*
Miles could see she had already submitted.
"He said you let some old guy feel you up," he went on, slowly stroking back down and then feeling up a little further until his fingers brushed the bare lips of her pussy.
Sarah's hand moved to his hair. It seemed an involuntary action, more to steady herself than to encourage him, but in that she clawed her fingers into his scalp.
Miles slipped his right hand up the back of her thigh again, and that time he parted her labia and ran the tip of his finger through the soft, damp opening.
"So, I was wondering if your fiancé knows that other men are allowed to feel your tits…. Does he know that?" he asked, slicing his finger tip through her folds again.
Sarah shook her head. "No, he doesn’t know," she uttered, rolling her hips and trying to force more contact with his fingers.
He looked down at her legs. His face was level with her crotch, and he softly blew against her thighs, holding her hip with his left hand, and with his right he still gently worked her slippery folds but without allowing his fingers to penetrate.
He looked up at her again. Her eyes were closed, and bubbly dripped from her fingers where they were clutching the stem of the glass. He lowered his head and spoke into the hem of her little nightie. "You know? They say an engaged woman's juices are even sweeter."
Sarah gripped his head and pulled him closer.
"Is it true, Sarah? Should I taste you and see?" Miles went on, kissing her tiny patch of hair with the hem of her little nightie lifting upon his nose. He extended his tongue and cut the tip of it through her, tasting the hot fluid that was seeping from her, and very softly licking into her folds.
She tensed and her body shuddered. Her hand pressed firmly against the back of his head, and bubbly slurped onto the carpet next to him.
Miles went to work on her. He slid down off the coffee table and edged his shoulder between her legs. He turned his head all the way around so he could eat her without touching her clit. He could see it was swollen and ripe for attention, but he wanted to taste her first, and he tongued her folds slowly and deliberately while she writhed down against his face.
He worked her until she started to pant, then he turned his head again and sucked on her clit hard while forcing two fingers up her. And he then started fucking her with his fingers, with her juices virtually gushing into his mouth, and he only stopped sucking her swollen little button long enough to swallow.
Her inner-walls were loose and open, but they soon began to clamp around him, so he forced his fingers as far up her as he could and lapped greedily at her clit until her entire body tensed and convulsed. He held her firmly while she came. He lifted his head to her belly and pressed it there while she clung to it, and he kept his fingers firmly up inside of her while holding her around the waist with his other arm.
He held her until she came down, then he carefully removed his fingers from her and sat back up on the coffee table with her body rocking against him. The glass was still clutched in her hand. It was empty and resting upon his shoulder. Her other hand was still in his hair, and her soft little fingers were twirling absently.
He held her like that for a moment then looked up from her belly. "I'm going to fuck you now," he said to her.
*
"Okay," Sarah uttered softly. There was no question this man had rights to service her after making her cum like that.
Miles took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She followed with her mind still floating around somewhere. He took the glass off her and sat her on the bed then started taking his shirt and shoes off.
“Take that off and let me see your tits," he said, and Sarah felt herself blushing.
In spite of what had just happened she felt shy about exposing herself completely, but she did as he had said. She peeled her little nightie off and, at his insistence, she edged back and lay down across the middle of the bed.
He'd removed his shirt, and he opened his trousers and pulled them and his boxers to the floor. He stood with an erection levering at his waist, and Sarah watched it as he climbed onto the bed between her legs. He held it in one hand and felt her opening with the other, pushing a finger up into her then spreading her juices. "Is it okay if I cum in you?" he asked, pushing his finger back up into her.
There was no way Sarah would deny him the privilege of depositing his semen in her. She wouldn’t dream of saying no to that. She quickly nodded her response, and he smiled. Then he removed his finger, again smearing her juices, and he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy. It slipped in easily, and he rocked forward, impaling her with it.
Sarah felt her legs being forced open as his cock started to thrust in and out. She'd been dazed, with her thoughts foggy and disjointed, but the feel of him growing harder and the force of his powerful shoulder beneath her chin, and with the feel of his broad, hairy chest rubbing against her nipples, her body had begun to awaken.
She started moving against his thrusts, mashing her wetness against his pubic bone and splitting herself open to allow him deeper penetration. The first twinkle of ecstasy danced within her, but just as it did he speared his cock right up into her and she felt him buck and tense.
She just waited. His powerful body was rigid and quivering, and she knew he needed her to be still. And then she felt his cock start to throb, and she lay there and accepted his seed. His cock pulsed a few times and he rolled his hips and forced it up her again. Then she felt his hot semen flooding around it as it quickly softened.
*
At twenty, Miles could have kept going – as he felt she'd wanted, but at forty-seven he was exhausted.
He rolled off and collapsed flat on his back beside her. He took a moment to catch his breath. "You spilled your drink," he said lightly, and Sarah smiled.
*
She was pleased to immediately have something so silly to think about.
"Would you like another?" Miles asked, leaning up on an elbow and grinning down at her.
"Okay," she answered, and she watched him pull his shorts and trousers back up. He then gathered his shoes and shirt and left her there.
She lay for a moment collecting her thoughts. She went through the events in her mind – first wondering how it had happened, then slipping her hand down to feel her sopping little pussy while she thought of him beneath her and working his tongue over her clit.
She sat up and found a fresh pair of panties in the nightstand drawer and pulled them on. She smoothed them and checked in the mirror then lifted her little nightie and straightened it.
"Don't cover your tits," Miles said from the doorway. "Come out and let me look at them while we talk," he added, and he beckoned for her to follow.
Sarah hesitated. She felt naked all of a sudden, but she dropped the nightie on the bed and followed after him.
Miles was sitting on the sofa, and she approached and sat beside him. He'd poured her bubbly, and she had a sip and looked down at herself, still feeling a little self-conscious.
"Do you want to sit around a bit so I can see them better?" he said to her, touching her arm.
She blushed and shifted to the side, lifting her legs up onto the sofa. "Like that?" she asked softly.
"Yeah, that's better," he said and casually felt her, cupping her left breast and squeezing it a little.
"You know, Barry, the old guy with me at the beach this morning, he said he got a look at your tits after I'd gone. He was pretty happy about it."
Sarah didn't respond right away. She watched Miles feel her breast, then she lifted her arm out of the way while he felt the other one. "I knew you were watching me," she said shyly.
"You did? And you let us have a look, anyway?" Miles grinned, and Sarah glanced up and nodded, but she had to look away. He then sat back, and she had another sip of her bubbly.
"Yeah, old Barry's a good friend of mine. And there's a few other guys who've been watching you too," Miles went on easily, stroking from her ankle to her knee and
back again, and applying just a little pressure to move her leg aside as he spoke.
He waited a moment before continuing. "Have you ever been with more than one man?" he then asked, and Sarah blushed and tried to meet his eyes but couldn't.
She felt his eyes on her crotch. Her little panties were damp from where his cum had been leaking out of her and soaking into them. She glanced up at him but only for an instant. Her heart was pounding as she fought to get the words out. "Do you want me to take them off?" she managed to utter, and she felt her face go bright red as she finally met his eyes.
"Definitely!" Miles grinned, and Sarah couldn't help her smile. It was a nervous smile, but it released the tension, and she suddenly found herself in a new place.
She stood and peeled down her panties and stepped out of them then nestled back on the sofa. Miles was staring at her crotch and she allowed him to move her leg aside again.
"Should I lay back a bit so you can see me?" she asked him.
The new place she had found was beyond embarrassment. It was as if she'd taken a final step and was then fully clothed, looking at herself naked on the sofa. Modesty was no longer necessary, and she watched Miles' face as she slipped forward a bit and leaned back. Her legs were bent up and resting against the back of the sofa. Miles had shifted around a little to be facing her with his arm along the backrest, and with his left hand he was stroking her knee.
Sarah still watched his face. He soon got around to moving her knee aside and having another look between her legs. He grinned and met her eyes. "Is it all sloppy?"
She was still capable of a little blush. "I don't know. I feel a bit sticky from you."
He trailed the back of his fingers down her inner-thigh, stroking gently and opening her legs a little more. Then he softly pressed against her pussy, allowing the tip of his middle finger to work its way into her folds.
"Hmm, that is kind of sticky," he said, smiling and meeting Sarah's eyes again.
"You can use some oil if you want to finger me," she said to him, but she didn't recognize her own voice anymore. She'd motioned to the bag from the toy shop, which was over against the wall.
He went and grabbed it, looking inside. She saw him grin, then his hand emerged from the bag clutching her dildo and the bottle of oil.
"Well, what have we here?" Miles asked, and Sarah giggled as his eyes rolled from the dildo to meet hers.
"I don't know," she lied softly, wriggling a bit as he crawled towards her on his knees. "Whatever it is it must be broken because it doesn't work very well," she added.
"Well I'm not surprised. But it's not because it's broken," Miles began explaining. He was kneeling beside her by then, and he was rolling the dildo around, inspecting it quite seriously.
"The thing is – these are apparently just like a hand job. They're okay, but they work so much better if someone else has control."
"Oh, really?" Sarah giggled again. He was looking her over like he was wondering where to begin.
She'd straightened her legs, and he rested the dildo between her thighs. He then placed his hand on her knee and stroked up over her little bush and down her other thigh. "So I've heard, but I think we need to test that theory to know for sure." His voice was deeper and softer. The amusement had vanished from his tone, and as his hand swept over her bush again, he pressed more firmly, and Sarah gripped the arm of the sofa behind her head.
Miles bent to a nipple and sucked it in. He abandoned her legs and left the dildo resting between them as he cupped her other tit and massaged it firmly. "Do you want me to fuck you with it?" he asked, looking up from her nipple.
"Uh huh," Sarah uttered, gripping the arm of the sofa like she was tied to it, and arching her tits up for him while the dildo slipped a little between her legs.
The head of the thing was a few inches away from her pussy, and the thick, round base was wedged between her thighs. She held it there while the older man suckled her breast and started working his big hand into her side and around to her lower back, rubbing and moulding her flesh in stark contrast to the tender ministrations of his tongue and lips.
He kept at her – sucking on her tit and rubbing and massaging all over her lower body, working her hips and her belly, pressing into the soft skin over her ribs and raking his fingers down her spine.
Her head was arched back, and he ate into her neck, mauling her then licking his way back to her other tit before sucking that nipple in and working his hand beneath her thigh – gripping it and forcing his fingertips into the flesh of her vulva but avoiding the ache that had formed inside.
*
Miles could feel her heat and the promise of moisture, but he felt on the floor for the bottle of oil, anyway. He'd slowed his actions, delicately suckling her nipple and nuzzling into her tit with his nose and chin. Her body was arching up to find his hand, and he lightly removed the dildo from between her thighs. He moved back to the other tit so he could turn his head, and he suckled that nipple while flipping the cap on the bottle of oil.
Sarah's legs had splayed open, but she was still and her breathing was beginning to settle. Miles tipped the bottle and squirted oil onto her mound, and it leaked down between the folds of her pussy causing her pelvis to roll in anticipation.
"Do you want it yet?" Miles asked softly – teasingly.
He'd put the bottle down, and he reached beneath her leg with the dildo in his hand. Her tit was quivering against his lips, and her pelvis was slowly gyrating her crotch against the cool air.
He touched the head of the dildo ever so gently against her slit and made her work the oil into it with her pussy lips. He could feel the weight of her against the tip, and he allowed her to open her lips over it but nothing more.
Her body jerked and her tit wobbled against his face. An almost inaudible little moan had escaped upon her breath, and he waited another few seconds, then with a single, slow, fluid action, he forced the entire length of the dildo up inside of her.
“Oh, God!”
Her body convulsed, and her fingernails were suddenly digging into his shoulder. Her head was arched right back against the arm of the sofa, and her neck was exposed. He ate into it, sucking and mauling again while he slowly fucked her with the dildo.
He used only a short thrust. He would withdraw a few inches then force it back in, opening her with the big, round base and mashing the ribbed bridge of the thing against her clit. He fucked her steadily and relentlessly, keeping her full of the thick shaft and matching the rotations of her pelvis with short, deliberate thrusts.
He had ended his attack upon her neck and moved to her ear. "Do you like that?" he breathed, and he broke his action to withdraw most of the length of the dildo then thrust it back up her again. "Do you like being fucked with a big rubber cock?" he groaned into her hair, and he pulled it back and rammed it in again, but that time she just braced. The rotations of her hips had ceased, and she held to the arm of the sofa while he started spearing the thing in and out of her. He could sense her orgasm building, and he worked the shaft like the rod of a piston – searing her inner walls and driving her close to a convulsion. And her body lifted and held, and he went at her harder and faster until she writhed and moaned and suddenly clamped herself around his hand.
She collapsed with his arm twisted and being crushed between her thighs and with the dildo firmly wedged up inside her pussy. Her delicate frame convulsed again and again, and slowly the magnitude of her convulsions ebbed away until she was left panting and smiling up at him.
Miles carefully eased the dildo from inside of her. Then he pushed the coffee table back out of the way and freed his cock.
"Down here," he said to her. "Bend over the sofa for me."
*
Sarah obeyed him. She could see he was rigid, the head of his cock swollen and dribbling. She rolled off the sofa and bent over it – offering herself. Her own needs had been sated, but she was prepared to accept another load of cum. And it occurred to her that way. It wasn't mutual righ
t then. She was just going to allow him to get off inside of her, and the thought of it made her cheeks redden once more.
She watched back over her shoulder while he felt her opening and positioned himself. He was then humping against her and mashing his balls into her sopping pussy. He fucked her like she was a bitch in heat and pumped his seed as deep inside of her as he could.
He then collapsed over her back with his spent cock slipping out of her. "I want you to let some of the other guys have a turn now," he whispered into her ear. "A few of them are down in the bar, and I want you to let them fuck you."
"How many are there?" Sarah asked softly. She'd been thinking about it since he'd first mentioned them.
"I don't know. It depends who's still there," Miles answered.
He reached for his trousers and took his cell phone from the pocket. He remained kneeling behind her, and she stayed bent over the sofa with his hand massaging her neck while he spoke.
"There's five of them on their way up," he said, flipping the phone closed and tossing it aside. "That's okay, isn't it?" he asked her, lying back over her and feeling her tits while kissing softly into her neck.
"But not all together," Sarah uttered.
"No. How about you wait in the bedroom and I'll make sure they only come in one at a time?"
She nodded her assent. Any semblance of her former self had slipped away, and she was ready to be used by a group of men she imagined she may have seen around the hotel. She allowed herself to be led into the bedroom, and she peered up at Miles sitting beside her on the bed. "Can I keep the light off?" she asked him. "I'd rather not know who they are."
There was a knock at the door, and Miles bent and stroked hair from her face. He kissed her softly. "Are you sure this is okay?"
"I want to do it," Sarah answered. She was trembling, and her heart was pounding, but she wanted it to happen. She wanted to just lie there and let them use her body.
Glory Hole Wife (Easy Book 1) Page 5