Free Night Beach by Trent Evans Page A

really, for when they were alone, he
took great delight in forcing her to deep throat him repeatedly, scolding her
if she gagged too often.
    Something bounced against her ass, and she froze,
terrified.
    A … beach ball?
    “Sorry, Mister,” a young voice said.
    Blaine ’s body jerked as
he leaned forward to grab the ball and throw it back. “No worries, bud.”
    Kathryn chuckled, her foot stroking the curve of Erica’s
hip. “Good girl. Don’t worry, he had no idea.”
    Erica’s heart began beating again, and the insistent throb
of Blaine’s cock brought her back to the task. She dropped her shirt, despite
the high likelihood they'd punish her for it, needing to finish him before her
lips and tongue completely gave out. After all, she still had to service her
Mistress as well. She wasn’t sure she was going to make it if Sir didn’t come
soon. She grasped the base of his thick cock, and gently squeezed the heavy sac
of his scrotum. He groaned, his hand rubbing light circles atop the blanket
over her head.
    “Christ, she’s good.”
    Erica felt the chairs shift as Kathryn leaned over. She
heard the couple kiss, and felt a sharp pang of loneliness, as if for that
brief moment, they'd left her out in the cold.
    “Glad you like her, honey.” Kathryn said. “But you’re
hogging her talents all to herself. My cunt is soaked. It needs some attention
too.”
    Blaine looked down at
Erica again, a hard glint in his eye. “Finish me, girl.”
    She bent forward to take him in once more, but his hand
hauled her up short, yanking cruelly on a fistful of her hair. “No, just your
hands.”
    The pull at her scalp made her wince, his grip steady,
merciless. She took his cock in her hands, pumping it briskly, the wetness of
her saliva and his precome easing the way. Erica loved watching the head of his
penis congest as she drew her fist up to the top of his shaft, then the skin
stretching as she pumped down, firmly squeezing him at the base, the edge of
her hand pressing into the heavy sac of his scrotum. She loved the raw power
she felt holding Sir’s big penis in her hands. She could give him pleasure and
feel his maleness, under her control for once. She thought she could do this
for hours, never tiring of the feel of his hot flesh in her palms.
    “Such a good girl. Harder now, faster.” He grunted as she
worked him quickly now, using both of her small fists to stroke the entire
shaft at once. She could feel him swelling anew, the muscles of his thighs
tightening against her arms.
    “Now,” he ground out.
    Kathryn’s hands batted Erica’s away from Blaine’s cock. His
hand wrapped around the twitching length, jerking it swiftly. “Pull that shirt
back up. Higher.”
    Erica obeyed, feeling the embarrassing sway of her breasts
as his gaze alighted upon them. She wasn’t sure how much he could see in such
darkness, but judging by the languid rumble of his voice, it was enough.
    Kathryn held the blanket up enough that Blaine could
masturbate himself, but keep everything hidden from view. His pumping fist
became a blur, and he urged Erica to move closer. She did, the hot, heavy head
of his cock occasionally slapping against the inner slopes of her breasts. She
watched it, entranced, knowing he was almost there. She screwed her eyes shut.
    “No, Erica,” Kathryn said, her voice thick. “Open them. You
watch him come. Get those tits closer.”
    His hand yanked her head up once more, and she whimpered at
the pain. He held her head immobile, her scalp protesting at the biting sting
of his tight grip. The slit in the congested head of his cock gaped, and Erica
flinched as several thick spurts of semen erupted forth, coating her breasts in
hot ropes of white fluid. His body shuddered after the last spurt, and he
rubbed his seed into her skin with his still hard penis, the big head slipping
into her slickened cleavage. He chuckled as he slapped the heavy shaft several
times on each of her breasts; the wet smacking sounds