“Get out!”
“Yes, my dear, I'm going. But first, I want to prove how wrong you are to act so disdainful toward me.”
Before I had time to make the slightest movement, her dress was flying above her head.
I grew stiff immediately.
My prick was threatening to cut through my shorts and even my pants. As for my balls, they were so swollen with come they were ready to burst. How that whore could excite me!
She was more than naked in a slip whose transparence revealed the areoles of her triumphant breasts, as well as of the V of her thighs gifted with the blonde curls of her mound.
“Well, Tony, do you still want to put me out?”
My throat was caught in a vise, and I felt incapable of uttering the slightest word. And, the blood pounding at my temples, I remained in the middle of the room, nailed to the spot, still master of my instincts but already no longer able to control my imagination.
CHAPTER SIX
Having the curious impression of living in a second state, I was at once the witness and the actor in a scene which scalped my nerves…
Succeeding in a sort of delirium of duality, I saw myself run over to Jackie, throw her down on the couch, and imprison her in my arms and legs.
My voracious mouth crushed against an arrogant breast, a stiff tit in which I cruelly dug my teeth, pulling a plaintive cry from my companion. The spectator Tony was ashamed of the bestial fury to which the actor Tony was abandoning himself. But at the same time, the scene he was watching procured him an immoral pleasure.
I saw myself unzipping my pants.
I saw my impatient cock planting itself in that acquiescent cunt.
How it plunged and rammed. How it dug into that torrid cunt…
“Well, my pet, do you like me?”
These words made me regain contact with reality. A degrading reality. A reality which should have caused me an immense revulsion.