The Bitch

The characters and events
portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living
or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The Bitch

Copyright © 2013 by Lacey Kane

Cover Design by Adrienne Thorne

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Warning
: This book contains sexually
explicit material and adult language, and might offend some readers. This is
for adults only.

Disclaimer
: The sexual practices contained
herein are of a fantasy BDSM nature. Do not try any new sexual practice or any
of those described within this book without the guidance of an experienced
practitioner. Many of the acts described within this book are figments of the
author’s rather abundant imagination and might, therefore, not be possible,
legal, and/or advisable. Neither the publisher nor the author will be
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I woke up with
Alex grinding his very hot, very hard cock against my ass with nothing between
us but the thin material of my panties. My eyes flew open, and I blinked
repeatedly. Damn it, he’d turned the light on. He knew I hated that.

“Suck me off,
Marina.” He rolled more fully onto me, pinning me face first into the bed.
“Come on, baby, you know you want me.”

At this precise
moment in time, all I wanted was a good night’s sleep since I knew my work day
tomorrow was going to suck donkey balls. I definitely did
not
want to
suck Alex’s hairy balls down my throat after he’d spent the last three hours
hanging out in the living room with his best friend watching
Deep Dicking
Donna
—parts one, two,
and
three, mind you— on the big screen TV while
I had to listen to the two of them grunting and jerking off. Might I add that
his best friend just so happened to be Dustin, one of the assholes I work with?
I can promise you, it had not been easy to fall asleep with all of that going
on in the next room.

“Get off me,” I
mumbled, still in hazy, half-sleep mode. For Christ’s sake, it had to be two in
the morning. Definitely not monkey sex time when the alarm would go off at six
as the prelude to a long day at my own personal hell, otherwise known as the
office.

He did roll off
me then…but he rolled me right along with him, pulling me until I was on my
back. That’s when I saw Dustin grinning down at me from the foot of the bed, a
cocky smirk if ever I’d seen one.

I flailed my
arms and legs, trying to get Alex to let me loose, but then I discovered that I
didn’t have a t-shirt on. I’d had one on when I went to bed. Fucking bastard
took it off of me in my sleep, leaving me in nothing but lace bikini briefs.

I tried to cover
my breasts because Dustin wouldn’t stop staring at them and licking his lips
just like the asshole he was, but Alex grabbed my arms at the wrists with one
hand, stretched them high over my head, and straddled my chest. His cock was slick
and straining, the sleek helmet head bobbing just away from my lips. He took my
chin in a bruising grip. “Suck it.”

What the hell
was I supposed to do? Alex and I had been an item for months, since not long
after my company’s Christmas party, and I did love his cock. But we’d never
done more than kiss with anyone else in the room before. I’d definitely never
sucked his cock with one of my coworkers leering at me the whole time.

And he’d never
been so rough with me before, either. I mean, we fucked pretty hard sometimes,
but he was seriously taking control in a way I wasn’t so sure of.

I liked to be in
control. Of everything. All the time.

When we fucked,
we either did it doggy style or I was on top. Period. I only sucked him off if
he was also licking my cunt, and he wasn’t allowed to cum in my mouth. No anal,
because that was seriously gross. And if I wasn’t in the mood, damn it, I
wasn’t in the mood.

At precisely
that moment, I was damned sure not in the mood.

But I did love
his cock.

I opened my lips
to wet them, and Alex took that opportunity to shove himself all the way in.
And I do mean
all the way
in. I gagged, because I’d never taken man’s
cock so deep inside my mouth before. He was long and thick, and the veins in
his penis felt like ridges against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. And he
didn’t slow down or stop, despite my gagging.

By the time his
head hit the back of my throat, I had tears stinging my eyes and I couldn’t
breathe, and panic was starting to set in…and I felt Dustin’s hand on my cunt,
rubbing over my panties.

“I told you
she’d like it if you took charge,” Dustin said. “She’s so fucking wet, it’s
insane. Her panties are dripping for you.” With his fingers, he lifted the edge
of my panty and slid something small and hard inside, placing it just over my
clit.

“You like this?”
Alex asked. His voice was rough, like sandpaper, and his eyes looked almost
entirely black with his need. I’d never seen him look so needy before. He let
go of my chin and slid his hand up to wipe away my tears, then fisted it in my
blonde hair—I used to dye it red, but he had a serious thing for blondes (hence
Deep Dicking Donna
) so I went au naturel for him—so hard I thought he’d
rip some out. “You like me taking control when I fuck you?”

I tried to say,
“No,” even though it was a lie, but all that came out was a muffled, gurgling,
“Mmph.”

Alex drew his
hips back enough that I could suck in a gulp of air, but I couldn’t do anything
else before he thrust back into me deeper than before.

The thing that
Dustin had placed on my clit buzzed to life, and I screamed in surprise. Then
he straddled me, too, his strong thighs trapping mine beneath him and pressing
my legs closed. He dry humped me, and his cock pressed against the vibrator in
crazy ways, and in almost no time I was writhing beneath these two men from the
force of my orgasm.

“She doesn’t
just like this,” Alex said. “She fucking loves this.”

And I did. Oh my
god, I loved it.

Which was
insane.

Alex lowered my
arms and placed my hands on his thighs. “Hold on.”

His tone brooked
no argument, and there wasn’t much I could do anyway, so I held onto his thighs
for dear life while he fisted both hands in my hair and fucked my mouth and
throat harder than he’d ever fucked my sex. All the while, Dustin kept humping
over the vibe on my clit, and orgasm after orgasm washed over me like waves,
and all I could do was scream over the cock in my mouth and take it.

So I took it.

I even took it
when Alex shot his load deep down my throat, spurting and sputtering the salty,
sticky stuff into me like I’d never allowed him to do before. Hell, I even took
it when, after Alex moved off of me, Dustin slid up my body and shoved his cock
into my mouth and did the same. Yeah, I let my asshole coworker, who I hated with
no small amount of heat, dry hump me into oblivion and then cum in my mouth.

I took it, and I
loved it. Every. Last. Second. Of. It.

What can I say?
Apparently, I’m a slut.

Then Alex lay
down beside me and pulled my back up against his front. He reached his hand
down between my thighs and pressed against the clit vibe, and another orgasm
shot through me, leaving my limbs a boneless mess, and turning my mind to the
consistency of grape jelly.

What surprised
me though was that Dustin lay down on my other side in the bed. He put both
hands out between us and pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

That only
extended the orgasm.

When it finally
passed and I could think somewhat clearly, I asked him, “What about Carla?
Won’t she mind?” Of course, I should have asked
What about what I want
?,
but that was neither here nor there since I’d already let the two of them do as
they would.

“You mean
Jenna?” Dustin twisted my nipples until they hurt. “She had an…appointment,
shall we say? She won’t care in the slightest what I’m doing with you. Not with
the screaming orgasms I arranged for her to have tonight.”

“Oh.” What else
was I supposed to say? Not that I could say anything at the moment, because Alex
had rolled me onto my back again and pulled my panties off, and he’d lifted my
ankles up all the way to my ears, and his cock was impaling my cunt while he
pressed the vibe onto my clit.

Dustin grinned
again, that same cocky grin from earlier, and he bent over to suckle my breast.
Or I thought he was going to suckle it—instead, he bit it.

And I screamed
with the beginning of what had to be my fifth orgasm of the night.