Page 8 of Boo-ty Calls

Eight

Archer

Sloane stands with her hand on her hip, luscious tits begging to be let out of her bra and the thong straps digging into her plush flesh.

“What place? What do I wear? Do you already need a hearing device?”

Agitation is etched across her face, and I bite the inside of my lip.

“It’s an adult club. They screen everyone, and it looks like a suitable space to be fucked as much as you can handle.

There aren't any rooms. I’ve looked for those types of places, but they’re not in our area yet.

However, this place has benches and glory holes.

So I think you can wear whatever you want because it won’t stay on long. ”

Sloane’s eyes light up, and a grin spreads across her face. She kisses me quickly on her tippy toes before heading to the closet.

“How did quitting go?” she calls out, and I shrug out of my jacket, hanging it behind the door.

I’d spent most of the day after leaving the job dropping off resumes and wrapping her gifts, along with picking a snack board she loves. It seemed like a good idea not to have her fueled only by lust and energy drinks.

“As well as expected, they weren’t happy, but neither was I. Your words played through my head the entire time, and I know it’ll be for the best. I’m thankful for you, darling.”

Once I’m naked, I walk to the shower and take a quick rinse before grabbing my normal jeans and dark tee.

Glancing up, she takes my breath away. Sloane’s wearing a deep V-neck sapphire shirt with a black tennis skirt. She fidgets with her hair, and when she bends over to slip on socks, I can see her perfect pussy on display.

“Goddess, you are fucking gorgeous. If I could only have this view for the rest of my life, I’d be the happiest man on the planet.”

“You’re a goober. I knew you were only here for my ass.” She laughs, and I suck my lip between my teeth.

Crossing the room, I press a kiss on her head. “You know that’s not true; I wouldn’t continue to be here for ass for fifteen years.”

“Presents, you say?” She caresses my cheek, and I nuzzle into her hand.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I glance at her. “Did I say presents? You must have heard something else.”

She shoves me playfully and rolls her eyes. “The ones I have for you, and I think you said snacks.”

“Deal. Let's go, and then we’ll head over to the place. If you don’t like it, I’ll be at your complete mercy for whatever you want.”

We head down the stairs. She walks to the living room, and I swing by the kitchen to grab the snack tray and the gifts I have for her.

Flicking on the light, I stroll toward her and set it on the coffee table.

“Not the big light, you monster.”

“You’re a spicy little spitfire, and I love you.” I turn off the overhead light and click the lamp on.

She presses her lips together. “We’re both spicy. If we weren't, we'd never go so well together.”

“Like mismatched socks.”

Sloane grabs a ham roll and pops it in her mouth, and reaches for the cheese before looking at me. “If we were carbon copies of each other, I’d be concerned.”

“Fair. Here.” I hand her the black velvet-wrapped boxes and the dark red gift bag. She nudges the two large gift bags toward me with her foot.

Picking a few crackers, I stuff them in my mouth before opening the first bag. “Where did you find this? I’ve looked everywhere and have never been able to find it.” I hold the horror mask and stare at her in disbelief.

“If you spend enough time on the Internet, you can find anything. Is it the right one?” I stand to cross the room, and I don’t know how she always surprises me. “Sit, there’s more.”

Doing as she says, I look through the next bag. A new cock ring, sleeve, and some other toys. With a grin, I glance at her. “Thank you, Goddess.”

Sloane eats the pickles off the board before wiping her fingers. “I love you, Archer.”

“Always, I’ll worship you forever.”

She opens the boxes to the delicate bird skulls, and her gaze flies to my face. “How?”

“Took a lot to preserve, but otherwise was pretty easy, and they’d look amazing on your bookshelves.”

“I love them, thank you.” Sloane reaches into the bag and pulls out her favourite special editions. I’ve had them for almost nine months, waiting for this.

“And I love you,” I tell her.

She squeals before jumping and launching at me.

Sitting in my lap, she tells me all about the special editions. I couldn’t care less, but I’d listen to her talk about anything as long as she has this spark in her eyes.

“This is amazing. I forgot to write in your card.”

“I think yours is in my glove box. We’ll do it later. Let’s get ready to go, eh?”

Sloane kisses me and leaves the room with her books and skulls. I clean the room and put things away before waiting for her at the front door.

The tiled floor is cold under my knees. I should have thought about bringing her a blanket, but it didn’t cross my mind.

A pleather fabric lines the walls between dark wood, and the space we’re in differs from the one I viewed on my own.

There are two fresh holes, one for a cock to come through, or if I wanted, I suppose I could put mine in there, but Sloane would rip it off and cut me into pieces if I ever allowed my cock or fingers to touch another being.

The other fascinates me. It's a curved shelf that holds her tightly, and her legs go against the wall.

Only her pussy is on display for the other side, and after she tries it, she gets down quickly, and beckons me to her, where I strip her out of her clothing before folding it over the leather bench on the side.

“Baby, watch.” Once she crouches on the bench under the hole, it isn’t long before a dick pokes through the hole.

We decided on nicknames on the way over in case we knew anyone on the other side. “Such a good boy, kneeling for me. Do you love watching me handle this cock?” Her tone is sultry as she spits on the thick, veiny cock that comes through the hole.

“Of course, Goddess, I’m glad you’re happy.”

The room fills with the noises of her slurping and sucking, saliva running over her chin to her tits, and my dick throbs in my cage. She bought me a new one with an electric current, which should be a lot of fun, but she’s forgotten the remote on the other side of the room.

“Fuck, you have such a big dick,” Sloane says to the person on the other side.

She strokes him, and I watch her wiggle on her knees. The room smells of her lust, and as she jerks him with both hands and moans around his length, her need is obvious.

“Goddess?” I ask, but I’m interrupted by the guy on the other side groaning.

Sloane moves her head to look at me right as his jizz covers her face and chest.

“Fucking amazing, you could suck white off rice,” he utters before pulling away.

“Archer, look at the mess you made. What the fuck’d you do that for?”

I look at the ground, knowing eye contact might piss her off more. I only wanted to give her pleasure.

“Come lick your mistake off my skin. I can’t take another cock until I’m clean. If you do a good job and beg, I’ll let you be my seat.”

I crawl toward her and rise to run my tongue over her neck, collarbone, and through her cleavage, licking her nipples. It’s thick and salty, but I continue until she’s clean and ready for more.

“Good boy, lie down.” Sloane curls her finger over my jaw and pats me on the head.

I think about the germs for only a minute before her pussy is above me. Her thighs are beside my head, and she rises, suction filling the air for a few minutes before she lowers, the skin-on-skin jerking replacing the sound.

Sloane grinds against my face, and when she lifts again, I strain to reach her with my tongue. She arches until my mouth covers her clit and I lap at her and suck her sensitive spot until she squirms against me.

“Don’t be a fucking tease, baby,” she breathes.

I wish I had brought the harness to wear so she could fuck my face properly while she sucks dick. Sticking out my tongue, she grinds against me until she lowers enough to enjoy my offering.

“Holy fuck, this mouth is amazing, sucking the soul out of me. Get up there so I can check out your pussy,” a deep voice says through the hole.

“Soon, wait your turn for a second round.” Sloane giggles.

She continues to rock against my face until her legs tense, and her whimpers continue until screams fill my ears. Wetness coats my face, and I moan into her perfect pussy.

Sloane raises off me before sliding down my body. The tease of her skin touching me is insufferable, and an evil grin spreads on her closed mouth.

Tapping my chin, I open, and she lowers her face to mine, but instead of a kiss, she spits the loads of come into my mouth.

Caressing my hair, she kisses me lightly and sucks the come into her mouth before dropping it back into mine.

Using my tongue, I clean my lips and taste the combination of her pleasure with others.

“Thank you, Goddess,” I utter.

“Good boy. Now help me into this and go sit to watch. Don’t jerk your dick or you won’t be able to get off later or be able to touch me.” She strokes my face before slapping lightly.

I help her into the contraption, hand her the remote, and wrap her hair in my fist before slipping the ponytail on from my wrist. Kissing her forehead, I cross the small space and sit.

Dark tan hands come through the hole, running their fingertips over her pussy lips, and I know she’s soaking since she came already. He doesn’t waste any time and slides into her.

The chains that hold the shelf rattle against the wall as he thrusts into her hard, and an electric buzz runs over my dick. Rolling my eyes back in my head until it’s over, it’s the perfect amount of pain and pleasure.

“Baby,” Sloane calls out.

“Goddess,” I reply and stride to the area. She whines, and a pinkish hue covers the top of her body as she becomes breathless.

The guy finishes with a groan before another fills the spot. Her bright blue eyes stare at me, biting her lip and blinking rapidly as she moans.

I reach and rub her clit with my fingers as a stranger fucks her. Soon she presses her legs against the wall, the light cry turning into a louder one as she pushes him out, and I can hear her juices squirt against the floor on the other side.

“Jesus Christ, that’s so fucking hot.”

I grin at her and continue to play with her clit. She presses the buttons on the remote and I cough to cover the whimper strangling in my throat. “Can’t get hard, my pretty boy?”

“No, I haven’t earned it.”

“Y’all are into freaky shit, but you’re pussy grips me too much to care.” He growls and fills her.

There is a few minutes of nothing, then Sloane grabs my wrist and pulls me away from her clit. “Good boy,” she whispers, and I melt under the praise.

Glancing down, a long cock sticks through the hole for a minute before slamming into her. Sloane grips my wrist as she gets railed. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and I kiss her forehead.

She looks so fucking sexy filled with cock, pleasure running through her and the flush of lust across her skin.