I couldn’t miss a thing this way, every pink inch of her. She was completely exposed. Nothing hidden.
“Give me your phone, tiger.” Leaning forward, she grabbed it off the counter and handed it to me. “Hold up your dress.”
I took a photo of her just like this. Open. Bare. Her lower lips were parted, her clit hard and poking out as if begging to be touched. Both her holes were exposed and empty.
“Beautiful,” I murmured.
“Tucker,” she breathed, glancing down at me. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, but she wasn’t stopping. If she didn’t want this, I’d kiss her, keep her panties and wait for the shop to close. Then I’d fuck her in her back room, quick and dirty. Maybe I’d still do that, but I wanted to fulfill every one of her fantasies which seemed to run to exhibitionism, or at least the thrill of possibly being caught.
I set the phone on the floor.
The plug needed to be nice and wet to fit in her virgin asshole. I didn’t have lube, but I didn’t need it, not this time. Oh, when it was time for my dick to take her ass cherry, I’d get tons of lube all up and in her first, coat my dick so it was glistening. I wouldn’t hurt her. Ever.
She was wet, so wet a mixture of her arousal and Colton’s and my cum coated every inch of her. Gripping the jeweled base, I ran the plug through her wetness, pushed the bulb end into her pussy, then out, fucking her with it. When her hips started to rock, I stopped. She whimpered.
“You don’t want that little plug in your pussy. You want my dick, don’t you, tiger? My monster cock. Colton’s.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “But, Tucker, someone could come in.”
“You’re right. But don’t worry, they won’t see me back here playing with what’s mine.” As I put the slicked-up plug to her back entrance and began to work it in, I kept talking to her. Making her hotter and wetter, making her forget about being filled there for the first time. Thank fuck for the bell on the entry door. I’d know immediately if we had company. “They won’t know you’re not wearing any panties, that you’re filthy with your men’s cum, that you’ve got a bright pink gem making your virgin ass all pretty.”
“Tucker,” she moaned. Yeah, she was totally getting off on this. She might be a little tiger who liked to make it clear she liked to be in charge, but now? Hell no. My sweet Ava was the perfect picture of submissiveness.
“Shh.”
When it was seated, I looked at the plug. Not too big, just right to break her open. To get her used to being filled, because once she was prepared, we’d take her there. One of us in her pussy, the other in her ass. Double fucking her.
“Now, let’s get another photo with your new jewelry to send to Colton.”
I stood, stepped back so the camera took in the full effect of her so lewdly—and perfectly—displaying herself in her store.
She reached back, felt the beveled jewel, then squirmed.
“Like that?” I asked. Her body was relaxed, her eyes hazy with need, her fingers more curious than interested in pulling it out. She liked it. She didn’t have to respond, but she nodded her head.
I dropped to my knees behind her again for what I wanted to do to her. I slid my finger through her parted slit, collected all her juices. “Yeah, you do.”
I took another picture, this time up close with the added decoration, then I worked a finger easily into her tight pussy and got another photo.
With my finger still deep inside her wet heat, I handed her the phone. “Send those to Colton, tiger.”
As I finger fucked her, feeling the hard plug as I did so, she did as told. “Tucker, please, I need to come.”
“I know you do.” I slid out of her and she thrust her hips back, wanting more. “Stick that ass out and I’ll take care of you.”
Lowering to her forearms on the counter, it pushed her ass toward me, the gem winking. “Watch that door and let me know if anyone comes in.”
I hooked my hand around her thigh, leaned in and ate her out. Licked up all her juices, tasted how sweet she was mixed with the tang of our cum. Even more cum seeped from my dick, eager to add to the load we’d put in her. But this was about Ava. My dick could wait.
It didn’t take long, not after I flicked her clit with my tongue, slipped two fingers into her pussy and found her g-spot. She was practically humping my face at that point, but what pushed her over was when I tugged and pressed on the new plug. There was no scream, not like she had the night before when we’d made her come. This was a low moan, as if she were biting her lip and stifling the sound. I couldn’t see her face, I was too busy coating mine in her sticky cum. It was all over my mouth and chin.
I stood and felt a wicked sense of male pride as I looked at her. She didn’t even realize her fingers still held up the hem of her dress, her ass with my fading handprints and sparkly gem upturned. Her head hung down between her arms as she caught her breath. I helped her stand and turn to face me. In her post-orgasmic haze, I easily slipped my coated fingers past her lips.
“Taste us. That’s right,” I said when her tongue started to swirl and lick. Her gaze lifted, met mine. “Get all that pussy juice and cum off my fingers. Such a dirty, dirty girl.”
After I pulled them free, I leaned a hip against the counter, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.