BMOC: The Shopping Trip Ch. 03

My command seemed to do the trick. Her eyes were still shut tight, but she moaned and squealed and whimpered and came, hard, her clenching ass gripping the intruding dildo tight and seeming to suck it in, her pelvis grinding down hard on the vibrating toy pinned between her and the edge of the counter.

I kept working the glass toy in and out of her ass as she came, doing my best to prolong her climax and make the show last as long as possible. Sadly, it couldn't last forever, and while Dr. Carrington was multi-orgasmic, I wasn't quite able to draw any rapid-fire climaxes from her right now.

But the one she gave me was impressive. It was a whole-body experience. She flushed, seemingly from the waist up, and her legs came up off the floor, toes curled, everything else rigid. Her fingers flexed and released, alternately gripping and releasing the counter top. Her hips rocked back and forth. And her cunt practically erupted; a stream of her juices flowed down her thighs, onto the counter and the sex toy trapped in between her and the glass.

When all was said and done, I looked back to see that most of the men had gotten off as well, judging from the small pools and streaks of spunk that decorated the floor. I turned off the vibrator and extracted the glass dildo from Dr. Carrington's ass, which proved a bit difficult (she'd tightened up again). Her clothes were sitting nearby, and I handed them to her; she accepted them gratefully, still trembling a bit, not looking up to meet my eyes.

I kissed her forehead and whispered, "That was great, princess." That made her look up, and I could see her eyes were shining with tears. But she smiled through them, happy to have earned my pride by pleasing me.

Christ, I'm a bad person.

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I had been planning one more stop, but Dr. Carrington was trembling and shaky all the way out to her car, and even once we'd driven away I had to reach over to her and put an arm across her shoulders protectively before she started to calm down. I decided I'd pushed her far enough for one day—hours of public display and humiliation had apparently taken their toll.

So instead of taking her to get her perky little nipples pierced, I took her back to her house. We stopped for fast food, and I let her eat normally, which was enough for her to blow me on the way back to her place, claiming that the food "didn't taste right" without a cum chaser. I sure as hell didn't stop her.

When we got back to her place, she was clearly exhausted and overwhelmed. I carried the bags of clothing and toys into her house, as she stumbled around on her stiletto heels. I led her to her bedroom and told her to get some sleep; she looked at me gratefully and practically fell into bed.

I watched her sleep for a minute or so. Then I closed the door quietly and made a call.

Alyssa picked up. She was panting; at first, I thought she was working out, but the truth quickly became clear.

"You want to have some fun tonight?" I asked her.

"I am... fuck... I am having fun," she said, clearly distracted. "Mel and I... lick it there... decided to have a night in. Come on, bitch. Use your fucking tongue."

I couldn't help but smile—and my cock couldn't help but get nice and stiff at the thought of Alyssa's lithe, limber body as she straddled her busty blonde roommate's face and forced Melanie to eat her out. "Bring her," I said. "I'll text you the address. Trust me, it'll be worth it."