Thread: Behind Closed Doors (Admiral Pancake and Demie)

The men who laughed at Max's distress obliged the implication to watch Gio get railed as opposed to watching Max contemplate fleeing the country. They turned their attention to Edmund, who was getting pleasurably teased by the tight ass of the woman in front of him. Max was an afterthought in Edmund's mind at this point. The wink of the woman drew him in, and the rest of his surroundings were a blur now. His slacks were tight fitting to begin with, but now the outline of his cock was clearly visible in the khaki fabric. He ran his tongue over his thin lips in anticipation of truly getting between those cheeks. The cleft of the plump ass being rolled against his member prompted the slight thrusting of his hips, a subconscious response. Can't say no to a lady... he replied to her suggestion. He clenched the handful of dress that he was holding as he felt a pleasurable jolt shoot from his groin. His pale skin flushed a light pink on his cheeks as he swiftly lifted the black dress off of the escort's slender body. The dress was mentally noted as superficial covering before, and now that it had been tossed aside so had the mental state of Edmund. Anticipation had been tossed away and Fucking had taken over. He firmly grasped the thigh of the escort and took the strip of material that did little to cover her and hooked his finger around it, pulling it back. Look at you, reveling in your sin. With a smirk, he let the material snap back into place. Teasing Gio a little for 'reveling in her sin' was just a glimpse into the mind of the playboy Edmund, who was driven by patriarchal pleasure. For a man to screw around was natural, for a woman to do the same made her 'bad'. Edmund contacted Gio in the first place because she fit his shallow standards of what was hot, and when her price threatened to bite a chunk out of his 'play money', he found another, less ethical, source of cash. His social standing was perhaps the most fragile, but he wanted to have the best of the bad girls to relieve his lust, no matter the cost. The hand on the woman's thigh slipped forward to rub against her endowment, but he barely applied any pressure. He teasingly stroked up and down bulge in Gio's thong, allowing his fingers to tease what he assumed was the tip of a very nicely sized penis every so often. The domineering bastard in Edmund had enough of this frivolous teasing. The beast in him demanded 'hard'. 'Hard' was an entire mental concept, a metaphorical umbrella term for many things. His breathing seemed to pick up almost immediately as he pulled a trembling hand away from Gio's crotch. 'Hard' clicked in his brain as he firmly brought his hand down on her ass. The beast wanted 'hard, red'. Hard and Red in all of their abstract glory were the lifeforce of the beast inside of what many people considered a polite young man. Be still. He nearly grunted, a drastic change from the formalized human speech from the correspondence between the two of them. He brought his hand down on each side of the beautiful ass, reinforcing his own arousal by mentally counting each strike. The nature of the beast was still a mystery to Edmund, with the only understanding being that it came and went as it pleased. After acheiving the needed goal of hard and red, he rested his hand on her back after strike number twenty. The sight of the reddened patches on her rear juxtaposed with the fairness of the skin around it sent another jolt through his loins, this time strong enough to make his hardened cock twitch. He hooked the thin strip of material of the woman's thong around his finger again and pulled it downwards. His fingers kneaded the skin on her back as he freed the plump ass of its ineffectual dressage. Franklin, move. He spoke, though more intelligible than before. Franklin grabbed his six-pack of beer, and slunk out of his seat near the vanity. He deliberately avoided looking Edmund in the eyes, a reinforcement of the playboy's 'alpha' status. Edmund stepped back from the escort and stoically spoke Bend over, while pointing at the vanity. He wanted her to bend over the vanity so that he could finish with her. That was the human in him speaking. A brief moment of clarity. He longed to continue exploring that ass with his tongue, fingers... when the beast reared its head again, it would beseech him to use his cock. The upcoming actions with Gio may be a little more bearable if she had a surface to brace herself against.