Novels by Dee's BUTTERFLY

My clit feels tender as hell, still tingling as I crawl back to the bed and climb up. I position myself exactly as he wants me, cheek flat to the duvet and knees spread wide. I wonder how wet and swollen my pussy looks from behind, after the fucking he’s given me. I clench my ass over and over, trying to entice him. He goes to the bedside table before he joins me. I count my blessings that I’m facing the same direction as I watch him. He shows me his cock, working it, clearly giving me a decent view before I take him inside me. Being fucked in the mouth isn’t the same as seeing the full spectacle tall and proud. I’ve seen monster cocks in porn vids, but never in the flesh. I imagine how good it would be to be fucked in the pussy. I’m hoping he changes his mind about that option. I don’t know if my ass can take it. “I never use protection,” he says. “Are you ok with that? I can assure you I’m clean. I send my test results to the agency regularly.” I know that’s part o

I brace myself as he positions the toy, and he’s right, he doesn’t play easy. He shunts it straight in, using my own excitement as lube. “Fuck!” “Take it, Holly.” I suck in breaths as he works it – circling – and slowly, I relax into the stretch. My hips start to buck on instinct. “That’s it, show me how much of a whore you are,” he says. The beast of a man lowers himself so his face is between my legs, his big, grey beard tickling my open thighs as he sweeps his tongue against me. I use my fingers to spread myself, and his tongue finds my clit. He sucks until I cry out, and I buck harder, frantic. User 677 is going to make me come… and he knows it. He feels it. Yes. I’m ready. I’m fucking ready. But he’s not. He laughs as he pulls his face away, beard glistening. “You won’t come until I let you, you understand?” I groan at the ceiling, breaths rapid as I force a nod. “Yes, Sir.” He pulls the toy out with a vicious slurp

I'm a paid slut. Yeah, get over it. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, I plan on traveling the world and this is the fastest way to do so.Now, back to my story. We never get to know our client's name for confidential reasons. We also go by fake name for the same reason.User 677 is my client and Beverly is my fake name. That's all you'll need to know.User 677 – Male. 46. I like to dominate cute goth girls like you. I like to treat entertainers like the sluts and whores I’m paying you to be. I want to make you gag on my cock and stretch you with toys until your pussy is used up and dripping, juicy. I want anal play, deep and hard, and I want to slap your ass while I’m doing it. Another thing, high on my list, is that I want to punish those lovely big tits of yours. And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir. Duration – 5 hours. Proposal price – £1600. User 677 isn’t one for niceties, that much is obvious. He steps aside

I could swear Trevor's plan was to fuck my brains out. That was the only explanation for the way he looked at me and the things he did right after."I want you naked" It wasn't a request, he went right ahead to pulling off my clothes.My top went off first, then my pants. I stood awkwardly under his watching gaze in my matching white lace panties and bra."Fucking sexy" Trevor groaned. It gave me a sense of pride and confidence that he liked what he saw."Let's go to your room" he continued, giving me his hand to lead the way.He whistled behind me at the view of my ass.I chuckled in response. I always knew I had a beautiful ass.Being in my room was more private. It was like letting him into my heart. He looked round the room and I tried to see it from his eyes. The nude pink walls and bed sheets, the choco brown dress table and wardrobe, the white beanbag lying close to the window.It was a normal room, but it was my safe haven."You have perfect taste" he hummed "and you taste

"Oh shit! Fuck, Taylor" Trevor, my neighbor, was practically screaming as I sucked his big dick.His grip on my hair tightened Not harsh.Not cruel.Just enough to let me know he was feeling everything.Every movement. Every breath. Every second of this.His chest rose and fell unevenly above me, his abs flexing beneath my hands like they had a life of their own. I could feel him growing harder again, thick and heavy in my grip, responding to me like his body had made a decision his brain hadn’t caught up to yet.His head tipped back against the couch, eyes closed, jaw tight.“Taylor…” he exhaled.My name sounded different now.Less teasing.More reverent.I liked that.I liked knowing I did that to him.I let my hand move slowly, deliberately, watching his reaction like I was studying something dangerous and beautiful. His stomach tensed. His breath hitched. His grip in my hair tightened just slightly, like he was trying not to lose control and failing anyway.He looked down at me t

We stood dangerously close, our breaths mingled together. I could see his chest heave up and down with the heaviness of his breathing."I've been thinking about you all day" He said, his eyes carrying a vulnerability that wasn't present in the elevator. It was like he was making a confession.And I felt the same way too. "Me too"His hand found my waist. Tentatively slow.Like I might turn into dust if he touched.Not rough.Not rushed.Just inevitable.“You feel exactly how I pictured,” he murmured.My fingers curled into his shirt."How did you picture me?"He smiled. “irresistible ”His lips hovered barely an inch away from mine, silently asking for permission. Permission I granted by closing the space, placing a feather kiss on his lips.His grip on my waist tightened as he took control of the kiss, his tongue invading my mouth.A collision of want and restraint snapping at once.His hands slid up my sides, warm and grounding and sending shivers everywhere.My breath broke against