STRIPPED (The Slate Brothers 3)

I widen my eyes, but obey. Just behind the curtain there’s a thick comforter that smells like laundry detergent. I retrieve it, and spread it out on the stage per Tyson’s command. Is this really happening? Is he going to have me suck his cock right here, on stage? He must see the question in my eyes, because he steps forward and guides me to kneeling in front of him, rubbing his hands against the back of my head, clearly fighting the urge to press my face forward against his cock.

“Would you like my cock in your mouth again, Anna?” he asks. I nod, and he unbuttons his pants. I grasp them and tug them down along with his boxers, then eagerly guide the head of his cock to my lips. He groans as I kiss him there, licking at the salt-sweet pre-come that’s already rising. He’s still never come with me, and the need to make it happen has become almost primal.

“Go on,” he says. “Suck me.”

I nod, and open my lips to pull him in. The head of his cock rubs against the back of my throat, and I push my tongue up against the underside, then begin to pump my mouth up and down. He moans and pulls at my hair in need, in desperation. He wants to pound into my mouth, I can tell, but I can’t fit all of him despite my best efforts.

“You’re so good at this,” he says, shaking his head, speaking in a guttural, thick voice. “Not nearly as scared of my cock as you used to be, are you?”

“No,” I say through a gasped breath, then prepare to plunge him back past my lips again. He reaches forward though, placing a hand on my shoulder to stop me. Tyson then pulls his shirt off and steps out of his pants entirely, so he’s as fully naked as I am.

“Stand up,” he says, and I scramble to do so. He reaches down and slides a hand between my legs, massaging my whole pussy, smiling when he feels my dampness soak through my panties. “Look at that,” he muses in a whisper. “So wet, so soon.”

“You do that to me,” I answer, blushing a little.

He then hooks a finger through the crotch of my panties and in one sharp movement, yanks back. The seams give, and I yelp when I realize he’s torn them straight off my body. He tosses them aside without looking where they land.

“Anna,” he says sternly. “I’m going to fuck you tonight.”

“Oh,” I say, startled, scared, delighted— how are there so many emotions coursing through me all at once? I immediately begin to breathe faster, and my heart pounds against my chest so hard that surely he can see my skin jumping with each beat.

“I’m going to try to go easy on you, since it’s your first time,” he says, letting a hand rest on my shoulder, then running it down so he can cup my breast. He rubs a thumb across my nipple, and I shudder in delight. “I’m going to try. But you’ve got such a tight little pussy, sweetheart. Such a tight little virgin pussy.” He practically hums this, pulling his hand down and massaging my clit as he speaks. I moan and nearly lose my balance, falling against him.

“You’re ready though, aren’t you? You’re ready to take my cock,” he asks, ducking his mouth close to my ear.

“Yes. Please,” I gasp as he continues to rub at my clit. He then slides his hand back to slip a finger into my pussy. I moan and lift up, trying to give him better access. He responds by slipping another finger into my slit, and then scooping me up into his arms. He lowers me to the floor, on the comforter, then kisses me deeply. I open my mouth so he can lick at my tongue with his, reaching down with both hands to grab hold of his cock when I feel it against my stomach. It’s doing this that renews my fears— his cock is so big. There’s no way my pussy can take him in.

“Tyson,” I stammer, looking down. “You’re so big.”

“Yes,” he says. “But you’ll be fine.”

“You really think I can take it all in?” I ask, voice wavering.

“I know it,” he says, and raises up. He leans back and pulls a condom from his pants pocket, tearing it open and encouraging me to watch as he slides it down his cock. It only serves to make him look thicker, the bottom of the latex straining at his shaft. He then turns over to lie on his back, which I didn’t expect. “Get on top of me, Anna.”

I bite my lip, the heat in my pussy reaching inferno levels. I want him in me, I want to feel him stretching at me, I want to feel him taking me. I’m too scared to move though. Tyson takes my hand and guides me toward him, then nudges my left leg until I swing it over his waist. He watches my face as he reaches down and lifts his cock, lining it up with my bare pussy. I moan with pleasure at the feeling of him there, at the anticipation, at the need.