Chapter 24: LOLITA CORRUPTION
Abigail
"Holy shit," Annette breathed beside , eyes wide behind her mask. "This the has to be sluttiest yet!"
That was an understatent. The bass thrumd through the soles of my heels the second Annette and I stepped into the Sanctuary arena. Gosh, it was my second ti here and it still looked like so erotic fever dream. The club was packed tonight, bodies everywhere, the Lolita Corruption the on full display.
Girls were in baby doll dresses that barely covered their asses, n in dark suits with their cocks already out, the sll of sex in the air was so strong, my nipples stiffened even more pushing against my white corset teddy.
The outfit was obscene. The sheer white fabric cupped my tits,pushing my poor babies high up and they threatened to spill out. It had a tiny ruffled skirt that barely covered my very bare panties, white thigh-high stockings with pink bows, and white lace gloves that went past my elbows.
My eyes scanned the room quickly while Annette grinned beside . "Looking for our mystery man?"
Mystery indeed. If anything I was the one keeping up the mystery with the black contact lens I had on and the way I slled like vanilla. I couldn’t risk using the sa perfu and having him figure out it was . That was if he even ca tonight.
There were two won in the middle of the room, screaming as the n worked butt plugs into their assholes. Hot damn. Their tight rosebud puckered and gaped along the blunt tip of the plug and my feet carried
a few steps closer, my ass clenching at the sight.
Damn, to be filled up like that. Was Finnegan among them? I hoped like mad that he ca tonight or I was going to die from... blue pussy? If there was anything like that, then I definitely had it.
"I’m finding Zeus. Are you good?" Annette asked and when I nodded, she swatted my ass and sauntered off cackling her head off. I raised the middle finger at her before turning my gaze around the arena. Fuck, where was he?
We hadn’t said a word about what happened in the elevator all week. I was glad that he wasn’t badgering
on why I went all spineless but co-on, not even a question at all? That heartless, sexy, gorgeous but definitely heartless man.
My pussy clenched, recalling how he pinned
against the elevator. He would have kissed . I would bet two grand that he would have but the elevator just had to be so weapon fashioned against .
"Damn, lolita," A deep raspy ca from behind . I glanced over my shoulder to see three n in perfectly tailored suits, approaching, their masks covering their faces. Their cocks jutted obscenely from their open pants, already hard and ready and the sight of all those flushed cock tips had
licking my lips.
"I could give those pretty lips sothing to suck." The one with the blue Mask said, his gaze fixed on my mouth.
"What will that be?" I purred, taking on the soft breathy voice I hoped I could maintain all through the night. "A popsicle?"
The man grinned while his friend with a black mask grabbed my hips. "He’ll stuff your pretty mouth, I’ll...." He grabbed a handful of my ass. "I’ll fuck your little cunt,"
"That’s a bold claim from a man I t thirty seconds ago," I purred, gasping when his cock brushed against my thigh, hot, hard, already leaking precum against my stockings. The hot liquid seeped against my skin and I bit back a tiny whimper, searching around the room.
Where was he? He wasn’t at the couch he had been last night, there was a man laying on the couch instead, legs raised up getting his balls devoured. Did he not co tonight?
"What do you say, angel?" Black Mask’s hand slid down my side, fingers grazing the curve of my ass through the thin fabric. "Want to play with us? We promise to make it worth your while."
"Maybe," I murmured, still searching the crowd beyond them.
Then I saw him. He was across the arena, sprawled on another velvet couch like a king surveying his kingdom. His black suit was discarded sowhere on the couch, white shirt open at the collar showing that gorgeous throat and his legs spread wide in a way that made my pussy clench.
And a blonde with a black mask on her knees between them, pink lips stretched obscenely around his thick cock as she worked him.
My stomach dropped straight through the floor.
Are you fucking kidding ? I was late by what, twenty minutes? And he couldn’t wait?
Our eyes t across the room and I fought the anger bubbling in my veins. This was a sex club, if he was getting his dick wet with soone else, I did not exactly have a right to be furious, yes? So why the hell did his own eyes blaze when he took in the n around ?
The blonde’s head bobbed faster, those pink lips sliding up and down his glistening shaft, but Finnegan’s gaze stayed locked on mine.
Fuck you too, buddy.
The Blue Mask guy chose that perfect mont to get bolder. His hand slid between my thighs and he grinded his cock against my stocking. "You’re so fucking soft," he groaned, grinding harder. "I bet you’re already wet for us, aren’t you?"
Heat shot straight to my core. I was soaked, I had been since I walked in, but now I could feel it, slick and hot between my thighs.
His cock dragged against my skin, the head catching on the edge of my garter. He groaned and pushed forward, slipping the thick length between my thighs, rutting against the bare skin above my stockings.
"Shit," he whispered in my ear, breath hot. "Co on girl, make a decision, I could fuck these thighs right here or better yet, flip up this tiny skirt and pound that sweet cunt until you forget your own fucking na."
A shiver ran down my spine.
That was not bad. But he wasn’t the man who glared at
from across the room. He thrust up into the blonde’s mouth, cramming his cock hard and brutal into her throat, but his eyes never left mine.
Oh, you want to play it like that, Mr Wolfe? Fine.
I reached down and wrapped my gloved hand around Blue Mask’s cock. He groaned, hips jerking forward. "Fuck yes, angel. Just like that."
The shaft was thick in my palm, hot and slick with precum. I stroked slowly, base to tip, squeezing just enough to make him gasp.
It felt... fine. Good, even.
But it wasn’t his.
Finnegan’s eyes widened, burning even hotter. The blonde sucked him harder, her cheeks hollowing, but he barely seed to notice, all his attention was on , fixed on my hand moving, stroking the turgid, throbbing cock beside .
Black Mask pressed up behind , shoving my skirt up until the ruffled fabric bunched around my waist. His clothed cock, thick and hard through his pants, ground against my bare ass, rutting between my cheeks.
"Such a dirty little angel," he groaned, reaching around to grab my tits. His hands were huge, covering them completely, squeezing and kneading through the sheer fabric. "These tits are fucking perfect, I’m gonna paint them white with my cum."
My nipples peaked under his touch, visible through the sheer corset. He pinched one hard and pleasure and pain shot straight to my pussy.
Oh fuck,I threw my head back at how good that felt, closing my eyes briefly. When I opened them, Finnegan was off the couch. The blonde girl looked disoriented, her eyes fixed on soone and it took a few seconds to process the man striding across the arena, stalking towards , his huge cock jutting out, thick, angry and glistening was Finnegan.
And he looked furious. My heart skipped a beat as he drew closer. Why...why was he taking his belt off?!
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