“Fuck me, too,” she whined. “I want beads in my ass, too.”
It was hard not to fuck them both right there. God knows I wanted to, but I wasn’t ready to end playtime just yet. I just let my cock bounce and rub against their clits as I continued playing in the taller girl’s ass. She knew what was coming. She didn’t object as I slowly inserted a few beads into her ass. I licked her clit as they slid inside her. She moaned and wiggled her cunt against my face.
I was sure this was far more than what they expected the evening was going to be. Hell, it was more than I expected. However, they were in my world now and I was the one in control. I doled out the pleasure and pain. I said who could cum and when. They didn’t seem to mind. They just kept moaning and egging me on.
After I had all but a few beads in her ass, I licked her clit and slowly pulled out all the beads one by one. She moaned and gushed hot juices all over my face.
As soon as her orgasm was done, I stood up, removed one nipple clamp, sucking her nipple after I removed it. Again, she screamed with pleasure. I did the same to the next nipple. I slid my hand down to her sopping cunt and shoved two fingers inside her and started fingering her hard. With three fingers hammering into her, I pressed my thumb to her clit and forced another orgasm. After that, she was spent. I removed all the clamps and released her wrists. She lay peacefully on the bed and watched me give her friend the same pain and pleasures I’d given her.
We ended the night with me flat on my back and my big cock sticking up like a flagpole. They were both working my cock, pumping the long shaft, taking turns licking and sucking the head, kneading and sucking my balls, probing my tight asshole with their tongues and fingers. When I told them to watch me pop, they clenched their hands around the shaft and milked me like a machine. I shot hot ropes of milky cum three feet into the air. It splashed down over their hands onto my stomach and balls. The girls squealed and lapped it up like hungry kittens around a bowl of milk.
Yeah, bitches, good times…
I leaned against the railing and closed my eyes to breath in the warm night air. Yes, a nice woman to share this lovely rooftop terrace would be nice. Hell, it would be a perfect place to have some nice open-air sex. It was private, secluded, nice padded furniture, maybe drag a mattress out here, maybe just whip out my cock and jerk off into the night...
My cellphone ringing jarred me from my fantasy. I tugged the phone from my back pocket and saw Martin’s image on the screen. I slid to answer the call on speaker.
I leaned my elbows on the rail and said, “Hey, Martin.”
“I assume you got all checked in,” he said. “Need anything else? Is the place stocked with everything you need?”
“It’s stocked to perfection Martin,” I said with a sigh. “I appreciate you spending my money on such lavish digs, but you didn’t have to book the penthouse. I can sleep anywhere you know.”
“Yeah, right, like you’d be fine at Motel 6.”
“Well, maybe not that,” I said.
“Look, you just enjoy it and rest up so you kick ass on Good Morning Manhattan on Monday. I can’t be there, but I’ll be watching you online!”
“Okay, I’ll try not to fuck it up,” I said. The truth was, I’d been on TV more times than I could count. This should be a walk in the park.
I hung up with Martin and walked into the bedroom. I started to get undressed for bed, then realized I was too keyed up to sleep. And after thinking about the S&M session with the models, more than a little horny.
I made sure I had my cellphone and room key in my back pocket, then rode the private elevator down to the lobby bar. If I struck out there, I would pay a little visit to the sweet young thing who was still smiling at me from behind the front desk.
CHAPTER FIVE: Zoe
Mark’s voice was cold as ice when he answered the phone. It sent a chill down my spine when he said, “What?”
I cleared my throat and tried to force the nervousness out of my voice. “Hi, it’s me. I was hoping you’d have time to meet up for a few minutes tomorrow.”
“I think I said everything I needed to say the other night,” Mark said, sighing like he was bored. “So why don’t you just fuck off?”
I held out the phone and stared at the screen in awe. It would have been so easy to go ballistic on his ass at that moment, given the number of times he’d lied to me and jerked me around. But I knew that wouldn’t do anything but make a bad situation worse. I took a deep breath and forced myself to be calm. “Look, Mark, I know I shouldn’t have called you. And maybe I should have given you notice about the trip, but… well, I just thought maybe—”
“Maybe what, Zoe? Maybe I’d be over being lied to and hurt? Maybe I’d have calmed the fuck down enough to listen to your bullshit reasons and excuses? Give me a fucking break! Do you know how many times we’ve talked and how many chances you had to tell me that you were leaving New York for fucking Costa Rico for a month? Maybe you don’t, but I sure do!”
“I didn’t call to argue,” I said, my voice cracking despite my best efforts to be strong. “I just wanted to see you Mark. To explain and to apologize.”
“Fuck you and your apology,” he growled. “You never meant anything to me anyway. You were just some bitch I fucked.”
“You don’t mean that,” I said, my eyes welling with tears. I wasn’t sure what I expected from Mark, but it wasn’t this. I never expected this.
“I do mean it,” he said. He breathed heavy in my ear for a moment. “Goddammit, Zoe, why didn’t you just tell me? Why did I have to learn that you were leaving town in the goddamn literary column of the newspaper?”
“The publisher wasn’t supposed to issue a press release until next week,” I said, my voice pleading for understanding. “There was a mix-up in the PR department and the release went out early. I’m sorry, Mark, really, I was going to tell you. I would never hurt you that way. You must know that”
“Well, you did,” he huffed, sounding more and more like a hurt child than a scorned lover. “You hurt me more than you will ever know.”