Free Dominating Jess: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella by Rachel Nixx Page B

middle finger roughly inside me.
    Oh, but God. Maybe it
did. My head was confused, and my thoughts were muddy, but maybe it did have something to do with the fact that a total fucking stranger had his finger
up my cunt that made me even wetter.
    The man who’d only so
far so been watching, the one who reminded me of my ex-boyfriend Dave in the
way his shoulders slouched self-consciously, came to stand next to the boy.
Then with a shove to his shoulder, he moved the boy out of the way. He looked
over his shoulder at Jake who made an open-handed go ahead gesture.
    This guy didn’t waste
time. He stood right up against me, and he was tall while I was still low to
the ground with my legs stretched so far apart. This meant that my face was
pressed against his stomach. He reached behind my neck and undid the gag. How
did he know how to do that? Was this something common out here? Was this road a
regular route for Jake and his team? Then he undid his belt and opened his
pants. I glanced at Jake, standing to one side. This wasn’t going to be his cock. This was a stranger. My mouth worked in worry, trying to moisten my dry,
cracked lips before I had to use my tongue again.
    Jake looked back, and
in that second, I swear it was like he held me in his arms. His eyes were warm,
like they were when we walked through the Village on soft summer evenings. In
that moment, if I’d been talking, I would have told him anything.
    Instead, though, I
just opened my mouth.
    Good girl , said his eyes.
    Dave put his hard cock
into my mouth and pushed. I was ready for him, swallowing against my gag
reflex. I could tell by the way he gasped that he hadn’t been expecting to be
able to go so far, to have me take him all the way. His girlfriends probably
never did it like this. He grunted in appreciation and then moaned as he hit
the back of my throat. Compared to Jake’s size, he was smaller, easier to take.
While he fucked my mouth, I could think about what my pussy was doing, which
was pretty amazing, all told. My folds were so swollen that as exposed to the
air as they were, the slightest breeze chilled my clit like a lover rubbing it
with an ice cube.
    I glanced to my left.
The boy had his camera out now, and by the way he was moving it I could tell he
was filming us. Where would that footage end up? Would it end up on the Eastern
European version of dirty Youtube? How many strangers would jack off, watching
me get my mouth fucked like this in the woods by a passerby while I was
strapped in a spreader bar, my arms pinned behind me? Would any women stumble
across the site and touch themselves, wishing for long moments that they were
me, that they were the one being humiliated and used?
    I reveled in it. It
felt like a gift I was giving myself, a very strange and ridiculously hot gift.
    I was letting them do
this to me. When Olya had strapped me to the bar, I could have spun out of her
grasp six different times. Even with my hands tied behind my back (literally),
I could have taken her down. Jake, friend that he was in real life, wouldn’t
have fought me if I’d been serious.
    But now I
knew—and it actually made me wetter—that this was my decision. All of it.
    In giving up control,
I’d let go of something that had been tying me down. I’d been shackling
myself with whatever fear it was that didn’t let me let loose, didn’t let me
ask for what it was I really wanted. In having to take care of
myself—and everything else—for so long, I’d never gotten to give
all of it up, which was, apparently, what I’d wanted most of all.
    And now here I was,
the target. The object of the film the boy was making on his camera. The whore.
    Dave was fucking my
mouth faster now, barely moving out long enough to allow me to catch a breath
before cramming himself back in. His balls bounced against my chin with soft
little slaps. I knew he was about to come when he roared above me, a sound I
would have found terrifying if I’d heard it unexpectedly,