Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
And then I watch in the mirrors, the view of the pure, unfiltered lust on their faces as they work their dick thrusting magic together. David’s cock spurs on Barnaby’s, and I’m the recipient of the force. Beautiful.
The view in the box of mirrors is hot as fuck, and I’m lost in the wonder, my moans mixing with theirs in harmony as the tension builds.
The slapping of flesh, and the scent of sex adds to the sensations, and I’m floating on air. Basking in the thrill.
I love being the girl at the front of the train, but with the weight and strength of the carriages behind me, the journey doesn’t last all that long.
The orgasms come from the rear of the train first. It’s David who loses himself through gritted teeth, pumping into Barnaby like a jackhammer as Barnaby slams the force into me. When his balls tighten and his thrusts get frantic, I tilt my ass higher, and I’m worked up enough that he reaches the tender spot in my slick fucking pussy.
Yes. That’s it. Oh my fucking God, that’s it!
I come as Barnaby does, so lost in the waves that I could easily close my eyes to savour the sensations. But I don’t. I keep my eyes open wide to take advantage of the mirrors. To survey the stunning scene of the two heaving guys behind me, and that’s even better. I’m a heaving mess myself when I come down from the crest, my breaths deep and fast as I smile at my clients’ reflection.
“You two were so fucking hot,” I say, looking from one to the other.
“Thanks,” Barnaby says, but his confidence seems to be waning now that his dick has blown twice. I almost feel the two of them retreating into the shell of normality, no longer fuelled to the heights by their raging lust.
I’d love another round, but it’s clear there’s no chance as the carriages pull out from behind with a sigh.
David is up on his feet first, and helps Barnaby up after him, planting a hot kiss on his lips before the pair of them raise me to my feet like I’m a holy angel.
I see David check the clock above their fireplace.
The clock is definitely ticking, and time is almost up. But I don’t want to leave yet. I’d love to spend a few more happy birthday minutes with these two lovely guys, so it’s a relief when David asks cake?
“I’d love a piece,” I say. “Thank you. It looks absolutely delicious.”
We do another round of happy birthday once David has grabbed Barnaby a knife and three plates from the kitchen, but he swats our song aside with a laugh. We munch a piece of cake each with a big smile on our faces, all of us stark naked as we chomp on chocolate sponge.
“Time flies when you’re having fun,” David says. “Thank you, Holly. You’ve made my husband’s birthday one he’ll never forget.”
“It was an absolute pleasure,” I say. “And by the way, the icing on this cake is to die for.”
David winks. “It’s Lindt truffle. Barney’s favourite. I had it specially made.”
“Thank you darling,” Barney says. “It’s gorgeous… almost as gorgeous as Holly.”
The smiles on both their faces are utterly adorable. I can’t resist taking things a little further, time up or not.
“Oops,” I say, dropping a bit of the chocolate icing on my tit. “I’m so clumsy.”
David laughs, so does Barney.
“Oops,” I say again, and scoop up a handful of the delicious icing. I put my plate down on the floor, and smear the icing over both tits before licking my fingers clean.
I get up on my knees and present my chocolatey tits to them. “I think I’ll need cleaning up before I go. Any volunteers?”
No words, just silly grins as the two loved-up guys get down on the floor with me. Two loved-up guys lapping and sucking on both tits at once and I moan at the pleasure.
And my heart sings for them once my tits are clean and they grin at each other with chocolate covered mouths before embracing and kissing and licking each other clean. Fun indeed.
“That was crazy good,” Barney says, licking his lips.
“Maybe we’ll ask Holly back for Christmas,” David says.
“Holly at Christmas works for me,” David says.
“Me too,” I tell them. “You know where to find me.”
After getting dressed, I wrap my arms around them as though I’ve known them for years when it’s time to say goodbye, thanking them for a wonderful time. I’m smiling to myself as I walk down the street to the cab, and send my D&S message through to Josh.
And that’s when I get a stab from nowhere. Right in the guts. No butterflies, no rollercoaster of emotion, just a hardcore jab of pain. Of loss.
Magnifique!
I can’t banish it from my mind this time, just stare out of the cab window on the way back to the Airbnb with the tears rolling free down my face. Because there is no denying it now. No ignoring the obvious. The trigger has been too much.