of her step. “Playroom two,” I said. “The medical gurney.”
She nodded. “You want that? In here?”
“If you would be so kind.”
I waited until she was well out of earshot before I landed a nice slow kiss at the corner of Andy’s mouth.
“I hope you’re ready for this,” I breathed. “It’s show time, the main act. And you, pretty boy, you filthy little cunt, you’d better be a good fucking boy for me, or it won’t be Topaz that’s riding that shiny pink dildo. It’ll be you.”
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Chapter Twelve
Andy
My stomach was tied in fucking knots. A tight ball of dread and rage and rancid pissing humiliation. My pulse thumped to the steady beat of anger, and all I really wanted was to burst my way out of those fucking cuffs and show that snotty little bitch who she was playing with. And yet my cock was hard; a throbbing stick of pure fucking betrayal, and there wasn’t shit I could do about it. I was dribbling again, lashings of spit spilling from the corners of my mouth, and there wasn’t shit I could do about that, either. Faye’s tongue was ready, always fucking ready. She lapped up the trail in one long, flat sweep of her tongue, then smacked her dirty fucking lips.
“Your mouth tastes of tight little Topaz pussy,” she whispered. “Isn’t she the sweetest little thing? I can’t wait to see her ride your cock, pretty boy. Just call me a fairy godmother. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll grant you a wish, too.”
I tried to blank out the truth, the truth that I’d been hard for Topaz’s sweet cunt, that I’d watched her play with that cute little clit and I’d wanted her. The truth that her perky little tits had made my dick throb, that the pressure of her dainty little feet against my thighs had made me want to flip her on her front and pound that fucking snatch until she regretted ever staying. I wanted her in a way I’d never even realised. She’d never even been on my radar, not once in the two years she’d been in front of my face every day, and yet here I was, tied to a chair with the taste of her sweet young cunt in my mouth, and a dick desperate to fuck the shit out of her.
So, what was the difference? Why now? Why at fucking all?
Faye fucking Devere was why. The twisted sparkle in her eyes, the sly little laugh of pure filth, the way she goaded, the way she bargained, the way her eyes glazed over at the thought of making me do the nasty little things she wanted me to do. Faye fucking Devere was a livewire of pure fucking filth. And I wanted her. Even the bits of her that drove me to fucking despair.
She took my cock in her hand and dipped her head. I felt her breath on me, and my balls tightened, my whole fucking cock tightened.
