He reached back with both hands and whacked their asses so hard that their tits jolted, while his cock bounced. Imogen’s high-pitched squeal contrasted with Lysette’s more raucous yelp, as they were pitched into motion for the bathroom. Mac observed their dishevelled departure, complete with bright red hand-prints on their cheeks. “Fuck,” he breathed, his heart-rate finally slowing, “I need a drink of water.”
He filled a pint-glass from the tap and emptied it in a series of huge swallows. The perspiration cooled on his skin, as the water rushed down his throat to replenish his body. His breath achieved a slow, even rhythm once more and his erection waned slightly, while remaining tall. A moment to take stock, in the midst of the mayhem.
Jesus, what a fucking night. I ought to thank you, Miranda. He grinned at the thought – at the irony of that bitch’s machinations putting him in touch with this side of himself, freeing him so completely from conscience. Internal mention of the C-word caused the emotion to flicker within him.Poor silly girls didn’t know what they were getting into. Then lust and alpha dominance flooded him again, drowning all sense of right and wrong, and swelling his cock to its fullest extent. Poor silly girls know now, don’t they? And I’m not fucking done with them.
Mac’s length was aching, his balls heavy with a load as yet to be expended. Where best to release? All over their pretty, scrunched-up faces, perhaps, thick and clinging. Or pump both their mouths full and make them hold it while he lectured them, before ordering the bitches to gulp it down. No – better than that… His capacity for evil plotting proved itself again and he grinned, taking a few moments more to let the notion expand and take full form. “Okay, girls – let’s have some more fun.” Time to mind-fuck these bitches one more time.
Refreshed in body and spirit, he set aside his glass and walked to the bathroom, letting his elevated cock lead the way.
TO BE CONTINUED IN NEXT CHAPTER.