Chapter 3

As I came down from my orgasm I reached up and twisted my nipple, enjoying the small bite of pain.

“Fill me,” I whimpered to the man on top of me.

His head snapped up and met my eyes for the first time.

“You want my load slut?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, arching my body into his again so he could press deeper inside of me. I could feel his cockhead rubbing against my cervix, right where I wanted his cum.

“Where?” he grunted.

“Cunt,” I panted. “Deep in my cunt.”

He grunted and hunched his body into mine, his dick as deep as it could go as he thrust in with just his glutes. I felt his balls slapping against my wet asshole and started to pulse my pussy around his cock, trying to milk out his cum. I couldn’t wait to feel him spew his cum. I loved the feeling of a cock cumming inside of me. It was the best part of rutting.

“Please,” I begged. “Fill me up!”

He placed his hands on my knees and pushed them back towards the bed. He spread me as wide as I could be and thrust his cock deep inside my cunt. I felt his cock swell slightly and then winced as I felt the painful pressure of his cockhead against my cervix. And then ... heat and the rhythmic pulse of his shaft. He was cumming.

“Fuck yes!” I screamed, my pussy triggered into a massive orgasm, shaking with its intensity. My body instinctually needing to milk as much cum from him as possible.

“Oh yes, good girl!” I heard faintly from Claire, he and I out of breath from or climaxes.

My body limp and finally sated, I laid there unmoving as the bull pulled himself off of me. His cock making an obscene sucking noise as my pussy released its hold on it. Some warmth flowed out of me and I reached down to catch his cum. I used my hand to rub it into my pussy lips and clit as he got dressed next to the bed. Without a word he left and I closed my eyes. A nap sounded so good after a fuck like that.

“Eh hem Miss Donovan?” Came from the phone.

“Mmm yes Claire?” I said lazily, still rubbing the leaking cum into my used cunt.

“Would you like to schedule another servicing the same time tomorrow?”

“Actually, what do you have available for this afternoon?”

The Exhibitionists

It was a busy Friday night, the wall of screens across from my desk were all filled with guests in their rooms. Some alone, some not. Some engaged in ... activities, some simply watching television or eating a snack. Beside me, the phone rang again but my co-worker reached for it first.

“Guest Services, this is Taryn speaking,” she said smoothly into the receiver. “Mmm yes Mr. David, I can absolutely do that for you.”

I laughed softly. Taryn had one hell of a sexy operator voice. The fact was, I did too. After all, it was part of the job.