Chapter 12: Amy
Isaac pulled me to my feet and pushed me toward the bedroom. I licked his warm juices from my lips and giggled as he tried walking with his pants around his ankles and his long cock bobbing up and down. He laughed back and took a moment to kick off his boots and pants and socks. He ripped his shirt open and threw it to the floor.
And there he stood, Isaac Hanson, the billionaire of my dreams with the monster cock and killer smile, all lean muscle and hard intentions.
I kicked off the stilettos and unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor. I kept the mask on. I wasn’t quite ready to reveal my true self to him. Not yet. When Isaac saw that I was naked under the dress, he gave me a devilish growl of approval and started toward me.
“Get in the bedroom,” he said, nodding down the hallway behind me. “On the bed. Spread eagle. I want to taste your hot pussy before I shove my cock into it.”
“Such a dirty boy,” I said, back-peddling, crooking my fingers as if I were reeling him in. “Come put your money where your mouth is… Or your mouth where my money is… Whatever…”
Drunk or not, I could barely believe I was saying the words.
So… unlike me.
So… daring.
So… slutty…
I didn’t care. My cunt was on fire I was so horny. I couldn’t ever remember being so freakin’ horny. Ever! Even when I was slutting my way through college. My nipples were like hard, red thimbles on my tits and my cunt was dripping with hot juices for Isaac to taste. I could literally feel a stream inching down the inside of my right thigh. I wanted Isaac inside me so bad my body ached. I wanted him to shove his huge cock inside my tight box as far as it would go. I wanted him to fuck me so hard it made my teeth rattle.
Damn.
Go me…
The bedroom was large and airy, dark except for a lamp on one of the nightstands. The bed was king-sized and tall. I sat with my cunt on the edge and lay back with my hands on my tits, watching Isaac lick his lips as he fell to his knees and lowered his mouth to my pussy.
“Oooooh...” I jumped when his tongue rolled over my clit. It had been so long since a man was down there, a man with long fingers holding back my labia so his thick tongue could probe deeply into my hole. Isaac’s tongue was like a stubby cock as he drilled it in and out of me. His fingertips rubbed my clit up and down while his thumbs held open the lips so his mouth could French my twat. It took less than a minute to feel another orgasm shuddering through me. My toes curled tightly and I lifted my ass off the bed, pressing my gushing pussy to his lips. I squirted a bit, making Isaac hum with pleasure. He waited until the orgasm was over, then cleaned me off with his tongue and smacked his lips.
“You taste amazing,” he said, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm as he moved to center his cock to my hole.
“Let me taste,” I said, leaning up so he could press his lips to mine. Salty. Pungent. Like a forbidden spice. The taste of my pussy on his lips made me moan. “Mmmm…”
“I want to fuck you,” he said, bracing his hands on the bed at my sides.
“Nothing’s stopping you.” I reached down and took him in my hand and pumped him until he was set, the head pressing against my hole, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. I held my breath as he pushed his way inside. I could feel him inching into my pussy. I was stretching around the girth of his shaft. His cock filled every spare inch of my pussy. He pushed in slowly until he felt my inner wall, then withdrew his cock slowly, then slid it back in again. Every tiny movement sent sharp bolts of sexual lightning coursing through my body.
“Oh… that’s… amazing…” I moaned, feeling him in every cell of my body. I was on fire, sweating, panting, my big tits heaving on my chest. I squeezed my nipples until they hurt and arched my ass to give him a deeper angle.
“Your pussy is… so fucking tight,” he said, the words tumbling out over gasps of breath. “I can feel you… squeezing my cock… fucking… incredible…”
I smiled and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to tell him my pussy was tight because it had been barely used in recent years. I couldn’t have said anything anyway. The orgasm that was building from deep inside me was taking my breath away. All I could do was grunt like an animal each time Isaac hammered his cock into me.
“Fuck… baby… I’m gonna… cumming…”
I watched his face as he prepared to cum. His eyes were tightly shut. His luscious lips pulled back from his teeth. His blond hair bounced off his forehead. Every muscle across his shoulders and chest plumped and veined as he shot his hot load deep inside me.
“Fuck… I’m… cumming… too…” I screamed. I dug my new, fake fingernails into his sides and pulled him in and out. My body shuddered like an earthquake as I came at the same moment he did.
We thrashed and snorted and cussed and screamed and then, when he had fully emptied himself inside me and I had bubbled the last of my juices around his cock, we gazed into each other’s eyes and began to laugh.
I wished that moment could last forever, but I knew better.
Nothing lasts forever.
Not even something as amazing at this.
The truth would come with the light of day.
Isaac had no idea he’d just fucked the stone-cold, bitch Amy Rossetti, the woman he’d left standing alone on that stage a few days ago.
As I gazed at his handsome face from behind the mask, all warm and glowing and happy with what we’d just done, I wondered if perhaps my true identity shouldn’t remain a mystery for both our sakes.
Slowly, Amanda Ross started to fade away.
And Amy Rossetti slowly returned.