TW - Mistaken identify, not explicitly forced/non-con however, still could be considered and or triggering.

'Where the fuck is he,' I hiss, scanning down the dark hallway. Around me are drunk party goers in different states of undress. Jason knew I hated parties and I hated Halloween parties even more. I would rather be curled up in bed with popcorn and a horror movie.

I can hear music thumping from the front of the house mixed with excited chatter from the crowed outside. Liquor was flowing and this party was quickly getting out of control. Pressing my ear up to a door, I listen for signs of life on the other side. Satisfied I wasn't about to walk in on a couple getting freaky, I inch the door open.

'Jason?' The room is dark, the light from the hallways behind me filtering into what I now realize is a bedroom. Slipping into the room I take a deep breath, happy to find a quiet space to gather my social battery.

With my eyes adjusting to the darkness, I gaze upon a tall figure standing by the window. Soft moonlight illuminates the mask secured to his face. The tension I'm holding in my chest escapes me in a laugh.

'Jason, what are you doing in here?' My voice drifts between us. He doesn't reply, simply he turns around to face me. I can see his dark brown eyes evaluate me, the hunger behind his gaze causes a shiver to dance down my spine. It had been a long time since Jason looked at me with that much need. It reminded me of the look he used to give me when we first started dating.

Stepping forward, I close the distance between us, placing my palm on his chest. He's wearing black cargo pants, boots and a long sleeve shirt. I hum with appreciation remembering the photo of his outfit he had texted me earlier that day. At the time I didn't appreciate the mask that adorned his face, but now seeing it in person there was something deliciously dark about it. It covered his whole face a cross between a skull and demon with ornate horns.

Leaning up on my toes I whisper into his ear, 'if I knew you'd be waiting for me in here I would have come a lot sooner.' My voice is a low purr as I gently bite down on his ear rewarding me with a sharp intake of breath.

In a swift movement I feel his hand wrap around my throat. My pulse spiking from the hot touch of his fingers. When I feel his fingers blocking blood flow, my knees nearly give out. Liquid desire quickly pools between my thighs, my core igniting to life.

'Jason...' I croak as he walks me backwards until my legs hit the bed frame. For the first time tonight I feel thankful that I chose a more revealing outfit. My short blue dress with a white lacy apron was Alice in Wonderland inspired. The costume was greatly assisted by my blonde hair and blue eyes.

There was an unmistakable electricity in the air between us. I had often mentioned how much I would enjoy him taking a dominant role in the bedroom. The appreciative growl that left him when his eyes roamed my body was a foreign noise to me. Right then and there, I decided it would be my mission to coax that growl out of him whilst he pumped inside me.

As if he could read my thoughts, I was pushed back onto the soft mattress. My blonde hair fanning around me like a halo. The mattress dipped under the weight of his body when he climbed on top of me. My fingers itched to remove his mask but something about it made my desire spike. Wordlessly his hand trailed up my calf, slowly stroking the smooth skin.

Arching my hips I wrap my legs around his waist, the fabric of my dress slipping to bunch around my waist. When he growls again, I greedily soak it up. My hips grind up against him enjoying the swell of his cock through his pants. The pressure his body provides to my aching clit causes me to whimper out a moan. We had barely started and I was already falling apart under him. Hazy with need I whisper, 'please, Jason I need you.'

Grunting in response, the man shifts his weight on top of me. The sound of his zipper is music to my ears and cunt. Sliding the flimsy fabric of my damp panties to the side he effortlessly slides inside, my wet need welcoming him.

Hearing a curse under his breath, I roll my hips adjusting to him. It's only when he's inside me, my walls clamping down on him in pleasure do I realize something feels different. It's not as if Jason and I had sex every day, but something about this felt different. Before I can dwell on this fact, he bucks his hips in one powerful thrust. My body shivers, hips arching to meet him as he burrows himself to the hilt inside me.

'Holy fuck!' I moan, my stomach flipping at the feeling of him filling me up. Narrowing my gaze towards him, I slide my hand up his back and unfasten the mask. When it pulls free the scream in my throat is caught by his hot lips on mine. His tongue pushes inside me with the same lustful energy that his cock does.

My world tips on it's axis realising this wasn't Jason. My mind screamed at me to move, to wiggle away from him. To do anything other than lay here and enjoy his cock massaging my g-spot. Our hot saliva mingles, a trail trickling down my chin. Rolling my eyes back I moan into the kiss as the man picks up pace.

His cock is punishing, me with his animalistic need. My moans grow in intensity bordering blissful screams. The words that fall from my lips when our mouths pull apart are filthy.

'Holy fuck, fuck, fuck...' I'm chanting each time his cock slams home. My musky wetness coats his cock trickling down to my ass. I can't help myself, my hands ride up across my stomach, lifting the dress from my body. Arching my back I remove the dress throwing it to the floor. My luscious breasts threaten to spill out from my white lace bra with each movement. Lowering the cups I free my breasts, my peachy nipples hard and begging for attention.

I feel his eyes on me as he adjusts to grab my hips. His rough fingers dig into my flesh so hard I fear he might leave bruises. My mind is fuzzy mess filled with panting need and lust my body screaming for more as an impending orgasm looms over us. Pinching a nipple between my fingers his husky voice pants, 'cum for me little Alice.'

That was all it took, once simple rough command from a stranger to have my cunt convulsing around him. Screaming out in pleasure my orgasm floods his cock threatening to push him out if it weren't for his aggressive thrusts. Roaring his groaned, 'fuck yes!' Ropes of sticky cum painting my insides so deep I feel as if it's in my stomach. I'm left a limp, soggy mess my skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. I can only imagine how hot he would have been under all those clothes.

When the room around us bursts into white light I'm shocked back to reality.

'Vanessa, what the fuck!'

I 25m having been married to my wife 21f for 2 years. The day we met I knew I was in love and my love for her has grown for her daily regardless of what we’ve been through. I was introduced by a close friend who was hanging with her just for the fact she always came running when he wanted a blowjob. He offered for me to meet her as well and have some fun so I said why not.

We met up and I was nervous because I rarely just met with anyone for a random hook up. She said “You seem shy, I like that in a guy. Most are cocky when I meet them.” I just stared blankly at her face because of how beautiful her eyes were and I just couldn’t imagine using this girl the way my friend described. She sees I’m frozen and asked “Soooo would it help if I took my top off for you?” I was caught off guard and stuttered “Uh, maybe lol”. Next thing I know this girl I just met is staring at me with her breasts hanging out and biting her lip. I ask stupidly “What now?” She laughs and starts unzipping my pants knowing I’m to coward to make the first move. I stare like an idiot with my mouth open as she ties her hair back and begins to do what I was told she would.

Her tongue slowly licks me from the base to the tip as to get a taste of me and see how sensitive I am. I clench my ass and my dick twitches. She giggles again and says “You’re new to this huh?”. I simply nodded and continued to stare. She gives me another lick before finally wrapping her mouth around my shaft. I’ve gotten head before but never in my life have I felt a mouth as wet and warm as hers. She starts going up and down sucking it with her eyes closed and has an almost zoned out look to her face. I ask her “Are you comfortable?” She replies, “Don’t worry about me haha this is just a regular part of my week.” I sat wondering what she meant by regular part of her week. Do people like that exist? Before I had any more time to process what she said she goes balls deep on me and just stayed there for what felt like minutes just staring up at me smiling. I couldn’t contain my excitement and starting quickly building up to finish. She realized by my throbbing that it was coming (no pun intended) and cupped my balls firmly and started slurping on me like she had bills to pay. I didn’t even have enough time to mention I’m cumming before she pushed herself all the way down and i subconsciously grabbed her head to push harder. As I cum I can feel my balls hit her chin and let out a loud and grisly “AHHHHHH FUCK!”. This makes her laugh while still on me and I feel a mix of her spit and my cum vibrate and explode out her mouth and around my dick. I start breathing heavy and she just doesn’t stop. She holds me still and deep while gently rubbing her tongue back and forth on the bottom of my shaft until I go soft. That was it I was truly in love and could not let this girl go. Little did I know where it would lead.

I asked her out before I even had a chance to clean up and pick up my pants. She looked surprised and said “I would like to but are you ok with what I do for fun?” I asked what she does for fun and she answers “Suck guys, I’m always training and like the variety.” I froze again and asked if she’s being serious…. she was.

Cut to our first date and we’re at dinner. I ask her what she’s been up to all week and she tells me about all her guy friends she gave head to, as if it was just another hobby. I couldn’t believe it but I still went through with it but she saw the sadness in my face. She asks me “Does it bother you? I told you this is who I am, everyone judges me.” I said “No, I just don’t know what to say but as long as you had fun I’m happy for you and I’m still enjoying our date.” She perked up again and I can tell this was not something she heard often for obvious reason. We ended the date by going to my car to drop her home and she asked if she could suck on me a bit before going in as a thank you for the date. Obviously I said yes and she gave me a sensual blowjob with another throatpie to finish it off. I let a tear out from how good it was and then she kissed me goodbye. We kept going out with every hang out including a sloppy deepthroat and an interesting conversation about all the different guys she sucked throughout the week. It started to feel so normal to me.

6 months later I propose to her and she jumps with joy. “YES YES OH MY GOD YES!” she said as I stood on my knee. She moved into my place and that same week she tells me that her friends want to come over. I assumed it was innocent so I said why not. Little did I know it was 3 of her guy friends. They were nice enough I guess but didn’t pay me to much mind besides saying what’s up and proceeding to sit in my couch. She looks over at me and asks, “Are you ok with this?” I just said “Yea why wouldn’t I be ok with your friends hanging out?” Next thing I know she’s getting naked as her friends pull their pants down. In my head I’m like wtf but I just sat curiously. She starts sucking one of them while the other two rub her body. I’m beginning to feel so confused and upset but horny and excited at the fact I’m about to marry a girl who has the throat of some fantasy story. I jokingly say “Hey can her fiancé join in!?”. All 3 look at me confused as she doesn’t bat an eye and keeps sucking them switching between each one ever few minutes. They tell me “Bro we’re already in the middle of this and she told us we’d be top priority.” I ask her “Babe? Can I not join?” She replies, “Sorry my love, I told them weeks ago id see them and make up for the month I was busy moving in with you. Can you just sit and wait for me to finish and I’ll be all yours.” I was stunned but she looked so good doing it I couldn’t help but agree. Over an hour goes by and she’s still going. I can tell she was edging them by how careful she was. I myself was also edging the whole time because no way I was gonna cum faster then these guys and just blankly watch as they use the girl I’m gonna marry.

First one starts squirming finally after an hour and just like the first day we met, before he has a chance to say he’s cumming she starts throating him crazy and just as he lets out a loud “UHHHHHH” she goes balls deep with her tongue out and I just watch him buck for 30 seconds as he holds her down. And just like I’m used to she slowly sucks him and uses her tongue to massage him until he can’t take anymore. I see the other 2 are just about ready and as soon as she lifts her head to breath the second shoves himself down balls to chin and cums as loud if not louder then the first. He yells “Fuck! You goddamn stupid bitch!” I got extremely upset but didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to fight 3 dudes. He pulls out and the third dude goes in to replace him and again goes balls to chin but this time locking her in with his thighs. He looks a me and says “Watch your girl choke on my nut.” He keeps holding and I see her facing turn red and eyes begin to flutter. I stand up to try and help but she gestures with her hand as to say stay back. I sit back down but much closer in case I do need to step in. My heart was racing thinking wtf am I witnessing right now. I sit looking eye to eye with the girl I love as some dude I never met before busts down her throat and chokes her out. At first we’re looking at eachother and quickly turns to only me looking at her as her eyes rolls back and face starts turning blue. Just as she’s about to go limp he lets go and she starts coughing and gasping for air. I go to hold her and she hugs me as they dress up and are laughing amongst themselves. As they get ready to leave she tell me with a short breath, “Let me say bye.” She gets up and walks them fully naked to the door. As they pass her they say “Later!” And each slap both her tits upward as to make them flop. She closes the door and looks at me with a huge grin. “Wasn’t that awesome!?” She asked. I answer “What the actual fuck just happened, you never told me those are your friends and one of them almost killed you!” She explains “I’ve known them for years before I met you, and Jake loves the headlock haha he taught me how to relax my body when he does it.” I stood in horror contemplating what just happened and how often this must have happened during our relationship. I ask her “Is this what you do for fun every week?” She responded, “Babe I been told you this do you not want to get married anymore?”. I paused and remembered the girl I first met who regularly sucked on my friend and took her top off with within the first few minutes. The girl that saw my shyness and without hesitation slurped on me until I came down her throat and let me relax there until I went soft. I always loved her then and I still love her now for some reason. I answered, “Ofcourse I want to marry you and as long as you’re happy I’m happy.” Which even though I was shocked and confused and had a mix of emotions I haven’t came that hard from masterbating ever.

Cut to present day. We’re 2 years into being married and I almost on a daily basis watch my wife throat guys and enhance her skills. She was an addict when I met her is now more hooked than ever before. She likes to switch it up with different guys so now I search on Reddit and different social sites for men who are trying to get deepthroated and throatpied. More men have throatpied my girl then I can ever fathom to do in my life. I’ve accepted my life and my place. I’m here to love her and feed her addiction. When a guy comes over she refuses to let me join and solely focuses on them. Her stamina has far surpassed what she was able to do when we first met and now stays home all day living off of random dicks while I work and provide for her to to be happy. Do I still get bitched out by dudes and get made fun of from time to time? Yes. But I love my wife more than life itself and if that means having different types of men that come in all shapes and sizes regularly bust balls deep in my wife’s throat so be it. I’ll never stop being in awe of her skill and passion for it and I’ve learned a long time ago to appreciate it without shame. Now I love to sit close by and watch inches away, occasionally laying inbetween a guys legs as I watch his balls slap her chin and her throat expand as he cums. I’m a cuck at heart and I take pride in the way my wife makes men feel.

(This is a true story of my life and I have never shared with anyone. Some aspects are exaggerated for story telling but this is our life, please don’t judge our story. No we don’t record, she does this for fun and we don’t want her face being all over the internet)

Special thanks to an anonymous poster for the writing prompt. If you have a prompt you would like to see fleshed out, my DMs are open.

A text at 11 AM. "Wifey 😍" reads the contact. Message preview is a camera emoji. Not unusual for her to be in touch with me during work, but sending photos is a little strange. Another phone buzz, preview: "Open in bathroom 😜". My brain started working overtime, wondering what it could be. "Why in the bathroom?" I thought as I leaned back in my chair, looking over my cubicle wall, towards the bathroom door. Work was relatively slow, and it was about the right time for a bathroom break anyways. I'm sure boss wouldn't mind.

I walked as fast as I could while still appearing normal. Found an open stall, locked the door, and unlocked my phone. The picture she sent was equal parts salacious, sexy, and tantalizing. A one piece of black lingerie, with frills and red accents. See through too, just to add to the fun. A strap, slid off her left shoulder, exposing her breast with her brown nipple clearly excited. My wife's pretty curvy and Latina, and it's so sexy seeing dressed up like this. The lingerie tapers as it goes down her stomach, exposing her skin and her sexy wide hips. Her legs were slightly up, and her thick thighs looked heavenly.

Everything about this photo set me on fire. Another message popped up: "I have a surprise when you get home 😉" My breath hitched as I read it. She did everything she could to turn me on, and it worked way too well. "Does she have a new toy?" I pondered while my cock hardened. "Wait, this lingerie looks new too. God she's so sexy, I love her so much." My thoughts raced and I got lost in her very obvious tease.

I glanced at the time on my phone and realized I've been in the bathroom for 10 minutes. Boss wouldn't be too pleased, so I flushed the toilet like I really did go, and then washed up for the rest of work. I scurried back to my desk, my face only slightly flushed from the excitement.

Work is hard though. My brain couldn't keep itself focused enough on work. Clearly, someone at home had a more fun option. Vivid images flashed in my brain of having her thick ass clapping against my stomach, only making it harder for me to get through this boring email about printer ink.

"God, she's gonna treat me so right tonight" "I need to know what the surprise is" "Fuck, she knows how to turn me on so well". The thoughts swirled in my head as 5 finally clicked over. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. On my drive home, my phone lit up again. Wifey, again. "I hope you're ready for your surprise. I've been waiting all day hun 👅💦" God, this woman is a nonstop tease. She's insatiable but I love her for it. I pulled up to the driveway and I couldn't get out fast enough. As I flung myself through the front door, I looked around and saw... no wifey.

But I heard her giving her signature head. A sound that could not be confused for anything else. A vigorous slurp sound, followed by a soft moan as her mouth opens, probably swirling her tongue around the head of a cock. I've experienced it a thousand times at this point. I approached the bedroom door and the sounds got louder. The slurping, the gagging, she must be breaking in a new toy with her lingerie. I push the door open slightly, not to scare her while she's in the act. As I peeked around the door, I found something that was completely unexpected.

She was on her knees and looked incredible with her black lingerie framing her fat ass. The back of her head was towards me. She was bobbing her head, completely lost in the act. As the door swung wider, I saw that she was actually sucking off a naked stranger. He's tall, at least 8 inches in his thick cock, and completely lost in the ecstasy of her oral skills. She heard the door creak and popped off the man's large member to see me with my jaw agape.

She yells "Surprise!" like it's always what she meant for me to see. A moment of confusion washed over me, and the man looks over, just smiling at seeing what my sexy wife had done to him. His pale, thick cock had an engorged pink head, glistening with her spit and throbbing from her skills. He seemed younger than us, but not by much. She stood up and gave me a kiss on my lips, before saying "Alright hun, I'm gonna go back to my fun, ok?" Still not explaining who this man is in our home, she got back on her knees and engulfed his fat cock again.

My brain started working out what she meant by surprise. "How did she get her arm that far away from her in her lingerie photo? And she sent those emojis before I got home because..." It all clicked into place. She had him over, to show off this lingerie to him. He probably bought it and took the picture to send to me. She was getting ready to suck his dick, because she knew I was coming home soon. That's why she sent that second message when I was driving. She knew that I would be thinking about her and I fucking, not about another guy. I mean, realistically, who would. I always talked to her about sharing her, but never thought she would act on it. She planned it all out, and masterfully executed it, right in plain sight. "God, she's so fucking sexy." I thought.

When I snapped back to the room, I saw her tongue running all the way up and down the underside of his shaft. She even went down to suck on his balls and stroked him with her hand. His hands ran through her hair and a deep moan rolled out of him. I couldn't help but walk forward and start touching my stiff cock. She reached her free hand out and pawed at my cock. That was always her signal that she wanted it out of my pants. Who was I to refuse? It just felt a little strange to do it in front of another man.

I unzipped my pants and she purred at feeling my cock over my underwear. She goes back down on his cock, immediately gagging on it. Her hand reached inside my waistband and fished it out, stroking it slowly. Even though she was clearly busy, she gave me more than enough visual stimulation to make up for it.

I started sinking deeper into the horniness of it all. The stranger had ragged breathing, her nose was pushed against his stomach, and her tongue even slid out to lick his balls. His hands gripped her head, and she stayed down for 30 seconds, completely engulfing his cock. He moaned, "God your mouth is so fucking good" and her hand tightened its grip on my cock. She eventually her mouth pulled off and looked up into his eyes.

"You wanna cum for me?" She said as she stroked his cock over her tongue. She dipped back onto just his head as he moaned, "Yes yes yes, please make me cum. I've been waiting so long for this". His hands were stuck onto the back of her head and she stroked the rest of his shaft with both her hands. She must've teased him for a while before I got home. I smiled and stroked myself, moaning and adding to the pleasurable sounds of the house.

Within seconds, I could see his stomach pulled in, his balls tensed up, and his massive cock started to spasm. She held her mouth firm onto him, still looking right into his eyes. She loved doing that to me, so it was even sexier she was doing it for someone else. And just like she did for me, she pulled off after he was done and showed how much cum was on her tongue. A little dripped off onto her lingerie as she presented it. "Fuck, you're amazing" he moaned out. His cock was still huge but started to soften.

He went to lay on the bed, ecstatic from my wife's talent. She oriented her body towards me and said, "Your turn", sticking out her cum-coated tongue. The sensation as she took me in her mouth was unfathomably hot. It felt like she had so much lube and spit as she slid all the way down my cock. I felt her throat tense right around my cock head when she hit the bottom. I thought about how incredibly hot it was that she just took another man's cum and is now using it as lube for taking my cock in her mouth.

I'm not gonna lie, I couldn't last. From how she teased me all day, the way that she just gave me a show of a lifetime, and how she's now servicing me, I couldn't hold it in. I quickly told her "I'm cumming" and she looked up at me, waiting for my cum to shoot down her throat. I felt her tongue rub under my shaft as I shot rope after rope. I groaned and my legs shook from my powerful orgasm.

Once I finally felt the wave pass over me, I pulled out her mouth and pulled her up to kiss her. I could still taste his cum on her tongue, but I didn't care. It was the hottest surprise I ever had.

Edit: Added anonymous credit

The dimly lit rooms of La Masquerade held secrets and desires, and as Antonio and Olivia ventured deeper into the club, they were about to uncover a revelation that would ignite their passions even further. Rex, the enigmatic host, had a surprise in store for them, one that would push the boundaries of their sexual exploration.

As they followed Rex through the labyrinthine corridors, the couple's hearts raced with anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the faint sounds of pleasure emanating from hidden chambers. Olivia's curiosity grew with every step, her body tingling with excitement, while Antonio's desire burned brighter, eager to uncover the night's pleasures.

Rex led them to a private chamber, adorned with luxurious silk curtains and plush furnishings. A soft glow from candlelight illuminated the room, creating an intimate atmosphere. In the center, a large four-poster bed dominated the space, its sheets a rich crimson, inviting and sensual.

"Tonight, my friends, we take pleasure to new heights," Rex announced, his voice deep and mesmerizing. "I have a proposal that will tantalize your senses and fulfill your wildest fantasies."

As Antonio and Olivia exchanged intrigued glances, Rex stepped aside, revealing a breathtaking woman standing behind him. She was a vision of pure sensuality, with long, straight raven hair that fell like a silken curtain, framing her flawless pale skin. Her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, held an air of mystery and intrigue. She wore a figure-hugging black gown that accentuated her slender yet curvaceous figure, leaving little to the imagination. This was Luna, Rex's partner in pleasure and pain.

"Allow me to introduce Luna, my beloved companion," Rex continued, his hand resting gently on Luna's waist. "Together, we aim to elevate your experiences here at La Masquerade. And tonight, we propose a unique exploration of desire—a partner-swapping experience that will leave you breathless."

Antonio's eyes widened with surprise, his curiosity piqued. He had never considered such an arrangement, but the thought of sharing Olivia with another man, and in turn, experiencing a new woman, sent a surge of excitement through his body. Olivia, on the other hand, felt a mix of nervousness and arousal. The idea of being desired by two men simultaneously was a fantasy she had only dared to imagine.

"I can see the interest in your eyes, my friends," Luna purred, her voice like velvet. "Tonight, we will indulge in each other's pleasures. Antonio, you will have the opportunity to taste the sweetness of my body, while I surrender to your skilled touch. And Olivia, my dear, you will discover the ecstasy of being pleasured by two men who crave your every moan."

Luna's words sent a shiver down Olivia's spine. She felt a rush of wetness between her thighs as her mind conjured images of being taken by Antonio and Rex simultaneously. The thought of their hands exploring her body, their mouths worshipping her breasts, and their cocks claiming her pussy and mouth was almost too much to bear.

"Let us begin," Rex said, his voice commanding yet laced with a hint of playfulness. "Antonio, join me by the bed. We will start by preparing our partners for the night's delights."

Antonio approached the bed, his eyes fixed on Luna's enticing figure. He watched as Rex gently guided Luna onto the soft mattress, her dress sliding up her thighs, revealing long, slender legs. Antonio's cock began to stir, hardening at the sight of Luna's exposed skin.

Rex leaned in, his lips brushing against Luna's neck, sending shivers through her body. He slowly unbuttoned her dress, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her full breasts. Antonio's breath caught in his throat as he witnessed Rex's skilled hands caressing Luna's soft curves.

"Now, Antonio, it's your turn to pleasure her," Rex instructed.

Antonio moved closer, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached for the clasp of Luna's bra. With a gentle click, he released her breasts, revealing her rosy nipples, already taut with anticipation. He cupped her full bosom, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks, eliciting a soft moan from Luna's lips.

"Yes, just like that," Luna whispered, her eyes fluttering shut. "Your touch is exquisite."

Antonio leaned down, his mouth claiming one of her nipples, suckling gently at first, then with increasing urgency. Luna arched her back, offering herself to his hungry mouth, her hands threading through his dark hair, encouraging his passionate attentions.

As Antonio continued to lavish attention on Luna's breasts, Rex moved to the foot of the bed, his gaze fixed on the erotic display. He slowly removed his jacket, revealing a muscular frame, and began to unbutton his shirt, exposing his broad chest. Olivia, watching from the sidelines, felt her body respond to the sight of two men undressing before her.

Rex's eyes locked with Olivia's, and with a subtle nod, he beckoned her forward. "Come, my dear, it's time for you to join us."

Olivia approached the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. She stood between the two men, feeling their desire for her in every fiber of her being. Rex took her hand, guiding it to his chest, where she could feel the warmth of his skin and the rapid beat of his heart.

"Antonio, pleasure Luna's sweet pussy while I prepare Olivia for our union," Rex instructed, his voice hoarse with desire.

Antonio, his cock throbbing with need, moved between Luna's thighs. Her legs were already parted, a silent invitation. He gently caressed the inside of her thighs, his fingers brushing against the damp silk of her panties. Luna's breath quickened, her body anticipating the touch of his fingers on her most intimate place.

With slow, deliberate movements, Antonio slid Luna's panties to the side, exposing her glistening pussy lips. He inhaled sharply at the sight of her wetness, a testament to her arousal. Slowly, he traced the folds of her sex, his fingers gently parting her, revealing her swollen clit.

Luna let out a soft cry as Antonio's finger teased her entrance, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her body. "Oh, yes... there..." she whispered, her hips rising to meet his touch.

Antonio obliged, sliding one finger into her tight heat, feeling the velvety warmth of her pussy gripping him. He thrust gently, his finger sinking deeper, searching for her sweet spot. Luna's back arched off the bed, her hands clutching the sheets as she surrendered to the building pleasure.

As Antonio continued to finger-fuck Luna, Rex guided Olivia to the edge of the bed. He positioned her on her knees, her round bottom presented to him, her dress hiked up to reveal her bare thighs. Olivia's breath quickened, her pussy already dripping with anticipation.

Rex's hands roamed over Olivia's curves, his touch sending shivers through her. He gently caressed her bottom, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, before sliding his hands beneath her dress, exploring her warm, wet folds.

"You're so wet, my dear," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "So ready for what's to come."

Olivia moaned softly as Rex's fingers found her clit, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. He teased her, building her desire, while Antonio's fingers worked their magic on Luna, bringing her closer to the edge.

The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, soft moans, and the wet, rhythmic sounds of fingers stroking hungry pussies. The air was thick with desire as the foursome indulged in their sensual exploration.

"Now, my dear Olivia, it's time for you to taste the pleasure of two cocks," Rex whispered, his hands guiding her to kneel before him.

Antonio, his cock throbbing with need, stepped closer, positioning himself in front of Olivia. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, as she took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

Rex stood behind her, his hands on her hips, guiding her movements. He positioned his rigid shaft at the entrance of her slick pussy, teasing her, rubbing the head against her wetness. Olivia moaned around Antonio's cock, the sensation of being filled from behind sending shivers of anticipation through her body.

With a swift thrust, Rex buried himself deep inside Olivia's wetness, his cock sliding effortlessly into her tight heat. She gasped, her mouth momentarily releasing Antonio's cock as she adjusted to the fullness of being taken from both ends.

"Fuck, she's so tight," Rex growled, his voice strained with desire. "Take her, Antonio. Show her what it's like to be fucked by two men."

Antonio needed no further encouragement. He gripped Olivia's hair gently, guiding her head as she took him deep into her throat, her lips sliding up and down his shaft. Her mouth felt like a warm, wet vise, milking his cock as he thrust into her mouth.

Olivia was in ecstasy, her body on fire. She felt the simultaneous sensations of Antonio's cock in her mouth and Rex's thick shaft stretching her pussy. She moaned and whimpered, her cries muffled by Antonio's cock, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

As Antonio and Rex fucked Olivia from both ends, Luna watched with rapt attention, her fingers working her own clit as she witnessed the raunchy display. The sight of Olivia's pleasure-filled face, the sounds of her moans, and the sight of two hard cocks pounding her body sent her over the edge.

Luna's body convulsed in a powerful orgasm, her back arching off the bed as she cried out, her pussy clenching around her fingers. Antonio, feeling Luna's climax, redoubled his efforts, his cock throbbing as he filled Olivia's mouth with his length.

"I'm going to cum, baby," he groaned, his voice hoarse.

Olivia, sensing his impending release, increased her pace, her mouth working feverishly. Antonio's cock twitched in her mouth, and with a loud grunt, he exploded, filling her mouth with his hot, sticky cum. She swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of his release.

As Antonio's orgasm subsided, Rex continued to pound into Olivia's pussy, his own climax building. He withdrew, his cock glistening with her juices, and positioned himself at her entrance once more. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Olivia cried out, her body trembling on the brink of her own climax.

Rex's hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he pounded into her with abandon. Luna, still recovering from her own orgasm, crawled to the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the erotic scene before her.

"Cum for me, my dear," Luna urged, her voice husky. "Let us see your pleasure."

Olivia's body tightened around Rex's cock, her pussy clenching and releasing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Rex, feeling his impending explosion, withdrew from Olivia's soaked pussy. He turned to Luna, who was eagerly waiting, and filled her mouth with his cum soaked length. Luna immediately began to work her mouth around his throbbing cock, as he filled her throat his hot seed.

The room fell silent, save for the heavy breathing of the four participants. Sweat glistened on their bodies, and the air was thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction.

"That was..." Olivia began, her voice breathless.

"Incredible," Luna finished for her, a satisfied smile on her lips.

As the couples lay entangled in a post-coital haze, the realization of the night's events began to sink in. They had just shared an experience that would forever change their perceptions of pleasure and desire.

"This is just the beginning," Rex said, his voice filled with promise. "La Masquerade has many more delights in store for those who dare to explore."

As the night wore on, the foursome continued their erotic adventures, each encounter pushing the boundaries of their sexuality and taking them further down the path of decadence and uninhibited pleasure. The club's secrets and the foursome's desires were only just beginning to unfold, leaving them hungry for more.

The day after I got dominated by Vance at his house, only to be caught off guard by Owen attempting to surprise me at my apartment, I made plans with Owen to go out to dinner with him.

Or so he thought. As much as it hurt me to do so, I actually was going to tell him that I didn't deserve him and I was just going to hurt him in the end. I had to tell him that I was so turned on after our last date because of the woman that taught it, not him. Not even with as good as the sex was that night. I had to tell him that while he was gone, I went over to somebody else's house and let them fuck my mouth, my pussy, and my ass. Owen deserved so much better.

I had told him that I would meet him outside the restaurant, although he wanted to pick me up. I had decided to let him down before we even went in, as much as it was going to hurt both of us.

Instead, as I waited outside for him, I was starting to have second thoughts. If I were smart, I would vow to never see Vance again, forget about Rachel and the way she makes me feel, and just focus on Owen. And as soon as I saw Owen carrying a bouquet of flowers for me and saw the smile on his face, I decided to stick with him.

Dinner was amazing that night, and we ended up back at my apartment, where we slept together. As I lay on my back in my bed, with him sucking on my breasts while his cock went in and out of me, I was truly happy.

Until that Friday, when I received an unexpected text. It was from Rachel, and it said, "Hey Kourtney, are you and your boyfriend planning on another dance lesson this weekend? If so, is there anyway me and you could meet before hand?"

I texted her back and said, "He hasn't said anything, so I doubt it."

Hesitating for a second, I texted her again before she texted back to say, "And he's not my boyfriend."   "Oh, that's good to know. So, any chance we could still meet up? Ever since I saw you last week, I keep thinking about you," she texted me back.

I knew that I should say no, that I should block her number, and call Owen. Instead, I told her that I didn't have plans that night and that I would meet her for a coffee.

The last time I saw Rachel, besides at the dance lesson Owen took me to, we got into a major fight, where I accused her of just using me for my body and taking advantage of how I felt about her.

I ordered a coffee and sat down by a window. The last time I was supposed to meet Rachel for coffee, she stood me up, and I was half expecting it to happen again. But I was happy to see her walking down the sidewalk, past me sitting inside, and opening the door to enter the coffee shop. She didn't look around; instead, she walked up and ordered a coffee. She finally turned around after getting her cup, spotted me, and waved as she walked over, sitting down across from me.

"Can I just start out by saying how sorry I am? After our fight, I started thinking about all the things I had done to you, and I realized why you felt the way you do. I was such a jerk to you, despite me thinking that I was being nice to you," she said immediately. 

I took a big gulp of my coffee before responding and saying, "Thank you for saying that."

"No, it should be me thanking you. What you said really opened my eyes up and made me think about how I was treating people, especially those I care about. I really did and still do care about you and like you. I was just going about it the wrong way," Rachel said. "Can I make it up to you?"

"How?" I asked.

"My place is just up the road, and all my roommates are gone. We can do whatever you want," she said.

I laughed and said, "Rachel, since our fight, I've had some of the...ugh...you know what? If it's just going to be all about sex for you, forget it. I'm out."

I gave Rachel a second to respond, but when she didn't, I grabbed my coffee cup, got up, and left the coffee shop.

By the time I got back to my apartment, I could feel the tears coming. I went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, trying to force myself to not cry and to smile. I had had my brown hair in a ponytail, but I pulled it out. As I shook out my hair and combed it, I thought that it was time for a change and vowed to go get it cut and dyed the next day.

I went to lay on my bed, trying to distract myself from what had just happened with Rachel. But the more I tried not to think about it, the more I did. I finally convinced myself to call Owen, but he didn't answer. I opened up my messaging app, thinking about texting Danny or Jessica to see what they were up to that night.

But, before I could click on either one of their names, I saw the text thread I had with Rachel. I had a picture of her face as the profile icon and stared at it. She was incredibly pretty. As I stared at it, I could feel myself starting to get wet.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was opening up her messages and sending her one that said, "Hey, I'm sorry for what I did. You didn't deserve that. If you want, I can still come to your place, and maybe we can make it up to each other?"

I didn't have to wait long until she texted back to say, "I'm actually still out. I'll come to you."

I anxiously waited the few minutes it took for Rachel to make it to my apartment. I let her in after she knocked, and we sat down on two different couches I had in my living room, sitting across from each other.

"Can I finish saying what I wanted to say at the coffee shop?" She asked me, and I nodded my head yes. "Thanks. I have meant everything I've ever said to you. I don't like just hooking up with women. I was looking for a relationship with you. But I misguidedly thought that I should show you how to please a woman what I thought was the right way instead of letting you explore and learn on your own. I never meant to, wanted to, or thought I could or would hurt you the way I did. I would be so thankful if you gave me a second chance and we could see what happens."

"What about when you go to Europe? Then what? I just sit here and wait for you?" I asked her.

"No. God no. But I would hope that I could at least make an impression on you that you'll be happy when I get back," she said.

"When do you leave?" I asked.

"A week from tomorrow," she said, a tinge of sadness in her voice.

I stood up from the couch and said, "Then I guess we better make up for lost time."

I closed the gap between us and climbed onto Rachel's lap as she leaned back on the couch. I leaned down over her, moving until our lips met and we began to kiss. Rachel had her brown, curly hair pulled back into a ponytail and was wearing a white t-shirt with a deep V cut into it that showed off her C-cup-sized breasts, along with a blue jean skirt that ended just after her groin. She finished off her outfit with knee-high black boots.

Not wanting to waste any time or give her a chance to change her mind, I moved my hand up over her stomach and rested it on her breast, giving it a squeeze as we kissed. When she didn't resist or stop me, I slipped my hand into her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra, and continued to kiss her as I started to roll my hips on her groin.

Rachel moaned into my mouth as we kissed, our lips opening to let our tongues swirl together. She wrapped her arms around my waist, moving her hands down to her butt, where she cupped my cheeks and squeezed them.

After squeezing my ass, she moved her hands up and grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt. Starting to pull up on it, I lifted my arms up above my head and briefly broke the kiss as she pulled my shirt off. Going to unhook my white bra, she said, "I want to feel your tits on mine."

She threw my bra behind us, exposing my B-cup-sized breasts. Before she could reach for them, I grabbed onto the bottom of her shirt and pulled it, along with her bra, off. Seeing her breasts naked for the first time, I wasted no time before my hands were all over them. I squeezed her bare flesh, rubbed her nipples with my palms and fingers, and leaned down far enough that I could flick her nipples, one at a time, with my tongue.

I made eye contact with Rachel, her mouth slightly agap as she let out soft moans, and wrapped my lips around her left nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, as I continued to squeeze her right breast with my hand. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sounds of her moans and her nipple in my mouth.

As I kissed over to her right breast and took that nipple in my mouth, Rachel grabbed onto my ass again, this time sliding her hands inside the leggings I had on. She grabbed my bare ass with her hands, squeezing tight and pushing my groin into hers, as I continued to lick and suck on her nipples, switching back and forth between the two.

I moved one of my hands between us and raised up my hips enough to rest my palm on her groin. She started to push her hips up as I slipped my hand under her skirt, and I began to rub her wet vagina over the underwear she had on.

Rachel moaned louder as I sucked hard on the nipple I had in my mouth, pinched her other nipple at the same time, and pressed my finger against her groin. I let go of her nipple, moved up to briefly kiss her lips, then got up off her.

As I stood above her, she was leaning back on the couch, her upper body exposed, her dancer's legs spread open, her skirt slightly pushed up, and she was breathing deeply, staring up at me with lust-filled eyes. I smiled as I kneeled on the floor in front of her, placing my hands on her knees and pushing them even farther apart.

Rachel may not look like it, but she was pretty flexible, able to do the splits, so I was able to spread her legs pretty far open. I moved inside her thick thighs and grabbed onto her underwear. She lifted her hips up as I pulled the black underwear off her groin and down her legs, throwing them behind me after they were off. I leaned forward, smelling her sweet scent off her clean-shaven pussy, before sticking my tongue out and licking up and down her slit.

"Fuck, Kourtney," she moaned as I licked and kissed all over her pussy. I brought my hand up next to my mouth and used my fingers to spread open her pussy. I pushed my tongue inside her, licking all around, and started to dart it in and out of her.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Fuck, I never should have waited."

I briefly pulled my tongue out of her, sliding my finger inside her in its place, and said, "I don't know. Maybe it was a good thing I got some experience with another woman first."

"Oh, you did? She is a very lucky girl, because, fuck, you're great," Rachel moaned, leaning her head back against the couch and closing her eyes.

As I pushed and pulled my finger in and out of her, I flicked her clit back and forth with my tongue before wrapping my lips around it and sucking it into my mouth. I reached up with my free hand and grabbed onto her breast, squeezing it over and over.

Her breathing started to get more and more shallow as I kept my finger in her, making a "come here" motion with it, and continued to suck her clit with my lips as I pressed my tongue against it. "Yes, yes, yes." I heard her moaning, letting out a much louder moan as she pushed her hips up into my face. I could feel her orgasm hitting as she used her hands to hold my face in place and covered my finger with her juices.

As she came down from her orgasm, I licked her juices up from around her pussy before sitting back on my heels and calfs. I looked into her eyes as I licked my lips and my finger. "Fuck, Kourtney, I'm so sorry for making you wait," she said.

I laughed as I said, "I had to show you what you were missing out on."

I sat down next to Rachel, and she asked, "So, who was the other girl? When?"

"Are you jealous?" I asked her.

"No, not at all. Unless I have to be worried about her," Rachel said.

"No, you don't. Do you remember me telling you about Danny and Jessica? My ex-brother and sister-in-law who are now dating?" I asked as Rachel told me that she did. "Well, they came out for a weekend a few weeks ago, and we all slept together."

"All of you?" Rachel asked.

"Yes. I blew Danny and fucked him; Jessica and I ate each other out and played with some toys, and then he fucked me in the ass before they went home," I explained to her.

"Wow. Have you slept with anybody else since then?" She asked.

I started to think about the last few weeks and could feel a tear coming. I turned away from Rachel and wiped it off but felt her moving and sitting up next to me.

"I'm sorry, Kourtney, did something happen? You don't have to tell me; it really isn't any of my business," Rachel said as she placed her hand on my lower back and rubbed it.

"No, it's OK," I told her, wiping another tear away. "I've just really been struggling the last few weeks and have felt like I've been ignoring my true feelings by sleeping around, even though I tell myself I wouldn't."

"Oh," Rachel said, sitting back on the couch. "Is tonight one of those times?"

I whipped around to face Rachel as the tears started to fall. "No. Yes. No. I have no idea any more." I started to cry, putting my head in my hands and leaning down into my lap.

The last thing I saw before I did that was a look of anger on Rachel's face, and I was expecting her to get up and leave. Instead, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me back into her body. She turned my head into her shoulder, letting me cry on it as she held me.

"Thank you," I said as I stopped crying, wiping the tears away again.

"You're welcome," Rachel said, holding me tight. "I know what it's like to struggle, especially with mental health, and turn to something else expecting to fix it.

I sat up more, reaching for a tissue and blowing my nose. "It's just that I moved to Chicago to get away from drama in my life. Instead, I'm just bringing more and more into it. I was lonely, so I slept around some. I met you and was feeling great, but I blew that by getting mad at you. And after Danny and Jessica came out, I vowed to get myself back on track and focus on why I was here. So, I called one of the guys I met on Tinder, one who really cared and wanted more with me. He's the guy that took me to your dance studio," I told her.

"Oh, him, he's cute," she said, listening intently to me.

"Super cute. Friendly and attentive. He actually went to visit some family from where he's from and came back early to surprise me. And you know what I was doing?" I said, feeling the tears coming again.

"What were you doing?" She asked.

"I was at another guy's house, getting dominated," I said, starting to cry again.

"Oh wow. Did you tell him?" Rachel asked.

"Of course not! I wanted to. I was going to meet him for dinner the next night and break off everything. I wanted to tell him that he deserved so much better. Instead, he surprised me with flowers, and we ate dinner together and slept together afterwards," I said.

"Oh no! Now what?" She said.

"I have no idea. Because I was going to call him after I walked out on you at the coffee house, but instead, I called you, and now we're sitting half naked on my couch," I said.

"Oh, Kourtney, I'm so sorry. I really wouldn't have come over if I had any idea," she said.

"I know. But how could you? It's all my fault. I'm like a guy, thinking with my dick. And now I feel like I've just taken advantage of you, when that's exactly what I want to stop doing," I said.

"No, Kourtney, you need to stop that. Seriously. I've been there before. I was part of a cast for a show, doing a part I hated. And instead of using it to grow and learn, I started to sleep with the male lead. And as soon as the performances stopped, he left town, and I never heard from him again. And what did I do once he ghosted me? I went and slept with somebody else! Sometimes, a girl just needs sex, no matter what else is going on in our lives," Rachel said, making me laugh as she said it.

"Oh geez," I said. "You're not kidding. Making you orgasm felt so good."

"I bet. It made me feel good too," she said, wrapping her arms around me again.

I cuddled up into her body, leaning my head back against her and resting my hands on her arms. "This feels nice too," I said.

"Yes, it does. This just might be my favorite part," she replied.

"Can you stay with me tonight? Will you? I don't want to be alone," I asked her, almost begging.

"Of course," Rachel answered, kissing the top of my head with her lips.

"Thank you," I told her.

We cuddled together on the couch for a while, sitting silently in our own thoughts. At some point, Rachel leaned down and started to kiss my neck, making me moan and my groin start to tingle. "We can move to my bed if you want," I said.

Rachel sucked the skin of my neck into her mouth before releasing me and unwrapping her arms from my body. I stood up off the couch and offered my hand to help her up. I looked her naked body up and down and smiled before grabbing her hand and leading her down to my room.

Once there, I wrapped my arms around her neck, she put her hands on my hips, and we started to kiss. She moved her hands around to my back and squeezed my ass before using her hands to pull down the leggings and underwear I had been wearing. As we continued to make out, she moved her hand to my vagina, using her fingers to rub around it as I started to get wet again.

I ended the kiss and said, "I've missed your fingers."

"What about my mouth and tongue?" She asked.

"Yes," I moaned as she slipped a finger inside my pussy. I walked backwards until I hit the bed and sat down on it, Rachel falling down to her knees at the same time. She spread my legs apart, keeping her finger inside me, and started to kiss around it.

I leaned back, using my hands to support myself, and moaned as Rachel licked around my pussy, continuing to push and pull her finger in and out of me. "Oh, Rachel, yes," I said, closing my eyes as she used her fingers to spread open my pussy and dart her tongue in and out.

She used her fingers to start to rub my clit, making me moan even more. It wasn't long before I started to cum, pushing my hips up into her mouth and covering her face with my juices. Rachel eagerly licked it up before she sat up and looked at me, licking her lips. I leaned down, grabbed her face with my hands, and kissed her passionately, pushing my tongue into her mouth so I could taste myself on her.

I wrapped my arms around Rachel and started to pull her up. She climbed onto the bed, crawling on top of me, and laid down on me as I scooted back on the bed. I wrapped my legs around her, feeling her groin on mine, as she started to move back and forth, attempting to rub our pussies together. 

We continued to kiss, our breasts pushing together, our hips rocking back and forth together, as our lips opened and our tongues swirled together. When I needed to take a deep breath and pulled my head away from her, Rachel immediately went back to kissing my neck and slowly made her way down to my chest. I watched as she sucked my nipples into her mouth, flicking them with her tongue, one at a time.

I moved my hand to the back of her head, running my fingers through her curly hair, as I enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on my nipples. She started to use her hand on me, first to pinch and rub whatever nipple wasn't in her mouth before moving her hand down and rubbing my clit.

She continued to switch between my breasts, licking and sucking with her mouth and leaving kisses with her lips, as she put more and more pressure on my clit. "Yes. Yes. Oh fuck, Rachel. You're going to make me cum again. Yes!" I moaned out as my orgasm built up.

When it hit, I moved my hand down to my groin, putting it on top of hers, and pushing her fingers into my clit. I arched my back off the bed as I came, Rachel focusing on rubbing my clit instead of sucking on my nipples. As I came down from my orgasm, I kissed her again before asking, "Can I use one of my toys on you?"

Rachel smiled big and said, "Please do."

We kissed again as Rachel rolled over onto her back. I rubbed her pussy, feeling how wet she was as I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out my smaller dildo. It was about five inches long and thin, but felt good when used correctly. I made eye contact with Rachel as I stuck the dildo in my mouth and got it wet with my spit. I kissed the tip of it after pulling it out of my mouth.

Rachel spread her legs for me and was biting her lower lips as I traced the tip of the dildo down her stomach to her groin. Once there, I pushed the tip of it against her pussy lips and inside her. With my other hand, I grabbed Rachel's hand, and we squeezed each other tight as I pushed and pulled the dildo in and out of her.

"As good as this feels," Rachel said after a few minutes. "I do want to get a strap on for us."

"That would be amazing. But I can also make this feel better," I said as I sat on the bed with my legs behind me.

I reached back over to the nightstand drawer, reached inside, and pulled out a vibrator. Rachel smiled big as I turned it on and lightly touched her clit with it. "Oh God," Rachel moaned.

"Too much?" I asked.

"No, keep using it," she said.

With a smile on my face, I adjusted so that I was kneeling on my knees next to her. I kept using one hand to fuck her pussy with the dildo and pressed the head of the vibrator against her clit.

I used both of the toys on her, watching as she closed her eyes, moaning as I pleased her, and her body squirmed as her orgasm built up.

"You're so fucking sexy," I told her. "I could listen to you moan and watch you cum all day."

I continued to watch and use the toys on her until her back arched up, her hips pressing up into the toys, and she let out one long, loud moan. "Oh, fuck," she said as she came, her juices squirting out and soaking my bed.

I kept the toys going, sliding the dildo in and out as she came, eventually letting go of the vibrator and leaning down to kiss her. As her orgasm ended, she lowered her back and hips down, returning my passionate kiss.

I finally pulled the dildo out of her, ending the kiss and looking down to see a trail of her cum going from her pussy to the dildo. I lifted the dildo to my mouth and made eye contact with her as I lifted it to my mouth and sucked it clean.

"Fuck, you're hot," she said, breathing deeply and trying to recover from her orgasm.

I laughed as I pulled the dildo from my mouth and laid down next to her. We cuddled with each other for a little while until we both got up and went to go clean each other up. She helped me change the sheets of my bed, wearing her thong and one of my T-shirts.

We ended up falling asleep next to each other. I woke up in the middle of the night, smiling as I saw Rachel sleeping peacefully next to me.

We woke up around the same time the next morning, sharing a good morning kiss and resting our foreheads against each other.

"Thank you for staying with me," I whispered to her.

"Of course," she replied back.

She kissed my forehead before closing her eyes again, pulling my body close to hers.

Both of our eyes shot open when we heard the door to my apartment open and shut. We looked at each other with fright in our eyes, unsure what to do.

"Kourtney? Who is this? Is that the dance instructor?"

Both of us turned to look at the doorway into the bedroom. Owen was standing there, a confused look on his face, a bouquet of flowers, and a box of chocolates in his hands.

This story revolves around a consensual non-consent scene. Though it's light-hearted, it's still CNC. If this particular kink doesn't appeal to you, I recommend enjoying some of the other fine smut available 'round these parts.

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“This movie is fucking awesome,” Ella was talking through a mouthful of popcorn.

“Eh? Really? It’s kinda–I don’t know, slow.”

We were watching Neighborhood Phantom, a low-budget home invasion thriller from the 80s.

“Okay, sure,” Ella was sitting on her knees, eyes glued to the flickering television, “but it’s tense. And you should, at least, appreciate all the ridiculous nudity.”

“It’s not ridiculous. It’s very important to the overall plot. How else would I know that Jenny enjoys wearing nothing but panties and a tank top when she’s home alone? That’s critical to my understanding of her character.”

Ella stared at me blankly for a moment before turning her attention back to the movie, “It rules and there are two sequels!”

“The third one involves a satanic cult that resurrects the Phantom, so that could be pretty–”

“Derivative. Blah blah blah. It’s always a satanic cult. Why can’t it occasionally be a Christian cult?”

“Point taken, but I guess a satanic cult is technically Christian. Plus, it was the 80s, Satan was kinda having a moment.”

“I don't care about that but...” Ella twirled a strand of hair around her finger, which she always did when she was about to say something great, “I fucking love the home invasion aspect. It kinda turns me on.”

“Oh yeah?” I paused, thinking for a moment, “I have a potentially amazing idea.”

Even though my ideas were typically incredible, she gave me a skeptical look.

“It’ll be the perfect way to celebrate the best fucking holiday.”

And so that’s how I ended up stumbling around in the bushes outside Ella’s house in a Ghostface costume. I had the voice changer and everything. The cloak, however, was annoying as fuck. It kept getting caught on branches, which made it exceptionally difficult to be fucking stealthy. But I persevered. Peeking into a ground-floor window, I saw my target: Ella was lounging on her couch, wearing a white crop top, a pink thong, and black thigh highs. She was clearly scrolling on her phone, probably watching more anxiety-inducing videos on TikTok.

Watching through the narrow eye-holes of my mask, I gave her a ring–from a masked number, obviously.

“Hello?”

Voice changer on. “Did you know your vehicle’s warranty is about to expire?”

“Pretty sure I don’t have a warranty at all and–”

“I’m just kidding. Brave of you to answer an unknown number.”

“I like to live dangerously.” She was on her stomach, her feet in the air, wiggling them back and forth as we chatted. “Who is this?”

“A friend. A good friend.”

“A friend? I don’t recognize your voice.” “No? Maybe you don’t know your friends very well.” I slipped around the corner of the house, moving towards the backdoor.

“Uh, pretty sure I do, mister. What are you, a telemarketer?”

“Let’s say that I’m conducting a…survey.”

“What kind of survey?”

“About horror movies.”

“Oh, that’s–”

“It is almost Halloween after all.”

“Yeah, I guess–”

“What’s your favorite horror movie, Ella?”

There was a pause. I opened the backdoor slowly.

“How do you know my name?”

“I told you. We’re friends. Very good friends.”

Creeping down the hallway.

“And I told you that I don’t recognize your voice.”

“Let me clarify, sweetheart. What I mean is we’re about to be very good friends.”

I could hear her breathing as I walked slowly–careful not to make a sound–towards the living room.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

I was in the room. I could see her ass swaying back and forth as she waited for a response.

“Hello?”

I leapt onto the couch, straddling Ella and grabbing her by her ponytail.

“Oh fuck!” She rolled onto her back, kicked at me, squirmed from my grip, fell onto the floor. Then got up and started running up the steps. I was right on her heels. On the second floor I grabbed her ankle, pulling her down onto the carpet. She kicked at me, barely escaping and darting off into a bedroom.

But where was she going to go from there? A closet?

Yep.

I stepped inside. The room was quiet. Looked under the bed. In the bathroom. Not a soul. Then I stood outside the closet door, knowing that she could see me through the slats.

“It was a fun chase while it lasted,” throwing the door open, I shoved my hand through a rack of sweaters and grasped Ella’s shoulder. Pulled her out.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, no, lemme go you son of a–”

I manhandled her, wrapping my arm around her waist and then pushing her forward. She fell onto her stomach on the bed.

“Get offa me!”

I grabbed her ass. Smacked it. Groped it. My hand slipped beneath the thin band of her thong and I snapped it down to her thighs.

“What are you fucking–”

She shut up as soon as I shoved my index finger inside her pussy. “Someone’s fucking tight. Should I stretch you out tonight?”

Ella looked over her shoulder at me, biting her lip. She was fucking drenched. I held her face down on the bed, my right hand wrapped in her hair as I fingerfucked her.

“Uh, uh, unf, fuck, uh,” She sounded so fucking pathetic, her ass jiggling as I buried my palm against it. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done this very thing to her before, but the extra foreplay afforded by the home invasion set-dressing made it approximately twelve times hotter.

I clambered onto the back of Ella’s thighs. She looked at me, her eyes looking a bit glazed, but still, she tried to fight back, “Uh, lemme go, you stupid, fuck, god, why does it feel so good.”

“See? Didn’t I say we’d become fast friends? Look how much you fucking need this.” I added my middle finger to her slit, spreading her as I pushed as deep as I could. I flipped my palm towards the mattress so that I could run my fingertips along the top of her pussy, feeling each rugae in turn until I drew her wetness into my palm. Then I was back inside, repeating the same motion over and over as she whined louder and louder.

I teased her just enough, brought her close to the edge, then abruptly stopped. She looked over her shoulder, clearly frustrated, opened her mouth, about to say something snarky, I’m sure. But I caught her off, pulled her around by the hair, dragging her off the bed and to her knees. Her thong was still around her thighs, which made her look almost obscenely needy as I shoved her lips against the fabric of my cloak. “You look like you wanna taste it.”

As I moved her face back and forth against the polyester, she mumbled in protest, “Mmph, mmph, nooof.”

“Oh? You said that you don’t just want a taste, you want the whole damn thing?” I unzipped my jeans. “My pleasure.”

Of course I was already rock fucking hard. I had been since I snuck in through the backdoor. Given the intensity of the scene, I didn’t bother with a warmup. It was my hand on the back of her head thrusting her onto my shaft, forcing as much down on the first go as I could manage.

“Glulunf, gluf,” she gagged against me, a third of my cock still not wet.

I pushed harder. “C’mon, I know you can take the whole thing.”

Slowly, I worked my way down her throat until her bottom lip grazed my balls. She squeezed her eyes tight, a tear running down one cheek as she tried to swallow around me. Her green eyes darted up at me and I could see her fucking clench when she saw that stark white mask staring back down at her.

I could feel it in the way she started to suck my cock too. She was absolutely throbbing with need. Her fingers dove between her legs, buried in the squishing wetness of her pussy. She started to slobber on me perhaps more aggressively than ever before. Instant gluck gluck gluck as she nearly pounded her nose against my pubic bone. I kept my hand on the back of her head, but didn’t have to exert any force. She was doing all the work for me.

But I had a thought while she was gagging herself with my cock: I wanted her to fucking cum during this scene. Had to ensure it. So I pushed her backwards, a thick glob of saliva snapping from my cockhead to her chin, running down her neck. I shoved her against the bed, lifted her up onto it, tore her fucking panties off. Spread her legs, plunged between her thighs with my mask still on, teasing her opening, rubbing against her clit, letting her wetness dab the mask.

“Unf, ah, ah, fuck I–”

I pushed the mask up, sitting it atop my head as I started to suck her clit. Her hands grabbed my shoulders as I flattened my tongue against her pounding nub. Up and down, up and down, flicking aggressively at each apex. Then I swirled in circles around it, my index and middle finger slipping inside her pussy as I drenched her in my spit.

She began to move her hips against me, spasming hard each time I flicked her clit with my tongue. I flipped my hand palm-side up so I could drag my fingers towards her g-spot. I was demanding that she come to me, that she come for me. My free hand shot up her top–wet with spit, disheveled–and grabbed for a nipple. I rolled it between my thumb and index finger, pulling it out gently in response to her soft moaning.

And then that soft moaning turned into something more akin to loud whining. She pushed against me, her hands gripping my shoulders, the back of my neck. “Uh, uh, unf, like that, like that.”

So I did it like fucking that. Tongue casting webs of saliva across her thumping teardrop, fingers drawing a fucking profoundly sticky wetness into my palm, thumb gently running rings around her nippple. All working in tandem until she dug into my shoulder blade with a small “Ah!”

Her body sizzled and shivered, her fingers digging into me, telling me to fucking stop it’s so goddamn sensitive right now. I backed off, letting her orgasm roll through her, pulling my mask back down and standing up to gaze upon my glorious handiwork.

“Just what I always wanted,” my voice still behind the modulator, “a needy, but satisfied, slut.”

Ella was breathing heavily, looking up at me in a daze as I climbed on top of her. “Now it’s my turn.”

My cock could now very well have cut through a diamond. I shoved it inside her, pushed her knees up to her tits and fucked her so hard that my balls slapped against her soaking slit. I grabbed her throat, squeezing tightly as I reached towards my own orgasm.

“Fu-fu-fuck, cum for me, please fucking cum in me,” she begged deliriously.

And I did precisely fucking that. With one final, hard thrust, my cock began to throb inside her, shooting out rope after rope of cum. I filled her the fuck up. Kept fucking her. Semen starting to drip down her thighs. Down my cock. Still fucking her. Until I couldn’t anymore. Cock finally softening. I pulled out. Sat on the edge of the bed, flaccid cock against my thigh. Mask up.

“Whew, fucking hell.”

“That was…” Ella was still catching her breath, “so fucking hot.”

My cum was pooling near her ass.

“I think I need a minute.”

I touched her thigh, squeezing it gently. “Catch your breath.”

“Whew…….so fucking good. Goddammit.”

I chuckled, “Told ya it was a great idea.”

“Can we please–please--marathon Scream now?”

“Obviously.”

Happy Halloween!

    This past monday was a very good day, I had gone to work as normal and Summer a coworker of mine had been wearing a dress that showed off her curvy chubby body. She and I have flirted mildly for the past couple of months but nothing serious or anything. 
    Summer is a natural brunette and works because her husband doesn’t. She is a few years old but her 5’5” frame is very curvy with very large breasts. She rarely wears dresses but when she does I make sure to make mention of how nice it looks on her. We laugh and joke about things all the time and are very friendly but professional.
    Monday afternoon I had to do some site visits and when i was getting ready to go do them she asked if I could give her a ride home since her car was in the shop. I agreed and we went and got in my suv. I told her i had to do at least one site visit before i could take her hoke since she lived between two of the places i had to go. She smiled and said take your time and she was in no hurry to get home. 
   I noticed something was different as we left the parking lot and drove and talked. It just seemed like she was a little more relaxed and flirtatious than normal which made my cock begin to stir in my pants. We kept talking and flirting until we got to the first site and I got out of the suv and did what I needed and was back in the car in about ten minutes.
    When I got in the car this time it could have sworn that her dress was a little bit lower and that maybe she wasn’t wearing a bra. This made my cock swell even more in my pants making it hard to hide especially while driving, i could see her glancing at my crotch as we went on and each time she would get a devilish smile on her face. 
     The second site i need to visit was kind of remote down a gravel road that turned into not much more than a trail. As we were bouncing down the trail i snuck glances over at her jiggling tits wishing in my head that one would pop out so i could finally she her nipples. A few miles away from the next site she looked at me and said that we could probably do anything out here and no one would ever notice us. I took my cue and pulled off the trail in a clearing of trees that would hide my car from anyone who was on the road until they were right behind us. 
     As i put it in park i turned and said to her yeah like what. She smiled and leaned over and kissed me her tongue darted into my mouth and her right hand went straight to my crotch finding my erect cock in an instant. I moaned as she squeezed my cock through the fabric of my pants and my tongue began its counter assault of her mouth. My hand slid down and found the hem of her dress and pulled it up until i could slide my hand up her inner thigh and to her hairy wet twat. 
     I could feel the heat and wetness before i ever got to rub her but soon two of my fingers we in her wet box and her moans began coming quietly building until she had to pull away as she began to squeeze my finger with her vaginal walls as a small orgasm took over. I continued to finger her as my thumb rubbed her clit her juicy pussy getting wetter and wetter coating my finger with a hot sauce.
    She looked at me and said we should get in the back of my suv where there was as much room as a queen sized bed. I smiled and said lead the way. She quickly slid over the center console and on her knees i followed and slapped her ass and she removed her dress exposing her body to me. 

I pulled my shirt off and buried my face in her wet pussy from behind. She moaned loudly as my tongue slid deep into her soaked pussy as i grabbed her ass and spread it open. My tongue took turns between her pussy and ass making her moan louder and louder. Soon she started to talk dirty to me telling me how good my tongue felt in her cunt and teasing her ass. I slid two fingers into her pussy again and knew it could take more and decided to see how much she could. I made my hand flat and was able to slide it right into her dripping twat. As i did she fell forward onto her elbows moaning louder than she had ever. Oh fuck, she moaned almost gasping for air with each word, that feels fucking amazing. She begged me to keep going as i was able to finally fit my full hand into her quivering wet mound. She kept telling me to go harder and deeper as i fist fucked her and using my other hand i pinched her swollen clit and felt her juices starting to drip.

    I kept pumping my hand in and out of her and rubbing her clit with the other. My swollen cock fighting to rip through my pants as i did. Soon she began to shake and quiver as her twat tried to squeeze harder against my wrist. She screamed oh fuck please harder, i went hard into her and within seconds her pussy exploded a huge fountain of juice all over the back of the car my face and hands. I pulled my hand from her and buried my face back in that dripping mess, licking and cleaning it with my tongue. She kept cumming as i did and before long she collapsed forward on the floor. 

   She lay there for a few minutes as i slid my pants and underwear off as she watched my thick cock bounced free. She smiled and looked at it like a hungry animal. It didn’t take her long before her hand was guiding my cock into her mouth slurping and sucking it like a champ. She was a very noisy cocksucker but she could suck the chrome off of a bumper. I moaned as she took my cock to the back of her throat and beyond. I had never actually had my cock deep throated and nearly came when her nose touched my navel. She leaned back and looked up at me saying that i could cum anywhere i want. I pushed her onto her back and mounted her my erect cock pointing at her face as she squeezed her breasts around it. 
   Soon we had a great rhythm of my cock sliding back and forth between her amazing tits she spit down on my cock to lube me up several times. I reached down and pinched her puffy nipples eliciting deep moans and a huge smile. She told me that she wanted my cum and soon i slid up and her wanting mouth welcomed the head of my cock. She reached up and squeezed my balls and i began to empty them into her mouth and down her throat. She slurped and sucked hard as i pumped a hot thick load into her mouth. After a few seconds i collapsed onto the floor next to her my cock still erect both of us hot and sweaty. We kissed deeply and caressed each other for a few minutes before she told me to lay on my back. 
    I did as i was told and she swung her leg over me and guided my cock into her gaping cunt as she lowered onto me. Her twat felt like hot jello as she slide down the length of my shaft. She smiled as i bottomed out against her cervix. She began to slowly ride me moving and grinding her hips against me my thick cock loving every second i reached up and grabbed her massive tits and pinched her dark puffy nipples between my thumb and forefinger she leaned back as far as i would allow her making her cunt slap and gape soaking me in her juices. Soon she started moaning louder and she screamed again that she was going to cum i told her to cum all over me and she soon obliged. She collapsed onto my chest the tow of us coated in sweat and juices. I had to cum in her cunt and i rolled her on to her back and put her legs over my shoulder and began to pound into her loose pussy her juices making a little puddle. I looked down and her matted pubic hair her thick swollen clit her lips gaping as my thick cock pounded in her. She begged me to fill her. I leaned forward kissing her lips and soon my cock couldn’t hold back and began to pump a thick hot load deep into her juicy pussy. It felt like i hadnt cum in ages as I pumped my seed deep into her and soon I had emptied my balls and withdrew from her my cock semi erect.
    

She looked at me as i looked at her smiling at each other. She looked at her gaping cunt now dripping my jizz reached down and dipped two finger inside then took and sucked them clean. Fuck you taste good she said. So do you i replied. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me down to her and we kissed like teenagers for several minutes before she said why dont you take me home? I smiled and said i would be glad to. We laughed and giggled as we awkwardly got our clothes back on and made our way to the front seats.

I took her to her house and dropped her off knowing that tomorrow was going to be interesting.

*Close to midnight on a warm summer night* 

“Okay you two, that’s enough!” The bartender shouted at the last couple that remained seated. He snatched their drinks away while sighing in disappointment. 

“Oh c’mon man!” The voice of the younger woman cried out, “Just a little more time please?” 

“Hell no! It’s almost midnight, you two - and me - need to get home, also it’s a Tuesday, don’t you both have classes tomorrow?” The bartender replied with. 

The couple of students pouted in response, but the sober man’s words had begun to make them realize the truth, that yes they did have classes and it was already way too late. 

“Yeah, your right, as much as I want to continue - it’s time to go.” The male student said, his hand ran through the course hair, “Thanks for letting us stay here so long man, I owe you.” 

This was said as the modernist bar somehow was established in the middle of the University’s campus.  

“Naw, don’t worry about that, just promise you’ll be safe.” The bar keep replied coolly.

“We will be!” The blonde woman replied as the couple walked out into the warm air. They both bathed in the glory of a pleasantly warm night after a long, grueling summers day, soaking up enough to make it through the next day. But as a slender cigarette entered the man’s mouth, he realized he now had free reign to continue the fun, he grinned evilly. 

“Y’know, we don’t have to have our fun end there…” He said slowly as they walked. 

“Is that so?” She questioned cheekily, while taking the smokable away from him. 

“Damn straight…” His voice became husky as he appeared behind her, his words almost growling. “You clearly haven’t learned your lesson bitch.” 

A chill could visibly be seen going up her spine upon hearing such, such a sensation only continued as two course, yet soft hands began to traverse her barely clothed body. 

“Prove it.” She said, with true confidence. This caused the maniacal grin on the man’s face to grow even farther, not only because permission had been granted, but to that she maybe could have some hope of being a dom. But that wasn’t the point now, he focused to kiss and pinch every inch of her body, making her instinctively squeal and moan. “Y’know we’re in public right? You can wait a moment.” She said as his right hand made it almost to her already soaked panties. 

“If you don’t want people to see me fucking your brains out, then I suggest you run for safety…” He lowly growled into her ear. 

Another chill ran up her spine as she realized that he was absolutely genuine this time… So she began to run. Unbeknownst to her, this is exactly what he wanted, in the drunken stupor was a desire to chase down the submissive prey in front of him. So he chased after her, who had already made it pretty far, but it didn’t matter for him. He continually would catch up to her, but just enough so that her adrenaline would kick in, and then he’d continue to chase. This continued until they arrived in the parking garage where they’re vehicles we’re parked, she ran to hers desperately, but he was right behind her. Her hand barely made it to the door handle before he caught her, he showed off his strength by bringing her other arm behind her back, his other hand on the back of her neck. He breathed heavy and hot into her earlobe before leaning into her body, he said, “Get in and drive, we’re going to the roof.” 

“Yes Master.” She immediately replied with as she was released, much to her dismay, but she still followed his commands and got into the drivers seat. He got into the back seat, man spreading over the entire bench, which only made it harder for her to drive the short distance to the roof. But it was fast nonetheless and once they parked, she decided to pipe up, “Do you want me to come back there Sir?” In an innocent voice. 

“Your quite the dumb, naughty bitch for not getting your ass back here already.” His voice was slow and heavy. 

“Sorry sir!” She said, but even she knew those words only turned her on more, and got up swiftly to enter the other door. 

He hadn’t moved an inch, though wishing he could smoke, as she entered and crawled over his now slightly narrower hips. He instantly began to ravage her lips and neck with his head, she went south and began to unzip his shorts, only to be denied. 

He had caught her hand and held it tightly. 

“You have to prove it to me, prove your a slut for me.” He whispered into her ear. She pouted in response, causing him to smile. 

“How do I prove it Master?” She asked slowly, clearly yearning for him at this point. 

 “Show me how far your practice has come.” He replied. 

To both of their surprises, she immediately shoved him onto his back, while expertly using her new martial arts to make sure he didn’t hit his head on the door. He didn’t yet try to test the strength of her grip on his wrists, but he knew she’d come a long way, he smirked up at her. Next was the eye contact, which he knew was her weak point, and while she had it for a moment - eventually caved in. Her head hit his head hard and fast while she made cute noises of embarrassment. 

“Oh my little bitch, you’ve come far, that was some good shit…” He said after laughing slightly, “Your eyes still need work, but it’s enough for me to give you a reward.” 

He easily broke out of her smaller hands and began to kiss her face and neck furiously, he then began to work downwards, expertly removing her clothing simultaneously. His foot unzipped the pair of short shorts around her waist while his hands slipped her shirt off. “Where's the duct tape slut?” He asked. 

“Right here Master.” She replied out of breath, but still handed off a fresh roll of gray tape to him, she lifted herself and began to lightly grind while he tore a long piece off. 

“Here…” She said this as she extended her hands so he could wrap them, they both knew why that tape was there. 

“Good girl…” He said while roughly tying her hands together. She was taken by surprise as her arms were shoved forward so they were extended fully, “Stay just like that.” 

He had also positioned himself so he was below her raised hips, along the way, bit and kissed her nipples and abdomen, his left hand was already teasing her dripping pussy. Her panties we’re pushed to the side, but just as his face was positioned just below her dripping cunt, his hands left the begging sex alone. Both of his hands hardly gripped into the soft ass cheeks above him, that is, until he decided to pick it up a notch. His right hand delivered a hard slap to the underside of her ass, making her cry out, in the most blissful mixture of pleasure and pain. He gave her no time to come back as two more slaps were delivered, only to have her dripping pussy lowered onto him. His tongue then went to fuck town destroying her folds, it’s whole length shoved into her warmth, continually exploring and pushing her limits. His lips stimulated the outside and her clit, while his hands continued to tug and slap her available ass, he wanted to break his little slutty bitch. 

And it was working. She couldn’t even think straight at this point, all there was, was pure pleasure. Her vocal cords moaned and strained to their limit as she couldn’t find her breath, eventually it became a single moan, that is as she came close to cumming. 

“Oh Master..! Your going to make me cum, can I pleeease?!” She squealed. 

He didn’t verbally reply as that would have only been a hindrance to his goal, to make her have the most brutally wonderful time, and he knew exactly how to do it. His left hand left it’s cheek and hooked in between the cheeks, his thumb being able to insert itself into her pussy, while his index was able to reach her back door. The right hand had now taken over its partners role, delivering hard slaps to both cheeks now, all while his tongue went into overdrive with speed. 

This pushed the deprived girl over the edge, a hundred times over in fact, as he had been teasing her for just as long as she had done to him. Mainly denying her from cumming, whether he was there or not, it was agonizing for her, but she loved it. And when this huge wave of pleasure entered her brain, it short circuited, and she came hard. His whole face was covered in her hot, sticky juices, lapping them up as fast as he could. A few minutes passed so she could recoup from her extreme euphoria, they both sat up, his hands couldn’t help but caress her exhausted face. 

“Look at what your slutty pussy did to my face, clean it off bitch.” His words came out hard yet amused. She silently went to work cleaning every inch of his face of her cum. Afterwards, he pulled her in for a passionate kiss, he pulled back to smirk - knowing this was only the beginning.  

The furiously passionate couple had resumed their lip locking as she sat on top of his lap, it had slowed down to long battles for control, which he effortlessly won over and over. They’re hands kept each other close, preserving the almost boiling hot heat they’d created, which had to burst soon - she especially yearned for it. She needed him inside her dripping wet pussy. He knew this, naturally he could only yearn for it too, he let her smoothly take off his shirt. She began to once again unzip his shorts, he let her get farther this time, but not all the way. 

“I think we need some fresh air…” He whispered, just after the zipper was undone, but his shorts still hung around his hips. She starred at him confused as he opened the near door, but nonetheless like the good slut she was, she latched her arms and legs around him as he carried her out into the night air. She felt exposed to the clear night sky with a current, lack of anyone else around,  but she loved it all the same. So did he, but he really wanted to take it up a notch, so he placed her down close to the wall on the roof. Just close enough so her head was over the wall, allowing her to see any nightcrawlers that just might happen to walk by. 

“This’ll do just nicely…” He growled lowly, while pushing his shorts down, “As long as you don’t scream so loudly, people below won’t see you being the dumb little slut you are, do you want people to see me pounding your brains out?” 

“Aah…” She moaned loudly, giving quite the straight forward answer, “Oh please just fuck me already with that big, fat cock of yours master - Pleease!” 

“As you wish my dumb little bitch.” He whispered into her ear, as he pulled back his head, he shoved his hips forward - instantly entering and sheathing his cock her pussy. She yelled loudly in pleasure and pain at the rough thrust, her legs quivering uncontrollably, her hands had to hold herself still against the cool concrete. “You don’t even care that your sluttiness is exposed for anyone to see, do you whore?!” 

“Oh fuckkkk your cocks stirring up my pussy master!” She said with the last remaining parts of her brain that hadn’t already consumed by pleasure. “No I don’t care if the whole world is watching me being used like the dumb little whore I am!” 

He took those words with the utmost legitimacy possible, instantly speeding up and making his thrusts harder, his right hand had taken hold of the back of her neck and tightly held on. His left hand delivering hard slaps to either side of the ample ass in between thrusts.

“Oh baby don’t you dare fucking stoppp!” She moaned out ecstatically, causing a passerby below to stop in complete confusion, that is until she continued to moan loudly - causing the person to look upwards. 

“HA, oh my dumb little bitch, you thought stopping was even a fucking idea?!” He sadistically replied while sending particularly hard thrusts. Her already worn out pussy couldn’t take it anymore, and his insistent pounding only sent her over the edge, making her cum hard on his cock. But that didn’t stop him in the slightest. If anything the increasing tightness around his already close to bursting cock only encouraged him onward. His hips flew as he continued her orgasm for what felt like eternity to her, his hands on her shoulders, forcibly keeping her in place. “Take my load deep in your pussy my dumb cumslut!” 

With a last, hard thrust, he exploded inside of her - painting her walls white with his sticky seed. She moaned in pure euphoric bliss, her legs shook violently as she couldn’t control her body anymore, the pure pleasure was too much. He brought her back up to hug her torso with himself still embedded in her cum dripping pussy. They decided to ignore the responsibilities of the following day and ending up fucking all night long, only stopping when the sun came up. ~~

this is the first part of a larger peace of work would really love some feedback

The morning sun poured through the expansive glass wall of the penthouse, bathing the disheveled bed in a soft, golden light as Izzy stirred awake, her blonde hair splayed across the pillow. A dull throb in her head served as a reminder of the previous night's revelry, where champagne and shots had flowed without restraint. She squinted against the brightness, attempting to reconstruct the hazy memories of the night before. The heavy arm wrapped around her waist jolted her fully awake, she realised it was Joe, her ex-boyfriend, peacefully sleeping beside her, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Memories of last night came flooding back to her, Joe’s big cock berried deep inside her pussy, his lips around her clit, his busy hands on her breasts.  The air was thick with the lingering scent of his cologne, mingling with the unmistakable trace of intimacy that lingered around them.

Izzy gently extricated herself from Joe's embrace and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The cool marble floor sent a shiver up her spine, as she walked over to the glass wall, watching the city stir into life.  She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass, reminding her that she was still naked from the night before. She glanced down at her petite, athletic body, her skin glowing with a faint sheen of sweat. The soft light danced across her small breasts and flat stomach, the evidence of their reunion written in the marks he had left on her skin, the dried cum on her tops of her thighs. She felt a twinge of guilt mingled with a thrill of excitement. The sex had been explosive, as it always was with Joe, but she knew it was a mistake.

“What the fuck did you do?” she said under her breath

Her thoughts were interrupted by the rustling of the bed sheets as Joe stirred behind her. He sat up, the muscles in his broad shoulders rippling as he stretched. His dark hair was messy, a stark contrast to the crisp white of the pillowcase. He flashed her that charming smile she had fallen for so many times before, the one that could melt the iciest of resolve. 

"Iz, come back to bed," he purred, his voice thick with sleep and desire.

Izzy felt the weight of his gaze penetrating her as she looked out over the vast city below, the sprawling skyline shimmering under the golden hues of the setting sun. The streets were alive with the pulse of evening activity, but all she could focus on was the intensity of his stare, a force that seemed to draw her in despite her resolve. She had promised herself that she would move on, that she would not let the past dictate her future, yet her body betrayed her, responding to his presence in ways she thought she had long since buried.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned to face him, her heart racing as she caught his eye. A playful smile danced on her lips, a flicker of the old Izzy that had once been so carefree and full of life. "I told you that last night would be the end," she said, trying to sound firm, though her voice wavered just a bit, betraying the uncertainty that churned within her. 

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, and she felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks. "Did you really mean that?" he asked, his tone teasing yet laced with an undercurrent of seriousness. 

Izzy crossed her arms, attempting to project an air of confidence, but the way he looked at her made it difficult to maintain her facade. "Of course I did," she replied, her voice steadier now, though the tremor in her heart remained. "We both know it was a mistake." 

Joe slipped out of bed, his athletic physique gliding effortlessly, a sight that always captivated her. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow around him, accentuating the defined muscles of his arms and the gentle curve of his shoulders. He moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, each step deliberate and silent, his bare feet making no sound against the marble floor.

As he approached her, the air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that drew her in despite the impending separation that loomed over them. "Come on, just one more time before we part ways," he urged, his voice low and smooth, a rich timbre that sent a thrill through her. He gently cradled her face in his powerful hands, his touch both tender and possessive, as if he were trying to imprint this moment into her memory.

His thumbs glided over her cheekbones, igniting a delightful shiver that raced down her spine, awakening every nerve ending in her body. She felt the warmth of his skin against hers, a stark contrast to the cool morning air that surrounded them. His gaze locked onto hers, deep and searching, probing for any hint of hesitation, any flicker of doubt that might mar the intensity of their connection. 

As he searched her eyes, she could see the flicker of vulnerability beneath his confident exterior, a reminder that even the strongest among them could feel the weight of impending loss. Upon discovering the slightest hint of uncertainty in her expression, his smile became even more enticing, a blend of mischief and sincerity that made her heart race. It was a smile that promised adventure, passion, and a fleeting moment of bliss that they both knew would soon be overshadowed by reality.

"Just one more time," he repeated, his voice a soft whisper that wrapped around her like a warm embrace. 

The way he said it made it feel like a plea, a desperate request to hold onto something beautiful for just a little longer. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the intensity of his presence enveloping her, and for a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them suspended in this fragile bubble of intimacy.

She hesitated, caught between the desire to surrender to the moment and the knowledge that she shouldn’t. But as he stepped closer, his presents warming her skin, she felt her resolve begin to crumble away.  The last of her resolve crumbled away as she gazed into Joe's warm eyes. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and kissed her gently. His touch was tender, a stark contrast to the fiery passion of the night before. His kiss grew deeper, his tongue probing the seams of her lips until she opened up to him with a soft moan. His hands slipped down her body, caressing her curves, reawakening the heat that had only just begun to subside. She knew she should resist, that this was a bad idea, but the way his fingers danced over her flesh made it difficult to remember why.

His captivating hands moved over her breasts, stroking them with a tender rhythm that seemed to echo the unspoken desires swirling between them. Each caress was deliberate, igniting a fire within her that she had tried so hard to suppress. Despite her intentions, her body betrayed her; her nipples responded eagerly, growing firm and sensitive under his touch, as if they had a mind of their own.  A soft gasp escaped her lips, a sound that felt both foreign and familiar, as his thumbs brushed over the delicate peaks. The sensation sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her, awakening a longing she thought she could control. She felt herself teetering on the edge of surrender, her resolve wavering with every gentle stroke. 

Her heart raced, a mix of exhilaration and trepidation flooding her senses. She had promised herself that this would be the last time, that she would draw a line and stick to it. But in this moment, with his hands exploring her softness, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of intimacy.

Gently, she pushed away, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her palm. "Joe," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with both desire and determination. "This is the last time. We can't keep doing this, we both need to move on.”

With that she sank to her knees before him, his cock already standing at attention. She wrapped her small hands around its girth, feeling the familiar heat and power of his desire. For a moment, she hesitated, her eyes locking onto his, seeking one last time for any sign of regret. But all she saw was hunger, and she knew she couldn't deny him this last indulgence.

With a sigh that was part resignation and part excitement, she leaned in and kissed the tip of his erection, her full lips parting to allow her tongue to swirl around the sensitive head. Joe groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her closer, urging her to take him deeper. She complied, her mouth stretching to accommodate his length, her tongue flicking and teasing as she took him in, inch by glorious inch.

Izzy felt the muscles in her cheeks tighten as she worked him, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the pleasure etched on his face, the way his eyes rolled back and his breath hitched whenever she hit just the right spot. It was a heady feeling, knowing she had the power to make him lose control like this, to make him forget everything but the sensations she was giving him. Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, her thumb stroking the vein that pulsed with his excitement.

Joe's hips began to buck, his movements growing more urgent. She could feel his cock thicken in her mouth, but she knew he wasn't close yet. He was always one to savour the moment, to draw out the pleasure until it was almost painful. She took him deeper, her throat opening up to accept his full length, the taste of him filling her mouth. The sound of her own gag reflex was muffled by his groans of pleasure, and she felt a thrill of power at his reaction.

Her eyes watered as she deep throated him, her face pressing against his trimmed pubic hair, tickling her nose slightly. She could feel her own arousal growing, her pussy growing wet and slick with need. She fought the urge to reach down and touch herself, focusing instead on the task at hand. She knew that Joe enjoyed the challenge, the sight of her struggling to take all of him, and she wasn't about to disappoint.  It was the last time he would have her like this, so she wanted to leave a lasting and permanent memory for him.

Joe's grip on her hair tightened, guiding her movements to match the rhythm of his hips. He was close, she could feel it in the way his breath grew ragged and his cock pulsed in her mouth. But she also knew that he wasn't going to come yet. He liked to draw it out, to build the tension until it was almost unbearable. So, she took a risk, she pulled away, gasping for air, letting his cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop. He growled in frustration, but before he could protest, she was standing up, turned around and pressed against the cool glass of the window, wiggling her firm ass at him like a challenge.

“Fuck me” she breathed.

Joe's eyes blazed with lust as he took in the sight of her. Her small, firm ass was on display, the cheeks still flushed and red from the spanking he gave her last night, he smiled at his handy work. He stepped up behind her, his erection nudging against her lower back. He reached around her waist, his fingers teasing her soft skin of her stomach sending electric shocks to her core as they traveled up her body. They slowly made it to her breasts, his hands cupping them, needing them softly at first and then more roughly as he lost himself in her body.  The feeling of him surrounding her completely, his hands on her tits, his thumbs playing with her nipples.  She moaned as she surrendered into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt his cock slide between her legs, teasing her already slick folds. He was insatiable, and she couldn't help but be drawn in by his raw, primal desire.

Without a word, Joe positioned himself and pushed into her from behind, filling her in one smooth, powerful stroke, pushing her against the glass. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the fullness of him, her body stretching to accommodate his size. The cold glass pressed against her breasts and stomach, contrasting sharply with the heat of his body, sending waves of sensation through her. She braced her hands against the window, watching the city blur as he began to move, his hips drove into her with a steady, relentless rhythm.

Each movement sent ripples of pleasure through her, making her legs tremble with an intensity that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. She could feel the impending climax building within her, the pressure in her abdomen growing stronger with every passing moment, like a wave swelling before it crashes. The heat between them was palpable, a magnetic force that drew her deeper into the moment, leaving her breathless and yearning for more.

She bit her lip to suppress her cries, the taste of her own skin mingling with the sweet thrill of their final time together. She wished desperately to keep their morning encounter hidden from Jess, who was hopefully blissfully unaware just a few rooms away. The thrill of secrecy only heightened her arousal, making every touch feel electric, every caress a delicious risk.

The rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, a symphony of desire that echoed in the quiet of the morning. It mingled with Joe's heavy breaths, each exhale a testament to the pleasure they were sharing, and her own quiet moans that slipped past her lips despite her best efforts to stifle them. Each sound was a reminder of the connection they shared, a bond that felt both thrilling and forbidden.

As the tension coiled tighter within her, she could feel the world outside fading away, leaving only the two of them lost to the moment.  The sunlight casting a warm glow on their sweat covered bodies. She surrendered to the sensations, allowing herself to be swept away in the tide of pleasure, knowing that soon, she would be lost in the blissful release that awaited her.

Her eyes widened in the reflection of the glass as Joe reached around to find her clit, his finger circling the sensitive nub with unerring precision . The addition of that delicate pressure sent her spiralling over the edge, her pussy tightening around him as waves of pleasure surged through her, each pulse igniting a fire deep within. She felt as if she were teetering on the brink of something monumental, a precipice where ecstasy and reality blurred into one. Her breath quickened, each inhale a desperate gasp, as she surrendered to the sensations enveloping her.

She quivered with the intensity of her climax, a soft whimper slipping from her lips, a sound that echoed the sweet surrender of her body to the overwhelming tide of pleasure. Her muscles quaked in bliss, each contraction sending ripples of delight coursing through her, as if every nerve ending had come alive, dancing in harmony with the rhythm of their connection.

Time seemed to stretch and bend around her, the world outside fading into a distant memory. All that existed was the intoxicating blend of warmth and desire, the way he filled her completely, both physically and emotionally. She could feel the heat radiating between them, a magnetic force that pulled her deeper into the moment.

As the waves of pleasure crashed over her, she lost herself in the experience, her mind swirling with colours and sensations. Each pulse of ecstasy was a brushstroke on the canvas of her being, painting her in shades of bliss and fulfilment. She felt alive, every inch of her body tingling with the aftermath of their shared passion.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that remained was the intoxicating connection they shared, a bond forged in the fires of desire and trust. She surrendered completely, allowing herself to be swept away, knowing that this was a moment she would carry with her long after the waves had receded.

Her orgasm still pulsing through her, Izzy felt Joe's grip on her release as he withdrew his cock from her.  She whispered with the sudden empty feeling she was left with.  She could hear him moving around the room opening draws, searching for something. 

"What are you doing?" she panted.

"Looking for some... found it," Joe said, his voice filled with excitement.

Izzy glanced over her shoulder, her cheeks still flushed from her recent orgasm. She watched as Joe approached her with a bottle of lube in his hand, the liquid glistening in the early morning light. Her heart skipped a beat as she realised his intentions.

He knelt down behind her and gently parted her ass cheeks, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. His slicked-up index finger began to trace her tight asshole, the sensation far from foreign yet still thrilling. She tensed up slightly, but the way Joe started to play with her pussy as he slipped one then two fingers into her ass hole made her relax. He pumped them in and out, stretching her, while his other rubbed and teased her pussy and clit. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and she found herself eagerly pushing back against his hand, silently begging for more.

He pulled his finger out of her ass and from her slick pussy, she knew what was coming next. He positioned himself at her entrance, the one that had been the site of so many of their most intense moments together.  She loved anal it always made her squirt and cum so hard.  She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the feeling of being filled in a way that she adored and couldn’t get enough of. He was gentle at first, the tip of his cock pushing against her tight hole, stretching her open. She felt a brief flicker of pain as he entered her, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness and the thrill of the forbidden.

Joe's eyes never left hers in the reflection of the window as he began to move again, his strokes slow and deliberate as he claimed her in the most primal of ways. Her cheek pressed against the cool glass, she watched their reflection, his muscular body moving against hers, his cock disappearing into her again and again. It was a feeling that never failed to arouse her, the power dynamics on full display in their raw, animalistic coupling. She reached down, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

Her orgasm from before had only heightened her sensitivity, and she could feel another one building quickly. Her breath grew ragged, her movements frantic as she chased the elusive peak. Joe's hand replaced hers, his thumb pressing down on her clit as his fingers delved into her wetness. The combination of being so filled with his skilled fingers deep inside her pussy, his thick cock filling and stretching her ass was almost too much to handle. She moaned louder and louder with every thrust, every movement of his busy fingers.  She felt her legs beginning to shake give out, but his body mixed with his powerful unyielding thrusts kept her firmly in place.

Her juices were now flowing down her legs, mixing with the sweat from their bodies. Joe's movements grew faster, harder, his hips slamming into her with a ferocity that made the glass shake, and Izzy scream his name. The sounds of his aunts and her screams mixed with their bodies colliding echoed through the penthouse, a testament to their passion.  She knew Jess could hear them, but she didn't care, all that mattered to her was chasing the next orgasm, and Joe was driving her to it with a skill that no one else could match.

She could feel the pressure building in her core, her toes began to curled and her legs started to shake as she felt every nerve in her body fire with an overwhelming sense of pleasure.  It was like no feeling she had never experienced before, a mix of pleasure and regret, that this was the last time she would feel him inside her. With each trust of his cock and fingers the pressure grow and grow.

“Oh my god… oh my god… don’t stop, please don’t stop”  she moaned, “I’m… I’m… cummminggg”.

It felt like a tidal wave crashing over her, her body tensing as the intense pressure built up within her released it self. It was as if a dam had burst, unleashing a torrent of emotions she had been holding back for far too long. Her toes curled tight, gripping the cool surface beneath her, while her legs trembled, betraying the tumultuous storm brewing inside her. A wave of hot juices  surged outward, cascading down her thighs and pooling at her feet, soaking the floor below.

This was an unprecedented sensation, a blend of ecstasy and astonishment that left her breathless. It was as if every nerve ending in her body had ignited, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her. The intensity caught her off guard, overwhelming her senses and blurring the lines between reality and the euphoric moment she was experiencing. She felt alive, electric, as if the very air around her crackled with energy.

In that moment, she couldn't restrain herself from calling out Joe's name, the sound escaping her lips like a prayer, a plea, a declaration of the raw, unfiltered emotion that surged within her. It was a name that held so much weight, a tether to the reality she was momentarily losing herself in. As the sensation continued squirt form her in greater force, it coated his hand, a vivid reminder of the connection they shared, and against the glass window, leaving streaks that mirrored the chaos of her feelings.

The world outside faded into a blur, the sounds muffled as she surrendered to the moment, her heart racing in tandem with the rhythm of her breath. She was acutely aware of Joe's presence beside her, the warmth of his skin contrasting with the coolness of the glass, grounding her even as she floated in this sea of sensation.

As wet nectar continued to gush from her soaking wet core, she felt a sense of liberation wash over her, raw and unfiltered, and she embraced it fully.

Her orgasm cared on and on, the intensity of it making her legs give way. She slumped against the window, her body trembling with the aftershocks as the glass fogged from her hot breath. Joe slowed in thrusts, savouring the tightness of her, eking her orgasm out until she was nothing but a puddle of pleasure against the glass. Finally he stopped, his cock still buried deep inside her ass.

He allowed her to catcher her breath, his own breathing heavy and ragged. He kissed the nape of her neck, his hand returned to playing with her clit as she panted against the window. The feeling of his cock lodged deep in her ass was still overwhelming, but now she craved more, she wanted him to take her over the edge again. Her legs were trembling, and she knew she couldn't hold herself up much longer, but Joe's strong arms kept her in place.

With a wicked smirk, Joe began to move his hips again, his cock sliding in and out of her with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her eyes roll back in her head. His fingers on her clit were relentless, rubbing and teasing until she was squirming against the glass. She felt her juices flow down her legs, adding the puddle on the floor. 

"Oh god," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Don't stop."

The sensation of being filled so completely, of Joe's thick cock pounding into her from behind while his fingers played her body like an instrument, was almost too much to bear. She felt her orgasm building once more, a pressure that seemed to fill her entire being. Her legs trembled, and she was sure she would collapse if he weren't holding her up. But he didn't stop, he pushed her closer to the edge, his own breathing growing harsher, his movements more urgent.

With each thrust her juices spurted from her pussy onto the floor with an audible splat sound, the sight of it making Joe even harder. He could feel his own climax building, his balls tightening as he watched the pearls of her pleasure pool beneath her. He knew she was close again, her body trembling, her breath hitching. He leaned in, his chest pressing against her back, his teeth grazing her ear.

"You're going to cum for me again, aren't you, baby?" he whispered, his voice gruff with lust.

Izzy's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm. "Yes," she breathed, her voice a needy whimper. "I'm going to cum again."

It surged through her with an intensity she had never experienced, a peak so overwhelming it felt as if it were breaking her apart. The world around her blurred, and she could faintly hear her own cries echoing against the glass, a haunting melody of desperation and ecstasy. Each sound seemed to bounce back at her, amplifying the chaos within. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale a desperate attempt to ground herself in the moment, yet the sensation was too powerful, too consuming to allow her any semblance of control.

Her pussy was contracting, pulsing matching the frantic tempo of her heart, a wild drumbeat that resonated deep within her core. It was as if every nerve ending had ignited, sending waves of electric pleasure coursing through her veins, igniting her skin with a fire that was both exhilarating and terrifying. She felt alive, yet utterly vulnerable, teetering on the edge of something profound and unfathomable.

Her hot sticky juices cascaded down her thighs, adding to the pool on the cool marble beneath her, a stark contrast that sent shivers racing up her spine. The sensation was both grounding and disorienting, a reminder of the physical world even as she floated in a sea of sensation.

Each contraction pulled her deeper into the abyss, a spiral of pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely. She was lost, yet found, in this paradox of being, where every heartbeat felt like a declaration of her existence.

The cries that escaped her lips morphed into a symphony of raw emotion, a primal sound that resonated with the very essence of her being. It was a release, a catharsis that transcended the physical, reaching into the depths of her soul. She was no longer just a body; she was a force of nature, a tempest of feeling that could not be contained.

Joe kept up the onslaught on her clit and slit as he thrusted into her ass faster and faster, pushing Izzy's orgasm to new heights. She could feel her pussy contracting around his hand, her juices flowing freely down her thighs. The sensation of his cock filling her ass while his fingers brought her to climax was a delicious torment she never wanted to end. Her breath fogged the glass as she screamed into it, her breasts pressing against the cool surface, her nipples rubbed against the glass adding to the intense pleasure.

Her body was a symphony of sensations, each stroke of his cock and flick of his fingers sending a new wave of pleasure crashing through her. The feeling grew more intense, the pressure in her pussy building until she could feel it pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Then, with a final, desperate push, she shattered again, her body spasming as another orgasm tore through her.

Her juices spurted out around Joe's hand, painting the glass again in a warm, sticky mess. She could see her own reflection, distorted and wanton, as she came for what felt like an eternity. The room was filled with the sound of her moans, the slap of flesh on flesh, and the wet suction of Joe's cock in her ass. She had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by pleasure.

As she came down to earth Joe withdrew is cock from her ass, leaving her panting and weak in the knees. Her legs finally gave out and she slid down the window until she was sat in the puddle of her juices looking up at him with glazed eyes.  He smiled down at her as he started working his shaft with his hand, his cum already starting to leak from the tip. 

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice still thick with lust.

Izzy obeyed, her mouth watering at the sight of his cock. She felt a mix of satisfaction and hunger, knowing she was the one who had brought him to this point. He stepped closer, his hand moving faster, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he stroked himself. 

"Look at me," he said, and she met his gaze, her eyes locking onto his as he brought himself to climax.

With a roar, Joe released his seed, the hot, sticky liquid arcing through the air to land on her upturned face. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his cum splatter against her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips. The taste of him filled her mouth as he continued to shoot his load, painting her in a mess of desire. Each spurt brought a new wave of satisfaction, a visual representation of his pleasure and her power over him.

When he was done, he stepped back, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and snapped a picture of her, sat there in a puddle of her own juices with his cum all over her face. 

He leaned down and whispered, "Something to remember you by," before walking into the bathroom, dressed and left. 

She felt a twinge of embarrassment and shame, she was supposed to be over him. But the reality was, she missed this part of him. She missed the way he could make her feel.  No more now it's over she thought to herself, she had to tell Jess and make sure it stayed between them.

One Friday we had a get together with my group of friends at my house. Both my friends and my girlfriend's friends had gone. We never thought about what was going to happen that night.

We were listening to music, dancing and drinking all night. It had already become a real party. My girlfriend was beautiful. She had tight jeans that showed off her legs and her butt, and on top of that she had a rather subtle body that showed off her breasts, which were not very big but not too small either.

It was almost 3 in the morning when one of our friends, one of the most daring, started telling us all about how she had had a threesome with two guys she met at the club; she told how, between the alcohol and the music of the club, both of them. They were talking to her and one of them told her that she couldn't stand them both at the same time. She told him without mincing words que of course she could and left the club so that they could both fuck her in the car. She assumed that the alcohol helped her a lot and that she had enjoyed it and that she intended to see them again.

Soon the topic was a subject of debate within the group. Some (a few) began to tell their experiencias having a threesome, until they asked us if we had done it or if we thought about doing one. My girlfriend and I had said no, but that we wouldn't have a problem doing it. In itself, for someone who is open-minded, it is very exciting to think that someone could try out your girl.

The night went by and the drinks continued and continued. Little by little, each of our friends went home, obviously all in a considerable state of intoxication. My girlfriend, also quite drunk from the drinks she had drunk, had gone to sleep. We were left alone with my best friend, but this didn't last long because she soon started throwing up in the bathroom, so I decided to use the couch and let her sleep there.

I went to lie down next to my girlfriend, who had already undressed and was only in her thong under the blankets, since it was already cold that night… I got tired next to her and, given the sexy image I had of her, I began to caress her and kiss her intensely. It didn't last long because in two minutes she was already on top of me, putting my cock in her and riding me. While we were fucking gently, we started talking and laughing about our friends for the things she had done, and in the state she had left, she had broken a small table that we had.

Suddenly, while she continued riding my cock, we started to debate about the threesome, whether we would do it or not, to see what each other thought. So I said to her: "My friend is in the living room sleeping on the couch. Do you want me to call him?"

"Are you sure?" he replied. "Let's see what happens" I said.

She got off of me, I got up, put on my boxers and went to look for my friend, who was still sleeping. It was already around 7 in the morning.

"Get up drunk, it's cold, come sleep with us, she's fine." Without understanding much and obeying my order, it was noticeable that he was cold; he got up and went straight to our bed. I made him lie down so that my girlfriend was in the middle.

Soon I started to touch my girlfriend again; the heat of both was already at a thousand. My girlfriend, who was still only in a thong, began to adjust her ass towards him while I continued kissing her.

At one point she whispered in my ear "he's touching my ass." When I realized, my friend was fondling that pair of buttocks that was noticeable by his erection, which had him very hot. I looked at my friend and said: "Look, touch" and he automatically moved one of his hands to my girlfriend's tits. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes while I began to put my fingers in her vagina. We kissed for a few seconds while my friend fondled her tits.

"Take off your clothes," I said to my friend, who automatically obeyed. He took everything off, and I turned my girlfriend over, who without saying anything and in her ecstasy grabbed his cock and as if it were the most normal thing in the world got down and began to suck it.

My heat was at a thousand, I lifted her up, put her on all fours and stuck it in her in one go, the scene was new to me, she sucking my friend's cock and me from behind fucking her, her parts were totally wet.

I was so excited that I decided to stop. It had only been 5 minutes, so I pulled out inside her so I wouldn't finish and I stayed to the side, while she took my friend's cock out of her mouth and took it to her hole so she could ride him. My friend stopped her and said to her:

"Wait while I put the condom on" to which she, being a good hostess, replied. "Relax, I take pills, put it in just like that, it's better."

It was a scene taken from a porn; it was like watching a live porn, my girlfriend riding someone else's cock and me watching everything while I jerked off.

I recovered and she got back on all fours, but this time it was my friend who fucked her while she sucked me off.

We must have been like that for a few 20 more minutes fucking in different positions.

I left them alone again to enjoy that scene; my friend this time had her on all fours and he was giving it to her quickly and without stopping. He even started to complain that he wanted to finish. And when he was almost at the climax she stopped him…

"Leave it inside, leave it inside, I want to feel you, I like it."

He didn't last long and came in droves inside her. He took his cock out of her and you could see the milk coming out perfectly. I sat up and before she could clean herself, I put it in her fully for a short time until I also came inside (I always did that).

The three of us lay down on the bed, she with all our fluids inside and us next to her. We went back to bed and went to sleep…

The next morning I woke up and saw que they were both gone. I was curious, I could already imagine what was happening. When I got up, I went to the living room and found my friend sitting on the couch, and she was riding him intensely. They both looked at me and between gasps they said good morning. I let them continue and went to make a coffee and enjoy the scene. I asked them how long they had been like this, and while they were fucking, they answered me, like 15 minutes ago, that they had tried to get me up, but I ignored them.

Soon my friend couldn't hold it in any longer and came inside her again. They both got up. She went to clean up and shared breakfast with me, and we started talking about how the party had been.

He stayed the whole weekend, and my girlfriend spent the time between cocks. Enjoying both, we tried several more positions, even a double penetration. The truth is that we both enjoyed it quite a bit. It's funny that after that weekend we never coordinated again, but the fire between my girlfriend and I was lit quite a bit. I'm sure that if we decided to do it again it would be done without a problem, but for the moment there is no interest.

Not quite a pegging story but certainly pegging-adjacent and the first in a series I wrote for my wife. And reasonably close to true; it’s a combination of a couple of encounters we have had.

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“Ok, just lift that up…yeah…”

“Ouch, that pinched.”

“Sorry, ok, now turn around…too tight? Ok, lemme let this out…”

She looked down at her husband on his knees trying to figure out where the straps went, what was pinching her leg, and trying to tug and align things so the actual padding was in the right spot to be comfortable when the dildo was in. It feels kinda silly with that dayglo thing hanging there she thought, but he’s excited and has been asking for this for a while.

He continued to pull and adjust for another minute, turning her this way and that, before deciding that things were as good as they were going to get. He kissed her hip, stood up and backed away, and ran his gaze from her calves up her thighs to her ass, the black straps of the harness in contrast to her pale skin.

“Hold on,” he said, as he lifted up one of her cheeks and tucked the nylon strap just below it, “there, now it sorta frames your butt, like the work of art it is,” giving the flesh there a caress and gentle squeeze. “How does it feel?”

She rolled her eyes at his compliment. She didn’t feel like her butt was a work of art, but he was always quick to gush over her and proclaim her beauty. “It’s ok, it’s not digging in anywhere or pinching; the material isn’t the softest but there aren’t any sharp seams or anything. Tuck the excess straps in so they aren’t flapping in the…yeah, like that.” As she answered, she turned around and stood before him and watched his expression as his eyes continued to take her in.

Whatever her own self image was, he was clearly smitten, enamored, and in awe of her. He saw something maybe she didn’t, and was constantly dumbstruck.

“Holy fuck me, you’re hot. Mmmm! You’re the sexiest goddamned thing I’ve ever seen, woman.” He loved her, pounds and all, squish and all. She looked down and could just see the dildo sticking out past her belly.

She blushed faintly, then made a face at him, grabbed her tits to hold them in place, and started twisting her hips side to side, causing the dildo sticking out from between her legs to swing back and forth. “It feels pretty ridiculous,” she said, “and I still don’t really know why you want to give me a blowjob, I can’t feel it.”

“I think it would be fun,” he replied. “We’ve had this for a long time and never use it, you fucked me a couple of times but said it’s hard to be in the right mood for it. I like the role reversal a lot, I really want you to just use me, and thought this would be fun without making it feel like a big production. I still want you to bend me over and fuck my ass, but this is a little step. Some fun oral, a little different foreplay, then we move on to our usual fooling around. Besides, I want you to get used to wearing it and I want to help you feel sexy while you do, and worshipping you and your sexy glowing cock sounds like a good way to do it.”

He had told her earlier in the day that he wanted to get the strapon out again, and when she started to protest, he’d said that no, not like that, he knows that mentally and emotionally she needs to be in the right headspace, but maybe something a little lighter and easier.

“This is important to me, I’ve been patient and waited a long time and I really want to do something with you. I mean, I can play with it on my own, I know I can fuck it or suck it if I feel like it, but this is something I want to share with you, part of me, what I like, who I am, and I want you to be involved. I don’t want you to turn me around and pound me until your stomach muscles cramp up…again…, and today isn’t a good day for that anyway, but I’ve been thinking for a while that I want to blow you.”

“Ok,” she sighed, “we will see what we can do if we go to bed early.” She felt a little guilty, the strapon was kind of her idea in the first place and she very rarely wanted to use it. The first few times with it were…not good, and it sat for years in the drawer unused. He had brought it back up a year or so ago and they had a couple of good experiences with it, well, good except for the cramping. But she felt weird wearing it, self-conscious, awkward, like it was a better idea on paper than in practice.

And now here she is, swinging a dayglo orange dildo back and forth and giggling while her husband tells her how sexy she looks. She’s trying to be a little silly, goofy, it’s how she’s always been, it’s part of why he loves her so, and he’s being serious and lustful and ravenous and trying desperately to compliment her in a way she can believe.

He believes, she knows he does, and she’d been on the receiving end of body worship enough times to know that when he says he thinks she’s the “sexiest goddamned thing in the world, woman”, he means it. He steps forward, she puts her arms on his shoulders, and they kiss. His fingers caress her face, he places the palm of his hand on her chest just below her neck, and he can feel her heartbeat and the heat of her flush.

“Ok, yeah,” he says when they break the kiss, “it’s a little stupid and silly, and it’s pulling on my leg hair,” before looking down between them at the silicone poking him in the leg, its tacky surface catching on his leg hair. They chuckle together in the way that lovers who have 25+ years of comfort can recognize that while sex is emotional and intimate and all that mushy stuff, there are still the unsexy details that you just have to live with.

She looked in his eyes and smiled. “So…you gonna suck my dick or what?”

He smiled, nuzzled her neck, and she felt his fingers wrap around her cock as he kissed his way down her body and onto his knees in front of her.

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He was nervous but excited. Even just telling her what he wanted to do made him feel very exposed, vulnerable. During one of their previous conversations around pegging she’d asked if he was gay. No, he didn’t think so, and while he fantasizes often about lots of things, none of them have ever been about another guy. But the idea of her cock in his mouth, in his ass, that was enticing.

And now he held the thing in his hand, on his knees in front of her, his love, as her fingertips brushed the top of his head. He kissed the tip, ran his tongue around the head, before taking the first inch between his lips. He could smell her, and she was intoxicating, but it stood in contrast to the taste in his mouth.

It totally didn’t matter, he was doing something he’d fantasized about, even practiced on the occasional mornings when he had the house to himself, and she was making all the right sounds to encourage him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she breathed, “aahhh…,” her fingers on his head applying the slightest pressure to go deeper. He happily complied, taking her in until his lips touched his own hand wrapped around the base of her cock and her head teasing the back of his mouth. He held it there while his tongue slid along the underside of the shaft before slowly pulling back until just the head was being caressed by his lips.

“You like that, do you baby?”

She moaned her assent and he began kissing her thighs and belly and hips, swirling his tongue over her skin, suckling until he left a small mark just where her leg meets her hip and eliciting a genuine moan of pleasure. He nudged her legs apart slightly and ran his hand up her inner thigh, finding them tacky from her moisture before letting his thumb part her lips and caress her clit.

Her knees buckled slightly before she caught herself. She didn’t expect much actual stimulation even though he had told her earlier he had no intention of just letting her fake the whole thing. Truth be told, what he’s doing with the dildo is pretty fucking hot, I’m throbbing, she thought. I wasn’t expecting to come, but he may just get me there. She knew he would, whether during this weird little tryst or afterwards. He was always enthusiastic.

He ran his tongue from its spot on her hip along her pubis and up the shaft of her cock, then took her quickly to the back of his mouth. His head bobbed back and forth, her hand resting gently on the back of his head, and she resumed her moans of pleasure.

He took his hand from where it had been wrapped around her shaft as a backstop and started pressing deeper against her. She began thrusting gently, matching his rhythm for a few moments.

“How far do you want to go?,” she asked. His excitement and the tension of their earlier conversation had put discussion of specifics from his mind.

He pulled back from her cock, both to respond as well as to give his jaw a break. “All the way,” he said. “This bit with the face fucking, I really like that, and you’re not hurting me. I see why you need to take breaks when you suck my dick though.” They both chuckled and she smiled at him.

“So as deep as I want, huh?”

“Please, and I’ll tell you if it’s too much or too hard. Just let me get used to it before the fucking starts.” He licked his lips, swallowed, put his mouth back on her, and she started moving her hips again while his thumb worked its magic.

He soon felt the tip at the back of his mouth and the cessation of her movement. He relaxed his jaw, took a breath, and allowed her to enter his throat. It was not the first time he had done this so he knew what to expect. Frankly, it was one of his favorite parts of his practicing and he felt a little proud at what he had worked his way up to.

His nose touched the fabric of the strapon’s padding, and she held him there. He worked his tongue as best he could as he felt the tears welling in his eyes. His breath caught, his body jerking slightly as it involuntarily tried to inhale. One hand was behind her hips, fingers clenching at her cheeks, pulling forward, deeper, the other trapped between her thighs and vigorously rubbing her clit.

Her hands were behind his head holding him down and the sounds coming from her mouth were unlike any he had heard her make in their decades together. She sounded savage, primal, her body in its own involuntary convulsions as she came.

Ten, maybe fifteen minutes they went on like this. Well, maybe seconds, but time is funny when you’re deep throating your wife for the first time and your wife is surprised to be coming this way from oral sex on a dildo.

Finally he let go of her ass, she released her hold on his head, and her cock slipped from his throat and past his lips. Thick saliva ran down his chin and onto his chest, tears streamed from his eyes down his face, and he looked up at her. The flush on her chest told him immediately that nothing about this was faked for his benefit.

He pulled a corner of the bedsheet to his face and wiped himself down, then stood up and looked in her eyes, both of them heaving breaths, both hearts pounding in their chests, and he smiled at her. She returned it, pulled him close, and kissed him.

“I…, that…, jelly,” she panted.

“A—agree,” he responded, trying to get the words from his brain to his sore jaw, “you are the sexiest goddamned thing I’ve ever seen, woman, and we are definitely doing that again.”

“I love you, my goofball.”

“And I love you, my sexual goddess.”

She giggled. He giggled. It was the only blowjob for either of them that night, but far from the only orgasm.

All characters 18+, consenting and enjoying themselves, this is all part of a scene/play setting. Please be warned this part may not be suitable for all audiences.

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It was difficult to tell time in abject darkness. In the place where silence and visual nothingness met the seconds felt like hours, the minutes like days. Simon’s brain felt petrified; how long had he been here?

He felt around him, grabbing and tugging on the metal cage forcefully, the bars too thick to bend even slightly. The cage door rattled hard, the heavy pad lock clanging out in the dead quiet room. Slowing his breath, Simon released the cage and fell back into the uncomfortable part he was leant up against, his body already suffering the effects of being cramped and contained within the horrid box.

Unable to stretch out his body tensed, his muscles aching almost as bad as his grapefruit sized balls and stretched urethra.

As he painted, his breathing rapid and fearful he realised, in a roundabout way, this was the first time he had been left alone and uncaged in days, weeks even, perhaps longer, Simon just didn’t know. Trying to calm himself, he focused hard on his breathing forcing his mind to steady and his lungs to slow their intake.

In and out.

He breathed a deep breath, the air smelling stale and recycled, likely growing thinner with oxygen with every inhale. Regardless, the ever horny Simon fumbled around for his dick, careful not to bump his immensely swollen and bruised nuts, a simple graze by his hand, enough to make him cry. Slowly and surely he ran his hands down his body and found his dick in the darkness, taking it into his awaiting hands.

Wasting no time he began to stroke, finally able to enjoy his own genitalia after so long in confinement. Each deliberate stroke was long and powerful, his grip tight and firm.

He stroked in a sensual rhythm from base to head, paying special attention to his extra sensitive frenulum, the sensation of orgasmic pleasure building deep in his near destroyed balls. The feeling was eye-rollingly good, Simon moaning aloud, unbothered by the prospect that anyone would hear him, after all the room was soundproofed.

Stroking faster now he kept going, faster and faster his grip tightening to a near death grip, his muscles now tensing not from being awkwardly constricted but from the budding pleasure that built rapidly in his balls, stimulating and rocketing through his thick, veiny shaft.

“Uhh fuck oh fuck.” He said aloud, taking his hand up the shaft, playing almost exclusively with his dickhead, the jerk off motions short and highly focused around the dickhead.

The method and means of achieving orgasm was unorthodox but it didn’t seem to matter as the pleasure wave rose fast, grabbing each and every receptor that would listen, firing all at once; igniting Simon’s mind and soul with sexual fire, he came. He came hard.

With a jolt the spirit of pleasure left his cock, feeling as though it gave him a hug across each and ever square inch of his body, his cock not shooting the load but dribbling it out quickly, the residue pouring out and down his fat dick, pooling between his cramped legs. Breathing heavy, Simon pushed his head back into the cage, sighing for the first time a breath of relief.

Suddenly, Simon heard the door’s heavy locks becoming undone, the creak and groan of the door instantly recognisable. It slowly swung open, bright orange sunlight beaming it, the beams too strong for Simon, who shielded his eyes from the direct gaze of the ball of flame.

Jackie was still preoccupied pushing the door fully open. Taking this time Simon looked down at his handiwork only to scream a blood curdling cry.

His semen was not pure off white like normal, but now was an eerie reddish pink, blotches of his own blood staining his load, his dick still dripping cummy blood.

Walking in, her cowgirl boots smacking against the floor, Simon looked up, shielding his eyes partially from the sun, the visage of Goddess Jackie partly obscured by the sun.

“Rise and shine sleepy heads. I see Benny showed you how to pass the time.” Jackie said off handedly, Simon turning in the cage to see Benny still slumped in the same position as before, his tight gimp mask obscuring his eyes, ears & mouth, only a nose poking out even indicated a human was beneath that pile of latex. Curiously, Simon reached for the gimp mask’s facial strap, seeking to remove it.

“Don’t do that.” Jackie barked, walking closer to the cage.

“Why not?” Simon said defiantly, almost bratty.

“Benny isn’t much of a looker…anymore. He can’t stand the sight of his own face.” Jackie retorted, unlocking and removing the padlock from the cage, opening the door with an inviting swing.

“What happened to him?” Simon said cautiously turning away and poking a nervous head out of the cage.

“Let’s just say, plastic surgery is hard without the right tools.” Jackie said smiling, messing up Simon’s hair with a playful hand, before latching a thick and heavy metal choker chain to his neck, a heavy-set chain-link lead running from it to Jackie’s hand.

She pulled on it tightly, the leash constricting Simon’s airflow momentarily, causing him to spit and grunt like a wounded dog. Jackie pulled him hard by the leash, practically yanking him to the opened doorway.

Scared to stand upright Simon followed shortly behind on all fours, racing out of the room with unbridled glee; free at last.

Outside now he smelt the pine and forest decadence. He smiled as the sun hit his pale skin. He turned, still on all fours towards the towering Goddess Jackie. Forgetting his place he called out;

“So how long did you have me in the—“ Simon began before a powerful boot to the head from Jackie disoriented him. The kick knocking him squarely to the ground, a daze falling over him.

“Doggies don’t talk. They bark, and whine and pant for a drink. C’mon Simon, let’s go for your morning walk.” Jackie said as if referring to a domesticated pet she had had for years.

Despite the degradation and humiliation, Simon complied, fearful for his Goddesses wrath lest he disobey. She pulled hard on the leash tightening his collar further and further as she made her way far in front of the crawling Simon.

He quickly jostled and made his way forward, the sharp sticks, fallen tree items and other woodland things digging into his hands, knees and legs. The walk was not long as once he rounded one side of the sadistic box he was pulled around the other side and again once more, completing a filthy and humiliating loop of his new forever home.

“I used to walk Benny but that old dog doesn’t have the same get up and go as he used to. I might have to put him down.” Jackie said offhandedly as the pair stared through the trees off of Jackie’s property, the suns glow strange, Simon wasn’t sure if it was rising or falling. Interrupting the near beautiful moment Jackie tightened her grip on the leash, she pushed an evil heel into Simon’s back, the tension building in the choke. Practically lynching Simon, Jackie held the choke for what felt like an eternity, Simon’s lungs screaming for air, his head feeling like it would pop.

As the taught leash was loosened, Simon gasped a deep breath, Jackie leading him back toward the evil box in the woods. Stopping before the door, Jackie lightly tugged on the leash.

“Have a drink before the walk ends lovely.” Jackie said, gesturing to a steel bowl unseen by Simon, the kick to his head to blame for his lack of attention to detail. Instinctively, Simon cupped his two hands together and began to lower them down to the water.

Before he could do so, Simon felt a tremendously powerful kick connect with the backside of his nuts, their fully exposed nature a critical design floor.

Simon practically leaped like a frightened frog, a demonic hollar left his body as he crumpled to the earth below him, screaming into the dirt.

“Get up you big baby.” Jackie ordered swiftly, pulling the leash tight once more, raising Simon to be on all fours again despite his clear and obvious cries against it. Taking no time at all, Jackie launched another perfect placed kick into the back of Simon’s balls, the one place his balls weren’t bruised or bruising so far, which was soon about to change.

Falling in a heap, Simon clutched his two grape fruits, Jackie allowing him the privilege of rolling over onto his back, his balls looking massive, almost to the point of needing to be drained of fluid. Rolling around in tremendous agony on the earth my, dirty floor, Jackie pulled him up, despite his best efforts and pelas to remain curled up.

“C’mon Simon.” Jackie began, patting the side of his head reassuringly. “I have to get going soon, so drink up before cage time.”

Unable to push the pain out of his mind completely, Simon’s eyes closed firmly, the pain making it hard to see, Simon lowered his head to the doggy bowl and began lapping up the warm water. Disgustingly, his mouth soured and puckered as his eyes opened to meet the liquid looking back. Simon nearly gagged as the bowl of piss ebbed and flowed, Jackie pulling hard on the chain to discipline Simon back to drinking.

With each pained mouthful Simon’s tears hit the bowl, only adding to the liquid level he was forced to drink. Lapping it up like the good dog he was Jackie encouraged him from above;

“Good boy, drink all my piss. Every last drop. If you’re lucky I’ll let you eat my shit later.”

Simon pushed through, nursing two ever purpling balls, the damage no longer able to fully heal and repair on its own, the balls likely needing professional care. Simon kept drinking pushing his ball pain from his mind as he focused on drinking down the warm, awful liquid.

It tasted so tangy, so acidic, like a highly concentrated apple cider vinegar. To his dismay, like the pathetic dog he was he licked the bowl clean, his bladder now full of his own piss as well as Goddess Jackie’s.

Simon looked up from the now glistening bowl to see Goddess Jackie smiling at him. Gently now, she led him back into the darkened box, past the chair and back to the entrance of the small cage, Benny still limply breathing in the cage, unbothered by the commotion around him.

Kneeling below a paused in contemplation Jackie, Simon surveyed the room before the light was snuffed out, he saw surgical photos plastered on the walls and Polaroids of men he didn’t know or see hanging from a loose wire, the photos depicting images of such depravity Simon couldn’t gaze upon them for long.

Simon looked over to the potentially sleeping Benny, seeing his left forearm was the only part of his body not covered in latex, his cock and balls readily accessible via a large zipper. Across his forearm, a makeshift painful looking tattoo read the number 9.

Simon looked back at the Polaroids after mustering up the courage to do so, seeing number tattoos on some of the men within, the numbers in no particular order or sequence; what could it mean?

“S…do you want to go back in your cage?” Jackie said breaking Simon’s train of thought.

“No Goddess.” Simon said honestly, not thinking before he spoke. Worriedly, he tensed up, expecting a hard boot to slam into his balls any second, yet the sensation never came.

“Well if you stay out you’ll have to do something for me.” Jackie said, looking down at him.

“Anything Goddess.” Simon said, practically sitting up on his hind legs like a dog begging for the last stale biscuit.

“You’re going to hold a light for me. I have some light reading I need to do.” Jackie said unclasping the heavy leash from Simon’s collar. She didn’t bother undoing the collar, leaving it on him.

Jackie walked away from Simon, trotting over to the gynaecologist chair. As she got to it, she spun around and clicked her fingers, whistling a degrading note. Instinctively, Simon ran on all fours across the floor of the dungeon toward her, stopping inches away from her legs, bowing his head deeply, his lips now millimetres from her cowgirl boots.

“Get in the chair.” Jackie ordered, pushing her foot into Simon’s face to lift him upward. Scared he stood up on weary legs and with a worried mind he backed up into the chair, finding the coarse cushions comforting compared to the stifling cage where Benny resided.

Like the time before, Jackie strapped him down quickly, pulling the door to the torment room closed firmly. Simon’s brain rushed with terror as flashes of the horrific pain from before entered his mind, his mouth shot open, screaming in terror, wails of fear overtaking him, completely unable to hold them back.

With a hard slap, Jackie steadied him, grabbing his chin she looked at him, her red lipstick just as bright as the time before, whenever that was. Steadying the freaking out Simon, Jackie stared deeply into his crying eyes, her bright blue peepers steely with focus.

“I’m only going to say this once; you’re to hold the light steady and keep your noise to a minimum, I have trouble reading and I get VERY annoyed if I can’t finish my stories; ask Benny.” Jackie said, slapping Simon twice more, once across each cheek for good measure, the pain distracting him long enough for Jackie to grab today’s tool of devastation; another sounding rod.

Like before, she grabbed his fearful yet hard dick and shoved the rod down his tight urethra with malicious intent. Simon wailed and flailed, this rod had more girth and was longer, the pain however was almost exactly the same, no tolerance was able to be built up against it, it broke him down all the same. She pushed it down, and dragged it back up again only to push it further down, where it felt like it was knocking at and pushing on internal veins and areas which man was never meant to touch.

The pain was unbearable; his brain a mush of pain Simon began gurgling as the rod slid with finality into place. Quickly, Jackie grabbed something from the surgeon’s table and pulled it above Simon’s sounded cock; it was a lighter.

She flicked the ignition, the flint failing to catch the first few times before roaring to life, Jackie bringing the flame down atop an ever so tiny wick at the tip of the rod. Extinguishing the lighter the room now was illuminated by the sounding rod’s wick. The light lightly jostled as Simon’s ruined dick twitched.

“Oh shoot!” Jackie said as if her shoe was untied. “I left my book up at the house, hold on okay S, I’ll be right back.” Jackie said in a low-key almost causal tone as she walked up and pushed the heavy soundproof door open.

Sliding out from it and closing it behind her the darkness enveloped him, the only source of light illuminated solely by his dick wick. The rod felt as though it was heating up, a light burning feeling inside his cock began to grow stronger, the sensation horrid, like literal hellfire.

With no way to track the passage of time and the pain all he could feel, Simon did his utmost best to retreat into the far reaches of his mind and, for a brief moment contemplate the meaning of the numbers.

They were all so garbled and random; perhaps they were meaningless, perhaps they were to number her slaves or perhaps, Simon thought; it was a ranking system. A way to desígnate which sex slave was the apple of her eye.

It made sense, Simon thought, Benny, the only slave Simon had seen so far, of whom Jackie talked so highly of, was number 9. Surely the past few days of torment that Simon had endured happily would rank him close if not higher than 9.

Simon promised himself that, even if the numbers weren’t a ranking system that he would become Goddess’ Jackie’s number 1 slave; even if it killed him.

Ironically, he thought about the other Goddesses as the heat plume in his cock grew hotter. He wondered if they missed him. They had warned that Jackie played more intensely than they did and foolishly Simon didn’t heed their warning and yet, oddly enough, his time with Jackie was euphoric, a new normal he couldn’t describe.

It would only be truly understood to someone who had lived it. He felt okay in servitude to Goddess Jackie. If she pimped him out or gave him over to the other Goddesses to use he wouldn’t mind but he longed to be Jackie’s and Jackie’s alone; he hoped, as the fiery heat began to burn him that she felt the same.

Screaming and hollering the door opened finally, revealing Jackie, with a magazine tucked under her arm, something else concealed in her other hand, her tight white shirt drenched in sweat from running around her large property. As she entered she readjusted the rod, pulling the metal pole up slightly, the heat dying down, although the inner of his cock still felt as if it was burning at a low rate.

Persevering he tried to hold still, as Jackie flippantly flicked through the magazine. A few pages in she stopped, placing the magazine on the surgeon table beside her before standing up.

“I almost forgot. You’ve already been sounded so you’re semi used to this pain. If I want to test your ability to stay still I have to up the ante.” She said gleefully revealing to Simon a large piece of peeled ginger and a roll of duct tape.

With a smile she forced an unlubed finger into Simon’s unprepared asshole. Fondling around she poked and prodded him, stretching him with one hand as she readied the ginger root for insertion. As she pulled out her finger she slid the ginger root in its place.

The root immediately began leaking, the chemical reaction causing Simon to spasm wildly in terrible discomfort, the jostling shaking the only light source in the room, much to Goddess Jackie’s dismay.

With a huff she pressed on, ripping a large piece of duct tape off and placing it over Simon’s asshole. With another piece she fortified it. Again and again she sealed it in. Satisfied it was buried she grabbed her doctor’s stool and grabbed her magazine. Simon bit back screams and tears flowed down his face like a cascading waterfall, the heat in his dick and ass both different heats but both incredibly painful and discomforting. He wriggled and writhed. Hearing a purposeful huff from Jackie he tried his best to keep still.

“Hold that light steady dear, it’s hard to read, and I need to learn this for you.” Jackie said, patting Simon encouragingly on the knee like a grandmother would do to a small boy.

So Simon sat there, baking in mind melting pain, his body a human candle, flickering often as his Goddess in an unbothered focus kept on reading, flicking the pages eagerly as she grunted and made noises of surprised observation.

Simon tried his best to avoid screaming and to avoid screaming lest he disturb her, yet both options felt like they were mere seconds from occurring. As he felt the world around him dull, the familiar feeling of the night time setting in, his vision blurring, his head becoming too heavy on his neck, he looked over at the magazine Jackie was reading. In fact, Simon thought magazine was the wrong word; it was more a journal, a scientific journal that appeared to be abridged.

Simon only read the title of the journal before he screamed loudly, his bellow sending a gust of wind out, blowing out the light source. Fearful as the world went dark the words seemed so bright even in the darkness. The phrase embedded in his brain as he cried out. Jackie getting up to open the door. Simon screamed once more as the light entered the room, now illuminating the book’s front cover;

‘How to perform a circumcision’

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People made university look like a lot of fun. In a way it is, a lot of things to learn, a lot of things to fuck… up, and a lot of things to experience but they really never tell you how demanding and cruel some majors are and of course, I had to choose the most difficult one at my university. Worst part? It no longer pays the highest. Everything could go smoother with a cute girlfriend by my side for hanging out and cuddling… and the occasional fuck but studies keep me in like a mole and a certain someone keeps ruining the little chances of dates I get.

“Hey, you dingus! What are you doing?” Sarah barged into my room and sat on my bed.

My best friend Sarah, I live with her in a small apartment close to campus. We met back in middle school and ever since we just stuck together. Maybe that’s why she still doesn’t see me as a man. For example, I have caught her multiple times either topless and some booty shorts or just plain old panties. The number of times she has given me a boner either by mistake or on purpose is ludicrous, and of course, she loves teasing me about me getting hard on someone that I should be thinking of as a sister.

How am I supposed to win against my cock when she is like this? Thanks to this bullshit, I have gotten at least five confirmed hookups and maybe two possible ones ruined as she is always somehow at the apartment and her way to greet us is in either, just a plain t-shirt that is almost always mine or in booty shorts and an old tank top that doesn’t hide her tits at all.

During last semester, I brought back a girl I met in my thermodynamics class, a total cutie; with short curly hair, glasses, and a big smile. We arrived at the apartment at an hour that Sarah was supposed to be dead asleep, and we were making out on my bed with her underneath me, Sarah barged into my room completely naked. That has to be one of the top “oh shit” moments of my life. My pulse dropped and my face turned white as a piece of paper while she greeted us. She even did it with a completely straight face and an innocent smile while I on the other hand was completely horrified.

The girl… well she was more than impressed by that smoking hot body, Sarah is also an athlete, and couldn’t help to compliment her. I died, my soul left my body and was replaced with emptiness as my girl was now way more turned on by Sarah than me. As you can probably guess, we didn’t get to fuck… and by we, I mean Sarah and I. Because yes, the cutie was more than interested in having a hookup with her instead of me but Sarah wasn’t interested in testing her sexuality that night after the girl suggested a threesome. Not like that stopped Sarah from making out with a girl during the last Christmas party but I digress. I was definitely not in the mood for a threesome after getting sidelined so hard, let alone with Sarah and she was on the same page. The glares I got from the cutie during the next week after that total fail of date were something else… anyway, back to the present.

“What do you think I am doing?” I asked as my entire desk was covered with papers, books, and my laptop blasting the recording of my class.

“Fair point. Do you have gum? I ran out” she asked while swaying her legs in the air

“What do you want?” I threw her the pack of gum

“Thanks. Well, I need someone to come with me to a double date” she said with a big stupid smile

“No” I turned around and went back to my studies

“Come on, it will be fun. Be a bro and help me again” she said

“You know how many times have you fucked me over on a date?” I said with my eyes squinted

“I will pay for that game you have been eyeing out recently” she smirked

“… fuck you… fine… is she cute?” I turned around to look at her

“Your type? Maybe “she giggled

“It better be worth my time or you will pay for the six-pack of beer… the one that I like,” I said as I turned off my laptop

“Deal, well… there is a tiny little problem, it today… in an hour” She looked at me with a whoop’s expression

“What?!!!” I looked at her shocked at such short notice

“Yeah, can I use your shower?” She asked as she stood up.

“Yes, but why in the actual fuck would you ask me this one hour before?” I asked a bit mad as this was way too short of notice for the both of us to get ready.

“Because she just confirmed it, you know how hard is to find a lesbian or bi girl in this university” she slowly stripped before me

“Is that necessary?” I asked while rolling my eyes.

She gave me the most devilish smile as she turned around and showed me how that gorgeous round ass sways. My mind completely lost focus on the plot and just stared. That strong back from years of helping her father at the lumberyard, those strong thick thighs from years of heavy lifting, and that gorgeous bouncy ass that held its shape so nicely with each step. My cock quickly agreed with my lusty brain for just a second before I recovered and tried to wrangle my angry cock back to reality.

I gently bit my lip as she entered my bathroom and almost got caught as she turned around to look at me and those perky tits are amazing too. She let go of an amused giggle as she pointed at my bulge before closing the bathroom door. I sighed defeated as my cock won once again but there was no time to waste. The date was in less than an hour, I cleaned my desk a bit as she was taking a hot shower. That's when it dawned on me, she has her own damn shower. We chose a two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment for this exact reason, plus she likes to boil while showering while I don’t. She finished showering and while some water was still dripping from the sauna she had created in my bathroom, she stepped out.

I love her to death, but my God does she make it hard not to stare. She is basically the definition of a goddess with an amazingly fit body. It also doesn’t help she has been working out a lot more recently and those sexy curves just hug her even tighter. Especially that flat stomach that is hiding some abs behind it. She began to workout more to get those sexy abs after I confessed to love girls with abs. Her eyes trailed down my body and once again locked on my hard cock under my shorts as she is way too sexy.

“What?” She asked with a naughty smirk while drying her short black hair with my towel.

“You are getting the floor wet,” I said a bit frustrated before I walked closer to her.

“It's just a bit of water, not like I am dripping wet,” she said with a big stupid smile

“Are you sure about that?” I laughed and flicked her hard nipples before entering the bathroom

“Hey!” She blushed

“Jesus! Why did you shower with the temperature of the sun?!!!” I said as I desperately turned the water back to normal human temperature.

The bathroom was so damn hot I had to let the door open to air out the steam of her lava shower. With so little time left, I decided to leave the door open and began to strip. I ignored her but I sure noticed her stealing glances at me while she dried off her body. Not like she hasn’t seen me naked before so it didn’t bother me yet it felt so fucking hot being eaten out like that by her. Just those quick glances while biting her lip sent my cock in a raging tide as I shower with the curtains open.

The last time she did something close to this was a couple of months ago. Normally I would lock the door to my bedroom when I am about to rub one out but that day was a bit different. To my knowledge, she wasn’t going to be home until two hours later and after a whole week of failed dates I was too horny to care to lock a door I wasn’t going to need. That backfired, we have somewhat of an open-door policy and don’t care to knock first. This time I was watching porn with my hard raging cock out while stroking it.

Her eyes almost popped out of their socket as she stared at my swollen tip dripping precum. In that moment, my heart stopped yet there was still blood being pumped down south harder than ever. My face turned pale as my cock swelled with excitement. I completely froze, what was I supposed to do? I live with this girl, the line just got sent into space. But in her infinite wisdom, with a straight face that was definitely eating me out, said. “Do you need a hand?” While also doing a stroking motion.

I broke this trance and finally decided to shoo her out while I was still beyond embarrassed. That dinner was one of the worst for me. That day was her time to cook for us and I just couldn’t look at her in the eyes. It didn’t help she became “flirtier” that night. Making a shit ton of innuendos while making sure to compliment my cock. I still get embarrassed just thinking of it but at least I lost my fear of showing off my body after she complimented me more later on. Anyway, back to the present once again.

I entered the shower with the air temperature resembling more to hell than a cold afternoon during autumn and tried to take a cold shower. Yes, a cold shower. What? I like cold showers like I am in Alaska. After such a refreshing shower I went to grab my other towel and she grabbed that one too. I rolled my eyes and looked at the top of the toilet where I left a clean pair of boxers and that was stolen too, it felt like middle school all over again. I walked out of the bathroom completely soaked and naked and this devil was just swinging my boxers like a flag.

“Really?” I asked with my arms crossed and water still dripping down my body

“Careful you are getting the floor all wet and sloppy” She smirked and bit her

“Stop it, where is my towel?” I asked

“Hmm I don’t know, but I might remember if you do something for me” She bit her lip

“What? Eat your pussy? Come on you said we have a date and we have less than half an hour to arrive on time” I said with a bit of a blush on my cheeks as my cock jumped slightly as I mentioned eating her pussy

“And you always call me the pervy one” She laughed and gently spread her legs

“Come on, give me back my towel” I smiled

“Oh, here” she stood up as she was sitting on it

“You are so childish,” I said as I tried to hide the fact, I was rock-hard

“Fine, I will go and get you a dry one” she laughed and walked out of my bedroom while swaying her round ass

“Here, and don’t be late!” She popped back into my room as she threw me her clean dry towel and right after she began to leave once again but not before wiggling her fit round ass at me, like a signature to an invitation to a nice fuck.

With her now out of my room, I took a second to breathe in and out and tried to calm down my hard cock before changing into something middle-of-the-road between fancy and casual. This didn’t distract me from the fact I had the opportunity to take a good view of her gorgeous body. It slowly began to eat me out until I was back to being fully hard in my pants. But this urge to fuck was quickly shut down by my greatest dilemma. I didn’t know what watch to wear with my outfit. Both of them looked good with my outfit but I still couldn’t decide if the silver and blue watch was better looking than the gold and black watch. I tried each one a few times before giving up and walking to Sarah’s room to ask her.

“Hey perv, does the… wow” I barged into her room to find her brushing her hair while topless and only wearing her tight jeans that made that gorgeous round ass so much sexier. Her nipples were still hard from earlier and my dick decided to step in and get hard in my jeans.

“What is it?” She asked while still brushing her hair

“I will be back in a minute “I closed the door as seeing her perky tits again really did a number on me, I was just too horny.

“Don’t be silly, not like you haven’t seen my tits before” she laughed

“Just give me a second,” I said while on the other side of the door

“So, you need a slick tongue to help relieve you?” She asked before laughing

“Shut it, it’s nothing like that” I blushed darkly as I tried to calm down and shut down my libido for now. After a few minutes, I was back to normal and opened the door to find her wearing her skinny jeans, a sexy crop top that showed off her underboob, and a cute overshirt.

“What?” She looked at me while putting on lipstick.

“Silver and blue or gold and black?” I showed her my watches while still trying to concentrate on them and not on her sexy underboob.

“Silver and blue look better with your outfit. Plus, it matches your eyes lovingly. Now, what do you think?” She gave me a twirl

“You look gorgeous “I smiled

“You think so?” She turned her back and wiggled her ass at me

“Okay fine, changed that to hot” I laughed as a little boner began to form.

“You are too predictable” she laughed

“Who are we going out with anyway?” I asked her while putting on my watch

“Remember the cuties from calculus?” She asked while putting on the expensive perfume I bought her for Christmas.

“Yeah… wait. So, you are going after Mary? She is such a baddie” I said a bit excited for her.

“Hmmm fuck! I know right, she is also really sweet when you get to know her” She smiled with a glint in her eyes

“Just don’t leave me hanging with the details later. Anyway, I will wait for you at the car” I smiled and slapped that gorgeous ass playfully. She laughed and wiggled her ass at me like a cute excited puppy as I left her room.

Now, the plans were to go to the bowling alley and then go to dinner at our usual restaurant. I would say, this is what Sarah and I do on the weekends. Not that I am mad but come on, she could have chosen at least a different restaurant. We arrived at the bowling alley just a bit late, only ten minutes with a little head up. We met the others and I can say, my date looked really cute wearing a green sundress.

We started playing and it all went downhill from there. My date had just broken up with her ex not even a week before and she kept mentioning him out of nowhere. This was definitely a ploy to get her out and at least have some fun. So, like the best friend I am, I took the hit and tried to entertain my “date” and hopefully get her to relax. I dropped the, I am interested vibe and swapped it for a more friendly and relaxed vibe.

I thought it would be easy, to just chat about her ex, make sure she is heard and validated, and move on with our night. The thing is, she was taking this date seriously. To the point, we ended up on the topic of having kids. My heart stopped; I am 20 I don’t want kids yet! Not like I was interested in her anymore but that put another nail in the coffin. The kicker was she was pregnant with her second kid while her one-year-old was with her ex for the night. Yeah nope, I am out. I excused myself and went to buy us something to drink to take the edge off the situation.

“Wait! I will help you” Sarah said and ran behind me

“What do you want?” I asked her what she wanted for drinks

“About that… can we dip?” She whispered in my ear.

I wasn’t the only one having problems with their date and I was more than a thousand percent on board with the idea of finishing the game and excusing ourselves before dinner. I returned with two sodas while Sarah returned with two beers. That really didn’t sit well with my date. Enough to start rambling about how much she misses her ex. I stomach as much of that minefield of conversation before we reach dinner time. That’s when we excused ourselves separately and we left. Hopefully without my car getting keyed in the future.

“Pizza from _______?” I asked Sara as we drove back.

“Yes, but I need alcohol too” she sighed exhausted.

“You owe me a fucking beer” I laughed

“And I owe one to myself” She sounded defeated

We picked up pizza from our favorite place and two packs of beer before arriving at our apartment. The first thing she does is to throw off her overshirt, making her underboob way more noticeable.

“Too bad you had such a bad date, I bet you would have dominated her with that outfit” I laughed as I placed the pizza on the counter.

“You think so?” She blushed and opened the beers before we enjoyed a few minutes of just us in silence while eating pizza and drinking beer.

“Duh, you have an amazing body and that crop top really is a statement,” I said with a straight face as I was eating my pizza slice.

“Really? Does it make me look slutty?” She blushed as she shyly covered her underboob

“Yes, but I am sure girls love that too. I love it so” I shrugged and drank my beer.

“Hmm then at least someone enjoyed me” She smirked and leaned forward before lifting her crop top just slightly, enough to start seeing her nipples.

“No, I wasn’t” I blushed and looked away.

“Sure buddy, I know you well” She smirked and turned around to grab a slice of pizza before wiggling her ass at me.

My intrusive thoughts finally won and I grabbed her ass. A big handful with both hands. That was when my mind went completely blank for what felt like an eternity. Just feeling that amazing ass finally in my hands before I realized I was just grabbing the sexy ass of my best friend. She jumped out of pure surprise but didn’t protest. She, in fact, rubbed her ass on my hands before pulling back and looking at me with a big naughty smirk.

“You like my ass that much?” She smirked

“You know I am an ass man” I laughed

“Too bad, I prefer girls that are into soft perky tits like mine” she laughed

“What?!!” I almost choked on my beer

“Yeah, I like having my nipples played with. Having them licked and pinched” she had this smug face with a hint of drunkenness while eating

“No need for the details” I slowly got hard under my jeans

“And I also like it when guys rub their hard needy cocks between them” She looked directly at me and squeezed her tits together before drinking my beer.

“You are a lightweight, give me back my can you are already drunk” I laughed it off but the beer was slowly losing both of us.

“Well, your dick is certainly enjoying it” she pointed at my bulging pants

“He is just saying you look gorgeous” I laugh it off again.

“I should give him a personal thank you for complimenting my body” She smiled and licked her lips

“Okay let's stop here before we cross the line” I smiled and placed my beer down.

“Guess I win and that’s for grabbing my ass” She stuck out her tongue while grabbing hold of my crotch.

“Bad girl” I smiled and grabbed my beer from her hand.

“I can be a good girl” she bit her lip

“It’s time to call it a night, you are drunk” I finished my beer

“No, I am not” she lunged and kissed me

Addison rubbed her eyes wishing for the exhausted sting to disappear. She had been sitting at her desk all afternoon. The sun was setting, bathing her in a deep orange glow as she looked out upon the city. There was a quiet beauty to the scene, the world outside thrumming with energy.

A knock from the kitchen drew her attention away from the window. With her curiosity piqued she rose from her chair snagging her dirty coffee mug on the way, padding into the office kitchen. The breath caught in her throat when she saw Riley. His white shirtsleeves were rolled up, the muscles of his forearms flexing as he cleaned a mug in the sink. There was a domesticity to the act that made Addison's stomach flutter.

Hearing her quiet steps, Riley turned to face her. His dark blue eyes locking onto her causing the air to catch in her throat. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, his messy dark hair evidence of the stressed fingers running through it.

'Finishing up soon?' There was a wolfish glint to his smile.

He could tell Addison was struggling to form her words. Her peachy plump lips opened, closed then opened again before she laughed closing the distance between them to place her cup in the sink. Addison could not believe this man was even talking to her. Riley had his own fan club of flirtatious women who followed him around the office like lost puppies. It was to be expected, he was the only senior manager under the age of 50.

'I was just turning my computer off actually.' Standing next to him at the sink, all she could hear was the loud thrum of blood in her ears. Riley hummed, the sound thoughtful as he stood behind her. Leaning his head down, he whispered into her ear, 'I would have though someone as beautiful as you would have better things to do on a Friday afternoon.'

Addison couldn't control her response. Her hazel eyes fluttered closed, the breath she didn't realise she was holding escaped her in one shaky puff. 'The rumors about you are true, you do have a silver tongue.' Her words were a soft confession, barely between them audible.

He laughed, the sound a deliciously dark promise. Before she could react, his hands gripped Addison's hips lifting her onto the kitchen counter. Planting his palms either side of her, he levelled his face inches away from hers. With his glaze flickering to her lips he smirked, 'what else do they say about my mouth Addy?'

Shuddering Addison fought for breath, she felt like a deer in the headlights. Without waiting for her response Riley dipped his head to her neck, his lips kissing along her hot flesh. He could feel her erratic pulse under his touch. Addison shifted on the counter, her thighs squeezing together under her black pencil skirt. The whimper that left her mouth earned her a dark chuckle.

'I've been thinking about devouring you for months.' His confession made her squeak. Pleasure shivered down her spine when he bit into her neck, the sharpness causing her hips to arch. 'Fuck,' her moan floated between them, a reward for his efforts.

'That sounds like a good idea actually,' Riley spoke softly, one of his hands trailing up her inner thigh dipping under her skirt. Nudging her knees open, his fingers sought to tease feather light stokes over her panties.

'You're already soaked for me aren't you?' His other hand moved to her hip pulling her towards the edge of the counter. Addison felt as if she were about to melt, her skin on fire reacting to him. His hungry eyes devoured her when she smirked. 'I'd say I'm wet, hardly soaked.' She winked earning her another dark bark of laughter.

Riley's fingers slipped into the waist of her panties, sliding them from her soft thighs he tucked them into his pants pocket. The protested died in her mouth the moment his knees dropped to the floor. He watched her shocked expression with shimmering pride. He knew her flustered response was all thanks to him.

Addison's thighs parted for him, his kisses now trailing up her flesh. Shivering with pleasure Addison wrapped her delicate fingers in his hair. He growled against her skin, the rumbling vibration tickling her thigh. With one searing lick, he trailed his tongue between her lips, lapping from her entrance to her clit.

'Jesus, fuck!' Her lust filled gaze watched his head disappear under her skirt. Closing her eyes Addison rolled her hips up to meet him. His tongue swirled around and around her swollen clit causing her muscles to twitch.

Adjusting himself, Riley gripped her hips tight roughly pulling her onto his mouth. Her moans flowed form her with ease as he praised her cunt. His mouth lapping, sucking and biting at her sweet flesh. He drunk her essence growling with pleasure, his thick cock throbbing between his legs.

Addison moved with his hands, allowing herself to roll up against his tongue her body humming with energy. When her thighs began to twitch Riley slowly removed himself between her lips. Sliding up her body, Addison gasped at the sight of his face slick with her messy need.

Sinking his mouth to hers, Addison moaned tasting herself on him. Her tongue joined his to massage and dance against each other. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her body an inferno of pleasure.

Pleased with his efforts, Riley slid his hand between her thighs, slipping two fingers inside her he twisted to hook into her massaging her walls. Breaking their kiss he groaned, 'you're so fucking tight.'

Her pleasured moans were music to his ears as he fucked his fingers into her, his palm connecting with her clit. His free hand slid up her spine, his fingers wrapping into her thick dark hair. With a tight grasp he pulled her head back so she was looking at the ceiling whilst he devoured the warm flesh of her neck.

Addison was writhing under him, he could tell she was close. Picking up speed her mewling moans were a sweet melody he could listen to for hours. She couldn't control herself, electric pleasure flooded every nerve of her body. Snapping her eyes closed she trembled her walls clenching around him to milk his fingers as her orgasm flooded over her. Slowing his pace Riley roughly pumped his fingers once more before slipping from her.

She couldn't help but mourn his touch. His tongue trailed up her neck to her ear, his teeth nipping down. 'Next time I look forward to pumping that delicious cunt of yours full of my cum.' Addison was left a shuddering mess, her cheeks burning red when he retreated from the kitchen.

When Jose first reached out to me, he was upfront about wanting to give his wife, Chelsea, a unique experience—a blend of sensual massage and erotic exploration. They were both new to this kind of adventure, and I could sense that excitement mixed with a little nervousness in his messages. Jose was clear; he wanted Chelsea to feel free, to feel beautiful, and to be in a space where she could fully embrace her desires without any judgment.

When I arrived at The Signature, tucked behind the MGM, I was greeted by Jose, who led me to their suite. The place was classy, and you could feel the quiet anticipation in the air as Chelsea came out to join us. She was stunning—a petite Filipina in her late 30s, with dark hair that framed her face beautifully and a spark in her eyes that hinted at her inner sensuality.

Chelsea seemed a little shy at first, her smile soft and inviting, but you could tell this was new territory for her. As we talked, I reassured her and made sure she knew this experience was all about her comfort, her pleasure. We’d go at her pace, allowing her to relax and let go of any lingering reservations.

Once the session began, Jose decided to participate, joining me in a four-hand massage. Together, we worked in sync, each of us letting our hands glide over her body, mixing deep, therapeutic strokes with lighter, teasing touches. Chelsea’s initial shyness quickly melted away as she let herself sink into the moment, moaning softly as we explored every curve, every sensitive spot.

She wore a jeweled butt plug, a daring addition that added a new level of intensity to her experience. I could feel her excitement building as we worked her muscles and teased her skin, making her body hum with anticipation. Soon, I found myself guiding her into deeper sensations, using my fingers and mouth to bring her to multiple releases. Her gasps and soft cries of pleasure filled the room, and her confidence seemed to grow with each wave of bliss.

We moved to the bed, and she took turns indulging both me and Jose, her movements more assured, her eyes filled with passion. She took us into her mouth one by one, savoring each moment. Her body responded to every touch, every caress, and soon, I entered her, driving her to even more releases. Her moans grew louder, whispering, “Damn, you’re really good.” The sensation was heightened with the plug in place, making every thrust even more intense. I finally reached my peak, then switched with Jose, who mounted her as I moved to her face, letting her clean me off and prepare me for the next round.

It was a dance of connection, of shared pleasure and intimate exploration. The three of us moved seamlessly, each finding our place in this journey. Chelsea’s excitement and pleasure were at the forefront of everything, her desires unfolding naturally, confidently. We took our time, savoring each moment, each release, allowing her to fully embrace this new experience.

By the end, Chelsea lay back, her body relaxed, a satisfied glow on her face. Jose thanked me, his appreciation genuine, and as I packed up and left, I felt a sense of fulfillment, knowing I had been part of something truly memorable for them. It was more than just a massage—it was an awakening, a chance for Chelsea to explore her sensuality in a safe, comfortable space. A night in Vegas they’d never forget.

A few days later, I received a text from Jose. “Chelsea really enjoyed her first experience,” he said with a grin. “Thanks for being real cool.”

His words left a lasting impression, a reminder of the connection we had created and the trust they had placed in me. It was an honor to be part of their journey and witness Chelsea’s transformation, her inner confidence brought to life.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, meant for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real-life events is purely coincidental.

Antonio and Olivia lay naked on the soft earth, a blanket of leaves and moss cushioning their spent bodies. The cool night air sent shivers down their sweat-glistened skin, but the fire they had built still crackled nearby, its warm glow illuminating the passionate scene. They had made love with an intensity that reflected the wildness of their secluded woodland retreat. The surrounding trees loomed like silent witnesses, guarding their secret desires. Little did they know, someone had been watching them, unseen, from the shadows.

As they lay entwined, their breath steadying, they heard a twig snap nearby. Startled, they jerked upright, their eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. The fire's flickering light cast dancing shadows on the surrounding trees, adding to the mystery of the moment.

"Who's there?" Antonio called out, his deep voice echoing through the woods. He reached for a fallen branch, ready to use it as a makeshift weapon if needed.

A figure stepped forward, emerging from the darkness. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his face partially concealed by a wide-brimmed hat. The firelight revealed a man with a chiseled jaw, his eyes glinting with an enigmatic mixture of power and desire. He wore a long dark coat, its fabric shimmering in the firelight, and exuded an air of confidence and control.

"Forgive the intrusion," the stranger said, his voice smooth and deep. "I couldn't help but observe your passionate display. It was a sight to behold."

Antonio and Olivia exchanged uncertain glances, their hearts racing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. This stranger had been watching them, but his manner and appearance were intriguing, to say the least.

"Who are you?" Olivia asked, her voice steady despite her pounding heart. She pulled the sheet closer to her body, covering her nakedness, but not before the stranger noticed her lush curves and the glistening evidence of their recent lovemaking.

The man doffed his hat, revealing a head of silver-tinged hair. "I apologize for my lack of manners. The name's Rex, and I'm what you might call an observer of human nature, especially when it comes to matters of the flesh." He took a step forward, his eyes roving over the couple with a mix of appreciation and authority. "And I must say, your union is a masterpiece of carnal harmony."

Antonio stood, straightening to his full height, his athletic frame exuding a protectiveness over Olivia. "We appreciate the compliment, but how long have you been watching us?"

Rex smiled, a flash of white teeth in the firelight. "Long enough to know that you two are not your average lovers. There's a spark between you, a flame that demands fuel. And I, my friends, can provide the kindling to ignite your wildest fantasies."

"What is it that you propose, Rex?" Olivia asked, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and boldness. She pulled the sheet tighter around her, her eyes never leaving the stranger's face.

Rex took another step forward, his boots crunching on the fallen leaves. "I am the curator of an exclusive club, a sanctuary for those who yearn to explore the boundaries of pleasure and power. It is a world where fantasies become reality and where the lines between pain and pleasure are exquisitely blurred."

Antonio's brow furrowed, his curiosity piqued. "A BDSM club, you mean?"

Rex inclined his head, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Indeed, Antonio. I sense that you are no stranger to the world of dominance and submission. Am I correct?"

"You could say that," Antonio replied, his voice steady. "We're always open to new experiences. But what makes you think we'd be interested in your club?"

Rex's gaze intensified, as if seeing straight into their souls. "Because, my friends, there is a hunger in your eyes that begs to be fed. A craving for something more, something that will push the boundaries of what you thought possible. And I can offer you exactly that."

Olivia felt her breath quicken as she imagined the possibilities. This man, with his air of authority and knowledge of their secret desires, was offering them an opportunity to explore their wilder sides without judgment. It was an offer that was becoming harder to refuse.

"What would be expected of us?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper.

Rex took a slow, deliberate step forward, his eyes never leaving Olivia's. "A willingness to surrender to the experience. To embrace the unknown and trust in my expertise. I will guide you through a journey of sensual exploration, where your limits will be tested and your pleasures will be heightened beyond your wildest dreams."

"And what of you, Rex?" Antonio asked, his voice low. "What is your role in all of this?"

A slow, sinister smile spread across Rex's face, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I am a dominator, a master of the craft. I guide, I teach, I control. It is my duty to ensure that my guests experience the full spectrum of sensations that my club has to offer."

Olivia bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that what they were considering was risky, but the thought of surrendering control to this enigmatic man was intoxicating.

"How do we know we can trust you?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of caution and desire. "What if we were to say yes?"

Rex took a step closer, his presence filling the space between them. With a smooth, deliberate movement, he reached into his coat and produced a black silk blindfold. "The first step is to surrender your sight. To embrace the unknown and let go of control. Only then can the journey truly begin."

Antonio and Olivia shared a loaded glance, the fire reflecting in their eyes. They knew that accepting Rex's proposition meant stepping into a world of unknown pleasures and potential dangers. But the prospect of exploring their deepest, darkest fantasies was too tempting to resist.

Antonio took the blindfold from Rex's outstretched hand and turned to Olivia, his eyes searching hers for confirmation. "Are you sure about this, my love? It's a lot to take in."

Olivia's heart was racing, but her desire to experience the forbidden was strong. She nodded, her eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and tre. "I'm sure. We've always wanted to push our boundaries, and this feels like the right kind of crazy."

Antonio smiled, his eyes filling with a mixture of love and lust. "Then let's take the leap together. As always, my love."

With gentle hands, Antonio tied the blindfold over Olivia's eyes, obscuring her vision and heightening her other senses. She felt the night air on her skin, the crackling fire's warmth, and the comforting touch of Antonio's hands. The scent of pine needles and earth filled her lungs, making her feel alive and attuned to the sensual world around her.

Rex's voice, deep and commanding, cut through the night. "Excellent. Now, follow the sound of my voice. Take my hand and trust that I will guide you safely through this journey."

Olivia reached out, her hand finding Rex's strong, calloused one. She felt his steady pull as he guided her forward, Antonio walking closely by her side. They moved through the woods, the sounds of the night surrounding them—the rustle of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, and the crackle of their dying fire fading behind them.

After what felt like an eternity, Rex brought them to a halt. "We are almost there. Just a few more steps and a new world will open up before you."

Antonio and Olivia could sense a change in their surroundings. The air grew cooler, and the sound of their footsteps echoed off unseen walls. They felt the weight of a building surrounding them, a sanctuary of secrets and forbidden pleasures.

"Remove your blindfolds," Rex commanded, his voice echoing in the enclosed space.

With trembling fingers, Olivia untied the knot, letting the silk blindfold fall away. Her eyes blinked against the soft light that filled the room. They stood in a grand foyer, the walls adorned with lush velvet threads and the floor patterned with intricate marble tiles. The space exuded opulence and an air of mysterious decadence.

"Welcome," Rex said, spreading his arms wide, "to La Masquerade."

As Antonio and Olivia stepped further into the decadent world of La Masquerade, they soon discovered that Rex had introduced them to more than just a private club for sexual exploration. La Masquerade, with its opulent furnishings and masked patrons, was a high-stakes gambling den, where erotic pleasures and risky wagers went hand in hand. The thrill of the game permeated the air, along with the heady scent of desire and temptation.

"Welcome, my friends, to the true heart of La Masquerade," Rex purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Here, we indulge in a different kind of pleasure—one that blends the excitement of chance with the eculation of the flesh. Are you ready to play?"

Antonio and Olivia exchanged a glance, their eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. They had always been adventurous in their sexual pursuits, but this was uncharted territory. The prospect of combining their passion with the unknown variables of gambling was simultaneously thrilling and unnerving.

"Of course, we're ready," Antonio replied, his deep voice steady despite the rapid thumping of his heart. "We didn't come here to back down from a challenge."

Rex's eyes gleamed with approval behind his Venetian mask, its gold and black swirl design contrasting with his pale skin. "Excellent. Let the games begin!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "But first, a little initiation to get you warmed up."

The mysterious host produced a small wooden box, its surface intricately carved with erotic scenes. "Inside this box are a series of challenges," he explained. "You will each take turns drawing a challenge and fulfilling it to the best of your abilities. Think of it as a sensual icebreaker."

Antonio and Olivia approached the box, their curiosity piqued. Antonio went first, reaching into the box and pulling out a small scroll tied with a silk ribbon. He untied the ribbon and unfurled the scroll, his eyes widening at its contents.

"Oh, this should be interesting," Rex murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Antonio cleared his throat, his gaze locking with Olivia's. "It says here that I have to pleasure you orally, Olivia, but with a little twist," he explained. "I have to keep going until you've had three consecutive orgasms without any breaks in between."

Olivia's breath hitched as a rush of anticipation washed over her. She had always been a highly orgasmic woman, and the idea of Antonio's skilled mouth delivering her to such heights was incredibly arousing.

"Well then, Antonio, I suggest you get down on your knees and show your lady just what that talented tongue can do," Rex instructed, a note of command in his tone.

Antonio didn't need to be told twice. He eagerly dropped to his knees in front of Olivia, gently pushing her thighs apart to grant him access to her most intimate place. He gazed up at her, his dark eyes smoldering with desire, and then lowered his mouth to her moistening core.

His tongue traced slow, lazy circles around her clitoris, eliciting a soft moan from Olivia. He teased her, building anticipation, before plunging his tongue deep inside her, tasting her essence. His fingers found her sensitive bud and began to stroke and circle in perfect synchrony with the movements of his tongue.

Olivia's head fell back, her black curls spilling over her shoulders as she surrendered to the pleasure. Antonio was a master of oral pleasure, and his knowledge of her body and its responses was evident in every touch and flick of his tongue. Her breath quickened as the first orgasm built within her, a coiling tension that threatened to snap at any moment.

Just as she was on the brink, Antonio changed tactics, sucking her clit gently between his lips and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. The change in stimulation was expertly timed, sending her spiraling over the edge. Her back arched, her hands grasping at the air as the first wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Without pausing, Antonio continued his relentless assault, using his tongue and fingers to keep her teetering on the edge. Her second orgasm built swiftly, a tidal wave of sensation that swept through her, making her cry out loudly. Her thighs clenched around Antonio's head, her hips bucking uncontrollably as her body shook with the force of her release.

There was no respite, however, as Antonio showed no signs of stopping. His tongue danced over her sensitive flesh, coaxing her back to the brink once more. Olivia's eyes rolled back in her head as her body succumbed to the relentless pleasure. Her third orgasm exploded through her, an intense, mind-shattering experience that left her trembling and boneless.

Antonio finally lifted his mouth from her drenched pussy, a satisfied smile on his face. He stood, pulling Olivia into his arms, her legs still weak from the intense experience.

"Impressive," Rex commented, clapping slowly. "A truly magnificent display of oral mastery. Now, shall we see what challenge Olivia has in store?"

Olivia, still reeling from the aftermath of her orgasms, approached the box with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She selected a scroll, her heart racing as she unrolled it.

"Antonio," she said, her voice laced with anticipation. "This challenge requires you to fuck me... but with a condition. You have to make me cum with just the tip of your cock—no thrusting, just the tip."

A devilish smile spread across Antonio's face as he stepped forward, his eyes darkening with desire. His cock, already semi-hard from the earlier display, sprang to full attention at the prospect of the challenge.

"A test of control and precision," Rex remarked, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue. "Antonio, you may begin."

Antonio positioned himself at Olivia's entrance, the tip of his thick cock teasing her wet, swollen folds. Slowly, he penetrated just the barest inch, causing Olivia to gasp at the sensation. He rocked his hips gently, using just the tip to massage her sensitive inner walls.

Olivia moaned, her breath coming in short gasps as Antonio skillfully applied pressure to all the right places. He swirled his hips in slow, controlled circles, skillfully avoiding the temptation to thrust deeper. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. entele sight of Antonio's athletic frame above her, his brown skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, his black hair falling over his forehead as he concentrated on the task at hand.

"Fuck... Antonio... I'm... so close," she panted, her body tensing as the coils of pleasure tightened within her.

With a final, precise movement, Antonio angled his cock just so, rubbing the sensitive head against her sweet spot. Olivia's back arched off the bed, her hands grasping at the sheets as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around the tip of his cock, milking it as her body shook with the force of her release.

Antonio held himself still, his breathing ragged as he maintained his control, allowing Olivia to ride out her orgasm.

"Remarkable," Rex whispered, clearly impressed. "A true testament to your self-control, Antonio."

As Olivia lay catching her breath, her body still buzzing with pleasure, she realized that these challenges were not just about sexual satisfaction. They were a test of their ability to work together, to understand and respond to each other's needs. It was an entirely new way of experiencing their sexual connection, and she was eager for more.

"Now, my friends, it's time to introduce you to the real games that take place here at La Masquerade," Rex said, his voice laced with anticipation. "Follow me, and I will show you how we blend pleasure and wagering in the most exquisite ways."

Rex led them deeper into the heart of the club, past masked figures engaging in acts of erotic abandon. They passed a couple involved in a game of strip poker, the woman's breasts already bared, her nipples tightening with every lost hand. In another room, a man and woman were engaged in a dice game, taking turns rolling the dice and performing the associated sexual act on their partner with each throw.

"Here at La Masquerade, we specialize in wagers that blend chance and erotic delights," Rex explained as they walked. "Patrons gamble with their bodies, their desires, and their abilities to bring pleasure. The rewards are exquisite, but so are the risks."

Antonio and Olivia shared a charged glance, their curiosity and arousal building with every step. What awaited them in the chambers of this exclusive club would forever change their perception of pleasure, pain, and the delicate interplay between power and submission...

(My dom requested I share this story. I will not answer any dms but I will answer any questions or messages in this forum.....)

Maybe I wake up an hour before you. I grab your work outfit and put it on my side of the bed so you wake up to your clothes ready for you. I'm wearing my cuffs and collar, the small jingle of my tag that says "mine" echos in the home.

I start the coffee and I'm mixing eggs, firing up the stove. Some sort of cat is at my feet begging for food. Maybe it's my cat. Maybe it's your cat. Either way I need to make food for them, and I do just that. They leave me alone once their nose is buried in some chicken flavored food and I'm able to go back to your food.

I put your eggs on a plate and pour a cup of coffee before grabbing your cigs as well. I walk back into the room and place your plate of eggs on the stand next to you, along with your cigs and coffee. I kneel on the floor on your side of the bed and keep my gaze lowered as I wait for your alarm goes off. I'm a little early today so I'm there for 10 minutes before it goes off. I hear you stir and I breathe you in as you slowly get up.

"Good morning, pet," I hear your tired voice mumble. You rest a hand on my head to pet me while your other hand goes to your coffee to take sip. A small moan escapes you before you look down to me. "You know what to do, good girl," you chuckle. You're already naked with morning wood throbbing at the sight of me.

"Yes, daddy," I breathe before scooting closer to you and I wrap my lips around your cock, gently sucking. Goose bumps and nerves run through my body when I feel your fingers gently dig into my hair. Are you being gentle? Or is it the calm before the storm? I shudder but stay focused as I start to slowly bob my head up and down, choking every now and again. My wet noises makes your pre escape your cock as I swallow that down. Each time I accidentally gag, it only gets to you more, wakes you up. And then you can't be gentle anymore.

You stand up and grip my hair hard, forcing a whimpered squeak out of me before you start to face fuck me, forcing your cock down my throat. I gag and sputter, struggling under your hand but I do my best to keep my hands on my thighs even though I want to fight you. I want to push against your hips. I want to rip your hand out of my hair. But my want to be owned by you outweighs all of that. I want to make you happy, I want to serve you, I want to suffer for you. So my hands remain on my thighs as I take it, I take your cock and the hair tugging. I moan and cry out on your cock, squeaking and crying, tears starting to trail down my face.

My body can't take it anymore. I rest a hand on your knee, trying to cope as you continue to choke and fuck my throat with that thick cock. You raise an eye brow as I look up, my tear filled eyes begging you. But instead you just spit on my cheek as you continue to fuck my throat. I gently grip your knee, moaning and whimpering which finally makes you cum deep down my throat.

"Ohhhh ya. Mmm. You're a filthy whore, aren't you dirty girl?" You grunt and moan out, releasing in my mouth. I nod and swallow every drop, wanting to wipe away your spit but again...my need to sub is too great.

You pull from my mouth, stroking your cock. I thought you were done but two more ropes of cum coat my face. I blush and lower my head from the shock of the first rope but you grip my hair and force head back to give me the second rope. Fuck.

We're both panting in our own way and you slap my face, getting a wet sound from your spit and cum. I lower my head.

"Thank you, daddy," I softly say.

"Again," you sternly say and I look up at you through my tears that blend with your cum and spit on my face.

"Thank you, daddy," i say louder. You slap my face with your half hard cock.

"Good girl," you say before going to the shower without another word. I stay there on my knees. Waiting for you. My eyes to the ground as I try to gather myself from my crying. I leave everything on my face. You come out and grab your clothes from the bed, silently dressing. The sound of your belt tickles my ears and my body finds itself getting turned on again. I remain still when I hear your zipper, wishing I could take your belt but I shake it off.

"I left your tasks and times for the day in my top dresser drawer. Be a good girl and send pictures before and after each task is complete," you state.

"Yes, daddy. Thank you, daddy," I say. You nod and swiftly walk out. I remain on my knees until I hear the front door slam, your car turn on, and the fade of your engine in the distance. I hesitantly get up from my knees and walk to your dresser, opening the drawer with a list of paper in it. Some things in the day are the same, like doing dishes first thing in the morning. But other things seem to be different day to day. I wonder what tasks you've given me, daddy....

Two days later, I was back in my hiding place, watching as Beth pushed Jake to lie on his back and climbed on top of him. They had already been going for a minute, but this time, Beth knew I was here. She knew I was watching.

Slowly, she turned to straddle him, but faced toward the closet and away from him. The blanket was pulled up over Jake’s legs, stopping right where Beth straddled him. She blocked him almost entirely from my view. It was like Jake wasn’t there at all.

She lowered herself on his cock, a smile spreading on her lips as she sighed. Her head tipped back, her long hair cascading down behind her, her chest thrust out, giving me an absurdly good view of her breasts.

When she brought her head back up and let her eyes open again, they were hooded and drunk with lust. She lifted herself up and nearly completely off his cock before she sank back down. I could see Jake’s hands now, grasping her hips, his fingertips digging in to her flesh.

I was trying to hold off from touching myself, hoping I would get another private show, but god she was turning me on already.

She repeated her movement. “Fuck,” Jake said behind her, “that’s it baby.”

Her hands trailed up to her breasts. Looking right toward me, she slowly circled her nipples, caressed the undersides of her breasts, pushed them together.

I slid my hand down the front of my gym shorts and squeezed.

Leaving one hand at her breast, she slid the other between her legs, stimulating her clitorus as she continued to ride him steadily.

She moaned. “This is so hot. You want me so bad,” she said breathily. “I want you too.”

I couldn’t be sure if she was talking to me or Jake, but I thought it was me. Then again, Jake must have thought the same, because he replied.

“Yes, baby. Take what you need,” his voice was gruff as he thrust up into her, still clenching her hips.

Leaning back on her hands, she placed her feet under her hips, her knees bent up next to her, keeping her legs spread wide. I could see where his cock was buried in her. I could see the wet, bright pink flush of her pussy. It was too much. I started pumping my cock.

This had to be it. I couldn’t imagine she was planning on showing me more after this.

She rode him faster now, bouncing on top of him, letting her head fall back again. Her hair was probably brushing against his chest. I wondered how it smelled.

Jake slid his hands up from her hips and cupped her tits, massaging them, pinching at her nipples.

Picking her head back up, she looked toward the closet with the same foggy gaze, her lips parted as she panted and moaned. After a few seconds, Jake’s pace started to stutter, and his moans increased in volume. With a couple more firm pumps, he was done. He’d reached his peak. And from the look of despair on her face, she had not.

Jake’s body went slack, all of the tension gone from him. His arms fell away from her and landed splayed out on the bed.

“Wow,” he said, panting. “That was one of our best I think. Damn.”

This fuck. I thought.

He grabbed her waist and tipped her off of him, getting up to remove his condom and throw it in the trash. He leaned back over the bed to kiss her quickly and then left the room.

Beth lay on the bed, her body uncovered, staring at the ceiling. When I heard Jake turn the shower on, I opened the closet door and rushed to her. I didn’t know what I was doing exactly, but as I moved toward her, she sat up, grabbed handfuls of my sweatshirt, and pulled my mouth toward hers.

It felt like we just… melted together. My body settled over hers without thinking, my tongue slipping into her mouth, finally tasting her, finally feeling her under my hands. Her nails scraped in my hair.

More.

I sat up for a moment to take off my sweatshirt and T-shirt. When I leaned down on top of her again, I felt all of her flushed, soft skin press into me, and I whimpered.

She rolled us over so that she was on top, flipping her hair out of her face, and she rocked her hips over the bulge in my shorts.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please, god, make me come.”

I sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist, as I leaned over to riffle through Jake’s bedside table for his condoms. With one in hand, I laid back and fumbled with it, my fingers shaking. Beth snatched it from my hands and tore it open. Scooting back, she pulled my shorts down to my knees and rolled on the condom.

My eyes practically rolled back in my head. I was already so fucking turned on. If I couldn’t get her there, I’d have to move. Change my name. Go into witness protection.

Before my fear could get the best of me, she notched the head of my cock into her opening. 

Then sank onto me.

Her pussy clenched, and she sighed.

Fuck. It was good. It was so good.

I slid my hand up her thigh, brushed a thumb over her pussy, and pressed it into her clit. Her back arched.

“Fuck. Yes.” She cried in time with the rocking of her hips.

I flipped us back over, struggling a bit with my shorts around my knees, but managed to maneuver so that I was on top and could set the pace.

I kept my thumb on her clit, circling, and leaned down to catch one of her sweet nipples in my mouth. God her tits were perfect. I licked around the curves of them, kissed at her nipples, gently nibbled their hard peaks with my teeth.

It was almost difficult to keep her where I wanted her, she squirmed so much. 

And fuck, she was so wet. I could feel it dripping down on my balls.

Pulling me close, she locked her legs around my lower back and pulled me in hard, her arms wrapping around my neck.

“Yes,” she whimpered, her breathing quick. “Please,” she begged, “Shit. Please!” Her head lifted briefly off the pillow and slammed back into it, frustrated, right at the edge. 

Keeping my pace exactly the same, I shifted my touch on her clit, and pinched it between my thumb and pointer finger.

She cried out. Her whole body curled into mine as she convulsed at the power of her orgasm. Biting into my shoulder, she rolled her hips, dragging her climax out as long as possible.

My arms shook as they held my weight. I did it, I thought. I made it.

With a new wave of confidence, I started pounding her harder, faster, worried only about my own release now. I slipped an arm under her thigh, using my hand to press it up next to her rib cage and opening her up more for me to drive in deeper.

She released her bite, and I pushed myself up a bit and to look down at my cock sliding in and out of her, and then I couldn’t fight it any longer. My hips stuttered and pressed into her hard. I kept thrusting, firm, deep, until my legs shook and I was spent.

I collapsed onto her for a moment, trying to catch my breath and wrap my mind around what just happened.

“Okay,” I could hear the smile in her voice, “we might have to do that again.”

I laughed, relieved that she felt that way too.

I rolled to my side, shifting my weight off her, and leaned in close, “Just tell me when and where,” I said and gave her a soft kiss. “But not now, because I have to get out of here before I get my ass kicked.” She giggled and pulled a sheet up over her naked body.

Quickly, I scooped up my discarded clothing and hurried back to my room before Jake finished his shower.

All characters 18+, consenting and enjoying themselves, this is all part of a scene/play setting. Since it’s the month of Halloween I thought I’d write a more graphic scene. As such please be warned this part may not be for all audiences.

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Four days.

Four days had passed since Amanda and her unnamed black friend had sodomised him. Four days since his asshole’s virginity was stolen and all of his pretty holes were defiled for Amanda’s sexual gratification. As Simon ate his bowl of cereal he could still taste phantom mouthfuls of the warm thick, near chunky cum. It smelt awful and tasted even worse, Simon suspicious the man purposely made his loads taste foul, how he did so, Simon couldn’t say.

Gagging now, he pushed his bowl of cereal away across the countertop. Simon had to readjust often on the chair, his anus still sore and not quite back to normal. His lips and mouth felt tender and bruised, puffy almost. Each time he blinked he saw flashes of his previous play times; Amanda’s degradation and Carly’s ball beating savagery.

Mentally, Simon was beyond aroused, sexually stimulated further than he had ever thought possible, yet his body showed little signs of his mental pleasure. His loose and creased boxer shorts showed no sign of a bulge on account of his trapped cock, his slimy semen filled cage stick and gross. His balls had recovered and returned to their normal size although the colour was still unnatural, the purplish welts slightly raised and extremely tender even now.

Shaking his head to remove the lingering semen soaked thoughts, Simon reached out for his soggy cereal and began eating once more, trying harder to focus on the masturbation images of Amanda in his mind or the smile of Carly as she wailed on his pathetic balls. Despite his best efforts as he brought a spoonful to his mouth, the images were bookended with visages of his humiliation, his manhood destroyed and never to be recovered.

He knew he was a slave now, unable to turn back the clock to his former life but with each passing mouthful Simon gulped down both cereal and worry; how much farther would they push his limits…how far would they go?

Leaning hard into the bench he heard the soft pitter-patter of Carly’s feet coming down the stairs and entering the kitchen. She walked over to the cupboard and reached up high, her short pyjama top exposing her tight stomach and deep v-cuts. Carly was as athletic as they come, Simon watched her silently as she awkwardly reached for a box of cereal just out of reach, her booty popping and jiggling as she bounced on her heels to reach it.

“Little help?” Carly called, Simon got up from his chair and walked over, reaching high with both hands to steadily secure the box.

As he did so, Carly rapped a quick backhand into his exposed ballsack, the boxers barely protecting them. The thud was loud and visceral. His sore, welt covered nuts couldn’t handle even a firm gust of breeze in their current state let alone a hard smack from Goddess Carly.

Unable to endure the pain Simon fumbled to the floor bringing the cereal down atop him, the inside bag spilling chocolate pieces all across his sprawled out body and the tiled floor. Clutching his nuts and with squinted eyes he tried to push the pain away but he was too weak; both mentally and physically to fight it.

He felt Carly sit on his upper chest, her cunt separated from him by a thin piece of expensive pink fabric. Panting and feeling his dick firming in his cage, ready to explode, he blinked his wet eyes open to see Carly studying him.

“Jackie‘s not gonna like that.” Carly said sourly

“Like what?” Simon asked puzzled, his balls aching, his panting breaths lifting Carly up and down as his chest rose.

“You — being unable to take a small hit like that. She plays very rough. Very, very rough. I think you should ask to reschedule.” Carly said, a steady, almost motherly tone in her voice.

“No way.” Simon said defiantly, his ego getting the better of him.

Momentarily forgetting his place as the submissive and slave to Goddess Carly he pushed her off of himself and raised up, standing over her for the first time, she looked good beneath him.

Smirking Carly stood up from the dirty, cereal covered floor also, staring up at Simon as she continued to speak; “I am trying to do you a favour. Just ask to be Amanda’s slave for the next week or so until you’re healed. You’ll thank me.”

“I have proved to both you and Goddess Amanda that I am willing. I am accepting. I only have to prove to Goddess Jackie that I can serve her, and then I’ll…” Simon said trailing off.

“You’ll what?” Carly prodded.

“I’ll be let out.” Simon answered, feeling satisfied with his candor.

Carly laughed, backing up and covering her mouth with glee. Practically kicking her feet in delight, her face growing redder and redder with each passing second she spat out;

“Is that what you think is at the end of this? Being released and given a nice long wank?”

“Maybe, if I’m a good boy.” Simon replied coyly, embarrassed at how the phrase made him feel. Calling himself good boy like a dog, like the dog he was.

“Simon—“ Carly began solemnly, “you may be my ballboxing partner, Amanda’s little clitty bitch but you’re about to be Jackie’s plaything…I hope you understand how serious she takes her play.”

“I do.” Simon said fully sure of himself, his hubris filled words stinging into Carly’s skin.

Seeing his phone light up on the breakfast bar he walked over to it, slightly limping, the nut shot not fully worn off. Picking it up the text was from Jackie with the all too familiar text;

“Time to play.”

Ironically, Carly offered to drive Simon to Jackie’s house. It was on the outskirts of town, a rather large block of land and a very small house. It looked more like a shack, the land surrounding it very woodland and not maintained by the local council. It felt odd out here, almost spooky…eerie. It wasn’t the emptiness or the isolation from others that made Simon’s skin crawl it was the complete and utter lack of noise; the silence so different from that of in town. The soundless expanse perked his ears up even more as he stepped out of Carly’s car, the motor still running.

“So…” Simon began, looking around the empty property before looking back down into the jostling car toward Carly; “any tips?”

“Yeah.” She began, shirting gears into drive. As she began to pull away and turn around the dirt road Simon heard her call

“Just remember it won’t last forever.”

Unsure if he heard her right Simon scratched his head and looked around, the sun blaring overhead. With no other houses in sight he made his way down the dirt road, kicking up stones and pebbles as he went toward the dilapidated looking house. Stepping up onto the porch he grabbed the rickety fly screen door and threw it open, knocking on the thicker door within.

Momentarily the door opened to reveal Jackie, a cigar hanging out of her mouth, her blonde hair up in a ponytail and her blue eyes staring deeply into his from beyond her thick glasses. Jackie had initially ignited his kink journey, her introduction so painful yet pleasurable. The way she squeezed and sucked him was something he had never experienced and would likely never have again with another. Jackie was a once in a lifetime type of girl, Simon thought as she stepped out onto the porch.

Dressed in big cowgirl boots, dirty blue jeans and a tight white top, Jackie took her cigar out of her mouth and blew it in Simon’s direction;

“Morning Darling.” She said.

“Good morning Goddess.”

Wrapping her hand around his shoulders, Simon tensed and shuddered almost automatically. Giggling Jackie patted his back supportively as she led him off the porch and toward the backside of the house, where the trees grew thicker. As the pair walked on Simon looked from right to left; no livestock or neighbours. No back alleys or cars, only forest on all angles. As they stepped over the metaphorical barrier from the grassy lands to the forest interior, Simon could faintly make out an obscured structure hidden deep in the tree line.

Puffing on her cigar all the while Jackie said nothing, her demeanour closed off and focused, Simon, now shivering like a leaf tried to steady and calm himself as they crunched on dry leaves towards the now fully in view structure. A large room, a camouflaged box plopped in the middle of massive trees. The door on the front adorned with more than three different locks; no windows, no alternative entrance or exit.

“As you can see from my house I am not all that concerned with material or aesthetic possessions. My hobby is where most if not all my money goes to.” Jackie said stepping toward the door, lowering her face to the locks, taking a necklace laced with keys from inside her tight white top, her fat ass pushed out as she tended to the security measures; Simon horny and scared beyond words.

As the final lock clicked open, Jackie grabbed Simon’s arm firmly with one hand and swung the door open with the other, shoving him inside with a hard and forceful push. Slamming the door closed behind her, a single fluorescent light flickered weakly on above him, illuminating the room.

Shocked Simon gasped and fell backward toward the door, bumping into the body of Jackie. Hanging from the ceiling were all manner of tools and toys; dildos, callipers, spreaders, bumblers, pliers & hammers.

The walls had soundproofing lazily nailed in, red and black wallpaper alongside matching carpet adorned the room as at the back of the room a large tarp covered box sat silently. In front of it, a dirty, custom gynaecologist chair was bolted into the floor, fitted with leather wrist and ankle restraints with a metal neck harness too.

To the left of it, was a surgeon’s table, the stainless steel stained with unnamed fluids that Simon couldn’t bare to look at, the tools on the table rusty and scary. Physically shivering and shaking, Jackie placed a comforting hand on Simon’s shoulder as she walked him slowly over to the chair, guiding him into place. Wasting no time she locked in his wrists and ankles quickly and tightly as Simon chuckled out a sheepish suggestion;

“Before we uhh, start, maybe we discuss our safeword?”

“Oh honey.” Jackie said, reaching into her pocket, taking out a surgical mask and placing it over her cute red lips. As she adjusted her glasses and stepped closer, like a doctor observing her unconscious patient she said coldly; “We don’t have one.”

Simon rustled and jostled in the chair, but the shackles were too tight, the bolted down seat not moving no matter how hard he rocked. Jackie surveyed the tools on her table and above her head. Before grabbing down a pair of pliers, surgical scissors and a hammer. Simon shook in his share violently and screamed, before Jackie smacked him hard across the face. The impact knocking him silent.

She walked to the front of the chair and knelt down between his legs, using the surgical scissors she cut away the sweat covered pants and boxers to reveal Simon’s bruised balls and caged cock. Taking the heavy blue balls into her hand she surveyed their weight and mumbled quietly to herself, Simon practically sweating bullets with every passing second.

“To get my subs, my slaves into the correct mind frame for my work, I have a few ideas how we’ll get you there.” Jackie said, her smile unseen but she words sounded different as if she were smirking from ear to ear.

Quickly she grabbed the pliers with one hand, with the other she pushed one of Simon’s nuts into the middle of the tool; clamping down hard the metallic device pushed his nut near flat, the sensation of pure pain causing Simon to scream wildly, the bruising appeared to spread, as likely blood vessels popped in the skin as Jackie applied devilish pressure to his right nut, nearly crushing it in her vice grip.

Simon flailed and cried out, but she persisted the pain constant and sharp, unable to be escaped from physically or via disassociation. She slightly tweaked her hold, pushing the pliers down further on the bollock, leaving majority of it exposed. Holding it firm with one hand, her knuckles pale white as she gripped it. With her other hand she reached for the hammer and raised it above the caught testicle. Like a booby trapped pyramid the hammer hovered in fiendish patience above the nut.

Simon looked up at Jackie, tears streaming down his cheeks, the pain beyond what he thought he could handle. But he preserved; for her.

“This usually is the one way ticket to sub space.” Jackie said bringing down the hammer on the captured testicle with a dismissive flick of her wrist. Like a meteor smacking into the earth, or a tidal wave eviscerating the shore, the hammer came down forcefully and powerful, decimating Simon’s nut.

The pain nearly knocked him to unconsciousness, barely held and kept awake by Jackie lightly smacking his cheek. Screaming and wailing in Terror, the pain unimaginable, Simon could barely bring himself to look down, feeling the tremendous pain he was sure, absolutely certain it was mangled and ruptured; destroyed beyond repair. Jackie forced his head down, pulling his eyes open to look down.

To his utmost and elated surprise it was still intact, albeit beyond swollen, the nut now the size of a small orange. Panting and breathing heavy, his heart rate accelerating to dangerous levels he felt Jackie grab ahold of his other testicle with the pliers, the grip much softer this time. Leaning next to his ear she slowly ramped up the pressure as she whispered;

“Shall we continue or do you think you need another help getting into subspace?”

“NO GODDESS!” Simon screamed practically cutting her off. “I am ready to receive your gifts. My body is yours to use.

“However I want?”

“However you want.”

She raised her eyebrows, her face contorting to that of a surprised smile, with a more loving voice she replied; “I’m glad to hear that.” Before bringing the hammer down on his other nut, the same fate befalling it as the other.

Stepping back Jackie watched as Simon writhed and screamed, taking her finely manicured hand and sliding it down between her tight body and her perfect fitted jeans. Watching as Simon cried and groaned, his ballsack one large lump of pain, she rubbed herself vigorously, throwing her masked head back as she moaned deeply, her sadistic urges only lightly placated. As quickly as she had began she stopped, giving Simon no respite.

Pulling the necklace from her shirt she fondled around for the correct key, flashing a silver hex key up at the crying Simon. The euphoric sound of the unlock rang out in his ears as he felt the sticky and slimy cage be pulled free, the puddles of precum and semen falling out in spotty patches as the cage was taken clean off, placed up on the surgeon table.

Immediately his dick grew back to full mast, unable to take the release and adrenaline backed endorphin rush, his dick spurted out a quick spurt of cum, spraying all over the red tape floor. A hands free, uncaged orgasm left him drooling, his head unable to be held up as the feeling of a semi-decent orgasm overtook him. He was beyond grateful to Jackie for releasing him. He smiled at her weakly, his dick still shooting a messy, off white, slightly discoloured cum shot.

“Did that feel good?” Jackie asked genuinely curious.

“Yes Goddess. Thank you Goddess.” Simon said, his words slurry with post orgasmic passion.

“well you know what helps trigger orgasms? Prostate simulation.” Jackie said excitedly, running her hands across toys and tools on the surgeon table.

“Please Goddess, my asshole cannot take it, Amanda had her Bull take care of me.” Simon pleaded, his dick still firm.

Jackie turned around to face Simon, holding a long and thin, polished metal rod, the ends finely sculpted to be perfectly round. As Simon’s eyes caught wind of it his expression dropped and he looked as though he had seen a ghost. Shaking his hands and feet he tried desperately to cover his genitalia, knowing full well what was about to happen.

“Darling I’m not in your ass to get your prostate, I’m going through your dickhole!”

Forcefully she grabbed Simon’s aching shaft. Her touch felt glorious and transcendent but the connotation scared him stiff. Scared beyond measure Jackie pushed the sounding rod into his dickhole, the cum shot from earlier acting as his only source of lube. His orange sized nuts and dick screamed out in furious and unending pain. With every passing millimetre that the rod descended Simon screamed and yelled a decibel louder, it only matched by Jackie’s wails of pure ecstasy.

“Oh fuck! That’s a good boy!” She said pushing the rod down further, Simon barely able to remain conscious, although to pass out would be a relief from the physical hell he was in.

“Just a little more” Jackie said, her free hand furiously undoing her jeans, to allow for a better angle to her sopping wet cunt. As the rod found depth, she stood back, dropped her pants, revealing a pair of Lacy underwear which were completely soaked through. Sitting back down she admired her handiwork, rubbing herself all the while.

With every passing groan, grunt and cry she rubbed and fondled, even taking a moment to slide a delicate finger in, her moans like harpy’s nails across Simon’s tortured body. He felt his dick throb, each throb jostling the rod ever so slightly, the pain ludicrously terrible.

“Do you know what’s down your cock right now?” Jackie said reaching under the chair for something.

“A…a rod.” Simon said carefully, trying not to pant too hard lest he disturb the rod.

“What kind of rod.” Jackie pressed, still softly rubbing her puffy clit.

“A sounding rod.” Simon replied.

“What’s it made out of?” Jackie said, looking over her glasses frames inquisitively.

“Metal.” Simon answered, proud of himself for powering through this far.

“And what is metal?” Jackie asked coyly.

“I don’t know.” Simon replied, his brain way too scrambled and soaking in pain to think even remotely critically.

Taking off her surgical mask Jackie smiled brightly at Simon before quickly attaching something to the rod, a clasp of some kind.

“It’s a good conductor.”

Suddenly, Simon felt an otherworldly pain, the kind that tensed his entire body and felt like it fried his soul. A quick second of electricity through the rod had felt like a timeless void; the pain everlasting. His entire being felt pushed out of his body, as if he was no merely observing his punishments rather than receiving them. Another jolt came and another, his eyes fluttering between consciousness and sleep, he watched as Jackie began practically fist fucking herself, her entire hand inside herself as she rubbed with the other. The site before her sending her over the edge time and again in quick succession her moans and shrieks of euphoric joy nearly timed with the rhythmic “zzzzap” sound of the electric battery.

Simon spasmed, unable to cry out, his vocal cords tired and worn and his tears all but dried out. As the jolts continued so too did the relentless torrent of Jackie’s orgasms. Only once they had stopped for good did she casually flick off the machine, the sounding rod still within his pulsating cock.

Fried, broken and beaten, Simon drooled into his shoulder, his head leant to the right, his body no longer fighting against his restraints. As he may motionless Jackie removed her cum covered hands, her juices covering the better part of her arms and most of the floor. Panting heavily she stood up, wiping a thick line of sweat from her forehead, her shirt soaked with her drool and wet hands as she wiped them against it.

Pulling up her jeans she rebuttoned them and adjusted her hair, leaving not even a strand out of place. Turning her attention back to Simon she grabbed his dick and yanked the rod out, a satisfying gurgle of cum came bubbling up the shaft, spewing down his dick weakly. Tossing the rod onto her table she reached up to the hanging Instruments, grabbing down a ball gag.

Placing it in his mouth, she clasped it on tightly. At the very same time she removed his arm and ankle harnesses, although he was no longer in a fighting mood. Limply she pulled him from the chair and helped him down the room toward the tarp covered box at the end of the room.

“Now darling, I know that seemed like a lot for your first time. But I knew you were one of the stronger ones.” Jackie said ripping up the tarp with her free hand to reveal a human sized metal cage affixed to both the wall and ground; inside it a naked man with a gimp mask obscuring his eyes, ears and mouth was pressed up against the wall, shaking softly.

With her free hand she undid the lock, the key still inside it, and pushed a limp and defeated Simon in. The pair of Jackie’s sex slaves barely able to fit in together. Re-locking the cage Jackie blew them a kiss before kneeling down to be at Simon’s eye level. Unsure if he was or could hear her she spoke softly;

“You’re my favourite Simon. Benny here was fun weren’t you Benny? We’d play with knives, razors, needles heck even surgery play! But I think somewhere along the way he went into subspace and never came back out. He was my favourite toy until you came along!”

Jackie stood up and threw the tarp back over them, her cowgirl boots smacking against the floor as she walked to the large door they entered what felt like hours before.

“So I’m just gonna text the girlies, have a shower, grab a bite. I can’t wait to tell them how happy I am about my new toy. I’ll have to call dibs on you, my little drool bunny.” She said as she slowly pushed the heavy door closed.

As the darkness set in and the locks clanged Simon heard her yell from the stifling darkness;

“I can’t wait to play again!”

Thanks for reading. If you liked my more horror inspired post/part please let me know. I’d love to hear feedback and suggestions. Thanks again for reading, means a lot.

All Parts

Back to present day

Tammy hears the back door open and close. She smiles as she turns the corner to a smiling Kelli.

Kelli looks at her, “You’ll have fun with him. At least I think you will.”

“He’s verified?”

“Yep. I can't wait to watch him be clay in your hands. And I've got a dick to suck at work.”

“You know you have to tell me about it.” Says Tammy, already a little excited. As much as it was fun to watch it happen in front of her, she really enjoyed when Kelli would tell her all. And Kelli enjoyed the same with her.

“Couch or bed?”

“Well, I actually have another question first before you retell.” Says Tammy, changing the subject for a bit. “What if… what if we started recording ourselves and putting it online? Or, at least recording myself?”

“My boss would be ready to fire me.” Says Kelli as Tammy is ready to retort until Kelli interrupts, “Except he would lose privileges of being your little lap dog. And his cheating would probably come to light. So, we will probably be safe. And HR has my back in case some stupid guy thinks he can use me. Expect that cute intern, he definitely can. And the guy at HR that is decent looking and I can pay in blowjobs.”

“Mmm… Kevin. He at least has his uses. Even if he's a little small and doesn't quite last that long.”

“Yep.”

Tammy looks at Kelli biting her lower lip. “Well, how about we record ourselves then? You telling the story always gets us to start fucking ourselves.”

“Sounds good to me. Bed or couch?”

Tammy walks to a bag that Kelli notices is new, out she pulls a professional camera and a tripod. She already knew what the answer would be to her inquiry. “Hmm… the couch kind of sets the mood a bit more. Like a casual chat.”

“Fuck. I’m already wet thinking of the cocks cumming to us fucking each other.”

Tammy smiles. “I knew you’d love it Mommy, you do love being a good little slut for them to stroke themselves to.”

Kelli smiles as she walks over to the couch. “Clothes on or off?” She asks before arriving.

“On, make this a casual chat that goes wild.”

“They will love the little stain on my leggings.” Kelli says as she sits down, she flashes the stain as Tammy can imagine it as a mix of Kelli’s and the interns cum.

“Let's hide that for a bit.”

“Okay.”

Tammy turns the camera on and sets it up. She then pulls out a recording device so that they have even better audio.

“Oh fuck, this is going to be a whole production.”

“Of course.”

Tammy sets the recorder down and hides it so the camera doesn't see it. She focuses the camera then sets it to auto focus. “At least my ex was able to teach me a couple things about cameras.”

“The one you dumped right before me?”

Tammy grabs the recording device and plays back the audio. “The one you dumped right before me?”

“Yep, and that seems to work so I'll have it recording in 3, 2, 1.”

Kelli smiles as Tammy hides it again as she hops over to the couch and then smiles.

Tammy and Kelli look at each other a bit. An awkwardness of being recorded fills the air. Tammy takes a breath and starts. “Seems like you enjoyed your date?”

“Was it obvious enough?” Says Kelli as she opens her legs for the camera to see the stain.

“God, you fucking little slut. You do have to tell me all.”

“Well, I got there a few minutes early and I'm sure you can guess who was already there.”

“How early was he?”

“He said like 10 mins, but I could tell it was more like 30. Like a cute little puppy.” Kelli says.

“You usually don't like those puppies.”

“Well, he’s cute, and without actually fucking him, how would I know. Maybe I could make him enjoy degrading me and using me as a toy. But anyway. We talk about the route and almost 80% into the whole loop, that's when he points to a part and says he knows just the place I was looking for. So I patted his ass and got to jogging. He quickly had to catch up but turns out he was a runner in college so it wasn't an issue.

“Oh. A runner. So good stamina. But the strength part.”

“I know. But it seems he had started to put on some. His arms were enough to push me around. But that's in the future.”

Tammy reaches down and slides a finger inside her sweats. The camera catching her hand inside messing about her pussy. Kelli watching, “Tammy, you fucking horny bitch. Already?”

“I just love how my Mommy gets men all over her.”

“Stupid horny cunt.” Kelli chuckles. “Anyways. As we run along, I ask him about if he jerked himself off to the pic I sent yesterday. He blushes all cute before denying it. That's when I looked at him and called bullshit. And how having him jerking to it was hot as fuck.”

The camera watches as through the cloth, Tammy’s finger slides inside. “Mmm…”

Kelli smiles as she looks at her little girlfriend already enjoying her story. “He asks about the relationship and I tell him how it really works. Two little sluts that fuck all the cocks they want to. Then I tell him about how he can be verified. Letting him fuck both of us when he wants. But he does need to prove himself. I even let him in on some juicy details about you and a certain guy.”

“Oh, you telling on that cheating bastard.”

“You love it.”

“No… keep going.”

Kelly chuckles as she touches Tammy’s thigh. “Anyway, we get to the spot and once in the woods, there's a little opening that is perfect for a couple or a few to do some fun in the woods. So I look at him and say this.”

Tammy smiles, already knowing what Kelli said with a cutie that she wants to dick her down.

“Look sir, if you want more of me, I need to be used. If it helps to imagine it, I'm just a toy.”

“God, if I was a guy, I would think that was consent enough.”

“Well, he looked a little sheepish. I got out of my clothes as I then got on my knees. The grass being nice and soft, should suck more dicks outside.”

“Mommy.” say Tammy trying to keep Kelli focused instead of going off on a tangent.

“You really do want to hear all about it.”

“Of course. I’m dripping.”

Kelli smiles. “You could take your pants off.”

“Only if you do too.”

“I thought I had complete control over your dress.”

“But Mommy, I want to see your juicy pussy.”

“Fine.” The two girls laugh as pants fall off and the camera can now see in detail Kelli’s leaking pussy and Tammy touching herself. Kelli soon does the same as she brings some cum to her lips to taste.

“Anyway. Where was I.”

“On your knees.”

“Yes. Well I reach out and help him out of his pants and there's his cock. Maybe a little taller than average. Certainly nothing that would make me wet instantly besides there just being a cock and you know I love cock.”

“You love it so much I wish I had one.”

Backstory – We met on a cruise ship and have had a wicked affair for the last 6 months. She’s very married and I am not. Our sexual chemistry is off the charts. I send her “stories” like this fantasize about our next encounter or to document our last. She'll often call me masturbating while reading them out loud. She has this unusual jealousy streak when I talk to other women, even when she’s with her husband at the time. I know exactly how she’ll react and it will be fireworks once we meet again. It's my 1^(st) Story… A few grammatical errors, but I hope y’all get the point and be gentle. I’ll publish other emails if the votes and comments are kind!

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He decided to make the trip to Miami in his car the day before the cruise. His car needed the exercise and it's really a bitch to fly from his home to Miami. Gotta connect somewhere it seems and at the end of the day, it takes about the same amount of time to get there from here.

She  and her husband checked in the day before and was eager to see him - aka boytoy. Their October trip did not work out, too many hoops to jump through and they did plan to see each other on the cruise ship for some much-needed skin time.

He stayed at the hotel next to hers, making sure there would be no chance of an unfortunate run in with her spouse. He rolled in about 1pm and checked in, taking his cooler to the pool waiting for her. Her plan was simple, break out the rum early and often, hope for the usual 7pm crash of her husband and run next door to see her boytoy. She needed him and she was not going to be denied. 

She checked whatsapp about 1:30pm and saw he had checked in and was lounging by the pool, watching the game on his iPad, waiting for her. Her heart raced... So close, but yet so far. Her plan was not working as of yet. Her husband overdid it the night before and was pacing himself today. His drinks were melting, the condensation of the glass from the ice left circle marks on the table, showing that there was work to be done. 

He was enjoying the December sun and getting caught up on reading the entire internet, waiting on her. Hydration was more important than consumption. They flirted back and forth, she had to be careful not to get caught on her phone, whereas he did not have a care in the world, just time to burn. About 5pm she sent an update that her husband was wide awake and they were headed for supper at the Roadhouse next door. The sun was starting to set as it does this time of year. It would be dark about 5:45pm, give or take. The pool was getting a little more crowded with pre-cruise tourists. He had sat briefly in the hot tub, the warm jets helped soothe the stiffness from the drive, but only aggravated his physical reaction. His cock was semi hard and he knew there would be a little bulge, even in the modest swim shorts he wore, but there were not too many people around them, so no harm, no foul. 

He went to the room at sunset and freshened up. A quick shower and as he washed his cock and balls, he was back in a semi hard state, thinking about how much he needed to be inside her and how much he needed that hot, tight wet pussy.  He dried off and put on a simple white t-shirt, UA golf shorts and a Titleist hat. His "uniform" these days. He sent her a chat and waited. It took her a few minutes to reply and she sent a frown emoji. He asked where they were sitting because he was hungry and needed something to eat. They both agreed that the patio bar would be the best option for him and he wandered that way. 

She saw him walk directly to the bar and sat down, facing the parking lot so as not to be seen. Her smile turned into a little pout as she wondered why he has to look so damn cute? There were quite a few empty seats and her pussy tingled at the thought of having a "Dick on Demand" all week on the cruise ship. She had not had sex in a year before she met him and they basically fuck for hours at a time when they meet. Because she would be with her husband the entire cruise, she would have to find an excuse to get free for an hour or so throughout the day. The term ‘Dick on Demand” was created. 

She had masturbated to so many porn videos with those suction dildos - they could stick on shower walls, tables, floors or anywhere else you could imagine. Dick on Demand. He was going to be just that for her. She was going to fuck him at least 4 times a day - whenever she wanted some cock, his tongue or needed a wicked release. Now her clit started to pulse. She felt her engorged nub press against her panties and became flushed, her cheeks red and her pulse racing again. 

The drinking plan was starting to work, but it was not going to be 7pm, probably closer to 9pm, based on previous experiences. She asked the bartenders to bring him doubles when he had to use the restroom, slipping them a tip in advance.  

She saw her boytoy get up and move over a seat to allow 3 women to sit together beside him. Women? Really? She quickly texted him and reminded him to be good, and that she would see him about 9pm. He missed the text as he was chatting with his new friends at the bar and was watching the Sunday night football game. He replied about 15 minutes later and said no worries. She was upset at the delay. How could we wait 15 minutes to reply? Bastard. 

It took forever to get her back to her room and tuck in her spouse, who finally succumbed to the rums about 9:15pm. Her boytoy was still at the bar, waiting for the signal to go back to his room. She sent the text at 9:30pm and he replied immediately, pick me up on the way over, I'm just chilling with some locals… 

Locals? Really? She was ready to spank him and spank him good. That SOB is really going to get it. Her pulse was racing, her jealousy and passion were making her pussy wetter and wetter by the moment. 

"What is up with this guy and LOCALS?" she hissed to herself. 

She walked in behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, the bourbon in her veins ready to pounce. She went to give him a piece of her mind when he kissed her. "Y'all, THIS is who I have been waiting for. Thanks for the conversation ladies and have a wonderful night". He took his lover by the hand and smiled. "I've missed you" and kissed her again.

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 She only could escape for an hour and winced as her boytoy fucked her pussy harder than ever. 

His teeth probably left a mark when he chewed on her nipples like a wild animal a few minutes earlier... Her pussy was happy as she tried to suffocate him while sitting on his face, his wicked tongue alternating on her hard clit, pussy and asshole as soon as she walked in the room and was thrown on the bed, fire in his eyes as he stripped her naked... 

"The rest of the week may be Dick on Demand... But right now, it's “Pussy on Demand" he said with purpose as he spanked her ass, leaving a hand-print. 

He tried to hold out, but couldn't. He thought about shooting it on her ass, face or tits... But there is something wicked about sending her back to her room and her drunken husband with a cream pie as he exploded inside her, 2 weeks of cum built up for this moment.

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She could feel their juices leak as she limped back to her room. Nipples raw, pussy puffed out from that pounding and her clit twice her normal size. 

"Dick on Demand" she thought but maybe she really meant being his "Pussy on Demand". 

Payback was going to be rough and she looked at her fresh manicure wondering how deep she should leave some scratch marks on his back tomorrow as she went to her lonely side of the bed. 

 "Deep enough to mark my territory with the fucking locals" she thought as she fell asleep, pussy still twitching, cream pie dripping at the thought of 5 more wicked days left with her boytoy on the cruise ship… With her husband not even realizing he was being cucked.

Disclaimer: This story is intended to portray a relationship between two consenting adults who are in no way related. All imagery or terms that imply otherwise are purely fictional for kink purposes. Reader discretion advised.

Part 3:

Tonight you’re expecting daddy. He’s come into your room the last two nights and now you’re waiting for him. You feel yourself getting wet just from thinking about him, you want to be ready for daddy when he comes into your room. It’s getting late and you start to think he might not come to your room tonight. Waiting for Daddy seems like the right thing to do but your eyes are getting heavy and you start to yawn. Just as you turn over and close your eyes, you feel yourself fall asleep slowly and you’re out.

Later in the night you’re rustled awake by the feeling of your covers being pulled down. You rub your eyes as you look up and see Daddy standing over your bed. Daddy whispers to you “Sorry I’m late princess, I had to wait for mommy to go to sleep so I could come play.”

You feel daddy putting his hands under the covers touching your little body. Every time he touches you it feels wrong but it also feels so good. Daddy knows how to touch a woman, Daddy treats you like a woman. After a minute of touching you under the covers he pulls them all the way off and looks down at you wearing one of his tee shirts to bed, you look so small in his big tee shirt. Your body tingles as his hands run up and down your chest and sides slowly lifting off your tee shirt, you’re wearing nothing underneath.

You know what to do, you open your legs wide as Daddy gets on top of you. He pulls his tee shirt off over his head and slides his boxers down letting his cock out. You can see just the outline of it slightly moving and throbbing in the dark. You feel yourself being pulled down the bed by your hips, Daddy’s hands grab you so tightly you feel so weak and fragile. Next you feel your knees being lifted up and the next thing you know your legs are resting on Daddy’s shoulders.

Your princess parts start to quiver when his tip first touches you. He felt so big in your mouth last night you have no idea how he’s going to fit inside you. You hold your breath and wait. He reaches down grabbing his shaft, moving his tip up and down between your lips to get it wet and slippery. After it’s all wet and slippery from you, he finally starts to press it in.

You feel his tip open your lips and start to stretch your little princess parts. With a surprised gasp you close your eyes again hoping daddy will be gentle. Unfortunately your hopes are wrong as the next thing you feel is Daddy’s hand covering your mouth to keep you quiet.

Daddy slams his hips forward forcing the whole shaft into you at once. It stretches and almost rips your tiny princess parts as you breathes heavily out your nose and cry into daddy’s hand covering your mouth. Tears start to form in your eyes as you feel him pushing inside. Trying to make noise and begging him to be gentile is useless, he won’t be able to hear you with his hand on your mouth and even if he could hear you he’s going to do what he wants.

After you’ve almost gotten used to it being inside you, you feel him pull his hips back and then slam forward again into you even harder. Now the tears starting to form in your eyes have developed into crying, running down your cheek. Daddy notices your crying and keeps his hand pressed on your mouth as he whispers to you “be quiet and take it like a big girl.”

Trying to do as you’re told you sniffle and hold back tears. He keeps moving his hips back and forth, pulling back and then slamming into you again and again. Daddy’s long hard shaft is stretching and opening your princess parts more than they’ve ever been. Before you could maybe put one or two of your little fingers inside but now Daddy has his whole cock in there. You can’t tell if it feels good or hurts so you moan and cry at the same time into daddy’s hand.

He’s getting faster, pumping his hips back and forth quicker and slamming into you deeper every time. You feel the throbbing from his cock on your walls. You start to get this nice warm feeling deep in your tummy even though it hurts. The faster he goes the more it starts to feel tingly. Your legs go numb and your brain goes fuzzy like the static on a television set with no signal. Your toes curling and your muscles starting to contract.

The last thing you hear before your orgasm is Daddy breathing heavily and letting out a deep long moan. Daddy’s cock starts to pump his load deep inside your hole. You feel it shooting inside and coating your walls with warm thick sticky cum. Feeling the sensation of his cum filling you up and gushing around inside you sends you over the edge. Your walls begin to contract and spasm around him inside you. Your princess parts hurt from stretching and getting used but at the same time it feels so amazing.

After you feel the last contraction in your hips and daddy’s last throb inside you, daddy finally takes his hand away from your mouth letting you catch your breath. You’re breathing heavily and so is daddy. Smiling from ear to ear, just glad to make daddy happy even though it hurt a little. “You took that load like such a good girl princess.” Daddy says looking down at you while wiping the tears from your cheek.

Slowly Daddy pulls out as it starts to get soft again and you feel some of his load spill out and run down the outside of your princess parts. Daddy smiles and laughs saying “Oops, I wasn’t supposed to do that inside you but it felt too good to pull out babygirl.” You’re glad he didn’t pull out, you’re happy to take his load inside and you secretly hope daddy might’ve gotten you pregnant. You want to be bred by daddy, it’s what you’re good for, it’s what you were made for.

Daddy leans down and kisses your forehead as he pulls his boxers back up. He hands you your stuffie and pulls the covers up over you tucking you back into bed. You hear the door close and footsteps away from your room as you close your eyes. You still feel Daddy’s load deep inside you as you slowly drift back to sleep.

My husband and I have recently decided that maybe we should spice things up abit in the bedroom.
We've never had a 'bad' or 'boring' sex life, but in the grand scheme of things, maybe abit vanilla?

We've never really been overly adventurous, the odd vibrator here and there and some car sex - but other than that, we never really explored too much.

This decision came after reading an erotic short story online and it really got my juices flowing. About things i never even thought i would be into! Like bdsm and sharing. I like some light bondage but reading about being tied up in a number of exposing positions, forced to orgasm over and over... fuck, it just ignited something in me.

Me and my husband have great communication and can typically approach any conversation with an open mind. I wanted to share this with him, I didnt know how he'd take the idea of sharing me, so i floated it in a very blasé way. I started to tell him about the story I read, about how I know he likes bondage but what if we stepped it up a notch 👀

His eyes widened, "go on..." he said. I explained that instead of the typical blindfold and handcuffs, why not try a more extreme type of bondage. Where my legs are spread and my arms are above my head, in a way that I cannot move. I just have to sit and take it. He liked the sound of it, he was getting hard just talking about it.

"I'll be honest babe-" I started, "I just want to be treated like a toy. I want you to use me for your own pleasure."

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that." He growled in my ear.

"There was something else I read too - I'm not sure how you'd feel about it but start as you mean to go on right?..."

"okay-" he said, a tone of worry in his voice.

"So, in this short story, it wasn't just that the character was tied up and teased, edged to the brink... she was also shared." I glanced at him and then looked away, as if I didn't say what i just said.

A moment of silence filled the room, I eagerly looked up at him, a little scared of what he would think.

"Babe, I-I can't even tell you, how fucking hot that is."

I was flabbergasted. He was on board?! Fuck, I was getting wet at the thought of him enjoying watching me being ravished and used like a total and complete whore.

He looked at me, with pure lust in his eyes. "Do you want to make it happen?"

"Thats, an option? All of it?" I whispered.

"Leave it with me."

He got up and walked away, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Strangely, I thought he was going to take me there and then, we were getting hot and heavy discussing this wild fantasy that was soon to become reality. Glad he didnt make a move being completely honest, I made the decision in that moment, that if he could pull this off, we wouldnt fuck until then.

5 HOURS LATER...

He'd been off on his phone and laptop for a while, until he came in the room looking very pleased with himself. "Sorted babe, in 2 days - you can have your fantasy. It's all been arranged."

"WHAT?!" I was excited, nervous, worried - I had no say in the matter and I am a total control freak, so my mind was going crazy with questions.

"Dont worry babe, I've got it all planned out, you're going to love it. I'll even ease your mind abit and tell you the location I've booked 👀". He gave me 'the look'.

"You didnt-"

"I DID!" he screamed.

There was a hotel ive been joking about booking for a while - it has a sex room 😈. Im talking ropes, sex swings, tables and boards with leather straps.

I knew this was the real deal. We went online later that night and picked out a bunch of toys together, strokers, rabbits, dildos, lube, wands, u name it, we bought it. We played a little as we talked about it and browsed different sites. It had the potential to get real hot and heavy, but both agreed to hold off until the big night - it was only 2 nights away and lets be real, post-nut clarity could have derailed the whole thing.

THE BIG NIGHT...

The day was here. God I was like a kid at christmas, I didnt sleep all night. We had to sleep seperatley as we were both so horny in anticipation. I had all my prep done, nails, toes, wax - the lot. My husband couldnt keep his hands off my smooth skin in bed, feeling my soft silky legs, he knew i had the pussy to match. So he slept on the sofa and I had the bed.

We got ready for our evening together - packing our bag, making sure we packed all our new toys, lube and lingerie. We set out for the apartment. I had on, black stilettos, stockings and a tight basque that gave me the tiniest waist, whilst perfectly enhancing every curve of my body. From my wide hips to perky, juicy breasts. Atop this, I simply wore a long black trench coat.
I'd thought about getting ready once we were there, but something told me to come prepared. As we pulled up to the apartment, we gave eachother a look of 'I cannot wait to fuck you', before exiting the vehicle and making our way into the apartment.

56493 - my husband entered the code and in we went. The apartment was stunning, penthouse, marble flooring and floor to ceiling windows. We left our bags at the door as we explored. One room had a red door... I knew what that meant. I couldnt control my excitement anymore and I eagerly burst through the door. It was like BDSM heaven. There was a big board in the shape of an X - with hand restraints at the top and leg restraints at the bottom. There was a big pole with a universal attachment, where you could attach your own dildo. A table, again with both hand and leg restraints, a sex swing and so much more! There was even a hot tub in one of the other rooms.

This is exactly, what I wanted. Although there was no one else here, I wasn't too disheartened that he hadn't followed through with the sharing part of the fantasy as i ultimatley understood, the kink in reality, was probably more than my husband could bare.

"Babe, its exactly what I wanted." I kissed him deeply, letting out a sign. He passionately kissed me back, slowly untying my coat and letting it fall open, exposing my perfect body held together in the sexiest lingerie set.

We'd been married for almost 6years and yet, this was giving me goosebumps. He brushed my hair off the shoulder of my coat, and slowly slipped it over my shoulder, allowing the whole coat to fall to the floor. He looked down at my cleavage, licked his lips and flashed a little smile. He came and stood behind me, he held my wrists together behind my back with one hand, and used the other to brush the hair away from my neck, before softly kissing me from the back of my ear to the nape of my neck. He reached around and unclipped the straps on my basque. My heaving tits came popping out as the straps fell down exposing my perfect breasts and erect nipples.

He used his fingers to play with my nipples, whilst continuing to nibble at my neck. My pussy was getting so wet. I could feel my clit throbbing. I tried to loose my hands from his grip so i could tend to my starving pussy with my fingers but he gripped my wrists tighter and told me "I dont think so. Get on your knees" He whispered softly in my ear.

I did as I was told. I mean, I didnt have a choice. My knees nearly buckled just hearing the words.

I dropped to my knees, my pussy wet and tits still exposed. "Put this on." As the words left my husbands lips, i felt him slip on a satin blindfold.

I felt something against my face. "open your mouth like a good girl," ... fuckkk I was so horny, this was so hot. I couldnt wait to devour my husbands throbbing cock. "Yes daddy" I said as I opened my mouth. This deliciously rock hard cock entered my mouth, until it hit the back of my throat. I could taste his precum as it slid down my throat. "Im gonna fuck your little whore mouth, thats what you want isnt it. You want me to fuck you til you cant breathe dont you my little whore wife."

He thrust in and out of my mouth until I was choking on his huge cock. He was being so vocal! So much more than usual, his moans, his groans, fuck it was so hot I felt like i could almost cum without even being touched!

His pace slowed, "good girl, there we go. Keep that up and you may just get rewarded. Now take off your blindfold."
Again, I did as I was told. I slid the blindfold off my head and OMG. We were no longer the only ones in the room. 3 muscluar, 6ft+ men, were stood surrounding us. Me still on my knees and my husbands cock out infront of my face, there were these gorgeous men, naked, cocks in hand, stroking ferociously at the sight of me sucking off my husband.

"Surprise baby. I had first dibs on your mouth, now they get to ravish every other hole you have, and im going to watch."

I was shocked, I was nervous and most of all, I was horny as fuck. All i knew at that time, is that I wanted as many of these cocks in me at the same time as I possibly could.

My husband went and took a seat in what looked like the throne of the room. He sat, naked, with his hard cock in his hand, slowly stroking. I stood as these 3 built men came towards me. One was white, one was black and one was filipino - they were all fucking beautiful and well hung. One grabbed my tit and started licking around my nipple, another started stroking my pussy "fuck shes dripping!" he gasped as he put his hand straight between my thighs. The last, stood there for abit, admiring the sight, before saying "get her over here now". He pointed to the table with leather straps and some sort of suspender handing from the ceilling.

They walked me over to this table, ripped my lingerie off me until i was naked and just stood in heels, a cock in each hand as they stripped me down.
I lay down on the table ready to be spread and stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey. One put the restraint on my hands, another did the one around my waist and the last secured my feet into these restraints that were hanging from the ceiling. I was strapped to a table on my back arms above my head, legs spread and hung from the ceiling - almost like i was on all fours, except lying on my back.

My husband then walked over to us, carrying some of our toy purchases. Man number 1 - white guy, he started sucking my tits, stroking his cock, he let my tits fill his mouth and he sucked like he was drinking straight from my soul. Man number 2 - filipino guy, he started licking my exposed asshole, stroking his cock in rhythm to his licks. Then man number 3 - black guy, came and stood above me "open wide slut" - I opened my mouth and he shoved his BBC straight in. he was thrusting in and out, before leaning forward. I could feel his hands running up my thigh, feeling my juices. He circled my clit with his thumb, before moving downwards and putting his middle and ring fingers, deep inside my pussy. "urgghhhhhh" I groaned. He was groping the inside of my pussy like he was digging for change, it felt so fucking good, my legs started shaking. My husband, all the while watching, was stroking his cock, drooling at the sight, precum leaking from the head of his throbbing cock. He walked over and took out the wand. He tapped the filipino guy out and took his spot. He set it to a medium vibration and placed it on my clit with the black guys fingers still digging inside my pussy. 'Ahhhhgghhhh' I knew it was coming, my legs were shaking uncontrollably and my hips started bucking FUCKKK, I was cumming so hard. BBC still in my mouth, he began to thrust harder.

"Finish on her tits!" my husband demanded. The guy who was worshipping my tits moved out the way and BBC cummed all over my big juicy tits. The load was massive, thick, creamy, white cum drenched my tits and stomach. As he had stroked the last drop of cum from his big black cock, he came over and cleaned me up!! He licked his cum off me, passionately sucking on my nipples every chance he got. He came over, gripped my throat and spat it in my mouth. This drove my husband crazy, I could see him edging his throbbing boner because he didnt want to cum just yet...

Part 2 cumming soon 💦

Antonio and Olivia had always been adventurous in the bedroom, but as the years went on, they felt the need to explore their wilder sexual fantasies. Their marriage was built on a foundation of trust and a deep, passionate love for each other, so they knew that this journey would only bring them closer.

One weekend, they packed their bags and headed to a secluded cabin in the woods. The location was perfect; surrounded by dense forest, it offered them privacy and the promise of exciting, outdoor trysts.

As they settled into the cabin, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, their desire heightened by the anticipation of what was to come. They explored every inch of the space, their fingers trailing over one another's bodies as they moved, already imagining the scenes they would act out.

The following morning, they set out to discover the area, hiking hand-in-hand through the woods. The fresh air and sunlight filtering through the trees only added to their excitement. They soon stumbled upon a hidden gem; a small, secluded pond, surrounded by tall trees and a thick undergrowth of ferns and bushes. The water was clear and inviting, and the sound of insects and birds created a natural, erotic soundtrack.

Without a word, they began to undress each other, their lips meeting in passionate kisses as they did so. Antonio's hands roamed over Olivia's curvy frame, his breath quickening as he revealed her soft, creamy skin. He cupped her round bottom, squeezing it firmly as he pulled her towards him, their bodies pressing together urgently.

Olivia moaned into his mouth, her hands already working to free his thick, hard cock from the confines of his pants. She stroked him slowly, enjoying the feel of his length in her hand, before dropping to her knees in front of him. She took him in her mouth, her eyes closing in pleasure as she tasted him, her tongue swirling around the head of his dick.

Antonio groaned, his hands tangling in her long, curly hair as she took him deeper, her mouth hot and wet around him. He could feel her enthusiasm, her need matching his own, and it only made him harder. He thrust his hips gently, fucking her mouth as her lips slid up and down his shaft.

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes watched from the shadows. Hidden behind a large tree, a stranger observed their passionate display, his breath quickening as he took in the sight before him. He couldn't tear his eyes away, his dick growing hard in his pants as he spied on the couple.

Olivia, her senses heightened, suddenly became aware of a presence nearby. She froze, her mouth still wrapped around Antonio's cock, her eyes flicking open to scan the surroundings. A wicked smile spread across her face as she realized someone was watching. Without missing a beat, she continued to suck and lick Antonio, her hands roaming over his body, but now she played to the audience, ensuring her movements were exaggerated and her moans a little louder.

Antonio, oblivious to the voyeur, groaned at the increased passion in Olivia's actions. He ran his hands down her back, over the curve of her ass, and then back up again, squeezing and kneading her flesh. He could feel her respond, her mouth working him even more feverishly, and he thrust his hips again, his cock sliding between her full lips.

The stranger, still hidden, adjusted his position, his cock straining against his zipper. He couldn't believe his luck, his eyes taking in every detail of the woman before him. He watched as she sucked and licked, her mouth working its magic, her hands roaming over Antonio's body. He stroked himself slowly, silently, enjoying the show, his breath coming in short gasps as he imagined it was his cock in her mouth.

Olivia, sensing their audience, decided to give the stranger a show he wouldn't forget. She drew back, letting Antonio's cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop. She stood, pressing her body against Antonio's, her hands reaching up to pull at his hair, her lips seeking his in a fierce, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues danced together, their breath coming in short, sharp pants as their passion escalated.

The watcher couldn't take his eyes off the couple. He drank in the sight of Olivia's curvy body pressed against Antonio's athletic frame. He saw her full breasts pressed against his chest, her round ass rubbing against his groin, and his cock twitched with longing. He bit his lip, his own hand moving faster on his length, his eyes glued to the erotic display.

Olivia then turned, pressing her back against Antonio's chest, her head falling back as he nibbled and kissed her neck. His hands found her breasts, squeezing and massaging them, his thumbs rubbing over her already hard nipples. She moaned, her eyes closing in pleasure, one hand reaching back to pull him closer, the other reaching down to stroke his cock once more.

The stranger's eyes widened as he watched her take Antonio's cock in her hand again, stroking it slowly, teasingly. He saw her lean forward slightly, offering her round ass to Antonio, and his breath caught in his throat as he realized what was about to happen. He stroked himself harder, his eyes fixed on the couple as Antonio positioned himself behind her.

Antonio teased her, rubbing the head of his cock against her wet pussy lips, enjoying the way she squirmed and the little whimpers she made. Then, with a firm thrust, he entered her, filling her up as she gasped and groaned, her head falling forward. He gripped her hips, his thumbs rubbing the sensitive skin of her hips as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet heat.

The voyeur felt his own orgasm building as he spied on the couple. He could almost feel the slick tightness of her pussy around his cock, and he quickened his strokes, his eyes taking in the way her body moved with Antonio's thrusts, the way her full breasts swayed with each movement. He bit his lip to stifle a groan as he watched Antonio fuck her from behind, his own balls tightening with the need to cum.

Olivia cried out, her head tossing back as Antonio hit her sweet spot. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing with pleasure. She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit fiercely as Antonio continued to thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

The stranger's control snapped as he watched Olivia finger herself, her breasts bouncing with the force of Antonio's thrusts. With a strangled groan, he came, his eyes screwed shut as he spilled his release onto the forest floor, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He leaned against the tree, his head spinning as he tried to catch his breath, his eyes still on the couple, now a little haze of post-orgasmic bliss clouding his vision.

Antonio felt Olivia's body tighten around him, and with a few more sharp thrusts, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot cum. He groaned, his head falling forward to rest on her shoulder as he tried to catch his breath, his arms wrapped tightly around her, still buried inside her.

The watcher, his own release spent, watched as they came down from their high, their movements slowing, their breathing beginning to steady. He felt a twinge of jealousy as he saw the way they held each other, but the feeling was fleeting, replaced by a sense of satisfaction at having witnessed such an intense, erotic encounter.

As Antonio and Olivia finally pulled apart, a sense of satisfaction and love washing over them, Antonio had no idea that their passionate interlude had been witnessed, and that, somewhere in the woods, a stranger lay sated. Olivia, had a secret smile on her face, knowing that a stranger had been watching, yet curiously wondering who it could have been.

Little did they know, their adventures had only just begun, and the stranger would play a part in their fantasy yet...

There's something extremely hot about getting into a married woman's panties. Stealing something and using it, even though it's not mine. Seeing my semen slowly ooze over the ring on her finger. Enjoying her pussy a lot more than her own husband.

And if there's a lonely wife with unfulfilled desires who'd do anything to be a mom for a third time before she runs out of time... Well, you can only imagine how the story ends.

Catherine hooked me at first glance.

I got my first job last year (at a local subsidiary of a multinational company providing efficiency improvement services for SMBs), and I met her on my first day. She was the marketing executive, I was a junior payroll accountant – quite an exciting pairing, isn't it?

– Hey, I'm Catherine! Nice to meet you, Joe! – Her hand felt warm and soft, but with a firm, experienced grip. And I loved her wedding ring! – I assume we'll be in quite a close connection, won't we?

– Yeah, I hope so.

She winked: – I'm sure.

"Let's take a closer look at you, Catherine..." – I said to myself. "A fourty-ish woman with a well paying job, in quite a high position, married, possibly with children – most likely two of them –, conservative but with style – according to that tight blouse stretching on her chest, her freshly ironed coat and the skirt covering her curvy thighs."

She was a hundred percent mom material with her black bob cut – and those glasses topped her classy appearance. She was short and round, with great proportions in the right places, I must say.

"Your husband must be a happy man" – I thought.

No wonder I show up quite often in her office ever since. I can't resist when it's just her and me, with the door locked, and she's sitting in her leather office chair, looking at me with the flames of seduction in her eyes which leave me no other chance but to give in.

I love it when she's playing that game.

"What's she going to do next?" – I ask myself.

"Tie her hair... as a hint? – 'Now I'm ready for you, boy. You can give it to me. Just try not to make a mess, okay?'

Unbotton her blouse...? Maybe. Just a bit. So I can see her cleavage she normally never shows.

Lift up her skirt...? I wonder what panties she's wearing today. Lacy black ones for sure. If only she pulled them aside... Nice and slowly... With her pink nails next to those black laces... Allowing me to see something I've been craving for so long...

There's no chance she shaves. I'm sure she doesn't. There must be a cute little bush hiding down there, perfectly trimmed – 'pussy for sale, due to underuse'."

I feel my pants suddenly get tighter on my lap.

I want her so bad.

I'm like a beast, a freaking animal waiting for the right moment, my time to hunt. It would take the slightest sign from her: a wave of her hand, a wink of her eye, a lick of her tongue, a smirk of her lips... Anything. I would jump. Immediately. In a heartbeat.

Toss her onto that desk.

Tear those clothes off her body.

Fuck her brains out, so her breasts jiggle, her butt slides back and forth on top of the fucking desk, with her legs helplessly swinging around my hips, until she sweats and drools and cries out...

I'm craving the warmth of her body, the warmth between her thighs only her husband has the permission to feel...

So far.

Alright, that's enough for the warm-up, let's jump right into the action.

Fast forward to last summer: team building get-together at a weekend house owned by the company, edge of town, lovely atmosphere – a perfect Friday afternoon, if you ask me.

She's sitting right next to me, wearing a peach colour floral summer dress – simple and modest, but insanely sexy –, and we're both sipping a quality merlot. She's pretty and cute, smiling all the time – she's just the same as always.

Except for one thing:

The wedding ring –

It's gone.

Anyway, we're chatting about basic stuff: her studies, work, free time – all the topics to come up while getting to know each other – I'm not getting any deeper into that, you know already.

So there's a lot of blah-blah-blah, basically.

But!

When it comes to her family... She talks for ages about her daughter – Lisa, who's ten – and her son – Adam, who's six.

But after that:

Silence.

I'm sitting there waiting for the rest of the story, but she stops. "It's all well and good, Catherine" – I tell myself – "but there's something going on.

It just doesn't smell right.

So tell me..."

– How about your husband? – I ask her.

– Oh, well... – she says, with a wave of her hand. – It's complicated.

"The exact answer I was expecting" – I think. – "And now I know the whole story. But let's get you talking a little more..." 'Cause it all starts to make sense to me – all the little things she does when I'm around: those winks, the way she blushes and drops things in embarrassment, her flirty comments, all her silly stuff... She treats me differently.

– No problem! – I say. – Just try to make it simple. I'd love to know.

– Why?

– 'Cause I see you're stressed out. Something's wrong, isn't it?

Silence.

Again.

She spits it out, eventually: – I think he's cheating on me.

"Bingo, my friends! I knew it!"

I glance at her finger: – Is that why you left your ring at home?

She shrugs: – Why not? – And is that a smirk in the corner of her mouth?

I nod. – Let me guess... Marriage getting cold, no idea what's wrong, then a girl in her twenties pops up, and – "snap!" – your hubby's gone.

– How did you know? – She gets a bit suspicious. – I mean, the girl's more like thirty-ish, but still...

– Just a guess. Typical for men after ten years of marriage or so.

– Thirteen, but whatever... It's not normal, though. Right?

– Sure it's not. – I lay my hand on her shoulder. – Don't blame yourself. I know it doesn't help much, but...

She sighs. – Thank you, Joe.

Hours pass by, the mood is quite good, and we both talk to other colleagues as well, but after a few glasses of wine we end up enjoying each other's company again.

– Would you like to see some pictures of my sweethearts?

– Of course! Show me!

She invites me closer, so I move as close to her as possible.

– Here... – She starts swiping on her phone.

– Oh, they're cute! – I point at the girl: – She's just like her mother!

– Yeah, she gets that a lot!

And she keeps on swiping and swiping, but oh god, am I looking at the pictures, of course not, 'cause what a fucking view I have from that angle, with my face next to hers!

"Oh my, I knew she was busty, but her curves are far beyond my expectations..."

Jesus Christ, she has quite the assets! Not so tight but still fresh, soft and mature – she was born to be a milf.

– Do you like them? – She knows. She knows goddamn well what she's doing. – How about this one? – She pushes her breasts together with her arms, making her cleavage even more appealing.

I have to fix my pants.

– God, it's so hot, isn't it? – she says after a while. She grabs the neckline of her dress and starts fanning herself.

Her skin is smooth and glossy from sweat. She's wearing a tiny necklace with a cross – "she's clean, she's sacred, she's forbidden, she's not yours to take!"

"Yes I'll take her."

"Yes I'll corrupt her."

"Yes I'll treat her with filth."

She galnces at me with a giggle. "Do you like it? Do you like me?" – she thinks. She smirks and sticks out her tongue a little.

She loosens her dress a bit, so I can see her bra under the peachy silk from up there, and dear lord, it can barely contain her breasts – they're begging to finally burst out of there – "flap!" – and be free, like they were meant to be.

And she's doing it without being noticed by anyone other than me. She gets a look or two, but nothing else.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you Catherine: an expert in marketing, a hotshot in seduction!"

And this is the point where shit really gets exciting...

– We need more glasses! – That's a familiar voice: it's Janet, head of HR and payroll, a.k.a. my boss. – Could anyone bring some?

– On my way! – I say. – They're in the kitchen, right?

– Yeah, in the kitchen. And hey... Here. – She hands me a trayful of dirty glasses. – Would you mind cleaning these?

– Um... Sure! No problem!

– I'll help him! – A voice behind me tweets. You'd never guess who it is... – I'll do the cleaning, he brings the glasses.

– Great! – Janet says. – Well, that's the kind of team spirit we need here! Your leader must be a lucky one!

We all laugh.

So... Catherine and I head to the kitchen, and I know where you think this whole thing is going, and I have to tell you that you're absolutely fucking right.

We don't talk for a minute or two.

– You're so silent – she says while washing the glasses. – Will you stay like that for the whole time?

I chuckle. – I've got so many questions, Catherine.

– I know. – That smirk on her face... "And I've got all the answers you need – you just have to ask the right questions..."

So I do.

– What is it about me? Why me?

She shrugs.

– Come on!

– I've been so lonely lately... – And the following sigh is so deep it tells the whole story itself. – And you are... well, not the only one who pays attention to me, it's more about your... aura, I guess? I find you extremely sympathetic. You're young, vital, you seem happy as well, most of the time – you're everything I need in my life right now.

– Oh, really? In what sense?

– In any sense, to be honest – she giggles. "God, it's so absurd!" – she must think. – But mostly...

– Yeah? – I step close to her.

She runs her eyes over me, from tip to toe. That bite on her lip – it says it all. – I want you to make me feel like a woman, Joe. In every possible way.

– In every possible way...?

Her wide open brown eyes are gorgeous as I stare into them. I see her cute little nose flare in excitement. She nods while still looking into my eyes. – Yes, Joe. Whatever it takes.

– So... – I put my hands on the counter, so she can't move. The sponge suddenly falls out of her wet and foamy hands and lands on the floor. – Where should we start? – I ask her.

She looks up at me.

Her breath feels warm on my chest.

She giggles again: – Well, definitely not right here.

– Why not? – I'm getting a bit carried away... Okay, not just a bit. And the softness of her waist under my palms only fuel my fire.

– Oh, Joe! What are you... – But it's too damn late for her to complain, she finds herself up on the countertop in a second. – What are you doing? – she laughs. She enjoys it.

I pant into her neck: – What did you say you wanted me to do?

– Joe, it's not... – She gasps. – It's not the right place and time for this... You know that.

I look straight into her eyes. – I know. Just say it. Again.

– Joe, come on...

– I have to hear it one more time.

– Alright. – She takes a deep breath. – I want you to treat me like a fucking woman, Joe, I want you to respect me, I want you to love me tenderly, I want you to fuck me mercielessly, I want you to give me everything my asshole husband fails to give me.

And I'm just standing there.

It's so fucking hard to contain myself, 'cause I could fuck the living hell out of her, so that her dress slips off her shoulders, revealing her breasts under the bra as I shove my cock deep inside her and her body twitches, she moans helplessly, with the both of us taking the risk of being caught by someone.

But I don't do that.

"Not this time."

I just nod. – "Deal." – And I step back.

She gets off the counter and looks at me with... Love. Hesitation. A bit of fear, too.

Her lips are shining invitingly as she gently licks them – "Will you be the one for me? Please..."

I lick mine as well – "Yes I will."

We kiss, and that's all we get from each other that day: just a taste, a lick of each others body, a bite of temptation's heavenly fruit – sweet and luscious, instinctual and forbidden.

– Better leave that ring on next time – I tell her with a wink.

– Oh, should I? – "You naughty boy!" – she thinks to herself. – It excites you, doesn't it?

– It'd be so fucking hot.

She winks back: – I'll think about it.

She cleans the glasses, I bring them outside, we all chat and have fun for the rest of the afternoon, then people start to head home one by one – including Catherine and I.

I get home late in the evening, and I can't stop thinking of her. "I imagine she's laying in her bed, in a thin white nightrobe barely covering her body – her thighs are naked, her breasts are bulging untouched on her chest" – I fantasize as my hands slowly slide under my pants. – "And maybe she's touching herself, too. I can almost see her pink nails sliding down that lovely little bush, caressing her swollen, itching clit, and maybe she pulls the silk off her breasts – it's such a shame I can't touch them, I can't bury my fingers deep into her soft curves! But oh god, her pussy – it must be the best part, so wet and warm, and I can't resist her, I can't take it anymore..."

I come in about twenty seconds. My pants are soaked and sticky, and that certain smell is lingering all around the room, but fuck it, I don't care. One of my quickest wanks – one of my biggest loads.

"Man, I have to train for my first time with her" – I tell myself... But I have time for that.

I fall asleep quickly.

– Joe –

The wind was bitterly cold, and I wrapped my long coat around me as someone from inside the restaurant held the door open.

“Thank you! It’s fucking freezing!”

As we checked in for our reservation, my friend said to me with a grin, “You might want to stop swearing at strangers. You probably don’t even know you’re doing it!”

I laughed. “I don’t! Fuck. I’m a mess.”

As we walked to our table, I could feel eyes on me. I knew I looked great. My skirt and  shirt hugged my body and the colors complemented my skin and hair. My shoes made my legs look long and toned. I smelled luxurious.

Our table was on the edge of the mezzanine, with a view over the whole restaurant. As soon as I hung my coat over my seat, I got a text.

"Where are you?"

A puzzled look settled on my face. It was a guy I'd worked with at my old job. I didn’t see him much then, and I hadn’t seen him for months, maybe over a year.

"Why?" I texted back.

"I like your skirt," he wrote. I immediately scanned the tables, and halfway through the room, I saw him. He was at a long table by the door, in a seat facing me.

I laughed and gave him the finger from across the room. "Creep," I texted.

"Who’s the guy?" He asked.

"Ha! Jealous? Don’t worry, he’s gay."

"Great for me. Want to hang out later?"

My heart started racing. I remembered a very boozy holiday after party with him, a  group of us playing Truth or Dare and Never Have I Ever. Extremely unprofessional, but extremely fun.

"Sure. Where?"

I watched him read it. He looked up at me with wide eyes. Someone at his table saw him looking and followed his line of vision up to me, then punched him playfully in the arm.

"There’s a good wine bar right by my place. We could walk from here." Then, another message right after. "Might as well be bold, right?"

I glanced down at him with a smile as the waitress arrived at our table. I wanted to make him wait.

Throughout dinner, I snuck looks at him. When his table got their checks, I texted back. "Send the name of it. I’ll head there when we’re done. Wait for me. And if you thumbs up this message, I’m not coming."

I saw him laugh, and he sent me the address.

***

I wrapped my coat around me in front of the restaurant and hugged my friend goodbye.

“Have fun tonight,” he said with a smirk.

“What does that mean?” I asked, amused.

“I saw you looking at your phone all through dinner! I hope they make you cum, whoever they are.” He smiled and squeezed my arm.

I laughed. “Ha! Me too.”

I turned and walked towards the address in the text. It was close, and I walked fast in the cold.

The bar was busy, and it took me a minute to find him. He was sitting on a two seater sofa in the corner by the window.

He stood up when I got near him. “I watched you walk in. You look beautiful.”

I reached out for a hug and held it longer than I would with someone who was just a friend. I leaned in, my mouth right by his ear. “You really want to have a drink, or do you just wanna go to your place?”

He put his hand on the side of my face and raised his eyebrows, smiling. “I want to have a drink.”

“Ha! Fine. To make sure I didn't become a weirdo?” I let go of him and moved back, taking off my coat. “Champagne or prosecco or cava. Anything dry and bubbly.”

He headed off to get the drinks, and I perched on the edge of the sofa as I looked around the bar. Very buttoned up. Couples and groups of friends, all speaking low enough that I could hear soft music playing. I caught some eyes looking my way.

He came back with the drinks and sat next to me, and I sat up straighter, pressing my chest out. Wide-eyed, I asked, “Do you like my shirt?” It was sheer all over, my bra visible underneath.

“You’re barely wearing a shirt.” He reached out with his free hand and ran it across the back of my arm, ending with a squeeze. “I couldn’t stop starting at you all through dinner. It’s like they put you right in front of me on purpose.”

I cocked my shoulder and leaned back on my elbow on the arm of the sofa. “I’m trying to make you regret saying you wanted a drink.”

“Well, maybe I’ll have two then. Because that's kind of what a weirdo would say.” He laughed, and let go of my arm. He ran his hand along my side, pulling his palm down my leg.

I kept my head straight forward but looked down at his hand with my eyes. “Who said you could touch me?”

“You don’t want me to touch you in public?”

“I’m fine with PDA, I just want you to earn it.”

“How do I earn it?”

“Just be fucking charming,” I laughed.

As we talked, I remembered how much I’d liked him when we worked together. He was funny, and he didn’t let me get away with being too bratty. He bantered back and forth with me, and we had the same references and interests.

He finished his drink and put the glass on the table. “Another one?” He asked, with a smirk.

“Absolutely fucking not,” I said, feigning shock. “I would've stayed at the restaurant if I wanted to get drunk tonight!”

“Yeah,” he ran his hand up and down my thigh again, moving his body closer to me this time. “I don’t want to get drunk tonight, either.” He paused, looking into my eyes. His gaze was steady and deep, locked in on me.

I felt my breath deepen. I tried to control it, to slow it down.

“I’ll be right back,” I cooed.

He smiled and sat back, dragging his palm down my thigh and off my knee. “Okay. Hurry.”

I got up and had to steady myself. I smoothed out my skirt and looked back at him with a smile as I walked towards the bathroom.

******

As I walked back into the bar, a tall, well-dressed guy stepped in front of me.

“Hi,” he said.

I stopped walking and stood taller, looking up at him. “Hi, do we know each other?”

“Not yet.” He was devouring me with his eyes.

“Oh, I’m with someone, but thank you!” I stayed upbeat. I could tell from his body language that he wasn't used to hearing no.

“He’s a lucky guy. He better treat you right.” He moved closer to me, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a drink.

“I’ll tell him you think so,” I laughed. I shifted my body so I could fit in the space next to him and walked back to my seat.

“Who was that?”

“I don’t know, just some guy who told me you should treat me right.” I bit my lip and smiled. “So, are you? Gonna treat me right?”

He looked over my shoulder. “He’s looking at us. He looks angry.”

I laughed. “He’s angry because he lost and you won.”

“Yeah, he looks like he can’t believe I won. And looking at him, I kind of can’t believe I won, either.”

I shifted closer to him, inching over on the soft seat. My voice was lower, almost a whisper. “Don’t say shit like that." I moved my mouth to his ear. "If you say shit like that, I can’t cum.”

He pulled back, looked into my eyes and exhaled, hard. “I closed the tab already, let’s go.”

I grinned. “Okay.”

I stood up and put on my coat. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar, passing right by the other guy. So close that the edge of my coat swiped across his arm as he turned to watch me leave.

The frigid wind hit me again when we got outside. I crossed my arms over my chest and hugged my coat over my body.

"My building's right here," he pointed across the street, "we don't have to be cold for long."

We got there quickly. He opened the door to his apartment and flooded it with light.

I watched him take his coat off and hang it up. Then, he held his hand out. “Gimme your coat.”

“Rude,” I said, with a smile. I shimmied out of it and handed it to him, my arm outstretched. I turned and moved further into the apartment as he hung it up, stepping out of my shoes as I walked. “You know,” I said, turned away from him, “that guy’s right.” I turned back to face him as he was walking towards me. “You should treat me right. You should do whatever I want.”

He put his hands on my upper arms, then ran them down my back, ending with a squeeze of my ass. “Oh yeah? Why? 'Cause some other guy thinks you're hot?"

I bit my lip and nodded my head.

"Well," he slowly started pulling up my skirt with his fingers, "what do you want?”

I put my palms flat on his chest, spreading my fingers out and pushing up to his shoulders. I brought my mouth close to his ear and whispered, “Show me your tits.”

He laughed, then said, “Why? Because I’ve been able to see your tits all night? And so has everyone else?”

My breath caught. I love knowing when people are looking at me. I love people seeing me and wanting me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my body into his. I tried to speak slowly, but I was too worked up. I spoke quietly, close to him. “Do you think they liked them? Were they really looking? Who was looking?”

“Everybody.”

“Everybody what?”

“What do you mean?” He looked confused.

“Don’t you mean something like, ‘Everybody, you slut?’” I grinned.

“Fuck!" He pulled away a little, a surprised smile spreading across his face. "That's the kind of stuff you like?" He moved closer again. "Yeah. So slutty. Everybody saw how slutty you are.”

“Say it.”

He leaned in close, his mouth moving up from my neck to my ear. “Everybody was looking at you, you slut.”

I tilted my head back and breathed out, a moan escaping my lips. “Are you nervous?” I shifted my face down but my eyes up, biting my lip as I grinned at him again.

“No, why?”

“Liar. I saw the whole restaurant watching me walk to my table. Which means you saw everyone watch me. Which means you know you’re about to do what half the people we saw tonight wish they were doing.”

“Everyone at the bar was looking at you, too.” He closed his arms tighter around my lower back, our hips pressed together.

“Tell me who. If you don’t remember specifics just make it up.”

“Oh, I remember. I saw. Every guy was undressing you with his eyes. They all couldn’t believe you were with me.”

I pulled away and got mock serious. “I told you to stop that shit!” I laughed.

“No, really! I watched their eyes, their faces. They’d see you and scan your body, your face. And then they’d look to see who you were with and I could see it - they looked… puzzled.” He laughed, but it was a nervous laugh.  I looked up at him and he leaned in, our first kiss a slow one. Deliberate, like he was making a memory.

I ran my hands down his chest, down his stomach, my palms flat and fingers feeling. Down to his belt buckle and below it. I flattened my palm against his hard cock and broke away from the kiss. I looked up at him, wide-eyed, sounding surprised. “For me?”

He looked confused, then when I raised my eyebrows but didn't say anything, he smiled. “Okay. Got it. Yes, for you. It’s hard for you.”

I smiled, glad he understood what I needed.

"Over there," he said, as he gently pushed me towards the sofa.

"You sit," I said. He did, and I straddled him, my hands on his chest and neck again.

We talked between kisses. Slow sentences punctuated by breaths. "Mmmmm. Do you really get it? I want everyone to want me. And I want them to watch what they can't have. I guess it's reductive? Like it fills some base level, primal need to be desired? Maybe that's kind of fucked up..."

He laughed and pulled me closer. "Hey, I don't kink shame."

"Mmmmm," I cooed. "Good. I think it's just about feeling special for awhile. Whatever it is, it's what makes me cum the hardest." With the last sentence, I put my hand back on his hard cock, rubbing it through his pants.

He cast his eyes down, watching my hand. His voice sounded deeper. "Like... feeling princess special," he paused and looked straight at me, "or whore special?"

I shuddered and breathed out, hard, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling myself into a frantic, heavy, rolling kiss. In a hoarse voice, I groaned, "Both." I pulled away a bit, my chest heaving.  "That makes no sense, right?"

"No, it does. I get it. You worry about how you sound in emails." He untucked my shirt. "You practice presentations until your voice gives out." He ran his hands under my shirt and massaged my tits through my bra. "You watch condescending assholes get ahead just because they have cocks." His hands were all over me. He deliberately grabbed and squeezed as he talked. "You're hot and you're smart and you work hard. So you don't want to be in charge when you get fucked. You want the person you're fucking to be in charge, because then you get to stop thinking and just enjoy it, right?"

I sat back, lightly holding onto his forearms, running my hands up and down them. "Fuck, dude. I guess I'm not your first hashtag-girlboss."

"No," he said, "you're not."

With that, he pulled me into him with one hand, and ran his other hand up my back to my neck. Slowly, his hand crept up, until he grabbed a handful of my hair at the base of my scalp.

"You like this?" He asked.

"Yes," I moaned, my eyes closed.

He pulled my head back, slowly and firmly. Then, he planted sloppy kisses all over my neck, holding my head away from his mouth. With his other hand, he roughly pushed up my skirt. He flattened his palm between my legs, pushing between my underwear and my skin with his middle finger.

I tugged my head forward and he released his grip. I brought my forehead to his, resting it there. Reaching down, I held my underwear to the side for him, grabbing his hair at the back of his head with my other hand and kissing him ravenously.

I felt him push a finger into me, and I grabbed his hand, using my fingers to push another one of his inside. Our tongues entwined, biting and licking, I found a rhythm as I rode his hand.

"Switch," he said. He pulled his fingers out of me and gently pushed me away from him. As I stood up, he put his hands on my waist and guided me into a seated position on the couch. He knelt between my legs and pulled me towards him by grabbing the backs of my knees.

He looked up at me, his eyes wide, eyelids steady. "You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. I didn't believe it was you until you texted me back." He leaned in for a quick, passionate kiss, and pulled my skirt and underwear down. He brought both his hands to my inner thighs, just above my knees, and held me apart. He positioned his hand between my legs, stroking my clit with his thumb, watching his progress. "Look at that wet pussy." He almost whispered it before moving his head between my legs.

I settled back as he licked and sucked. I weaved my fingers into his hair and rested my palm there, my hand gently riding the rhythm he was setting. My breaths got longer and deeper as I rocked my hips onto his tongue. Satisfied moans escaped my lips and I tightened my grip on his hair.

"Mmmmm, not like this."

He stopped, pulling away from me quickly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I smiled a slow, lazy smile. "I just want you to fuck me."

He let out a short laugh and sat back on his knees, running his palm up my thigh, over my sensitive clit, up my lower belly.

"Down here," he tugged at my waist as he said it.

"On the floor??"

"Yes. Get on the fucking floor if you want me to fuck you."

I pushed myself down and let my knees hit the floor. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed, rough and passionate. I broke away long enough to take off my shirt and bra and laid on the floor, propped up on my elbows with my knees bent and knocking in, touching.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his zipper, slid down his pants and underwear. He sat back and pulled off his shirt, then shifted his pants all the way off. I let my knees fall apart and he lowered his body over mine, holding himself up on one elbow and one palm. I wrapped my arms up his back underneath his shoulders, hooking my hands over the top of them.

He pushed his cock between my legs, the head catching and almost going inside with each thrust. There was no resistance - his cock was glistening from how wet I was. I reached down and gently held it, moving my hips to guide him inside me. Just as I felt the head pushing inside me, he pulled back.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was grinning. "You're used to getting what you want, right? You're so hot that you're used to guys just fucking you as soon as they get the chance?"

"Fuckkkk, stop teasing me!" I wrapped my legs around him and tried to pull him in, but he pushed my legs apart, holding them like he had before.

"How much do you want it? Show me how much you want it, you whore."

My mind was blank. I was staring at his hard cock, aiming straight at me, ready but at a distance. Working purely on instinct, I reached down and positioned my middle and ring fingers on either side of my clit. I looked him in the eyes as I started brushing my fingers up and down. My mouth hung open, fast breaths heaving.

"Ohh, good idea, princess! Maybe I'll just watch you make yourself cum, would you like that? We can make ourselves cum like a couple of virgins? That sounds good, right?" His voice was low and steady. He was still pressing my legs back, but his hands had moved down, resting on either side of my pussy.

"Oh my fucking God, you’re torturing me!" I knew I was whining, I couldn't help it. "Please? Please. Fuck! Please fuck me!"

He looked at me and grinned. He hadn't touched his cock at all, and I saw it bounce up towards his body. "You want it," I said, breathlessly. "I know you want it. Your cock wants it, even if you say you don't."

"Lay back," he commanded. At the same time, he leaned over me and pushed my shoulder to the floor, pulling my hand up from my pussy. I relaxed back, and I felt his warm hand slowly trail up to my neck. He brushed his thumb across the edge of my jaw, his fingers pressing up the other side, resting near my ear.

He wrapped his other hand around the top of my leg, and I let all the tension leave my body as I felt him push his cock inside me. All the way inside me. I grabbed his shoulders again and threw my head back, letting him ride me, letting him pound down into me.

"Fuck me as hard as you can," I begged. He moved his hand down and cupped my ass for leverage, and pulled his knee up on the same side. I felt his thrusts getting deeper. "Rougher. Grab at me. Break me down, shut me the fuck up."

"Filthy." He growled into my ear. "That's what you want? You want me to be mean to you? You want me to fuck you like I'm mad at you?"

"Yessss, I'm frustrating, right? So fucking mouthy? Shut me up. Fuck me so hard I can't talk." He was pounding the words out of me, punctuated by short breaths matching his thrusts.

He grabbed, digging his fingers into my nipple and the soft, bouncy flesh around it. At the same time, he bit down at the base of my neck where it met my shoulder. I moaned and shuddered.

He moved his mouth back to my ear. "Is this what you want? You want whatever I want? You want me to punish you? For being such a slut? For wanting everybody to want you? For showing everybody what they can't have with that slutty shirt?" I nodded yes as much as I could, his head close against my neck. "Open your eyes. Look at me. Watch me fucking you."

My eyelids fluttered as I fought to keep them open. My chest heaved with deep breaths as I focused on the feeling deep in my pussy, a wave of satisfied warmth radiating out. He sat back and pushed my knees together, then to the side, the front of my thighs touching my stomach. I wrapped my arms under my knees, holding them against my body. My back flat against the floor, he pounded into me, hard and fast as I gasped and sputtered.

With my legs held close, there was nothing in the way of his body as he thrust into me, and I felt his cock bottom out over and over.

I reached out and gripped his lower back, holding him close, as I breathed, "Owwww." He stopped moving, abruptly, but I held his gaze. "Keep going."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yessss," I moaned, "but I like it." I smiled and pulled him towards me with my gripped hand. "Keep going."

"Fuckkk," he said, breathing hard and fast through his nose. "So everybody wants to be me right now, right? About to make you cum after I made you beg? After I made you my bitch?"

I could barely talk. I whimpered and nodded, then sputtered, "Yeah. Yes. I'll beg you whenever you want me to, I'll beg you to use me. 'Cause I'm such a fucking slut."

"You close, princess? Is all this rough shit getting you close?"

"Mmhmm. Can I cum? Let me, tell me I can."

"I want you to. You wanna cum now?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm there, I can cum if you tell me to."

"Then cum for me. Yeah, cum on my cock, let it go, keep fucking me back while you shake."

My arms fell to the sides, followed by my legs. I tilted my hips up as he steadily pounded into me. I felt the warmth spreading and rising, my pussy throbbing, ready to pulse. I held it as long as I could, but his breath and voice made me weak. I grabbed my tits, squeezing hard, kneading. Feeling the dense flesh fill the space between my fingers, the beads of sweat building up under my palm.

"Cum. I want you to cum now, cum like a whore on my cock. Come on, princess."

My body started to buck up into his, and my head tilted back. My breath quickened, my leg outstretched and shaking. My body pushed up into him over and over as I whimpered and whined. "Fuck, fuck. fuckkkk!" He kept his rhythm while I rode it out, hitting my g spot with each thrust. As the wave of heat and pleasure subsided, I fell back, pulling him close.

I grabbed his shoulders, pushing him away from me, and looked into his eyes. "Cum inside me. I deserve it, I deserve all of it."

"Yeah? You think you've been good enough to tell me where to cum?"

I nodded, eyelids flickering. "Yessss, I've been so good, right? I begged you, I let you fuck me on the fucking dirty floor..."

"Mmmm I don't know, I don't know if I want to cum in you. Maybe I want to cum all over that pretty face. Or maybe down your throat?" I felt my eyebrows raising in desperation and saw a grin spread across his face."No? Okay. You've been good. I'll cum inside you. You're right, you deserve it."

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he leaned back down over me, his head tucked close to mine. I turned my mouth towards his ear and whispered, fast and hoarse, "Cum for me, cum inside me. Give me all of it."

A quick, harsh groan escaped his lips, then a longer, stuttering moan. His thrusts got longer and more intense, lingering inside me. With one last pump, he pushed his cock as deep inside me as it would go, and I felt it throb as his body contracted with breath and release. He pushed back enough to bring his face to mine, and gave me a slow, heavy kiss. I let my knees fall towards my shoulders, rubbing my feet on the side of his body.

He pushed back more and asked, "You good to stay for awhile?"

"Yeah, I don't have anything in the morning."

"Okay, good," he smiled. "If this is the only chance I get to fuck you, I'm making the most of it."

I pulled him in for a kiss, then laid back and grinned. "Lucky fucking me."

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I didn’t mean for it to be like this. It’s not like I was trying to hear them. I didn’t mean to want her. But my roommate, Jake, and his girlfriend Beth are loud.

It’s been a while since I’ve had any action of my own, so it shouldn’t have been surprising that the noises coming from the next room over got me hard.

The first time I heard them, I put on some headphones and tried not to think about it. But I could only do the polite thing so many times.

This time, I didn’t have the energy to fight it. I slipped my hand down the front of my sweatpants and gripped the base of my cock, closing my eyes, imagining that I was the one who had Beth making those noises. The whimpers, the moans. That she was saying my name instead of Jake’s.

I pumped my cock in time with the thump of their bed hitting the wall.

I imagined Beth in front of me, on hands and knees, her glistening pussy begging for me. She had the most perfect ass, as much as I could tell through the athletic shorts she always wore over to our apartment. I swear, she had them in every color. She knew what she was doing.

I could peel those shorts down her ass, leave them around her thighs, keeping her legs tight together as I pounded into her. I’d press my palm into her back so her chest was flat against the bed as I pumped her, her face half-buried in the pillows, moaning.

The thumping of the bed picked up speed, and I stroked myself at the same pace, increasing more and more. Pressure built until I felt my release like a wave over my body. I quickly grabbed a couple of tissues and caught my cum as it repeatedly shot from my cock, emptying me out.

I must have come before Jake did, because the pounding on the wall continued after. Beth cried out his name. And as I came down from my orgasm, I felt the hollowness of it. I wasn’t the one who made her make sounds like that. It wasn’t my name she shouted. I wasn’t the one filling the apartment with sounds of sex and release.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I made a plan.

—

The next time Beth came over, I pretended I wasn’t feeling well. I hung out in my room while her and Jake ate dinner and watched TV. My door was cracked open so I could try and keep tabs on their movements. When I heard them start to make out, I knew it wouldn’t be long before they made for Jake’s bedroom. So… I snuck out of my room and down the hall to his room.

Quietly, I slid open the accordion doors, stepped inside, and closed them behind me. Through the slats in the doors, I could just barely see the bed, the foot of it facing toward the closet. Now, I just had to wait.

My pulse was thrumming, and I was already half-hard from the idea of being able to watch instead of just picture Beth riding a cock, whimpering, falling to pieces.

Even though it’s exactly what I was waiting for, I jumped when Jake and Beth fell through the door, kissing and running their hands over each other.

I leaned in closer, lining my eyes up between the slats on the door, and watched as Beth pushed Jake down onto the bed.

With her back to me, she lifted her shirt over her head. Then unclasped her lacy bra and tossed it to the side. From this angle, I couldn’t see anything. But then, she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slid them down that perfect ass, wiggling her hips.

The only thing she had left on was a thong. She looked just as good as I thought she would.

I squeezed my aching cock through the material of my sweatpants.

Beth crawled up the bed next to him, giving me an even better view of her, her cloth-covered pussy just peeking out between her thighs.

Jake wrapped an arm around her waist and rolled them over so he was on top of her, effectively blocking my entire view.

Frustrated, I watched as they continued to kiss, as he slipped off his shirt and jeans, as he kissed at her breasts, but I may as well have just been in my room imagining her because I still couldn’t see anything. If all I was going to get out of this was a view of Jake’s hairy ass clenching as he thrust into her, this was a huge mistake.

But then he started kissing down her body, settling his head between her thighs, kissing her over her panties. And I could finally see her soft, round little breasts, her tight pink nipples.

She scooted higher on the bed so that she was sitting up, and then slipped off her panties, and spread her legs to him. I only got a flash of that wet, pink pussy before his face covered it. But now, I got to watch her breasts as she gasped, watch her lips fall open in pleasure.

I stroked myself more steadily now over my sweatpants. When she lifted her hands to squeeze her tits, I couldn’t take it anymore. I got my cock out and started pumping it. A shudder ran through my body, and the door rattled softly. I froze.

Looking through the slats, Beth had placed her hands at her sides, leaning forward slightly and looking at the closet door, eyes wide. But Jake was still working her. He didn’t seem to notice. And after a minute, Beth settled back in too.

I can’t lose control in here. I have to be more careful.

Stroking my cock again, slowly, I watched Beth’s orgasms build, committing to memory every soft, desperate sound she made. She buried her fingers in Jake’s hair, and I wondered how her nails would feel on my scalp.

Before she climaxed, Jake crept back up her body, kissing along the way. He reached over into the bedside table to grab something—a condom. He stood up on his knees, lowered his boxers, and put the condom on before settling his hips between her legs and kicking off his boxers completely.

I hoped he would turn her around or bring her on top or something so I could see more than just him, but unfortunately, this was the position they kept the whole time. I continued to watch as he drove into her, his rhythm increasing, the familiar thumping on the wall starting, but this view was really no better than what I could hear from my bedroom.

Their sex life, I feared, was way more vanilla than my own imagination, and this just wasn’t doing it for me.

My cock softened a bit as time went on, and nerves won out over arousal.

This was such a stupid idea. I could get my ass kicked for this. And for what.

Quickly, Jake reached his climax, and slid off her. They covered themselves in blankets, breathing heavily for a moment.

“Fantastic, as always,” Jake panted.

Beth gave him a tight-lipped smile and hummed in agreement.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. Be back in 10.” Jake pecked a kiss on her cheek, slid out from the blankets, and walked out the door, closing it again behind him.

Shit. I thought. I need her to either get out of here or fall asleep quickly.

As I watched, she flung the blankets off herself, frustrated. Her hand skated down her body and between her legs. I had the perfect view now. Just her. She rubbed firm circles over her clit with her middle and pointer fingers. Her wet sounds filled the quiet room, along with her occasionally small whimpers.

Holy shit. She hadn’t come yet.

My cock was instantly hard again.

I’d never leave her like that. I’d eat her pussy until she begged me to stop. I can’t believe he just got up and left!

She arched her back as she slid her fingers into herself, pumping. She used her other hand to pinch and tug at her nipples.

I lost it. I couldn’t help it. I was stroking so fast, I was sure I was going to make a noise, get caught, but I kind of didn’t care. This was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in real life.

Part of me wanted her to know how turned on she made me.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get better, she turned over, her chest and her face pressed into the bed, her ass in the air, and she started touching herself again. I could just see her hand and fingers through her thighs as she continued to tease herself, as they slipped up to circle around and dip into her opening. Every so often, she would even spread her lips wide open, giving me a better view than I could’ve possibly hoped for.

My knees felt weak. My legs shook.

Hurrying to grab the tissues from my pocket, I held them to the head of my cock as it started pulsing, shooting rope after rope of cum as I imagined what it’d be like to feel her, to taste her. I couldn’t help the strangled moan that escaped my lips.

My eyes flew back to her, wondering if she heard. That’s when I saw a smile hit her lips, just briefly, before she turned her face into the mattress and cried out, shaking as her release hit her.

She fell onto her side, breathing heavily as she pushed her long brown hair from her face. I crammed the used tissues back into my pocket and tucked myself back into my pants.

Pulling the sheet up over her body, she hid herself from me fully. She was looking toward the closet again, her head propped up on one hand.

“I know you’re in there,” she said softly. “I heard you. You think I masturbate like that when I’m by myself?” She laughed. “You should get out now. He’ll be done with his shower soon.”

Just then, the water of the shower turned off. I forced my body to move, previously frozen in shock.

I pushed the door open slowly, my pulse racing, and stepped out.

“I’ll be here again on Friday,” she said. “If you’re looking for another show. It’s kind of hot, knowing you’re watching us. Watching me.”

“Okay,” I breathed, “Um, sure. Okay.” I wasn’t very good at forming full sentences in this moment.

Afraid to look like even more of an idiot, I hurried from Jake’s room and ducked back into my own. 

Once a week we have drinks. We're neighbours and you live right across the street from me. Recently we've begun flirting. I've started leaving my curtains open while I change, playing coy, but hoping you'll see me. When we have our weekly drinks, you don't mention it, but I can see your eyes feasting on me, looking me up and down, longing to rip my clothes off. I can see it in your eyes as well sit on the couch with our wine glasses.

You, being the gentleman you are, brought your own wine tonight, and having been here enough times now, you go straight into the kitchen to pour our glasses while I find us a movie to watch. I hit play on 'Cruel Intentions' hoping to drop some hints as you walk back through and pass me a glass of red wine.

We watch and I get a little flustered in parts, sitting right across from you. You're looking so handsome and I wish you would just take me right here on the couch. But... You really are acting like the perfect gentleman... Damn it. I down the last of my wine in frustration, and to gain some liquid courage to seduce you.

As I down the wine, I notice a chalky texture but I shrug it off. "More wine?" I ask as I rise from the couch.

All of a sudden the room is spinning... the wine goes straight to my head. I catch my balance on the wall next to me. "Oh, sorry th'wines gone .... Head" I immediately fall forward and you stand to catch me before I bang my head, such a gentleman.

But ... Actually... I only had one drink.... Why did this happen? ... I'm a lightweight but not this much of a lightweight ... And furthermore, why am I semi aware of everything that's going on? It's like my brain knows what happening, but my body can't keep up. In fact ... I can't move my body at all, it's like I'm completely paralyzed, and I start panicking a little. But for some reason, your presence puts me at ease. I hear you whisper my name as you pat my face.

"It's ok Jazz, everything is going to be ok, trust me" I do trust you. You pick me up in your arms and start carrying me up the stairs and towards the bedroom.

You place me on the bed, you're so lovely carrying me up to bed in my state. "There you go beautiful, all comfy in bed. It's ok sweetheart, you won't remember any of this in the morning." You start removing my cute little slippers and then run your hand along my legs, quite seductively. I can feel every nerve in my body awaken as your hand strokes me. I see you bite your lip, as if you're trying to keep the primal side of yourself at bay.

I see you take a look at your watch.

"Oh gosh is that the time, I should really get a move on, they'll be arriving soon"

Wait, what? Who will be arriving soon!? I try so hard to speak, but I can't. I'm completely paralysed! And in no position to host other people!

You run your hands up my dress sensually and bring me forward so that I collapse onto you as you take my dress off over my head. I find it really sweet that you're getting me ready for bed and begin to think that maybe you just had plans after here and you were going to put me to bed and then get back to your house in time for your company arriving.

You lay me back on the bed and fold my dress neatly and pop it on the chair. You stand to the side of me and look me up and down. I was hoping something might happen tonight, so I wore my little black dress, black hold up stockings and panties and my best black lace bra.

"Oh sweetheart, were these for me? Mmm."

You let out a gutteral groan and hover your hand just above my body. Tracing my curves with your hand. But not touching. The fair hairs on my body stand to attention as you come so close, and I feel myself reacting to you. But you don't touch me. Such a fucking gentleman, what the fuck! You are too good to be true!

All of a sudden, I hear the doorbell go.... Who could that be? I wasn't expecting anyone. "I'll be right back beautiful,don't go anywhere."

You wink and smile at me at you leave the room. If I wasn't paralysed, I would melt in a puddle on the floor from that look you just gave me. I feel a little vulnerable and embarrassed laid on my bed, unable to move, in my best lingerie.

I hear you open the door and I hear mumbled talking. Then the door closes and I hear footsteps going into the living room. The voices continue. And for the first time tonight, I'm feeling incredibly nervous.

The voices stop, and I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. It's you, thank goodness. But then... Following behind you, I see a young man, can't be any older than 19 ... Your son maybe? No that can't be right, you don't have children... Do you? You've never spoken about children. Well ... Maybe he's older than he looks and he's a doctor of something. "Here she is" You say to him. "She's beautiful isn't she, just perfect." You're looking at me in that animalistic way again, but this time I see something different in your eyes... Pride?

I haven't been paying much attention to the boy behind you, but he looks quite uncomfortable ... So he should be! He is in MY house and has a half naked stranger in front of him on a bed, paralysed.

"Well aren't you going to say hello?" You direct this question to the boy.

"Uh ... H-hi, I'm Danny, n-nice to m-meet you" The lad has a terrible stammer and I would feel kinda bad for him. If we weren't in the current situation!

You move forward and whisper something in Danny's ear. Before smiling at me. "You kids have fun now" And just like that you leave the room ... What...the... Fuck is going on!?

Danny stares at my body, looking so nervous. I lay there unable to move or speak, but the way this young guy looks at me is so primal. He's around 5ft8 with brown shaggy hair and glasses, he's quite slim and handsome in a nerdy kind of way, but I can tell he's inexperienced. He adjusts himself as he looks. I can see through his sweatpants that his cock is hard and standing to attention.

He slowly walks over to me from the other end of the room and my eyes follow him. I don't understand what is happening. Without warning, he scoops me up and moves me over to the other side of the bed before laying down beside me and propping his head up on his elbow. He's drinking me in, I can see it. After a couple of minutes, he stands back up, and in flash, removes his sweatpants letting his hard cock break free.

I want to scream for help, but I can't. My body won't let me.

"You're r-really pretty" Danny says as he lays on the bed next to me

His cock is probably around 5 inches in length and nothing startling. And he starts pumping it next to me. While rubbing the tip on my leg, his precum leaving a trail across my thigh.

Once my thigh feels covered in his precum, he kneels above me and reaches for the straps on my bra.

"May I?" Like I have a fucking choice!?

He slides the straps down my shoulders and moves the cups down under my breasts, setting my large bosom free. My nipples standing to attention and shriveling slightly as the cold air hits.

"Oh, oh wow!" Danny says as he stares at my breasts on full display. He straddles me, his cock landing on my tummy as he grabs my soft, supple breasts with both hands with his mouth wide open in apparent awe.

"Oh ... My ..." That's when it strikes me. Danny's a virgin ... You are pimping me out to your fucking son or nephew or whatever because he's a virgin and can't get a girl! What the fuck! Danny continues pawing at me, clearly not a clue what he's doing and starts tweaking my nipples like he's turning on a radio in the car. I roll my eyes ... The one part of my body I have control over, but his eyes are glued to my chest.

After a while he shuffles down my body and parts my legs before pulling my panties to the side to reveal my hairy pussy.

"Oh m-my g-god, my first pussy"

There it is! I knew it! He is a virgin!

You reach out and stroke my pubic hair before separating the lips with your fingers and you just stare in absolute awe while you start pumping your cock.

"I... I j-just w-want to s-see what you t-taste like please miss" Again, like I have a choice in the matter. He prods a little with his finger, jabbing it into my clit then moving down until he finally finds my hole There you go! If I was fully conscious I could help you with this.

Danny sticks a finger in and moans a little before pulling it out. I can see my juices glisten on his finger before he traces his lips with it before placing it in his mouth.

He closes his eyes and tastes. Moaning as if it's the best lunch he's ever had... kind of flattering I guess.

He brings his head down and gingerly licks my pussy in one long stroke until he finds my hole and licks up my cream... It actually feels kind of good at first to be honest, until he just continuously prods me with his tongue. He comes up for air after about 5 minutes of poking his tongue into my pussy and trying to suck me dry.

"Thank you miss"

He covers my pussy back up with my panties and I'm surprised since I thought he wanted to fuck me.

He manoeuvres himself up and plants his cock right above my tits. And starts stroking himself.

"You're so b-beautiful, I'm g-gonna urghhh" Within 20 seconds, he cums. A large load of cream spurting out all over me, on my tits, my face, my lips, my hair ... he leans forwards as he comes down from his high and his cock rests on my neck.

I've been covered in cum before, but definitely not like this! I can't believe what's happening, I'm in shock, but ... I also kinda feel .... Horny? No that's not right I really shouldn't feel that at all!

"Oh ... I'm s-so s-sorry" he recoils as he realised what's just happened. He jumps off me and stands next to the bed, pulling his sweatpants on in sheer panic whilst turning bright red and staring at me.

He pauses like he's contemplating something, before pulling out his phone, opening his camera and snapping a photo of me, in my black lingerie, tits popping out, covered in his young cum.

As I think about how young he is, my pussy tingles. I kind of wish he'd fucked me. I immediately stop that thought as it feels so wrong.

Danny leans over to the bedside table and grabs some tissues and starts cleaning all of the cum off my chest, and face and hair, patting me down, taking extra care of my breasts of course, because ... Practical teenage boy, hello!

As he tidies me up and puts my bra back where he found it, I hear the doorbell go.

"Oh ... Th-That must be the n-next one, I sh-should probably be going ... I'm s-sorry ..."

As he opens the bedroom door, he looks back at me, a sincere look in his eyes.

"Thank you"

Then he's gone.... The next one!? What the hell is that supposed to mean!?

(Please let me know if you would like a part 2, and if so, would you like it from his point of view or hers)

All characters 18+ and consenting. Please read parts 1-4 for context. Happy reading xx

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The girls, or Goddesses as he now referred to them, hadn’t contacted him in three days, even Goddess Carly who was Simon’s roommate in their share house had spoken to him scarce little.

All he was told, when he was awoken and his shackles were undone as Carly removed him from her ball-boxing table was to wait to receive further instruction.

He had assumed that the contact would be a bit more on the nose, overt even. He sat on the edge of his bed dreading another gruelling day of work. As the days rolled on he noticed his manhood no longer rose as hard and as firm as it once did in the mornings.

Before his caging he was thick and firm as the sun broke through his windows, recently he had woken up to a semi hard, barely chubbed member, the precum sticky and smelly.

Most recently, he woke up to no erection at all, only remnants of a wet dream he couldn’t remember and an orgasm he didn’t feel. It did nothing to sate his horny brain or lessen the sexual anticipation that lingered inside his big blue balls.

He studied his locked cock, how pitiful and small it looked inside the 1-inch cage, soon, he feared, a purely flat cage would be on the horizon. His days of even having a visible cock felt as though they were numbered.

Looking now from his imprisoned shaft to his balls he studied the damage now that a few days had gone past.

His left nut had swollen and stayed the size of a miniature mandarin, while the other appeared regularly sized, although the shape a little warped.

His ball skin had lost the reddish glow it had once had and now was replaced with black and blue spots across the sack. Purple bruising highlighted the darker spots, areas which Simon feared may need medical attention.

Running the lightest finger across the skin sent a powerful jolt of euphoria through his body. The mere touch enough to ignite him and set his world aflame with taboo thoughts and depraved desires to have even more happen to him. He longed to have the courage to step out the door and go find Goddess Carly and beg…plead…fall on his knees and submit to whatever she desired.

But alas, he knew his orders, his Goddesses were quite clear and he had only experienced happy Goddesses, he was utterly terrified of the pain they would inflict had he genuinely upset them.

Clutching his aching nuts he felt goosebumps rise over his body, his dick stiffening as he realised he only had both balls still by the grace of his Goddesses.

At the same time he heard his phone vibrate on his bedside table, the phone partly rotating as the screen illuminated with a single message, a message from Amanda that simply read;

“Time to play.”

Simon pulled up in his beat up car out the front of Amanda’s house. Unlike Goddess Carly and he, Amanda was much better off financially and could afford a rather luxurious home, the sight of it filled Simon with a deep jealousy, the frustration already building.

As he walked up to the door, he outstretched a weak arm to rap the door with his knuckles, before they could connect with the large wooden door it swung open with Amanda standing on the other side.

Dressed in a very aesthetic, complex and completely sexy set of ruby red lingerie Amanda held the door open, fish net stockings gripping her thick luscious legs, her feet snuggly fitted into two gorgeous red bottomed heels.

Her voluptuous breasts and thick build had Simon’s needy cock dripping, causing a light stain on his pants, his mouth quickly following suit.

Amanda snapped a hand in front of him, forcing him to focus and break away from ogling her for one moment. She swept her dual coloured hair to one side, the green and black rolling atop one another in a beautiful dance.

Quietly she led him inside and into a large room just beyond the living room. It appeared to be her bedroom, a master bedroom, fit with a king sized bed and an accent window, a chair in the corner and beautiful royal purple drapes. The colour eerily similar to the shade his balls were turning.

At the base of her bed was a cushioned chair which had two hand holds at the front and thick metal beam which went to the floor, the beam adorned with wheels. It appeared as though this was a custom made chair of shorts.

Still silent, Amanda led Simon up toward the chair helping him onto it. Like Goddess Carly had done days before, he was told to lay horizontal, his arms clipped into restraints as he was wheeled close to the bed.

“I don’t know what Carly told you but I’m not the mean one. That’s Jackie. I do enjoy a little physical infliction of pain yes but I prefer to describe my style as long lasting.” Amanda said, finally breaking the silence, rolling the lounger closer to the bed.

Climbing atop it she spun around to face the immobilised Simon who was practically hovering just out of reach. Spreading her legs in his direction she adjusted the pillows to give her a bit of lumbar support.

Casually caressing herself she watched as Simon squirmed at the site, so horny but unable to move. Slowly and methodically she traced and squeezed her body, grabbing at her big boobs, lovely stomach and incredible thighs. She played with her hair and moaned ever so softly before running a deliberate hand down, snagging her lingerie g string with an acrylic nail.

Gently and painfully slowly she pulled the thin piece of fabric to the side revealing her gorgeous, perfectly puffy pussy, Simon practically a puddle of precum on the horizontal chair. Smiling, Amanda spoke;

“I like to have my slaves watch, to break them mentally, it’s so much more…erotic, than regular domination. To leave them questioning themselves and longing for release is just —“ she paused now lightly rubbing her pussy, the circular motions hypnotising.

“Pure bliss.”

She rubbed faster now, her moans raising slightly higher in tone as she rubbed with one hand. As the speed increased, Simon watched, trying to jerk himself forward to get another glorious inch closer.

He was just far enough away he couldn’t touch or smell, he could only see. Helplessly he watched as Amanda grinned at him, stopping her rub momentarily to spread her pussy lips and show herself to him fully, the sight causing Simon to spasm wildly in the restraints, desperately trying to free himself or get any form of friction on his dick.

The cage hurt his cock which pressed up against it firmly, his balls felt like they’d explode a heaping of cum if she continued.

As if his head was affixed in this position he continued to stare forward, jostling lightly in the seat, humping it where possible to gain a slight pleasure. Alas the seat was too short and barely wide enough to hold him, it dug into his pudgy stomach, it barely fondling him.

Amanda continued to rub herself all the while, now slipping in a finger or two with her other hand, her index coated liberally with her juices.

Salivating and panting like a dog, Simon begged for it, poking his tongue out toward her. To his surprise, Amanda stopped and pulled her wet, sloppy finger out, raising it just out of reach of his mouth.

“Smell it.” She barked holding his mouth shut with one hand and pushing the finger beneath his nose with the other.

Breathing deeply he smelt her fine, almost intoxicating sexual aromas, the twangs and notes a blissful escape from his unending blue balls. Now on the edge of the bed she finger fucked herself fast and hard, the moans almost screams, aimed directly at Simon who had no choice but to watch.

He couldn’t cum and couldn’t enjoy the heavenly sight as Amanda pounded her angelic pussy with her feminine hand. Occasionally she took her hand out and slapped Simon hard across the face with her pussy juice soaked hand, Simon lapping up what he could from his cheek like a feral mutt.

“You like that? You want a taste? You wanna please Goddess?” Amanda teased, her voice airy and sensual.

“Yes Goddess.” Simon pleaded.

“You’ll be my good boy? You’ll do whatever makes Mommy happy?” Amanda replied, ever so out of breath.

“Yes Goddess.” Simon affirmed.

“Call me Mommy.” Amanda ordered.

“Yes Mommy.” He answered softly.

With a giggle, Amanda ceased the finger fuck and pushed herself up the bed as the sound of her bedroom door opening sent a cold chill down Simon’s spine. Unable to turn around he felt a mighty large and muscular hand slap against the small of his back, another began squeezing his pale ass cheeks.

Frozen in fear he looked to Amanda who smiled and winked as the unnamed, well endowed man walked into view.

“Keep your eyes on Mommy.”

The scene was beyond cuckoldry. Normally the cuck knew the man, knew the woman and was often times allowed to touch or caress her. But now, strung up and forced to view, Simon sat immobile as Amanda lay sprawled out in front of him.

Pounding her senseless a large black man rammed his meaty cock into her tight pussy, her moans of decadence almost bloodcurdling to Simon now.

It was so emasculating. To sit like a chump, a pale weak beta, as Goddess was pleasured beyond compare in front of you. Simon whimpered but, lacking a spine of worth, he kept his gaze toward the action, seeing the man flip Amanda into the prone-bone position, ripping her fishnets as he did, sliding deeper and deeper into her pleasure cove, his cock fully disappearing before Simon’s very eyes.

“Ooh yeah just like that baby. Hey cucky are you watching? You see how a real man, with a real set of balls lives?” Amanda called out in between moans, her hand reaching between her now elevated legs and fondling the massive, low hanging family jewels of the unnamed man.

Even prior to the cage, the cock inside Amanda currently was at least double Simon’s full length, his girth no where comparable. He watched with morbid fascination as Amanda began to speak again;

“I like my little cucky’s to watch, knowing they’re wishing they could have a taste, knowing how defeated and worthless they feel…UGH FUCK…it’s SO good.” Amanda said as the pounding continued, the man slapping her ass, the position now doggy style, her pussy dripping all over his fat and thick cock.

“Some of my cucky’s get rewards. If they’re helpful. Will you be helpful cucky?” Amanda asked between deep, passionate moans.

“Yes Mommy.” Simon said, unable to hide his defeated and emasculated tone. If his balls and dick could still work, it was evident he wouldn’t and hadn’t ever pleasured a woman like the man was doing. Simon felt worthless. Surely there was something he could do to impress Goddess Amanda.

“Oh fuck right there, don’t stop don’t stop.” Amanda cried out, the sex taking a new depraved twist as the man sped up to ludicrous speeds, demolishing her cunt and filling it quickly with a huge thick, sticky surprise. Pulling out slowly, as to not pull the nut with him, the man successfully removed himself and walked behind the station Simon found himself attached to.

Suddenly Simon felt a sudden drop down in height, a noisy cranking heard behind him as he was lowered down a few important inches. Now his face could touch the bed. The unnamed man rolled the seat deeper into the bed frame, Simon able to smell the man’s powerful cum musk from here.

Amanda flipped from all fours to her back, her eyes locked onto Simon’s. Slowly and delicately she moved down the bed, Cunt first toward Simon, the stench of the man’s conquest filling his nostrils. Now only millimetres away, Simon could feel the hotness radiating off her warm pussy, the semen and juice soaked pussy a tongue length away.

He wanted a taste but not like this. This was beyond humiliating it was downright demoralising. He was straight and yet he felt the desire overcome him. He held back for as long as he could until Amanda gave him permission;

“Lap it up you little bitch.”

Wasting no time, Simon dug in like a thirsty dog, licking and lapping up the powerful’s mans load mixed with Amanda’s euphoric pussy juice; her wetness beyond description whilst the man’s cum was awful, completely sour and overly salty. It was thick, the consistency enough to bring Simon to tears.

Yet, he preserved, hoping desperately he’d get a mouthful soon that would be pussy only. How he longed to bring her to orgasm. Maybe then, maybe just maybe, she’d unlock him and take pity on him.

Give him a chance to prove himself. However, just like the idea of a cum-free pussy licking, that too was a pipe dream, because as soon as Simon found his bearings and had cleaned all the man’s awful seed from her delicious Cunt Amanda pulled away, laughing all the while.

Simon felt like he would be sick as the man wheeled his station toward the centre of the room. Simon watched Amanda redress herself slightly and stand from the bed, her face flush with happiness. She picked up her phone and the familiar haptic sounds rang in his ears.

When would his torment and teasing end? Had Amanda told the other two Goddesses about his recent cum meal? Would he be subjected to cum eating more? Strangely Simon welcomed the fact if and only if it meant a taste, a lick, a smell of the other Goddesses’ pussies.

“You know—“Amanda began, walking behind the still confined Simon, now out of reach. “My Bull, he has an uncanny power of a super short refractory period, he’s able to go again in minutes. But his massive, fat cock leaves me sore for days. So naturally I have to think of other holes he can fill…” Amanda said rounding back into view of Simon, now wearing a flesh coloured strap on, the dildo around 9” in length.

“Your holes will do.” Amanda said, smacking Simon in the side of the head with her strap on before forcing it inside his shocked mouth. Thrusting hard, Simon did his best to move and bob his head in rhythm with Amanda, so to allow for more seamless stroking. He coughed and spluttered, saliva and spit falling all over her bedroom floor as she pushed it deeper into his mouth.

Simon began to cry again, the emasculation continuing, all the while the unnamed man rubbed and fondled his ass. Simon closed his eyes as the strap on continued its assault in his mouth, focusing on the feeling of the man rubbing handfuls of lubricant on and around his delicate, virgin asshole.

Worriedly Simon shook in his confines with fear, feeling the massive meaty hand against the small of his back yet again, this time accompanied by a voice;

“Don’t worry this only hurts the first time.”

Simon cried out loudly, his pleas muffled by the sounds of gurgling on Goddess Amanda’s strap on. He curled his toes and tightened his hands as he felt the immense force of the unnamed stranger enter his tight asshole for the first time, stretching it into a gaping maw.

The pair were off and out of sync but before long the strokes came to be in unison both sliding in and out of their new fucktoy with a depraved synchronisation.

Although Simon’s balls were intact and his cock was still caged. Although no physical harm had become him the session had not yet caused him to pass out he felt as though he wished it had.

He wished to trade the emasculating, humiliating, ego-destroying play he was currently participating in with the brutal Ballbusting, at least it was a pain he knew and could bare.

As the strokes kept coming, his dick cumming unfeeling, no-pleasure loads from the prostate stimulation Simon began to disassociate as the fake and real cock rammed down his holes nearly meeting in the middle.

What a sick puppy he was. Emotional sadism is just as if not worse than physical sadism Simon thought as he felt the real cock in his ass harden. As he felt the dick stiffened a manly load about to be pumped into his bitch-boy asshole, he knew it was imminent.

The days of his ego and his manly stature were destroyed as the load shot down his asshole. Crying and quaking, writhing and sobbing Simon felt distraught and yet equally fulfilled.

He had proven his dedication to Mommy. As she pulled the strap on from his mouth he gaped in a breath of air. As the stale oxygen entered his lungs he thought peacefully that it may be over but just as quickly his heart began to race at the premise that his new life and by extension, his sexual torture, had only just begun…

Thanks for reading xx

🤦‍♀️ reposted with ages in the title oop

Nervously Michelle checks her phone, she had a feeling Logan wouldn’t show. Have neg met online, the pair confided their darkest fantasies. After weeks of talking they had decided to meet in person to finally live out one of their fantasies.

Shifting on the barstool Michelle glanced towards the restaurants main entrance. The movement caused her tight walls to squeeze the toy she had nestled inside her. If she wanted to, Michelle could control it with her phone but so could Logan.

The door to the restaurant opened, and in he strode. He looked even better than his photos with auburn hair and a light spattering of freckles giving him a deviously boyish charm. Logan had dressed for the occasion in navy chinos and an olive dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms.

When Michelle’s dark brown gaze met his, the toy sparked to life. A tantalisingly low vibration pulsing inside her. She stiffened trying her best to look relaxed. Logan grinned, swiftly closing the distance between them.

“Michelle, so sorry I was late. Parking was a nightmare.” Logan spoke wrapping his arm around Michelle enjoying the way her soft curves pressed against his frame.

“It’s alright,” her words were a breathy whisper, rewarding her with a chuckle from Logan. The sound made her stomach flutter.

With a waiter approaching them, Michelle found herself sitting face to face with the man she had been fantasising about for the past two weeks. Logan had his phone in his hands. He looked as if he were contemplating something when the toy inside her hummed with greater intensity.

“I’m going to make you cum before you can get your order out.” The words snapped her back to reality. Her nostrils flaring as she sucked in a deep breath. He said the words so casually, as if they were making idle small talk.

Placing his arm on the table, he offered her his hand to hold. Smiling she took it, his thumb slowly tracing circles. The sensation was soft and gentle compared to the pulsing hum inside her. Michelle was fighting a loosing battle. His hand wrapped around hers tightly. The toy inside her picking up intensity.

Fluttering her eyes closed, Michelle rubbed her thighs together adjusting on the seat. She wiggled about under Logan’s intense gaze. He watched, a shark like grin across his lips.

“You can order me a glass of red and the filet mignon, rare.”

For a moment Michelle was confused. Her eyes hazy with pleasure. The toy suddenly stopped. Instantly her clit throbbed with need missing the sensation. She could feel how hot her cheeks were getting, her eyes breaking from his scrutiny to search the tables around them. People dined happily, chattering alone without any idea she was on the brink of collapse.

“Would you like to order?”

Logan offered the waiter a sly smile, “absolutely.”

His hand let go of Michelle’s allowing her to place them in her lap. Clearing her throat she began to speak.

“Can we get…” She stiffens the toy vibrating inside her. The brief reprieve Logan had offered did nothing to settle her need. She could feel her slick wetness soaking her thighs with no panties to protect them.

Taking a steadying breath she smiled, her attention on the waiter and not Logan who was playing with his phone. “A glass of red and the… filet…mignon… rare.” She was struggling to talk, her words flustered and shaky.

Giggling nervously she shook her head. Strands of her wavy dark hair flowing down her shoulders. “Sorry, first date nerves.” She managed to spit out quickly.

The toy pulses its antenna settling against her swollen clit causing sharp pleasure to radiate down her spine. Her thighs squeezing tighter, “and I’ll have… a gin and tonic… with the chicken risotto.”

The waiter smiled, repeating their order. Michelle felt as if this one moment lasted 10 hours. Her body aching and shivering. As soon as the waiter turned around she felt an orgasm wash over her. She whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed, her head rolling back.

“Awe, are you feeling okay princess?” Logan asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. His eyes burned with desire watching Michelle struggle to contain herself. It made him want to sink himself inside her, his cock standing to attention.

“I just need the rest room,” Michelle smiled quickly standing, her world spinning as she did. With shaky legs she walked to the bathroom slipping into the accessible bathroom.

Pushing open the door, Michelle stared at her reflection. Her pale cheeks radiating with heat giving her a soft glow. The fabric of her dark green dress clung to her curves. Approaching the sink, she cups her hands under the water and splashes it across her face.

Drying her face she looked behind her in time to see the door open. Logan smirking as he clicked the lock. Walking up behind her, Logan growled. He pressed into her, his eyes staring at her in the mirror.

“You did such a good job, well done princess, I’m proud.” His voice was soft but held a preparatory desire. Leaning his head down, he gently kissed along Michele’s neck. Rewarded with a whimpering mew, Logan hummed with appreciation.

Sliding his hand up her thigh, under her dress his fingertips brushed across her flesh. Kicking her legs apart she gasped. His broad chest pushing her forward to bend over the sink.

“Look how wet you are, such a filth slut getting off in public.” His words stoked her already burning fire. With a moan her eyes struggled to remain open as she pushed her hips back against him.

Logan’s fingers dipped inside her slowly pulling out the toy, its vibration disappearing. Groaning Michelle wiggled her hips. She opened her mouth to protest but was cut off by Logan.

“Ah uh, you’ve got to stay quiet.” As he spoke, Logan slipped the toy into her mouth. She opened wide accepting it, her tongue flicking across the smooth silicone enjoying the taste of her orgasm.

“All those people, had no idea… how much of a whore you are. How wet your cunt is for me.” His words were punctuated by the sound of his fly unzipping.

“Eyes on me princess.” Logan commanded. Her body obeyed him, her eyes opening slowly and adjusting to the bright lights. She watched his hungry gaze devour her. His fingers tugged at her dress, the wrap around swiftly coming undone. Peeling the fabric from her body she gasped.

Her plump pale skin exposed to him. The blunt head of his cock teasingly poked against her entrance. “Is this what you want princess?” His voice was a delicious purr.

Nodding Michelle whimpered nodding, unable to talk with the toy in her mouth. “Good.” Logan’s words were rough. One of his hands slid to her head. His fingers entangling in her long hair.

With a violent tug his hips bucked pushing inside her. He growled with pleasure feeling her tight, wet velvet walls hug him. Her body reacted to him, her hips rolling back. With her thighs twitching Logan pounded into her.

The small bathroom was filled with the sound of lewd slapping. Michelle kept her eyes on him, she enjoyed the expression he made as he enjoyed exploring her. His free hand slid from her hip, leaning over her to grasp one of her breasts.

Writhing under him, Michelle couldn’t hold her moans that came out muffled against the toy in her mouth. Slick juices smothered her thighs, his speed punishing now as his cock filled her.

Her body hummed with intense pleasure. Logan’s fingers pinching her sensitive pink nipple. He rolled it slowly the pressure increasing until finally Michelle crumbled again.

She cried out against the toy. Her thighs twitched and shivered her hands grasping the sink so hard her knuckles went white. Michelle’s walls fluttered around him, milking him of his cum.

“Fuck yes!” He moaned thrusting in her one last time before holding her deep, threads of hot cum spurting inside her. Catching his breath he murmured slowly sliding out, tucking himself back inside his pants zipping them up. Plopping the toy from her mouth, he gently slid it back inside her causing some of his cum to trickle out.

“Our food is probably ready, how about we go enjoy it.” Logan leans down placing a kiss against her cheek. His voice deep, “that was incredible.”

With a wink he strode from the bathroom as if he didn’t just fuck her brains out. Shivering Michelle straightened herself, collected her dress from the ground and tied it back around her body. She giggled feeling a dark desire grow inside her. Whispering to herself in the mirror she smiled, “best orgasm ever.”