Free Inner Circle by Charles Arnold

that little cap thing?”
    “It covers my clitoris. It prevents me from cumming.”
    “I’ll be damned!” Bennett laughed, turning again to Dolan, “She must be one hot little bitch if she hasn’t cum in awhile.” He turned back to Kathy, “Is that right? You hot? You been wanting fucked and not getting fucked?”
    Kathy nodded, not looking up, “Yes, I’m like you say…always wanting to cum.”
    Dolan came forward and reaching out, ran his hand up her bare thigh and over her hip. “Ruben tells us you spend a lot of time on your knees. Is that true?”
    “Yes.”
    “What are you on your knees for, Mrs. Ryan? You praying for the departed soul of your former husband?” Both men laughed.
    It was several moments before Kathy answered. “I’m on my knees because Mr. Ruben makes me suck him.”
    “But you only been with Ruben one afternoon. Did you used to get on your knees to suck off your husband?” Dolan put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Kathy felt his hand on the small of her back. Then, his fingers trailed along the cleft of her ass.
    “No,” she said. “I never did that with Jeff. We never…”
    Bennett interrupted, “So old Ruben’s prick is the only one you sucked? Is that what you’re telling us?”
    Kathy felt the color rising to her cheeks. “No, there were others.”
    She felt the warmth of Dolan’s hand on her ass cheek. He whispered in her ear, “How many, Mrs. Ryan?”
    “I...I…don’t know.”
    Dolan continued to rub her ass, “So, Mrs. Ryan, you go away for a number of months right after your husband dies, and you start sucking cocks and taking it up the ass. Then, someone somewhere installs a metal cap over your clit. That right?”
    His finger pressed against her anal opening. “Yes, that’s right.” She raised her head to look directly at him. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip.
    “What is it you want?” Dolan grinned.
    “Open me, please,” she said. “Open me back there with your finger.”
    He sat down in the leather chair and pulled her between his spread legs. Slowly, he eased his thick middle finger into her. The intensive training she’d received at the Facility enabled her to tighten and relax her sphincter muscles in a way that drew his finger in deeper and then released it as if she were milking it or sucking it. “Jesus!” he exclaimed. “You gonna do my prick like that?”
    “Yes,” Kathy said, “I’ll do it just like that.”
    “Ask for it.”
    Kathy parted her gown and drew her hands up her body to cup her breasts, “Please, Mr. Dolan, fuck me…fuck my ass.”
    Bennett had come up behind her and reached around to squeeze her nipples. He nuzzled her neck, “What about me, Mrs. Ryan? What about my cock?”
    “In my mouth,” Kathy said. “You can fuck my mouth.”
    “You do us both at the same time?” Dolan asked, his breath coming quickly.
    “Yes,” Kathy leaned over to brush her lips against his, “I’ll do you both at the same time.”
    “Your bed where you made love to your husband?” Bennett pinched her nipples hard.
    Kathy gasped, “Yes, in the bed where I made love to my husband.”
    Bennett pulled her gown down over her shoulders. It dropped to the floor. Naked, except for her heels, Kathy led them to the bedroom. She climbed up on the bed and lifted her buttocks. Both men quickly got out of their pants and shorts as they followed her. Dolan kneeled behind her and fiercely pulled her ass up against his cockhead. She felt its tip touch her anal opening and then with one motion he thrust the full length of his cock into her. Kathy grunted. In front of her was Bennett’s fat white penis, hard and foul smelling. She opened her mouth to receive it. Within three minutes, both men had shot their watery cum into her. She lay on her stomach, exhausted.
    She heard them dress and go out into the living room. “Thank God,” she said to herself. But after a few minutes they returned. She started to roll over