The final five, I thought we should stop him, but Clean knew what this particular submissive could handle, and he didn’t halt it.
The undercover wolf dropped his jeans enough to give it to her good, and once again, she screamed and begged for relief, but he didn’t back off.
Nine prospects. All had managed to pull it off, though to my mind, two men probably weren’t a good fit. One had been too rough, another had looked like he might be sick while he fucked her, and he hadn’t managed to come.
And, of course, the cop had to go. Today had been the first step of that. All prospects were front and center, so they did it without an RTMC member in the camera’s view. Clean had put tape on the floor, to show us how close we could get, though the official reason had been safety, so no one accidentally got hit with a belt.
Clean and Khan took the girls out back afterwards, and I knew they’d let them change, feed them, and send them on their way.
Meanwhile, the three sweetbutts were finally brought into this section of the warehouse, all wearing lone-ranger masks — one pink, one blue, and one purple.
Now, the men were given notes that said, “How much control do you have? You’ll fuck your assigned sweetbutt in the hole noted until told to swap, then move to the next hole, then the next. Once you’ve had a go in all three holes, you’ll jack off on her face, bukkake style.”
And then at the bottom, they had a notation below it like, Pink: ass, cunt, throat.
The timer was set for twelve minutes in each hole, so the men would be required to fuck for thirty-six minutes total before they could jack off.
Yeah, it would be an endurance test, but it would also look bad for a cop. The asshole cop never gave even a tiny pause. He dove right in, with gusto.
If I hadn’t been going to Cheyenne’s house that night, I’d have had to make an arrangement with one of the pro-subs. Thankfully, the kids weren’t at her house, so I could bend her over a kitchen chair and fuck her hard and fast within moments of walking in the door. I started in her cunt and moved to her ass, edging her oh-so-close to an orgasm, but I didn’t let her have one. I came so hard in her ass, it felt as if I stole part of her release. I had no idea if that was possible, but she went weak when I finished, and I felt energized.
We ate and then moved to her bedroom. This time, I gave my kitty-cat at least a dozen strong orgasms, and I hurt her so exquisitely for each one, it felt as if she left her body during the highest points of a few of them.
And fuck me, but every time I was with her, I fell for her even more.
Chapter Seventeen
Cheyenne
The twins decided that, for their birthday, they wanted to eat at an all-you-can-eat restaurant, and they specified that they wanted me and Gil there.
I picked everyone up from school and took them back to my house. I’d put several Happy Birthday signs up, so they were greeted with one across the front porch, one in the den, the kitchen, and another in their bedroom.
“If you’d just get a gaming console, your house would be the bomb.”
I suppressed a smile. Frost had shown up with what he told me were the best two gaming consoles money could buy — one for each boy. They’d be opening them with my presents, even though Frost couldn’t be here.
I’d told him he could buy one and give it as a joint gift, but he’d said a few games are available on one but not the other, so they needed to have both at my house.
He’d also provided a gift card for a gaming store, so they could buy games.
I knew this was going to tick Gil off, so I decided we’d do gifts after we returned from dinner.
“Birthday or not, ya’ll need to do your homework so we can play later.” I pulled the bowl of already-peeled boiled eggs from the fridge, took the lid off and put them in the center of the kitchen table, poured three glasses of whole milk, and started cutting apples into slices. Why will kids eat them sliced, but turn their nose up to them whole? One of the mysteries of life.