Page 4 of The Show (Dirty Little Harlots #3)

Edward grunted with each thrust, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside me. “You like this, don't you, slut?” he growled, his voice harsh and degrading. “You like being fucked like the whore you are.”

His words were cruel, meant to humiliate, and yet, they sent a shiver of desire coursing through me.

Did I crave this degradation? I was lost in a haze of sensation, my body responding to every touch, every thrust. I could feel the tension building, the pressure growing, the need for release becoming overwhelming.

Suddenly, Edward pulled out, his body tense, his breath coming in harsh pants. He gripped his cock, pumping it twice before his release spilled onto my cunny. I could feel it, hot and sticky, dripping through my swollen, aroused folds.

Madam Eve's hands were there immediately, her fingers spreading his seed, rubbing it into my skin, tugging at the folds which were already burning with sensitivity.

“You know what to do, Madam,” growled Edward.

The relief I’d felt when Edward had refrained from spending in me turned to positive anticipation as Madam Eve’s gentle hands spread my thighs wider. She bent down, inhaling as if she liked the scent of my cunny covered in a man’s cum. I was positively vibrating in anticipation…

And then her tongue slid along my cleft, licking the remnants of Edward’s release, her hums of pleasure sending vibrations through my sensitive flesh.

Yes.

I was a mess of sensation, my body trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I was close, so close to the edge, but I needed more. I needed something to push me over, to send me spiraling into the abyss.

“Please,” I whimpered, my voice a desperate plea, my hands scrambling at the chaise as my arse wriggled in need. “Please, Madam Eve.”

She lifted her head from between my legs, her lips curled almost wickedly.

When I saw the moisture which coated her mouth and jaw, I gasped in understanding of the lewdness.

This was The Invasion of Brussels, page seventy-nine of A Harlot’s Guide …

but nothing in the guide had indicated one woman might perform the act on another.

“Well, gentlemen?” Edward’s drawl was almost sated. “Who is ready to dump another load of cum on our whore’s cunny? Madam Eve needs something to lick up.”

His words were drowned out by laughter, and Rogers’ eager: “Me! I’m ready again!”

I didn’t want to be fucked by him, not after the way he’d used my mouth, but Madam Eve didn’t look as if she would move from between my legs, thank God.

So when Rogers stepped up, pumping his own cock eagerly, he was forced to point his release downward, spilling into my curls with a grunt.

Madam Eve merely chuckled in delight, lowering her head to my folds again.

When she did, I dropped back against the chaise, my hands groping blindly for the men who’d stepped up to my side.

As she licked me, her fingers now sliding in and out of my core, I used my hands to pump the men around me. Before, this attention had been necessary, something to do to meet my goal—money, enough money to escape this Hell.

Now, though?

Now I stroked them eagerly, praying they would soon be ready for release, so they could spill their seed across my cunny for Madam Eve to lick, prolonging this delicious torture.

I squirmed under her ministrations, delighting in every moment.

I don’t know how long I— we —lasted. The men blended together. As soon as one pulled from my hold to move around to shoot his load across my cunny, another would take his place. My head lolled, and I was lost in the sensations as my pleasure crept higher and higher.

And then, when I reached for another cock, there wasn’t one. The man in my right hand grunted, patting my cheek. “Good girl. I’ll take it over from here,” he murmured, pulling away and moving around the chaise to position himself over Madam Eve’s head.

I held my breath in anticipation of what was about to come…and then Edward stepped up to me.

As the stranger spilled his cum across my cunny with a muted grunt, Edward’s fingers dug into my hair, pulling my head back.

His cock smacked against my cheek, then my forehead, as he pumped himself.

With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see him, but I could hear his rough panting, and I could feel Madam humming against my core as she eagerly lapped up the last man’s spend.

Edward gripped my hair tightly, pulling my head back at a almost painful angle. “Apologies, Madam,” he sneered, “but I’m going to gift my seed to this slut’s stomach.”

His cock pressed against my lips, and I opened for him, taking him into my mouth. He was rough, his hips thrusting forcefully, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each movement. I gagged, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I took it.

I took him, and I writhed in pleasure, because of Madam Eve’s continued ministrations.

“That's right,” Edward rasped. “Choke on my cock. You know you love it.”

Did I love it? Did I love his cruel words, this degrading act, merely because I was having my cunny licked by the most talented of women? I struggled to breathe, to focus on what Madam Eve was doing, even as Edward punished my mouth.

My body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking with sensation. Madam continued to lick and suck at my cunny, her fingers stroking inside me, her touch a stark contrast to Edward's roughness.

Edward's grip on my hair tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more forceful. He was close, I could feel it. His cock swelled in my mouth, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.

“Here it comes, whore. Drink it down.” And then he was coming, his hot release spilling down my throat. I swallowed, taking every last drop, my body convulsing with the effort as his seed hit my stomach. I panted in humiliation, tears streaming under my mask.

And then, just as Edward pulled out, Madam Eve's lips closed around my clit. She flicked the tiny bud with her tongue, her fingers curling inside me, hitting that sweet spot deep within.

That was all I’d needed.

I cried out, my body arching off the chaise, my hands scrambling against the fabric.

My orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me, pulling me under. I screamed, my body convulsing, my cunny squeezing Madam Eve's fingers. She hummed her approval, her touch gentle even as my body writhed and bucked under her ministrations.

It was magnificent .

The most incredibly charged moment of my life.

The degradation, the pleasure, the gentleness, the violence…it had all combined to bring me to this moment, the most amazing release of my life.

As the last of my orgasm faded, I collapsed back onto the chaise, my body limp, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Madam Eve lifted her head, her face glistening with the combined releases of the men, her eyes filled with a wicked satisfaction.

“You did it, love,” she cooed, her hands stroking up my thighs, my sides, down my arms as she leaned over me. It wasn’t a sexual caress, but a comforting one. “You took every man’s cock twice , bringing them to release.”

Had I? A sense of pride filled me as I reached for her, my hands closing around her shoulders, pulling her up my body.

For the first time, I realized she was still fully clothed, wearing the ball gown she’d been flaunting as she presented me earlier.

Was it possible she was as aroused as I was by all this?

Or had it only been my response?

Holding her, I pulled her mouth closer to mine. “I could not have done it without you,” I admitted in a quiet murmur.

Her eyes sparkled with plans and anticipation. “Then I look forward to doing it again, my dear.”

When I pulled her mouth to mine, I tasted my own release and the faint taste of the men’s spend. She’d done that; licking their seed from me, driving me mad with wanting.

Wanting more. Wanting her .

And in that moment, as our tongue played lazily and the men around us chuckled and called to one another about the rest of their plans for the night, I knew a new truth:

I would not be leaving for New York, yet.

Tonight, I’d learned what it meant to truly put on a show, and I’d loved it. I’d loved Madam Eve.

Tomorrow, I’d do whatever she asked me to do, if it meant experiencing that pleasure again.

From the way her lips curled atop mine, she understood my new devotion, and she pulled back just enough to whisper, “Do you have a place to stay, love?”

I’d planned on booking passage to New York tonight, after I’d been paid. So I mutely shook my head, my hands running up her arms, wishing I could bring her a small portion of the pleasure she’d brought me.

As the men began to file from the room, already speaking of their next amusement, Madam Eve smiled gently, her hand cupping my cheeks. “Then you must stay here. In my bed. With me.”

She must’ve seen the joy and excitement on my face at the offer, because she chuckled as she leaned back over me. “Such a good girl,” she murmured, her lips finding mine.

And I wriggled under her, already ready for another show.