The Fetish Underground - Part 5
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Sir Nick steps into the light. Hair slicked. Cufflinks flash. His face is all smooth angles until his mouth moves.
"Down."
Nine women drop. Naked knees on marble. The sound is sharp. Each one spreads her legs. Shows him what he already owns.
He walks the line. Stops when he pleases. Spreads their cunt with two fingers. Checks if they listened. One girl is already wet. He smells his fingers after. Keeps the wet one for last.
His cock is out before he finishes the circuit. Thick. Straight. It rests against the first girl's cheek like it belongs there. She opens without asking. He feeds her slow. She takes him deeper. Jaw working. Drool runs down her chin and hits the floor.
The ones who aren't chosen sit quiet. Eyes on the marble. Breathing through their noses. One touches herself low. Soft strokes. Not enough to come. Just enough to stay ready.
Nick pulls out of the first. Moves to the next. Uses the wet from the last throat to slide in. Holds the new girl's hair like reins. Fucks her face the same rhythm every time. Three strokes. Pause. Three strokes. Pause. No rush. No mercy. He knows exactly how much spit to give each of them. Which ones can take it all the way. Which ones need a hand on their throat.
The wet girl at the end watches. Legs shaking. She hasn't been touched yet. Hasn't earned it. Her thighs glisten. Her nipples are hard. Still she waits. Hands behind her back. Mouth open. Ready when her turn arrives.
He reaches her last. Looks down. Smiles once. Cold. Then shoves two fingers inside her. Tests. Pulls them out shining. Wipes them across her tongue. Lets her taste what happens next.
















