Chapter 96

SCOTT

She, on the other hand, had no problem engulfing my prick with a stellar blow job, even after I was hard. Perhaps she didn't know me as well as my own slaves did, but she knew her way around a cock.

When I was hard and knew I'd stay so for a few moments, I had Marcia put on the butterfly, the device going over her clit. Evelyn got in front of her, parting her legs. I turned on the butterfly with the remote and Marcia moaned.

"I'm going to fuck your ass now, Marcia. I want you feeling every last inch of my cock in your magnificent ass. Sam has said you like a hard spanking. If these motel walls weren't so damn thin, I'd spank it before I fucked it. And don't think I've forgotten about your spanking either, Evelyn. Every day I missed will be made up at a later time."

"Yes, sir," Evelyn gasped, cumming on Marcia's tongue, her hands curled in her hair, clutching her head to her spasming pussy.