Here is the complete, natural, and highly erotic English translation of the new version you just sent. I kept all the emotional depth, the dirty talk, the vulgarity, and the intense sensory details while making the language flow perfectly for an English-speaking audience:

From the very first day of high school, Andrés was my shadow, my laughter, my confessor. I was the flat-chested, awkward girl with messy hair and slightly crooked teeth. He was the tall, gangly boy who walked like he was always in a hurry to get nowhere, but he always found time to make me laugh until my stomach hurt. We went through adolescence together: me telling him about my first periods, him confessing how his hands trembled the first time he kissed a girl. I fell in love with an idiot from the football team, and he hooked up with my cousin... that little slut with tiny tits who only wanted to brag that she had fucked the best friend of the “flat fat girl.” But Andrés never looked at me the way the other boys did. When my breasts suddenly grew out of nowhere that summer... two heavy, round melons that bounced with every step and made the boys trip over their own tongues... he kept looking me in the eyes. Only in the eyes. And that made me wetter than any dirty compliment ever could.

But Andrés and I were only friends, and I eventually convinced myself that the desire I had felt for him was nothing more than teenage hormonal imbalance.

Time pulled us apart. We went to university. He changed his plans at the last second and left the country. I graduated with a degree in Art History and married a man who seemed perfect: handsome, successful, with a decent cock and zero imagination. But he had an enviable financial position and came from a very good family. All my friends envied me. Alberto, the most eligible bachelor of the season, had chosen me, and of course I said yes... even though deep inside, not all the pieces fit.

Andrés returned years later, transformed into a real man. Tall, broad-shouldered, sharp jaw, black eyes that seemed to know exactly where to touch me even though he had never done it. I was already married. We hugged like always, like old friends, and I felt like I was that flat-chested teenage girl again, ignored by everyone, yet never truly alone because he was always by my side. We were now 32 years old and had known each other since the first stirrings of puberty.

Saying I was happy would be an exaggeration, but the truth is I felt comfortable in my routine. There were no excesses in love or in bed. My husband seemed to measure every word so he would never give me too much. In sex, he only sought me out when necessary.... just enough, nothing more... and he let me spend the money he earned and the money his family gave him on whatever I wanted.

But one day, a WhatsApp message destroyed my world: my husband fucking his secretary in the backseat of the car I had chosen myself. There were screenshots of a conversation with his brother where he said, “I married Lucía because our moms are friends, so my mother would stop bothering me, and besides, you know Sandra would never be accepted, but I love her. She’s the one I love.” And a ton of proof showing that he didn’t even find me pretty... he just tolerated me. Meanwhile, with her he had all the imagination and lust he had never shown me.

I don’t know why, but I thought of my friend.

“Andrés…” my voice broke. “My husband is cheating on me. Please come”

He arrived in less than twenty minutes. Dark suit, loosened tie, smelling of clean wood and man — the very image of success. He hugged me at the door and I collapsed against his chest. I felt his strong arms wrapping around me, his big hands stroking my back, sliding a little lower than a friend should. But I didn’t care. I needed someone to touch me as if I were worth something.

“Shhh, Lu…” he whispered against my hair. “I’m here. Tell me what you need”

What I needed was for him to fuck me until I forgot my own name. I needed someone to look at me with the desire my husband had never felt for me.

I led him to the couch. I poured him whiskey. I told him everything while tears fell onto my breasts, which were clearly visible under the thin shirt I had put on without a bra. Andrés listened in silence, but his eyes no longer stayed only on mine. They dropped. Slowly. As if he finally allowed himself to look at what he had always wanted.

He said, “Let’s go to my place. Your husband might come home and I don’t want him to see you suffering because of him. He doesn’t deserve it”

“You’re too much for that son of a bitch,” he finally said, his voice hoarse. “You always were”

He took my hand, pulled me out of that house, and drove me to his penthouse.

Once we were alone in his apartment, he looked at my tits without any shame.

“Andrés…” I whispered, stepping closer.

“Don’t say anything,” he cut me off. His hand slid up my thigh, slow and possessive. “I’ve spent years imagining how you’d feel under me. Too many fucking years wanting you. My first jerk-off sessions were because of you”

And then he kissed me.

It wasn’t a tender kiss. It was pure hunger. Tongue, teeth, saliva. His big hands grabbed my breasts over the shirt and squeezed them hard, almost with anger. I moaned into his mouth.

“Fuck, Lu…” he growled against my lips. “You have the most delicious tits I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ve always wanted to suck them until you begged me”

He ripped the shirt off in one tug. My heavy breasts bounced free, nipples swollen and dark. Andrés dove in like an animal. He sucked one, then the other, biting, licking, leaving red marks while I arched my back and gripped his hair.

“Harder… bite them, Andrés… ahhh, yes!”

He lifted me as if I weighed nothing and threw me onto the bed in the guest room. He spread my legs without mercy. My pussy was already soaking wet, glistening, lips swollen and red. He lowered his head and ate me like it was his last meal. Flat tongue licking from bottom to top, two thick fingers curling inside me against my G-spot, sucking hard on my swollen clit.

“God… your pussy tastes like fucking heaven,” he growled against my wet flesh. “So wet… so tight… You’ve been saving this for me all these years, haven’t you?”

And I realized that, in a way, it was true. Even though I was a married woman, I had married as a virgin, and my husband could go months without touching me.

I came screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head as my juices ran down his chin.

But he didn’t stop.

He stood up, dropped his pants, and his cock sprang free. Thick, veiny, with a swollen purple head shiny with precum. Bigger than I had expected. He looked me in the eyes while stroking himself.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Lu? Say it. I want to hear you beg like the whore you’ve always been in my fantasies”

“Please…” I gasped, spreading my legs wider. “Put that thick cock inside me, Andrés. I want you to wreck my pussy. I want you to fuck me like you hate me for making you wait so long”

He thrust into me with one powerful stroke, all the way to the bottom.

I screamed. He was enormous. He filled me completely, rubbing every sensitive nerve. He started fucking me hard, deep, and savage. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against my wet ass filled the room. My tits bounced wildly with every thrust.

“Look at you…” he growled, grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipples hard. “These tits bouncing while I destroy your married cunt. You’re mine now. Do you understand? No other man is ever going to touch you again. Only me”

“Y-yes… fuck, yes! Harder… break me, Andrés… I don’t care about anything but your cock”

He put me on all fours. He grabbed my hair like reins and fucked me like an animal. His cock slid in and out, glistening with my juices. He spanked my ass hard, leaving the red imprint of his hand.

“This ass… this pussy… all mine,” he grunted. “Tell me who you belong to”

“To you… I’m your whore, Andrés! Fuck me harder!”

I came for the second time, squeezing his cock so tightly I almost blacked out. He didn’t stop. He flipped me onto my back, spread my legs in a wide V, and kept pounding me while staring into my eyes.

“I want to cum inside you… Will you let me, Lu? I want to fill you until it drips down your legs”

“Yes… fill me… I want to feel you marking me”

He came with a deep animal roar, slamming all the way in. I felt thick, hot jets flooding my womb. He kept moving slowly, pushing every last drop inside me.

We collapsed together, sweaty and panting. His cock was still buried deep inside me, twitching. He kissed my forehead, then my lips, softer this time.

“This wasn’t just one night,” he whispered. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. And now that I have you, I’m never letting you go”

I smiled against his chest, feeling his cum leaking out of my swollen pussy.

“Then fuck me again…” I purred, opening my legs for him once more. “I’m still not full of you”

And that night, Andrés fucked me three more times. In the shower, against the wall, and finally slow and deep, looking into my eyes, whispering how beautiful I was, how much he loved me, how incredible my pussy felt clenching around him as I came for the fourth time.

At dawn, as the sun streamed through the window, he kissed my neck and whispered:

“Divorce him. Come live with me. I want to wake up every single day with these tits in my face and your pussy on my mouth”

And for the first time in my life, I knew exactly what I wanted.

Him.
Only him.
Inside me.
Forever.

College was a million years ago, really, but so much of it feels like it happened last night.

I'd had a long term boyfriend all through high school, but he decided not to go to college right away. I really did love him, but found that as soon as I started drinking at parties I got different ideas. I ended up going to the frats and teasing some knuckle head bro in acid wash until they started to get handsy, but the whole time I was scoping out the guy I was actually going to have take me home. When things got too much with the lunk, I'd find my guy and run to them asking them to pretend to be my boyfriend so this other guy would leave me alone.

I would make it very worthwhile for my hero once they whisked me away to their dorm room and would be crazy loud when they fucked me so the entire quad would think this guy was some mega stud. I had RAs pounding on their doors more than once.

Anyway, 2nd semester I ended up rooming with a friend who was another real slut but happened to really like one of the guys I'd fucked in the fall. And he was a nice guy, but just as predictable as the rest. Though he did have more balls than them.

I know that Bea had fucked him a couple times, but she'd also go to parties and well... party.

We were in his room one weekend night with a bunch of folks from the floor. Ridiculous now looking back on it. Mini fridge and bottles of Lancers. I remember smoke, but I don't think that's right. We couldn't have been smoking in the dorm.

But this kid was hanging out in athletic shorts and his bathrobe. He really was kind of like king of the nerds. He and Bea were sitting on this gross old couch and she just couldn't take her eyes off of him, and I felt myself get all jealous all of a sudden and ended up sitting down cross legged right in front of him and slid my feet between his so he had to open his knees.

He was smashed, but so cute!

I started looking up at him through my curls all innocent and slutty like I did when I met him. Bea didn't really notice at first, but then I got on my knees and ran my hands up his thighs and into the legs of his shorts.

That got his attention, of course.

Then I slid up to his lap and started kissing his chest.

The room had been packed, and I honestly would have fucked this boy in front of the whole floor, but everyone kind of disappeared real fast and then it was just the three of us.

Bea's eyes were as wide open as they could be for being as high as she was and her mouth was open like she had something to say.

And the boy was just as stunned as she was, but hard as fuck!

He was looking at me and I put his hand on Bea's leg and then pulled his shorts down.

I don't know who this kid thought he was, but no underwear. He was just free-balling with half the floor in his room that night. King of the nerds.

And he was raging hard the way only a 19 year old can be. Not really hung, but nice and clean and hard. God he was hard!

I know Bea had been on that cock a few times, and I had had my fun with it too. I was kind of hoping she'd kneel down and suck it with me, but all she could do was stare as I started to pull on his balls and suck him off while looking up right at her.

She let him feel her little tits while I sucked him, but never said a word the whole time.

I had my thumb and finger wrapped around him tight and started jacking him off fast as I smiled up at her.

He tensed up and shot a load that got all over my hair and Bea's jeans. And probably the ceiling.

She just kind of stared at it before she kind of shook her head and walked out.

I stayed and he and I fucked a couple of times, and I was just as loud as usual. His roommate (who I'd fucked too) never came back that night.

I walked into our room in the morning a little hungover but trying to be really quiet, but she turned over, makeup smeared all over her pillow, and looked up at me. "You are such a slut!"

I looked at her all innocent and sorry with my finger on my lips.

"Yeah... I am a slut. I'm sorry..."

"And I LOVE it!" she said and pulled me onto her bed. "Now tell me. What happened after I left?"

She and I never fucked, as it turns out. But she was a good friend all through college.

When the bus dropped me off outside the entrance, the sign to Azure Lagoon Resort was lit brightly by the morning sun, and I remember smiling. A breeze moved through the loose strands of my hair and carried with it the sound of laughter and the faint smell of chlorine from somewhere beyond the pines.

"Sarah?"

I turned to see the young woman who had called my name. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a blue uniform with yellow trim.

“That’s me,” I said. “Nice to meet you.”

"Nice to meet you too. I’m Rose, by the way.” She extended her hand and I shook it. “Congratulations on getting the job and welcome to Azure! I'll be showing you around today. Do you need any help carrying your stuff?”

"Oh, sure, thank you!"

“No problem,” she said, taking my suitcase by the handle, moving with the easy confidence of someone who had done this before. Her smile came quickly and stayed there, bright and unguarded. I decided I liked her. “Are you nervous?”

“A little,” I admitted as we started toward the treeline, the suitcase wheels bouncing on the dirt road. “I’ve never worked at a holiday resort before.”

"Don't worry," she said, her hand briefly touching my arm reassuringly. "You'll get used to it here. Everyone does. Ready for the tour?"

I followed her through the main entrance, the dirt road giving way to paved walkways, ornate plants and decorative signs leading the way to various areas of the park. Main Pool. Hotel. Spa.

Inside the lobby, the floor-to-ceiling windows made the space feel open and bright, each panel looking out onto what could only be described as paradise. Multiple pools sparkled under the morning sun, connected by winding waterways that disappeared behind lush greenery. It was still early, but people were already enjoying the facilities; some lounging on pool chairs, others floating lazily in the water.

"The lagoon areas are our main attraction," Rose explained as she gestured toward the pools. "We have five interconnected pools, each with different temperatures and activities. The central pool is where most guests congregate. C’mon, let’s go take a look. You can leave your bags behind the check-in desk."

We made our way down to the water, following the winding paths of decking until we emerged at the edge of the main pool. It was ringed with palms and thick beds of tropical plants that leaned over the edges, and in the center of it all, a tall column where three brightly colored waterslides spiraled outward and back down to the water. Every few seconds a rider would burst from one of the twisting tubes with a rush of spray and laughter before splashing into the pool below.

Beside us, a woman stepped carefully down the wide tiled stairs into the central lagoon, one hand holding the rail, the other gathering her long dark hair over one shoulder. Her bikini was white, the fabric thin enough that it turned almost translucent where it brushed against the water, and when she reached the last step, her hips shifted slightly from side to side as she adjusted her balance. She turned in the water, and I could see the outline of her nipples. I felt my face flush as I tried not to stare.

Rose noticed my reaction. "Yeah. It can be kind of a lot at first. People don’t tend to wear much here. I guess that’s one of the perks of it being an adults only resort. Our main market is eighteen to thirty year olds.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine,” I said, eager to make a good impression. “I get it! Everyone looks great!”

“Except us,” Rose said, indicating her uniform. It was blue with a yellow trim, her tank top cut low enough to show the smallest hint of cleavage, and the shorts stopping at the top of her thighs. “To be honest, it’s not such a bad uniform once you get used to it, and there's some flexibility. You can choose between the tank top or a crop top version, shorts or a skirt.” Her eyes swept over me again and she smiled. "I think you'd look killer in the crop top. But it’s up to you.”

“Oh, uh, thanks!” I said, suddenly aware of my own body; my hips, my thighs, my nipples…

"The private cabanas are over there," she continued, pointing to a series of structures partially hidden by palm trees. "Guests can rent them for additional privacy. Each comes with its own small pool, lounge area, and service button."

I peered over at the wooden structures as we walked. In the one closest, two girls lay side by side on their stomachs on adjacent loungers, talking quietly, leaning toward each other, their faces close. The girl in red laughed at something, her hand resting casually on her friend’s thigh, fingers idly tracing small circles against her skin. Before my mind could start to imagine the nature of their relationship, Rose had moved on.

"The staff-only corridors are behind those doors," Rose said, pointing to several discreet entrances along the pool deck. "You'll need your badge to access them. They allow us to move efficiently without disturbing guests."

She led me to one of these doors, swiping her badge to open it. The corridor was cool and dimly lit after the bright sunshine outside.

"The security systems here are state-of-the-art," Rose explained as we walked. "Cameras in all public areas, but none in private spaces like the cabanas or the spa. We take guest privacy very seriously."

She paused at a junction in the corridor. "The relaxation rooms are through here. Would you like to see one?"

I nodded, curious about what she meant by "relaxation rooms." She opened a door to reveal a softly lit space with several comfortable-looking beds arranged around a central water feature.

"Guests can book these for private relaxation sessions," Rose explained, her voice lowering slightly. "They can request specific services. Massage, meditation, or just quiet time alone."

We stood in the doorway, watching as a woman lay on her stomach while a staff member worked on her shoulders. The woman had her eyes closed, a look of bliss on her face, and she made a soft sound as the staff member's hands moved lower down her back. Rose turned to me and smiled her easy smile. “C’mon, let’s leave them to it,” she whispered.

As we emerged back into the sunlight, she pointed to flowing water that twisted and turned around the corner. “The rapids system connects all the pools, and guests can float through the entire complex without ever getting out of the water."

We walked along the edge of the rapids, watching as people drifted by in the gentle current. Some were alone, others in pairs or groups, their bodies close together as they navigated the twists and turns of the waterway.

"Behavior expectations are straightforward," she said as we continued walking. "We're here to ensure guests have the best possible experience. That means being attentive to their needs, anticipating requests before they're made, and maintaining a positive attitude at all times." She paused, looking at me seriously. "And like I say, discretion is paramount. Things can get a little…wild here sometimes, and what happens at Azure stays at Azure. Guests trust us with their privacy, and we never break that trust." I swallowed.

"Don’t worry. It’s not that crazy. Anyway, you'll learn to read situations. Some guests want more attention, others prefer to be left alone.” She took a step closer to me. “What do you think?”

“It looks good,” I said, swallowing, our breasts almost touching, suddenly aware of how close we were standing. For an insane moment, I thought she might kiss me. But then she stepped back.

“Anyway, that's it for my part of the tour!” she said, performing the cutest little bounce I’d ever seen, almost like an anime character. “The main office is just behind that door there. I think Mara’s going to show you the staff accommodation and discuss your shifts with you. She’s the big boss. A little scary at first, but she’s lovely, really. Anyway, it was great to meet you, and if you ever need me, I’ll be around.”

I thanked her, gushing for a moment about how helpful and nice she was. She accepted it gracefully before heading off in the direction of the private cabanas and disappearing behind the trees.

Alone here for the first time, I watched as a group of three women walked along the edge of the lagoon, their sandals dangling loosely from their fingers. One wore a green bikini with gold rings connecting the straps at her hips. The rings caught the sunlight as she walked, flashing briefly, her hips moving naturally with each step, her body loose and relaxed, the fabric so sheer I could almost see the line of her pussy.

I reassured myself that this was good, that this was the perfect summer job between my university years. But as I headed toward the double doors of the main office, I had the strange feeling that working at Azure Lagoon Resort would change me in ways I couldn't yet imagine.

And, as it turned out, I was right.

The first thing I felt on Easter morning when I woke up was his hard, throbbing penis against my ass, already stiff as steel, pulsing with need. I lay there for a second, my mind still foggy with sleep, but my body reacting instantly. My vagina clenched, a warm ache spreading between my thighs. 

A thought flashed through my head like a spark. Everybody that read my words, getting off on the stories I wrote, and here I was, in bed with a man whose penis was literally begging for me.

I rolled over slowly, his dark hair was messy from sleep, his sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, and those eyes, deep, hungry, already locked onto mine like he’d been waiting for me to wake up. His chest rose and fell with slow, controlled breaths, but his penis? Oh, it was anything but controlled. Thick with the head already glistening with pre-cum, it twitched  demanding attention.

My attention…

My lips curled into a sensual smile. My fingers trail down his chest, over his abs, until I wrapped them around the base of his shaft. He groaned, his hips jerking up instinctively, his penis pulsing in my grip.

“Someone’s eager.”

“Yes Miss Swagger”

His hand sliding up my thigh, his fingers brushing dangerously close to where I was already wet.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, I was this close to just rolling you over and fucking you awake.”

I bit my lip, squeezing his penis just a little tighter, feeling it jump in my hand.

“Mmm, and what’s stopping you now?” His eyes darkened, his grip on my thigh tightening.

“Nothing.”

And just like that, he flipped me onto my back, his body covering mine in one fluid motion. His mouth crashed onto mine, his tongue forcing its way past my lips with a hunger that made me moan into the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair as his penis pressed against my stomach, hot and heavy.

He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against my lips,

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” His hand slid up to cup my firm breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple until it was fully erected under his touch. 

I was breathless, my nails digging into his shoulders. His fingers dipping lower, two of them pressing inside me without warning. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as he curled them. And then his mouth was on mine again, his fingers working me open, stretching me, preparing me for what was coming. I could feel how wet I was, how ready, my body already trembling with need. 

His penis was still pressed against my thigh, throbbing, and I reached down, wrapping my hand around it again, stroking him in time with his fingers inside me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against mine.

“You feel so good. So wet for me.”

“Then stop teasing me,” I panted, my free hand gripping his hair, pulling him closer. 

“And make love to me.”

The first thrust was everything, a deep, stretching burn that made me cry out, my nails raking down his back. He groaned, his penis buried to the hilt inside me, his hips pressing flush against mine. 

I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back, pulling him even deeper. He pulled back slowly, his penis dragging against my walls, making me whimper, before slamming back in with a force that stole my breath. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard knocking against the wall with every thrust. 

His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he set a punishing rhythm, deep, hard, relentless.

I moaned out of control, my head falling back against the pillows. 

He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue mimicking the motion of his penis as it pistoned in and out of me. I could taste myself on his lips, could feel the way his body trembled with the effort of holding back.

“You feel so good,” he groaned against my mouth. “So fucking perfect.”

I broke the kiss, my hands sliding down to grip his ass, pulling him deeper with every thrust.

“Harder,” I moaned. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with our ragged breaths and the wet, obscene noises of his penis sliding in and out of my vagina.

I moaned, my back arching as my orgasm crashed over me. My vagina clenched around his penis, as pleasure ripped through me, my moans turning into a broken, breathless scream. 

His penis pounding into me as my orgasm tore through me, my body shaking beneath him. 

With a final, deep thrust…
His penis pulsing… 
He came, his cum flooding…
Hot, thick spurts… 
He groaned, his body shuddering above me..
His cock twitching as he emptied himself inside me. 

“That was…”

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The soft glow of her laptop screen illuminated Alicia's focused expression as she typed away, her fingers dancing across the keys in pursuit of the perfect seductive scene. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of creativity…plush velvet curtains, a canopy bed draped in sheer silk, and shelves overflowing with leather-bound classics and steamy paperbacks. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, her mind swirling with delicious depravity as she crafted a gangbang fantasy where a beautiful protagonist found herself surrounded by hung men in a luxurious penthouse.

She described each cock in vivid detail...thick veins, glistening precum, and the way they strained toward their target. As Alicia typed, she bit her lip, imagining the scene unfolding before her. The heroine, bound and helpless, was ravished by one man after another, their large hands squeezing her tits, their thick members stuffing her mouth, pussy, and asshole.

Alicia gasped, her surroundings shifting violently. The cozy bedroom dissolved into a dimly lit penthouse suite, jazz music drifting from unseen speakers. She was naked on a cream leather couch, leather cuffs securing her wrists to the armrests, her back arching against the cushions. Three men stood over her, identical to the ones she'd just described. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she took in the scene—floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing a glittering city skyline, expensive art on the walls, and three ridiculously handsome men circling her like sharks. They were exactly as she'd written: six-foot-four, muscular, with cocks that made her wet just looking at them.

"Where am I?" she breathed, tugging at the cuffs. "This isn't…"

The tallest one with dark hair and jaw that could cut glass crouched before her, his thick cock twitching inches from her lips. "Exactly where you belong," he said smoothly. "Been waiting for you, sweetheart." His hand gripped her chin, tilting her face up. "You wrote us," the blonde one said, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Every dirty detail." He ran a hand down her torso possessively. "You know what they say about being careful what you wish for?" The redhead chuckled, his hand squeezing her thigh.

"You might get what you just asked for," the dark-haired one said bluntly, his other hand wrapping around his massive erection and stroking it slowly. "Every hole will be filled. Every fantasy will be fulfilled." The other two moved closer, their bodies pressing against her on either side. "Do you remember our names?" the blonde asked softly, his fingers tracing her collarbone. "You gave them to us." The redhead leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Want to hear them again?" His hand moved up her thigh dangerously close to her core.

They waited for her response, their eyes filled with desire and something almost... affectionate? Caine stroked himself faster, precum dripping onto her lips. "Say them," he commanded. "Say our names.” "Caine," she whispered, her eyes locked on his throbbing member. "Landon… and Ryker." Her voice grew hoarse as she spoke their names, the reality of the situation sinking in. She was surrounded by men she'd created, men who were now very real and very interested in her. "Good girl," Caine praised, smearing his leaking tip across her mouth. "You're going to get so fucked tonight, sweetheart."

"Spread your legs," Ryker ordered, his hair falling into his face as he knelt between her thighs. Landon and Caine moved to either side of her head, their hard lengths hovering above her face. She was completely surrounded by them, trapped and at their mercy. Ryker didn't waste time, burying his face in her pussy immediately. "Fuck, she tastes even better than I imagined," he groaned against her folds. Landon gathered her hair and guided his thick cock to her lips. "Open up, baby.”

Alicia took Landon into her mouth, sucking eagerly as Ryker devoured her pussy. Caine pinched and rolled her nipples, his massive cock bobbing against her cheek. She was in heaven, overwhelmed by masculine scents and touches, three huge cocks demanding attention. Landon began to thrust shallowly into her mouth, his hands guiding her head as he fucked her face gently. Ryker's tongue flicked her clit relentlessly, pushing her towards the edge. Caine's hand grabbed her breast and pulled it upwards, positioning his thick tip against her nipple.

"You like that, sweetheart? Being used by us?" Caine asked, pressing his cock against her chest, the head slipping between her breasts. "You look so fucking pretty with our dicks all over you." He began to grind against her, his heavy balls slapping against her stomach. Alicia moaned around Landon's length, her hips lifting off the couch as Ryker continued to tongue-fuck her. Caine's tit-fucking was driving her insane, his precum painting her chest. Landon suddenly pulled out, spraying hot cum across her face and into her open mouth.

"Swallow it, baby," he panted, stroking his cock and painting her lips and chin with his seed. Ryker chose that moment to stand up, lifting Alicia's legs over his shoulders. "Hold her open," he told the others. Caine immediately reached down and spread her pussy lips apart, exposing her wet inner walls.

Ryker aimed his thick head at her entrance and slammed forward, burying himself balls-deep in one brutal thrust. "FUCK!" Alicia screamed, her back arching off the couch as he stretched her tight pussy. Caine and Landon held her legs wide, watching Ryker's huge cock pound in and out of her little hole.

"That's it, take his cock," Caine praised, pinching her clit between his fingers. "You wrote this, remember? Wanted to be dominated by three huge men. Now you're getting exactly what you deserve." Ryker pistoned in and out, each thrust making her tits jiggle. Landon stroked himself next to her face. "Open your mouth.” Alicia opened obediently, taking Landon back into her mouth as Ryker destroyed her pussy. Caine continued to play with her clit, making her scream around Landon's cock. The sensations were overwhelming… two men using her holes, one watching and praising her.

Ryker groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm going to fill you up, baby. You want that? Want me to breed you right here?" He grabbed her hips, lifting them off the couch as he pounded deeper. Landon pulled out of her mouth, his cock sliding down to rub against her cheek. "Come on, her face," he instructed Caine. "Fuck yes!" Ryker roared, slamming into her one last time and holding deep. Hot cum flooded Alicia's pussy, coating her inner walls as he emptied himself inside her. Caine immediately stepped forward, fisting his massive cock and aiming it at her face. "Here it comes, sweetheart."

Thick ropes of cum splattered across Alicia's forehead, down her nose, over her lips, and into her hair. Landon joined in, spraying his second load across her tits, mixing with the sweat and precum already there. Ryker stayed buried inside her, his softening cock still twitching as more milky fluid seeped out around it and down her ass. "Good girl," Ryker praised, kissing her inner thigh as he finally pulled out, his cum gushing from her ravaged pussy. Caine and Landon helped untie her wrists from the armrests. The leather cuffs released, but they didn't let her go; they pulled her upright and onto the floor, between them.

"Now it's time for round two."

"On your hands and knees," Caine instructed, his massive hands gripping her hips and turning her over. Landon pushed a pillow under her stomach, lifting her ass higher. Ryker knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks apart to expose her gaping, cum-filled hole. "Look at that mess." "Push it out for us, sweetheart," Ryker commanded, his fingers pressing against her clit. "Show us how much I filled you up." Alicia felt his thick fingers nudging her entrance, helping her squeeze. Within seconds, warm cum started gushing from her pussy, pooling beneath her. "Good girl," Caine growled from behind her.

"Such a pretty sight," Landon commented, his cock hard again and rubbing against her jaw. "But I think it's time we stretched that tight little asshole of yours." Ryker retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers. Caine held her hips steady as Ryker's lubed finger pressed against her back entrance. "Relax for us, baby," Caine murmured, massaging her lower back. Ryker pushed his thick finger inside slowly, circling it to loosen her. Alicia gasped, the stretch intense but pleasurable. "Another one," Ryker grunted, sliding a second finger alongside the first. He scissored them inside her, stretching her tight ring wider.

"That's it, take his fingers like a good girl," Landon praised, his cock leaking pre-cum onto her cheek. Ryker added a third finger, pushing them deeper and twisting them to stretch her thoroughly. Alicia whimpered, her face flushed and eyes watering from the intense pressure. "Perfect," Ryker smirked, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with a string of anal beads. He pushed the first one in, then the second, each larger than the last, until all four were buried inside her. "Now hold those for us, sweetheart. Don't let them slip out." The beads throbbed inside her, creating delicious pressure against her insides.

"Turn her around," Caine commanded. Landon lifted her easily, spinning her to face him. Her ass was still up high, the anal beads visible between her cheeks. Caine grabbed her ankles, pulling them back to expose everything. "Look at her pretty little holes," Landon whispered, his cock pressing against her lips. Caine tapped the anal bead string, making it jiggle inside her. Ryker spread her labia apart, showing her clit and pussy. "Three holes all ours to play with.”

Ryker, Caine, and Landon each pushed a thick finger inside her pussy simultaneously. "Holy fuck," Landon groaned, feeling his fingers against his own in the thin walls of her tunnel. Alicia whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensation of three large fingers stretching her from within. Her hips bucked involuntarily, the anal beads shifting inside her ass. "Hold still, baby," Caine warned, his fingers deep inside her. "We don't want to hurt you."

But the stretching was delicious agony. Their fingers curled, pressing against different spots… Ryker finding her g-spot, Landon stroking her anterior wall, and Caine rubbing exactly where her clit is. They twisted and pressed, making her scream. "That's it, scream for us," Landon encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "Show us how much you love having our fingers inside you." They moved in unison, mimicking a gentle pounding motion. The anal beads shifted with each movement, adding extra pressure to her prostate.

"Out," Ryker commanded, and they withdrew their fingers. Before Alicia could even catch her breath, all three men slapped her clit simultaneously with their wet fingers. The sudden impact sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, making her squeal and jerk against the pillow. "Again," Ryker said, and they did it again…three sharp flicks to her swollen, sensitive bud. Alicia screamed, her legs trying to close, but Caine held them apart. The slaps were light but precise, each one landing directly on her throbbing, aroused clit. Landon leaned down and blew cold air across her wetness.

"One more," Landon murmured, and they all slapped her clit at once. This time, the impact sent her over the edge. She screamed loudly as an intense orgasm ripped through her body. Her pussy clenched around nothingness while the anal beads shifted wildly inside her asshole from her convulsions.

"Push them out for us, baby," Caine said, his voice low and commanding. Alicia, still trembling from her orgasm, tried to clench her ass. Caine grabbed the string, tugging gently as she strained. "Use your muscles. Push them out nice and slow." With a whimper, the first bead slipped free, lubed up and glistening.

"Good girl," Landon praised, watching another bead emerge. Ryker knelt beside him, eyes fixed on Alicia's ass as more beads popped free one by one. The final one was the largest…stretching her wide before plopping out onto the pillow beneath her. "Fucking gorgeous," Caine groaned, tossing the string aside. Her asshole was gaping, red, and stretched to perfection. The three men exchanged looks. No words needed. They all moved at once, grabbing positions around her. Caine positioned his thick cock at her ruined pussy; Landon lined it up with her mouth, and Ryker pressed his hard length against her gaping asshole.

"This asshole is mine," Ryker declared, pushing forward. He sank into her ass with one brutal thrust, groaning as her tight heat squeezed him immediately. Caine did the same, burying himself balls deep in her pussy. Landon shoved his cock down her throat, fucking her face gently. "Fuck yes," Landon gasped as her throat constricted around him. They moved in unison, fucking her three holes simultaneously. Caine's hips snapped against her pussy while Ryker pounded her ass, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Landon's cock slid in and out of her mouth, his balls hitting her chin with each thrust.

"Mmmph!" Alicia moaned around Landon's cock, trying to speak but failing. Her body was overwhelmed…pussy stuffed, ass stretched wide open, throat filled with dick. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gagged slightly on Landon's length. "What's that, baby?" Caine panted, watching her face flush redder with each thrust. "Do you want to say something?" He smacked her pussy cheek hard enough to make her jolt and moan louder. "Spit it out if you can.”

She pulled off Landon's cock with a desperate gasp, drool hanging from her lips. "I-I'm so full! You're all inside me at once—I can't—" Her words cut off as Ryker thrust deeper into her ass, moaning. "That's the point, baby girl," Ryker grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. "You're ours now," Caine added, pinching her nipple. "All three holes belong to us."

Landon forced his tip back between her lips. "Keep taking it, sweetheart. Just a little longer. Alicia whimpered but nodded obediently. The three men continued their relentless pace…. Her ass, pussy, and mouth were all stuffed completely, stretched around their cocks. "More," she panted around Landon's cock, surprising even herself. But she needed it…needed to feel even fuller, even more claimed. "Please... I need more of you."

Landon pulled out, letting her catch her breath. "More? Baby, you've already got three cocks stuffed inside you. What more do you want?” "I want you to fuck me harder," she begged, her voice hoarse. "I want you to stretch me open even more. I want to feel all three of you pounding into me until I can't think straight." Her words were dirty and desperate, driven by pure lust. Please…”

"Holy fuck," Ryker groaned, his thrusts immediately becoming rougher, deeper. "She wants it harder, boys." Caine grinned wickedly, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. "You heard her." Landon slapped her cheek with his hard cock. "Open wide, baby. I'm going to fuck your face like a slut now.

Ryker hammered her abused asshole mercilessly, each thrust pushing the previous one deeper. Caine fucked her pussy with ruthless strokes, his thick cock hitting her g-spot on every penetration. Landon grabbed her head, shoving his cock to the back of her throat and not moving, letting her suffocate while the other two bounced against her. Her body was a mess of pleasure and pain—asshole stretched wide, pussy stuffed full, throat choked with a dick. She loved every second of it. "Mmmph!”

It didn't take long before her entire body locked up. Her pussy clenched hard around Caine's cock, milking it as she screamed around Landon's dick. Her asshole spasmed around Ryker's, squeezing him like a vice. She came hard, squirting on Caine's stomach while Ryker and Landon held her down, not letting up for a second. "Fuck—I'm coming," Caine growled, burying himself deep as he filled her pussy with hot ropes of cum. His release triggered Ryker's...groaning as he emptied into her ass, painting her insides.

Landon pulled out, stroking himself frantically. "Open," he commanded, and she obediently opened her mouth. Ryker pulled out slowly, admiring the sight of his cum leaking out of her destroyed asshole. Caine followed, watching as their combined fluids dripped out of her used pussy. Landon gently pushed his softened cock back between her swollen lips, letting her suckle him clean.

"Good girl," he murmured, stroking her hair. "You took all three of us so fucking well." The room smelled thick with sex and cum. The three bodies collapsed around her, pulling her into a tangle of naked limbs. Caine kissed her forehead while Ryker pressed lazy kisses to her shoulder. Landon traced patterns on her stomach, still catching his breath.

It was a cold winter in Kansas for Lydia this year. Now according to the almanac, it was no colder than any year prior. However, Lydia had lost her husband, Chris, a few months earlier. Now, Chris was not a passionate lover who brought warmth to Lydia's life. To be honest, Chris wasn't even that great of a husband. Yet, he did provide structure and a sense of need to Lydia's day to day life.

Lydia made a dinner for two. Ever since Chris had passed, she still couldn't bring herself to downscale her recipes. She sat alone at her dining table enjoying the roasted chicken, steamed broccoli, and wild grain rice she had made. After dinner, she returned to the kitchen to clean up. Not much to her surprise, she discovered that the hot water had quit working and the water itself had little pressure.

This seemed to be a yearly thing. Often times she would complain to Chris about it. He would begrudgingly go mess with it. Often times, he would find a shortcut or quick fix that would help it last through the rest of the winter. Lydia told herself, "Tomorrow I am fixing this once and for all."

Lydia opened the supply closet door where the water heater found its home. She had a flathead screwdriver in one hand and needle nose pliers in the other hand. Bound and determined to fix this issue, she unfortunately realized rather quickly that she had no clue what she was actually looking for.

Not willing to let this go unresolved, Lydia remembered Chris's close work friend, Oliver, offered his services at the funeral, if ever needed of course. She quickly rummaged through her end table and found her old address book. As she dialed Oliver on the phone, she hoped his number was still the same from when she added it years ago. Oliver answered.

Oliver showed up not much later after the phone call. Oliver stood tall and strong but in a much different way than Chris. Chris was often loud and opinionated as if he need to prove he was a big strong man. Oliver was quiet but carried himself with a strong presence. One that didn't require a need to vocalize it.

Oliver was quick on the case of the water heater issue. It was an old house with exposed pipes. Oliver suggested that there maybe a frozen section in the hot water pipe and recommended turning up the heat and even starting a fire in the fireplace to help thaw out the pipe. It did not take long for the house to get rather warm.

Oliver, still inspecting the water heater and pipes, began to get rather hot and flush in his flannel shirt. He tried to hold off striping a layer out of respect for Lydia but eventually it got too hot for him to bear. He took it off and was down to his undershirt which was a tank top that shrunken short from too many times in the wash.

Lydia caught herself several times admiring Oliver when he wasn't paying attention. He had a similar build to Chris but seemed to carry it much better. Maybe it was height, she supposed. He was a bit taller than Chris. She began to wonder what Oliver's body felt like. She imagined his body to be warm to the touch but also firm and solid. She began to think about her hand sliding under his shirt to feel his chest. Unfortunately, all she found herself remembering is how Chris's chest felt to the touch.

Lydia began to feel embarrassed. Embarrassed for thinking of Oliver in such a way. Embarrassed that the only creative she had in her imaginative touch found the feeling of Chris. She asked Oliver to excuse her as she went to the bathroom to run cold water over her face, which currently was the only water available.

As Lydia left the room Oliver was in, Oliver couldn't help but notice Lydia's figure. He always had a bit of a liking to Lydia and often dreamed of finding himself a wife very similar to her. Oliver, too shy and too loyal to Chris, never said a word of this out loud to anyone, of course.

For a moment, Oliver found himself undressing Lydia. She wasn't wearing anything extravagant. She had on a robe when he first arrived which she had taken off when the house started to get warm. She had on a tank top that showed the natural shape of her breasts and lounge pants that displayed the voluptuous nature of her lower half. Oliver swiftly fought off these thoughts of arousal.

Lydia returned to find Oliver still inspecting the pipes. She had noticed that Oliver had taken his belt loose.

"Is your belt part of your tool kit?" She joked.

"Ha no, I'm just rather warm that's all. I can buckle it back up if it makes you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to offend." Oliver quickly apologized.

Lydia thought about her words carefully before replying with "You know, Oliver, I was married to Chris for a very long time. I'm very used to seeing a man in his boxers walking around this house anyways. Feel free to take your pants off if you get too warm. I would not be offended at all."

Oliver stood still and stared into Lydia's blue eyes in slight shock. He understood the words she said and knew that there was nothing sexual about them. However, he felt uncomfortable with what had just occurred. He let out a very quiet and timid "Okay. Thank you."

Oliver continued to inspect with his pants on as Lydia worked on sweeping in the living room. After a while of being alone, Oliver finally gave in and striped down to his boxer briefs. He was reaching up to feel the pipe as he thought he had found whether the clog was happening. Just then, Lydia rounded the corner to fetch a mop. She looked as Oliver stretched on his tippy toes to feel where the pipe went cold.

As she eyed him up and down. She noticed his rather strong thighs and what lied between. Chris had always worn boxers so she just assumed Oliver did too. That was not the case as she saw his bulge outlined in the more form fit of his boxer briefs. Oliver was much more endowed than Chris. For a moment, she imagined walking up and placing her hand on it to feel its girth. As she forced the thought out of her head, she noticed she had already extended her hand out towards Oliver. He let go of the pipe as he noticed her standing there. As his hazel eyes met her blue ones, Lydia stuttered out the words "Can you pass me the mop?"

Oliver turned around and grabbed the mop for Lydia. As he placed the mop in her extended hand, her fingers lingered around his hand momentarily. Oliver noticed Lydia had pulled her blonde hair up in a messy bun. He assumed to cool down. He watched a bead of sweat run down from the side of her neck. As it came down to her chest, it followed the natural curve of her breasts and ran down the center of her cleavage much like a stream through a valley. His hazel eyes followed as it ran down.

Lydia noticed his gaze as she released her hand from his and took the mop. She said thank you and returned to the living room. She felt a warmth between her thighs that she hadn't felt in a very long time. She tried to not think of Oliver's meaty member as she mopped. Occasionally, she found herself instinctively stroking the handle of the mop. She was overwhelmed by the feeling of desire she had for Oliver but also overcome with guilt knowing that was Chris's best friend.

As Lydia finished up mopping the living room, Oliver entered the room full dressed. His jeans were back on with his belt buckled up and his flannel shirt was back on and buttoned all the way up minus the top two buttons. He had a pipe fitting that was full of gunk in his hand.

"I found the culprit, Lydia." He expressed. "I'm going to run to the hardware store and get a new one. Do you need me to pick up anything for you while I am out?"

Lydia thought why yes a thicker mop handle. "No thanks but my wallet is on the table by the door. Just grab what you need for the part."

Oliver stared into her ocean blue eyes for a solid moment. He thought about what she said but also knew she wasn't working and could only assume Chris hadn't left much in savings.

"I've got it handled. My treat." He stated.

Lydia knew the part would not be that much but also knew in that moment that Oliver considered her finances and well being before offering to cover the cost. She walked up to Oliver, placed a her hand on the forearm that held the pipe fitting. She lifted herself up his cheek and gave him a little peck. "Thank you, Oliver. I really appreciate all that you have done for me."

Oliver threw his hat back on his head, covering his natural strawberry blonde hair. Lydia's hand was still on his arm. He desperately wanted to hold her. Hold her as if she was his own wife. He was still blushed in the face when he replied "Its no problem at all, Lydia. I would do anything for you."

As the words left his mouth, he realized how desperate he must have sounded. "Ok, I've got to run." He exclaimed to usher his exit from his own embarrassment.

Lydia chuckled under her breath as Oliver left the house. She began to wonder what a life with Oliver would be like. She also wondered how good of a lover Oliver may be. She felt herself get very warm. Not just from the heat and the fire, but from her thoughts. She figured while Oliver was out getting the new part, it was a good time to put on something more comfortable to wear in the hot house.

She took off her tank top and lounge pants and threw on a greenish blue chemise that Chris bought her a long time ago. She loved the way it felt on her body. She loved the way her body looked in it. She wish she would have wore more often. Chris rarely inspired the feelings of wanting to be wanted though. She thinks its time to inspire herself.

As Oliver drove to the hardware store, he replayed the the bead of sweat as if followed the curves of Lydia's body. He imagined her standing there fully nude. He even imagined the other interactions like the mop and the kiss with her completely unclothed. He felt guilty about these thoughts but his guilt was not enough to slow the blood flow to his currently hardening member.

He entered the hardware store, adjusting his jeans to hid his ever present erection. He said hi to Bill, the owner of the hardware store, as he turned down the plumbing aisle. He quickly found what he needed and head up to the register. He was ready to be back. Not just to fix the issue, but to be back with Lydia.

Oliver returned to what used to be Chris and Lydia's house but is now just Lydia's home. He knocked on the door and heard Lydia reply from the bathroom "It's open." He went back to fixing the pipe. He was nowhere near as warm as earlier considering he had just been out in the cold. He striped back down to his undershirt and briefs regardless.

He felt ashamed but he also hoped that maybe, just maybe, Lydia would be happy with his decision. Lydia walked in to check on him. He almost pinched his finger in between the pipe and the fitting when he saw her in her chemise. The fabric flowed with her curves. It was low cut and the length ended just below her hips. "Lydia, I'm not going to lie, you are absolutely breathtaking in that dress."

Lydia blushed. "Why thank you Oliver. I just needed to cool down. It has gotten so hot in here."

Oliver finished up tightening the pipe. "Well, its fixed now so we can turn the heat back down if you like." He stated.

Oliver walked back into the living room and adjusted the thermostat for her. Lydia approached him from behind. She wrapped her arm around him and ran her hand up his undershirt to feel his chest. "I actually enjoy the heat, Oliver." She whispers in his ear as her other hand finds itself on his girth.

He slowly turns around, not wanting to lose her touch. He places his hand on her neck and pulls her in for a kiss. This time its not on the cheek and its not just a peck. As their lips lock, she moves her hand over his nipple and her grip on his cock becomes firm. He kisses down her chin and around to the side of her neck knocking a strap to her chemise off her shoulder.

Oliver picks Lydia up as his lips make their way down her chest. She wraps her legs around his hips and feels his erect imprint pressing up against her. He carries her over to the couch. The couch that Chris and him would sit on to drink beers and vent after work. He lays Lydia down on the couch. Her large breasts have since fallen out of the chemise completely.

He lowers himself down and begins to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples. He finds the chemise keeps trying to get in the way. As he pulls the dress off over the top of her, Lydia slides her hand down his boxer briefs to feel the flesh of his hard cock.

"Oh, Oliver you feel so strong yet tender."

"Lydia, I've always wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you." Oliver states as he takes off his boxer briefs freeing both his penis and her hand.

"I just never wanted to get in the way of you and Chris..." Oliver began to say before Lydia could put her fingers on his lips.

"I don't want to talk about him right now." Lydia says as her hold turns into a stroking motion.

Oliver returns to kissing on her body. He starts at the neck again and makes his way down and through her cleavage. As he comes to her navel, he lower his lips to the start of her thong and runs his tongue up to just below her belly button. He pulled her thong to the side as runs his tongue up her slit and begins to suck on her swollen clit. She lets out a moan before he sticks his tongue inside her.

"Oh fuck... Oliver" she says as she runs her fingers through his strawberry blonde hair. Something she could never do with Chris's buzz cut. She pushes his head closer. Chris would never go down on her. In fact, Lydia recalls in her mind the last time she received oral. It was a girlfriend back in high school she experimented with.

Oliver begins to pull her thong down to her knees but struggles as tries to keep his tongue inside her while doing it. He finally gets them completely off and puts her knees on top of his shoulder as he returns to taste her some more.

Lydia's hand is firm on the back of Oliver's head as he services her. She rubs her feet along the small of his back and finds her toes touching his butt cheek. As she feels herself a rush of wetness flow through her body, she whispers "Oliver, I want you to put it inside me."

Oliver raises himself to her eye level. He stares into her beautiful blue eyes as he slowly slides his rock hard member inside her. She bites her lip as she feels herself stretching. Chris was never this big or this hard. As Oliver enters her completely, she feels as if she feels every vein on his cock slide across her.

Lydia places her hands on the both sides of Oliver's face as she pulls him in to kiss him. She swirls her tongue around his as he slowly slides in and out of her. She nibbles on his lip and encourages him to go deeper and harder. She slides her hands down his chest and around his waist. She grabs his ass by both cheeks as he begins to slowly pound her. She feels a wave of pressure and wetness build in her like a wall ready to burst at the seams.

Oliver stops as he is overcome with guilt. He slides out of her and sits up right on the couch. "I can't do this, Lydia. I can't do this to Chris. I can't do this to you, for God's sake." Oliver places his hand on his forehead, almost covering his eyes.

"This isn't something you are doing 'to me', Oliver. This is something you are doing 'for me'. I want this Oliver. For the first time in a long time, I feel I deserve to get what I want." Lydia kisses the side of his cheek and then wraps her lips around his wet cock. She takes him completely in her mouth. Her tongue slides across his member feeling every vain.

Oliver tilts his head back and lets out a loud moan. He runs his fingers through her blonde hair as her head bobs up and down. As great as her mouth feels, he knows he wants to be inside of her again.

He places his fingers under her chin as she slurp the spit rolling down his cock. He pulls her up so their eyes can meet. He gives her a big strong kiss and rolls his tongue inside her mouth. As soon as the kiss is over, he bends her over the arm of the couch.

He begins to slide inside her again and grabs her by the hips. He slams her body back against his. As he begins to pound her hard, she reaches back with her hands above her ass reaching for his body. He removes his hands from her hips and grabs her wrists. He pulls her arms back towards him as he begins to fuck her with more speed.

She feels the wall again but this time its moving as the pressure builds. Her ribs rest on the arm of the couch with her large breasts dangling over the side. Her hair has fallen down in her face. All she can focus on is his large thick cock slamming against her cervix. The wall erupts as she creams all over his hard member.

" Oh fuck me, Oliver, I just came!" Lydia screams. "I want you to cum inside me. Don't stop until you cum in me, okay, babe?"

As soon as the words hit Oliver's ears, he is pushed right up to the edge. He slides his left arm under her body and pulls her up by her chest. He places his left hand on her right breast and moves his right hand down to her clit. He feels all her juices as she turns her head to kiss him. With one final thrust, he pumps every bit of seed he had built up.

They both collapse back on the couch. She laid her head on his chest while he ran his fingers through her blonde hair. They laid there for what felt like forever. Neither of them seemed to mind, though.

Oliver finally sat up. "Its getting late, Lydia. I should probably head home."

"Yea, be safe, Oliver." Lydia says as Oliver stands up and begins to get dressed. He finishes buttoning up his shirt. Lydia has put her chemise back on and is still laying on the couch. Oliver leans down and kiss her on the forehead before he heads to the door.

"Oliver, one more thing." Lydia proclaims. "Maybe next week you can come over and, I don't know, build a crib for the nursery."

I live in a quiet neighborhood with houses close together. My bedroom window faces the side of my neighbor’s house. The distance is small, only a narrow alley and a low fence between us. At night, if both of us leave the curtains open even a little, you can see straight into the other room.

My neighbor is a 42year old guy named David. He lives alone. He is quiet and polite. He always says hello when we pass each other on the street. I never thought much about him until a few weeks ago.

It was a hot summer night. I had the windows open to let in some air. I was home alone and feeling horny. I turned off the main light, left only the small lamp on my bedside table, and lay on my bed. I took off my clothes and started touching myself. I rubbed my clit slow at first, then faster. Every time I got close, I moaned harder, louder, letting the sound fill the room. It felt really good.

I opened my eyes for a second and looked toward the window. That’s when I saw a dark figure standing in the window of David’s house. The figure was facing my window. It didn’t move. It just stayed there, watching.

My heart jumped. I should have closed the curtains right away or at least yell. But I didn’t. I kept touching myself. I spread my legs a little wider so the figure could see everything. I rubbed my clit faster. I moaned even harder when I felt myself getting close. The sound came out louder than before.

The figure stayed completely still. I couldn’t see the face clearly, but I could tell it was a man. It had to be David since his hjouse is only right next to mine. I felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. I kept going. My fingers moved faster. I moaned harder as I got closer. I came hard, my body shaking on the bed. When I finished, the figure was still there. Then it slowly moved away and disappeared into the dark.

I lay there breathing heaviily. My heart was racing. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me felt embarrassed. Another part felt turned on. I closed the curtains and went to sleep, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the figure watching me.

The next morning I saw David on the street. He smiled and said good morning like nothing happened. I smiled back and said hello. But when I walked past him, I felt my face get warm. I wondered if he knew I had seen him.

That night I left the curtains open again on purpose. I lay on my bed and started touching myself once more. I kept my eyes on the window. The figure appeared again. This time it stayed longer. I could feel it watching every move I made. I spread my legs wider and rubbed myself slower, teasing. Every time I got close, I moaned harder, louder, letting the sound carry across the alley. The figure didn’t move. It just stood there, silent. I kept on moaning "Oh fuck....im so fucking horny"

I came again, harder this time. When I finished, the figure stayed for a few more seconds before it disappeared.

I didn’t close the curtains right away. I lay there naked, breathing heavy, wondering how long this would continue.

Previous Parts

Bacon. I loved bacon; it’s all I smelt as I searched through the empty room. Nora’s room. I really did it, Jen and Nora. I didn’t think I had it in me. I wonder what Tory was doing, what she was thinking.  

“Morning.” Nora was leading against her door frame, just in her white panties from last night. Her shirt was still in a pile next to the bed. “I have bacon, how do you like your eggs?” 

“Scrambled. Aren't you not supposed to cook bacon without a shirt?”  

She flashed a grin and turned on one leg and walked back to the kitchen. “Are you complaining?” 

The difference between her and Tory was noticeable. Bubbly, housewife energy vs cold, calculated thinker. Even when Tory let down the mask, she was still almost ominous. I kind of missed it.  

The blinds were wide open; the rushing river visible only a few meters from the patio. A fresh layer of snow had dropped over night, just a dusting, but it was still coming down. There were two plates at her table, a fresh cup of coffee and a mug of tea. 

“Coffee or tea?” 

“Coffee; black is fine.”  

“Good; I like tea better. How’s the hangover?” 

“Not bad, hungry though.” 

“Bacon, Eggs, toast and a little hashbrown.” 

“Thank you, this is really nice.”  

“Tory never made you breakfast?”  

“No, usually kicked me out right away...” 

“Tell me about the team. Anyone you think you can bring with you?”  

“Probably; I don’t know. Sorry, still trying to understand everything.” 

“It’s okay, take all the time you need.” She took a bite as her eyes continued to flirt. They were stunning, almost a shade lighter blue in the morning light.  

“Can you tell me more about the game?” 

“What do you want to know?” 

“How do they know what to assign for challenges?” 

“I have a theory. No way to prove it. Sir and Ma’am; they used to play. I’ve met them once or twice. They keep close tabs on everyone.”  

“How?” 

“I’ve had challenges that all I had to do was report to them what a certain player was doing, where loyalties could be exploited.” 

“They do pit us all against each other.” 

“Don’t tell anyone I told you, but sometimes it feels like the app hacks our phones. They know too much sometimes, things nobody should be able to know.” 

“Then why do you still play?” 

“Money is insane; I own this condo. Have you seen how much property goes for up here? I never thought I’d own anything around here.”  

“The bed.” 

“What bed?” 

“They gave me a bed, it has to be a couple grand.” 

“That’s nothing. Just wait till they send us on a trip as a reward. You and I could probably get it, turn your whole team against Tory. Jump out to a commanding lead. Could be fun.” 

“This is insane.”  

“Don’t think too much about it; let’s get you home so you’re not late for work. That’s one thing they don’t stand for, don’t let the game get in the way of the job unless they tell you to.” 

“What’s your salary?” 

Her eyes studied me, a coy smile before she answered. “120k.”  

“That seems high for your position.” 

“It was 64k when I started. Play your cards right Tyler, you could be making a lot more than 20$ an hour by summer.” She stood up, her bare chest still drawing my eyes down. “Can you clean up? I’m going to get ready for work. I’ll drop you off on my way.”  

She parked at the house, a pretty quiet car ride through the snow. She gave me a kiss and ushered me out. I liked her, really. In that moment I didn’t regret the night with her, it was a nice change of pace compared to my first week. The door was locked; I fiddled with my keys and entered.  

I couldn’t hear anything coming from the living spaces; it was quiet. I hurried up to my room before someone could see me. It was empty; Jacky was gone; Julie must be at work. I was thankful; at least I was going to get some time to unwind. I should check the app, still no response from Tory. 

Sir-Ma'am-Cane 

‘50 points awarded for completing personal challenge.’ - Ma’am 

‘Your point total is now: 100’ - Sir 

‘Congratulations on passing the century mark. You are now in the top 5. Keep up the good work.’ - Ma’am 

Everyone 

‘Grass has been awarded 5 points for winning public challenge.’ - Ma’am 

‘[Veronica naked in the middle of a ski village, her face was covered with a ski mask, but her tattoos gave her away. They covered both of her arms, legs, and half of her chest. She was thin, firm yet small breasts with sharp points. It must have been cold.]’ - Ma’am 

‘Two new teams have been approved:’ - Sir 

‘Team Whip/Cane. Members: Whip, Cane, Sapphire, Bear, Queen’ - Sir 

‘[Our selfie on my bed.]’ - Sir 

‘Team Bush/Cat. Members: Bush, Cat, Hog’ - Sir 

‘[The three of them naked in a bed. I recognized Bush as the manager of the sports store, Cat was beautiful, but I didn't know her, and the other guy I had seen around but not sure his name or where he worked.’] - Sir 

‘New Public Challenge: Hold the Moan: Record an Orgasm in a semi-public place. - 10 points’ - Ma’am 

The team. Officially out there, how would it make us look? Immediately breaking up the team within 24 hours of forming it. I was starting it again, removing support, setting myself up for collapse. I needed to talk to Julie and Jacky. Make sure they don’t hate me... Oscar would have my back, right? 

‘Can we talk Julie? Come up after work?’ - Tyler 

I let my eyes close as I lay in bed. Grapple with all the scenarios playing out. The game seems to reward jumping around. ‘Keep up the good work.’ They loved it, will they show everyone I betrayed Tory already? I wonder if that’s why my secret wasn’t even questioned; infidelity runs in the family.  

I showered, got dressed, and went downstairs. Still empty, I walked out the front door toward the bus stop. Sunday. It should be an easy day. I pulled my beanie down low, tightened up my coat. It was cold again; snow was blowing sideways. Someone else was bundled up at the stop, shivering on a bench. I sat down next to them; I couldn’t even tell who it was. 

“How’s your team doing? Hear from Tory?” Marisol, her voice muffled by her jacket. 

“I don’t know.” So many things in motion I almost forgot about Marisol. I'd get back to her, focus on getting her on the team.  

“Don’t stress. The game is fun, even if you screw up constantly.” 

“How do you know I screwed up?” 

“The look on Tory’s face. Surprised they still announced your team. Are you still a team?” 

“I don’t know.”  

“Let me know when you figure it out; I was planning on joining you.” 

The bus pulled up before I could respond, crowded with all sorts of people. We sat on opposite ends of it; I couldn’t keep talking to her. I needed silence, hopefully April called out of work today. I couldn’t deal with that right now. 

Billy and George were in the locker room; they were happy to see me. It felt good, friends, and coworkers that weren’t in the game. They just wanted to get through the workday and go drink. That would be the plan, maybe a bar, no house parties if I could avoid them.  

I wasn’t in the kitchen for more than a few minutes when Veronica approached me. She didn’t say anything at first, just smiled as she looked up and down. I tried to catch her off guard. 

“Visit any ski villages recently?”  

Her warm expression didn’t change; she just nodded. “Nora wants to see you in her office; do you need me to show you where it is?”  

“No. I’ve been.”  

“Have fun.” She giggled and turned, continuing to set up the restaurant for service.  

Nora was behind her desk, typing away at the computer. She was focused on the screen, her amber hair curled down her shoulders. Her nose twitched and scrunched as she read something. A wide smile spread as she saw me standing in her door. 

“Hi.” She slid her chair back and gave me all of her attention. “Lock the door. I’ve got good news.”  

“What’s going on?” I closed the bolt and sat in the chair by her desk. No windows in the room, I didn’t realize how private it was the first time I was here.  

“April is being transferred. I couldn't get her fired, but she is going to work at a different property. She will still live in the house for now, but I’ll keep working on it.” 

“Wow. Thank you, how did you do it?” 

“I called in a favor. Her last few outbursts helped my cause.” She stood up and leaned over her desk. “Do you want me to help your shift go by easier today?” 

“How?” 

She pulled her hair up, tied it into a ponytail, and slid in front of me. She undid a button on her blouse, got on her knees, and leaned forward. I could see the tops of her breasts, but I was stuck staring into her eyes. 

“We’re at work, are you sure?” 

“It’s more fun here.” Her lip curled out as her teeth bit down on it. A short laugh, then she pulled my pants down quickly. I’d already started to grow, within seconds of being in her mouth my cock was full.  

“Shit... ugh. Will someone hear?” 

“Not if you're quiet.” A little roll of her eyes and she went down again. Her red lipstick was already leaving streaks along my shaft; a firm suction gliding up and down. It was good, really good. I let my hands hold her hair, gripping right at her hair tie. I shut my eyes and focused on her head movements. 

*Knock Knock Knock* 

I panicked, trying to stand and pull my pants up. Nora pulled off momentarily, a single finger across her lips. Then she took it again, clearly someone standing at her door. I did everything in my power not to make a sound, but her grip was tightening. The sensation was building and I couldn’t hold it back.  

I tapped her head, trying to warn her. She tightened her lips around my pulsing cock, her eyes looking up as I filled her mouth. Our eyes met as I climaxed, her lips not letting go of the hold they had around my girth. I shook, let out a tiny groan, and pressed my lips back tightly. I bounced in the chair once, a loud creak from the leather. I looked over my shoulder; you could still see the shadow at the door.  

Nora swallowed, her messy lips spreading into a wide smile. “Pull up your pants, act normal.” I did, trying to remove any sign from my face. I could feel the heat on my cheeks, the fear in my eyes. Nora opened the door, a cheery voice acting like nothing had just happened.  

“Come on in April; have a seat next to Tyler.”  

Fuck. Really. Are you kidding me, Nora? She sat down without a word, or a glance in my direction. Nora returned to her seat on the other side of the desk.  

“Do you know why you’re here?” 

“No.”  

“You’re being transferred.” 

“What? Why?” Her eyes shot daggers at me, her face twisting and shooting back at Nora. “Is it because of him?” 

“It’s because of you. Your outburst and unprofessionalism have been going long before he got here. You throwing things at co-workers was the final straw. Gather your things, the shuttle will take you home. Report to the Pine Tree Lodge tomorrow at noon. Same employee shuttle, third stop.” She signed a piece of paper and passed it over to April. “Sign this or we will pursue termination.”  

April started to protest, fought emotions on her face then tightened her lips as she grabbed the paper and signed it. 

“That’s all. Thank you, April.”  

“I want to stay. Please. I’ll fix it. I won’t do it again. Don’t make me go there.” 

“I want to believe you, but it sounds like you were bullying Tyler and another cook at some party. How can I trust you?” 

“One more chance; I’ll prove it. I promise.” 

“You have to convince Tyler here. Him and I will meet tomorrow morning. His decision will be final.” April started to speak again, Nora cut her off. “This isn’t a debate April, go home. Think of how you can fix this.”  

April got up slowly, a low frown on her face as she looked at me. She left the office, closed the door, and left the hall.  

“Jesus Nora. You’re fucking crazy.”  

“Not my first time.” She turned in her chair, grabbed her phone that was perched on the bookshelf. “I recorded our little session. Do you want me to send it to you for the challenge? I think that is semi-public enough.”  

“Did you plan this whole thing?” 

“No Tyler, it was all coincidence.” She laughed and walked back in front of me. “Talk to April tonight, if you think you can still deal with her, she can stay. If you want, she’s gone tomorrow... I take care of my own. Now go back to work before anyone gets too suspicious.”  

I kissed her, both of us grinning inches apart. More points, getting rid of April. I could get used to this. I sent the video off to Ma’am and Sir as I walked back to the kitchen. Billy gave me a look, side-eyed smirk.  

“Your station is ready; where did you go?” 

“April might be getting transferred, they were asking me questions about our incidences.”  

“Oh shit. You got her fired?” 

I tried to play it off, but Billy was already back to his job. The service went smoothly, a little more light flirting from Veronica. She seemed to have had a bigger interest recently. George and I were the last two left closing. Billy had left early, getting a head start towards the party. I ended up declining; I just needed to go home and sleep by myself tonight. Figure out what I wanted.  

The shuttle ride was quiet, I was the only one on the bus after. Getting off late was kind of nice, less people around; easier to just unwind. The living room in the house was illuminated only by the television; Gemma and Oscar were watching a movie.  

“Tyler! I feel I haven’t seen you in days. Join us?” 

“Not tonight, thank you though. Just going to sleep.”  

Gemma smiled and waved goodnight, Oscar a big shrug as he went back to his beer. “Smart. Tipsy Tuesday this week. Don’t forget!” 

I climbed the stairs; he somehow eased my nerves. The bass of his voice maybe, his constant positive attitude. He was nice to have in the house, on the team; whatever would be left of it.  

My room was empty, quiet, big looming bed that needed to be made. Tomorrow; maybe. Now I needed a shower. Still no response from Tory; she worked tomorrow. I wonder if she would be in her office. I threw on some boxers and got into bed, checking my phone one last time. 

‘Are you home?’ - Julie 

I texted back quickly; I needed to see where she and I stood. Make sure she wasn’t going crazy, still had my back.  

‘Upstairs. Can we talk?’ - Tyler 

‘Yes. On my way.’ - Julie 

‘Give me like 5 or 10 minutes.’ - Julie 

I waited; that familiar little rap on the door came before I knew it. I opened the door to Julie, but she wasn’t alone.  

“Don’t be mad; she was waiting for you to come home. She just wants to talk.” It was April, awkwardly standing on the lower step, looking down at my feet. 

“Julie and I need to talk first. Stand here and wait for us to be done; then maybe we will talk.” 

“Okay.”  

Julie waited for me on the bed while I closed the door. A warm little smile at me. She had her hands in her lap; shoulders pressing forward slightly. She didn’t seem mad at all.  

“Are you okay?” A soft tone, she was looking up with her big brown eyes.  

“I don’t know. I messed up, Tory hasn’t said a word to me. I’m not sure what’s going to happen.” 

“I’m not going anywhere. We can form our own team. Jacky will come with us.”  

“Thank you.” I took her hand as I kissed her cheek. “There’s something else. I slept with Nora.” 

“The manager? She’s in the game?” 

“Whiskey. She won a couple years ago. She said Tory always tosses her partners aside at the end, wins but her team loses.” 

“Is it bad that I believe her? Jacky was cautious of Tory; she’s with us because of you.”  

“You’re not mad?” 

“Tyler. You didn’t do anything wrong to me. You will have to have sex with a lot of women if you’re going to win this. As long as you keep me by your side and don’t lie to me; we’re good.” 

“Thank you. What do you think about April? Nora can have her transferred, April has to convince me to let her stay.” 

“She’s really sweet; I love one on one time with her. Something about getting her around a bunch of people and she becomes... insecure maybe. Like she has to prove that she’s tough. I wish you could see the nice side of her.” 

“I did for an hour or so; playing pool that night. You may not remember, shoving your tongue down Billy’s throat.” 

Julie’s hand hit my arm, then she bumped her shoulder into mine. A cute grin as she kept glancing at me. “I’m sorry okay; it was a fun night though. Maybe the four of us should go out again.”  

“Go get her.” 

Julie opened the door and led April in by her hand. She was in her pajamas, loose yellow bottoms and an oversized button-down shirt. I preferred Julie’s sleepwear; short red shorts and a crop top. The pair of cute girls sat on the edge of the bed as April started. 

“What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything to fix this.” 

“Why is it so important to you? To stay here?” 

“I can’t go home a failure. My parents asked why I wasn’t a manager yet, I said I was close. I’m not, I keep making mistakes. Trying to help others fix theirs, but I make it worse.”  

“Why this resort? Go apply for manager jobs at a different one.” 

“My parents started here, now they are both general managers of successful restaurants. My dad has four stars across three different places. I need to stay here; I’ll do anything.” 

April’s hand slid onto my thigh as she moved a little closer. I grabbed her wrist and removed it. “That won’t make you stay. Be honest with me; why are you always so abrasive?” 

“When other people make mistakes, I feel like I have to fix them, or help the other person fix them.” 

“And yelling at them is the best course of action?”  

“No; I don’t know. My parents always yelled, and people listened. They don’t listen to me.” 

“Respect. It sounds like your parents earned it; they can get away with yelling when they need to. Earn everyone’s respect. Work Harder, blame less, be better.”  

“Okay.” 

“Can you do that?” 

“I can try.” 

“Don’t try. Be nice. Start by calling Jen and apologizing.”  

“I will first thing-” 

“Now.” 

April nodded, took her number from my phone, and took a few steps away from us as it rang. Julie had slid under my arm; her forehead lifted as she looked up at me with a joyous little grin. “Thank you.” Her hand was rubbing my thigh, her face nestling into my chest. “I like your voice when you’re in charge.” She leaned up and kissed me gently.  

I heard April’s apology as she paced back and forth through the room. That was good enough; she could leave. Julie and I had unfinished business. My hand wrapped around her and pulled her onto my lap. Running my hands up her shirt, feeling her soft mounds fill my hands. Our kisses quickened, her shirt hit the floor, and we fell back onto the mattress.  

We tumbled and flipped; our clothes being peeled off one by one. Julie took my length into her mouth and let it grow while she played with it. I ran my hands through her hair, looking over at April. She stood still, her phone in her hand at her side.  

“You can stay or go. I’ll put in a good word with Nora either way.” 

“Thank you.” She walked toward the door, and I returned my attention to Julie. Her black hair was messy in my hands as it bounced in my lap. The door didn't’ open, the lock turned and April was walking back toward the bed. She didn’t say anything, just stood at the footboard.  

“Is it okay if she watches? See’s why you’re always so loud?” 

Julie nodded, kissing up my abs, my chest, my neck and swirling around my mouth as she aligned and dropped into my lap. The first slide up and down drew a long groan from my gut. Julie’s quiet moan sounded more like chuckle as she spoke. 

“Did you miss this?” 

“Yesssss. Fuck it’s good.”  

She slammed down into my lap hard once or twice, then a slow glide along my entire length. SMACK. My hand crashed into her ass; she clenched around my cock. God, it felt good, I spanked her again. That addictive tightness surrounding me, I could feel her grip refusing to let go as she reached my tip and slammed down again.   

I gripped her hips, following her motions. She pushed all the way down and I held her there. She tried to come back up, but she couldn’t against the force of my arms. I pushed her hips back and forth; grinding her in my lap with my dick buried as far into her as it could go. The sounds out of her changed, no longer high-pitched whines; they were deep disbelief grunting.  

“That's good... really fucking good... holy shit... yes... I’m... Going... Tyler... Mmmmm...”  

Her whole body shook, back concaving then pushing outward. Her thighs trembled as her hands braced herself on my chest. Eyes scrunched shut; she was working through it. Moaning loudly, even if she tried to suppress the noise.  

I sat up, pushing her to her back. Her ankles reached my thighs; I wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled tight. Lifting her back off the bed, I began pounding into her as hard as I could. I’d forgotten April was even there, but she had come closer. Still frozen at the end of the bed, her mouth opened slightly. She was watching Julie, the look on her face as I doubled down on her last orgasm.  

She wasn’t going to get a second, my cock was already ready to explode. I didn’t stop it, I pushed through, letting our skin continue to slap as I pulsed inside of her. She felt it coming, her eyes wide; she looked back at April and laughed. 

“Fuck... April... shit. Do you like... watching?” She didn’t respond, she searched around the room for an answer, her eyes finally falling to mine. 

“Answer her.” 

“Yes.” A little mouse in the corner, she squeaked out her answer.  

I let my length pull out of Julie and rest on her core. April’s eyes were on it, still gleaming with the mix of Julie and I’s cum.  

“Bring me coffee when you wake up, we can call Nora together.”  

April turned and walked toward the door, fiddling with the lock before swinging it open. Julie and I showered quickly and rushed back to bed. We slept together naked, holding each other. I felt at ease with her, like I didn’t need to impress her. She was happy I was here; I was happy she was here.  

I lay in bed and open my phone on instinct. Disappointed once more.

My wife lays by my side, a beautiful, loving woman who I've given my life to, and would die for in a heartbeat. She would be the mother of my children when we choose to; my parents love her; our friends all adore her.

She lays asleep on her side while I talk myself out of indulgence. I simply scroll Reddit and look at the hot new political takedowns scraped from Twitter.

And there it is. The notification lights my face as it appears at the upper edge of my screen. Two words.

"Evening, Daddy"

I grind my teeth innately, and yet my cock twitches at the simple text.

Your number isn't saved, it never has been. And I purge my phone each time I fail to control myself. My wife trusts me implicitly, she loves me, she thinks I am the perfect husband. I am, almost.

"You have irritating timing" I write back, my thumbs wishing they could crash through the screen onto your flesh.

"I assume those balls of yours haven't been adequately purged? Good thing I'm free right now if they need me, Daddy. I know you get so very frustrated when that frigid bitch doesn't tend to you like I can.”

I can see your smug grin already in my mind. That goddamn grin.

"Don't you dare talk about my wife like that you fucking whore."

"You say that, but I know that when you're inside me and I say it, your cock pulses inside me. Maybe I say the things you don't dare to think."

I grind my teeth once more.

I should delete the messages, turn off my phone, and go to sleep. But then why am I putting on a hoodie and grabbing my keys? Why am I leaving the love of my life in our marital bed and speeding down quiet, lamplit streets? Why am I texting you that I'm outside?

The smile enters the car before you do. The smug, confident grin of a woman who's got a man wrapped around her finger tighter than his ring.

"Hi Daddy."

I hardly respond but simply glare into your eyes with equal parts anger and lust.

Of course, I already knew what your outfit would look like. A thigh-high plaid skirt, black and dark blue. A low-cut white tank top that shows off your abundant cleavage, royal blue lingerie poking out slightly, enticing me in. My favourite colour contrasting with your pale skin. Your long black hair falls in front of your shoulders, surrounding your tits by design. Black lipstick frames your wicked grin while your piercing green eyes gaze back at me, daring me to do what I don't want to, but need to.

I drive us back towards my house, I keep my eyes on the road, but I can feel your gaze as I grip the steering wheel.

"What was her excuse today, Daddy?" You ask playfully, like a cat toying with a mouse before it's meal. "Was she tired? Long day at work maybe? Or was she just not in the mood?" I try imprint my fingers into the steering wheel as my knuckles go white. "Been too long hasn't it. I'd almost thought you'd forgotten about me. But we both know that isn't really possible, is it?"

"Do you ever shut up?" I snap back.

"I do when that hard cock's down my throat" you whisper in my ear. My cock jolts at the feeling of your warm breath on my ear.

I pull around the corner of my house, into the private garage we own with the property. As the garage door begins to rise on command, your fingers glide their way to my cock through my sweatpants. I swat your hand away from it. God knows why, it'll be in your mouth within a few minutes.

The garage is full of junk and old antiques my wife and I are holding onto purely as we don't have the enerhy to scrap or sell them. The only piece that's untouchable is the dining table that my wife's mother made for her decades passed. It had become too old and outdated to be moved into our new home, but my wife had kept it for sentimental reasons.

I close the garage door behind us with the key fob and turn off the engine. The headlights stay on though, illuminating us both with enough light to indulge ourselves in.

Your hand snakes up my arm and then to the back of my neck. Your honey-sweet words pour into my ear again.

"We can make this quick if you like?" Your other hand grips my throbbing cock through the material of my pants. "But, I don't think you want it to be quick, do you? I think we need to make up for lost time. What is it? A month since you've last felt my touch, Daddy?.... Tut tut tut, you know that's not good for you when you leave it that long."

Your hand winds its way under my pants and onto my now solid cock, I inhale through my teeth at your touch.

"You know when you're pent up like this that you take it out on her? Isn't that what you told me? You don't treat her as she deserves. You don't love her like she needs." My blood boils in my veins. "You're doing this for her really aren't you? This is all for her. Does that make it feel better Daddy? Does it make it better when I try to help you justify it? Or would you prefer me to just remind you that my pussy is just simply. Better. Than. Hers?"

I grab a fistful of your hair with one hand, and free my cock with the other.

I slam your already gaping mouth down onto me as I push you up and down my shaft over and over. You take it deep. Deeper than my wife could even imagine. Each time I push you down you take every inch like it's three inches rather than six.

Your saliva begins to coat my shaft and head as your tongue and lips remind me of pleasure most immoral.

I push your head down now and hold you in place, I feel you choke slightly but you don't pull away.

"Filthy. Fucking. Whore" I growl down at you.

I finally give you a chance to breathe, and pull you back up by your hair to see saliva dribbling down your chin. Your mascara is beginning to leak down your cheeks already. And yet that smile still prevails. That fucking arrogant grin that haunts my dreams/nightmares. The grin that has ruined birthday parties, dinners, family days out. And even my own wedding day.

That grin is a weapon. One that you use against me at will, and with glee.

I've lost count of the times you've appeared unannounced at a function to flash me those lips, and then vanish as quick as you materialized. At those moments there is an illusion of choice for me. I can continue to spend time with my loved ones, or I can go and have shameful, depraved sex with you, wherever I end up finding you.

But there is no choice. My brain can scream at me that I am a monster for what I'm doing to my loving wife, that she completes me, that she deserves better. But the problem is not my brain. It is my body. My body assumes control and moves me into your orbit. And then minutes later I'm pounding into you wherever I can find. A bathroom, against a wall in an alleyway, my car. And the grin gets what it wants. It always does.

That same grin flashes at me again in the dim headlight reflected on the garage wall.

"You're right Daddy. I am a filthy fucking whore. And that's why you keep fucking me over that bitch who's sleeping round the corner."

My lips crash into you, and my tongue attacks yours. My hand grips your throat as I kiss lips I hate more than any in the world. And then I throw you back into your seat.

I move out of the car, and you follow suit. I go to shove you against the nearest wall, but you evade me and bend yourself over my wife's treasured dinner room table. You look back at me, your arse swaying slightly from side to side enticingly.

"Come on now Daddy. If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right." you wink back at me causing a blood vessel to flare in my neck. "Of course, I know you'd much prefer to fuck me in her bed. But this will do for now.”

I march my way over to you and spin you around. My hand grips your throat once more as I stare into the eyes of an evil, vindictive woman. One that I simply can't get out of my system.

Your hand moves down between your thighs as you stare back at me silently. You start to touch yourself softly, your fingers simply teasing your hole to ready it for what is to come.

You reach back up to your mouth now and suck the juices from your fingers. Your eyes never diverting from mine.

"Mmmmm" you moan into yourself. "I do taste good today, Daddy. Won't you try?"

I glare back at you silently and then pick you up, and place you atop the edge of the dining room table. I spread your legs and push your skirt away to find what I expected. No underwear.

I hungrily bury my face into your pussy, licking, sucking and tasting you like a parched traveller stumbling upon a creek.

"Oh fuck Daddy, yes!" you moan into the dimly lit garage. "God is that woman missing out. How can she not like head when your mouth is this skilled?" You mean it as part compliment, part insult to my wife. I ignore you and focus on my feed.

I slip two fingers inside you now, as my tongue focuses on your clit. I hook my fingers back and forth as they slide in and out effortlessly. Your hands grip my hair as if to drive my face.

As much as I hate your guts, I love feeling you cum, so I move with you. Listening to your breathing. Sensing your body's movement. Wanting to feel your thighs quiver around my skull.

"She doesn't taste like me does she Daddy. She doesn't taste as sweet as this pussy. Because you always need a taste of me don't you? Get your fill Daddy. It's all yours."

My fingers begin to fuck you faster now as my tongue dances on your clit.

"Please Daddy. Please" you beg.

I know you're edging closer now. Once you stop your sinful jibes, I know you need release. I redouble my efforts with both tongue and fingers as your breathing starts to become ragged. You grip my hair tighter now, spurring me on. Your back arches slightly.

Then suddenly.

BANG

It hits you like a freight-train. The orgasm washes over you as your legs shake around me. I don't let up, as I continue to feast on you while my fingers are gripped by your pussy.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" is all you can manage from your usually silver-tongued mouth. Your ragged words echo against the walls as you slowly recover. I raise myself up to face you, your juices coating my beard as I lick my lips gleefully.

You grab a hold of my still exposed cock with one hand. You stroke it slowly as my eyes blaze into yours, wishingI could set you alight.

“I can tell he’s missed my touch, Daddy. I can tell that she’s not been treating you right. Of course she loves you, respects you. Makes you laugh and smile. Tells you about her day and asks you about yours. Indulges in your inside jokes, cooks your favourite foods, and tends to you when you’re ill. But we both know that where she doesn’t treat you right, is right here.”

Your hand still strokes my rock-solid cock up and down slowly, from balls to head.

"And that just makes you so frustrated, doesn’t it? And so here we are, in your garage, over her mother’s precious dining table. With your cock in the hand of a woman who knows how to treat it right.”

It feels like I could boil you to death in my blood right now. The hatred only seems to fuel me though. Somehow the depravity of it all makes me so much more turned on. The insults about her, the mocking of my clear inability to control myself around you. All of it makes me want to fuck you until you can’t stand. To fuck you like I hate you, to fuck you like I can destroy you with my body.

I could stop all of this at any time. Nobody is forcing me here, on this table, in this garage, in your hand. I could walk back to my house and sleep next to the woman I love. But I don’t. I can’t. Because I am a fly within a black widow’s web.

“So do what you need to, Daddy. Fuck your whore like you can’t fuck your wife.”

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Hey there!

Hope you enjoyed. Going to try and write more of this when I can. So if you enjoy, feel free to follow my account as I tend to post these posts on my account, as well as on here.

Also feel free to read my other work, some of it is pinned on my profile. So if you like my writing, you might like those stories too.

Any constructive criticism is welcome. As well as any praise you have, I always like to know when I've entertained my fellow smut readers.

Chapter 1: A Game of Locks & Keys + Story Synopsis

Chapter 2: The Sapphire Key (Part 1)

Chapter 3: The Sapphire Key (Part 2)

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Tuesday Morning (3rd Day Locked)

Rows of clothing surround me as I meander my way through the matrix of racks. Normally, I would gladly examine these racks thoroughly, hoping for some hidden gems. Today, however, my focus is on something else. The few pieces I grabbed are more for not arousing any suspicion than purchase. It's the rooms toward the back that are why I am here.

My experiences in the car and later at Denise's have created an urgency I wasn't prepared for. I became a trembling mess in seconds and I'm not even done with the first task. I need to speed this up or I won't make it.

A shudder spreads across me every time I think about Andrea and Denise watching my deviant display. It was all I could think about Sunday night as restless unfulfillment kept me tossing and turning. What I would have given to release myself.

Monday ended up being a busy work day, but every free second seemed to be spent thinking of my next two video locations. By the end of the day, I settled on my choices, which is why I now stand in a department clothing store midday on a Tuesday.

I proceed toward the back, acting as casual as possible with armfuls of decoy clothing. Two attendants fold the abandoned clothing at a stand by the entrance, chatting back and forth about some work related issues. They glance up but don't pay me a second thought as I walk past.

There are a few people in the changing area, talking to others currently in the room or sorting through their clothing. One vacant room in the middle is all that remains, so I quickly snatch it and lock myself in before anyone else has a chance.

The room is small, with a mirror and a bench across from the door. The door itself isn't full sized, but instead is more like a bathroom stall with openings at the top and bottom. I would have preferred to be fully closed off, but this will do.

I toss my pile of clothes onto the bench and add the clothing I wore in as well. Once again, I am in public with only the belt on.

There isn't much room to sit on the bench, so this video will need to be of me standing. Using the clothes, I prop my phone up to get a full view of myself and then begin video four.

As I begin to grope the metal piece again, I make sure to limit my noises. I can’t risk someone hearing a moan. Instead I let my face betray just how much I want to be free. I am past the point of acting now. I am actually desperate.

The seconds tick by on the video as my eyes catch the full view of myself in the mirror. This is what Andrea is seeing. This is what Denise saw. This horny slut who doesn't even have access to her own pussy, degrading herself on camera because she can't control it. My legs buckle slightly as I feel my wetness through the belt again.

I imagine Andrea, laying naked in bed and touching herself to the sight of this. My sadistic tormenter, whose view of me is forever changed. I imagine Denise, over me on the bed and driving me deeper into a submissive frenzy. I want more of her dirty talk, more of her dominance.

With my other hand I brace myself against the wall as I begin to feel weaker. My fingers pry at the side of the metal, searching for any weak spot to let them in. I need it. I will fling this door open right now and put on a show if it means I can make this belt disappear.

A brief glance down at the phone shatters my spiral. The video is well over a minute. I force myself to stop and reach down to end the recording. Normally, I send the video right away and move on, but curiosity takes hold this time.

Utter embarrassment fills me as I watch my loss of control on film. This is only a few days in. How did this happen? How have I fallen so fast? Just from wearing the belt and some teasing? I can't send this.

My thumb hovers over the trash icon, but something inside makes me resist. I won't send it, but I’m not done with it either. Instead I open the camera again and begin a new video. This time, I will control myself.

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Tuesday Evening (3rd Day Locked)

“Heard you are almost done with the first task,” Devon says as I join him at the table. He pushes a beer toward me while taking a sip of his own.

“Thanks,” I reply as I take a sip. “And yeah. One more video to go.”

“Enjoying it?”

“Yes and no,” I admit. I was hesitant about coming tonight when I found out it would just be Devon and me, even though it's not the first Taco Tuesday with just us. This isn't a normal week night like before, not with this game going on. I suspect it will be all he wants to talk about.

Devon met Andrea at a bar when they both attempted to hit on the same guy. The guy turned out to be straight, so Andrea won that round, but a friendship quickly blossomed from the initial encounter. While he looks like a typical gym bro, the more I've spent time with him the more I’ve realized just how big of a sweet nerd he really is. I know he genuinely wants to help me.

“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to divulge more. When I don't, he continues on.

“It's easier being locked when you aren't being constantly teased and put in sexual situations isn't it?”

“Yeah!” I blurt back, breaking my silence. “I can't believe how crazy it's making me. It's only been three days! How did you-” I stop short. “Wait. Did that happen to you? You did say you have experience.”

He laughs and takes another sip.

“Do you remember David? From shortly after college?”

There have been many guys in Devon’s life over the years, but I do vaguely remember a long fling with someone early on.

“I think so? Is he the one that you saw for like half a year?”

“Yup. It was a fun fling for sure. We were both pretty open to trying new things. I was curious about being locked, and he was all for it. We each had the other’s key and the goal was to make the other so crazy they would cave first and beg to be released. I think there was a certain amount of BJs the winner got or something like that.”

“Who won?” I lean forward. He's normally so open, it's rare for him to keep something hidden.

“He did,” Devon concedes. “He was relentless with his teasing. Nonstop. From the beginning I was going nuts. It was all I could think about, which just kept making it worse.”

I realize I am unconsciously nodding in agreement. He smiles and continues.

“I'm guessing that's how you are feeling huh?”

Sheepishly, I slouch back and nod.

“I just…I've never been like this. The thoughts I have. The things I want to do. It's overwhelming. I can't imagine how it’s going to be after three more tasks. Truthfully, I don't think I'll make it. I feel like a dam that's already cracking. At some point, it will break completely and that will be it!”

“Do you enjoy it? Being this horny and actually doing all those things you read about in your smut?”

I contemplate lying, but there is no point. He already knows the truth.

“A little.”

“I think there's always been a part of you that wants to embrace these scandalous things. You've just never been able to push through your mental blocks.” He leans forward. “But now, in this riled up state, you can. So my suggestion is to embrace it. Let yourself finally experience something out of your comfort zone. Give yourself slutty memories while you can.”

I breathe heavily as his words sink in. Maybe I’ve been looking at this the wrong way.

“And I will say, when I did finally get unlocked, the sex we had…Let's just say you'll never forget it. I still think about it to this day.” He glances off into the distance, most likely playing the memory back in his head, leaving me to grapple with his words.

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2AM Wednesday Morning (4th Day Locked)

While still in a groggy state, the result of only a couple hours sleep, I scan the windows to see how many people are inside. Judging by the empty parking lot, I think I might be okay. I ignore the 2AM reading on my dashboard clock, and my desire to stay in the warm car, and jog across the lot to the doors for the gym.

A blanket of warm air blows down around me as I enter, followed by bright fluorescent lights that do an admirable job of waking me up further. With a full view of the room now, I scan again. As expected it is empty, but not completely empty. There are two people, one woman running on a treadmill in the corner and the gym attendant behind the desk to my left. A woman being here foils my attempt at a short visit. I will have to wait for her to leave.

As I walk forward into the gym, I hear the voice of the attendant stop me dead in my tracks.

“Hey! You have to sign in!” He shouts.

“What? Oh, sorry!” I say, still lost in thought. I walk over, flash my badge, and sign the book.

The attendant, whose name tag says Jonah, smiles up. He looks young, maybe early to mid twenties, with a medium build and styled up wavy brown hair.

“I don't think I've ever seen two people here this late. That's some dedication!”

“Yeah, well, just couldn't sleep!” I lie as I turn away. Thankfully the extra long sweater does a good job covering the belt bands that would be completely visible in just yoga pants. Plus it's so cold, no one will bat an eye at the extra layer.

Normally, I would be so focused on the task at hand that I wouldn't dwell on him at all. In my current state, however, I can't help but fantasize. As I reach a machine, my mind is stuck picturing him bending me over on it instead of what that actual workout is.

Twenty minutes pass as I work down the line of machines, feigning effort and waiting for the woman on the treadmill to finish. Jonah meanwhile, has spent the majority of the time doing odd organizing and cleaning jobs throughout the gym. Finally, just when I think of leaving, the woman stops and walks to the front. Instead of heading to the locker room, she tosses on a jacket and disappears out the door.

I can't help but laugh. This whole time I was waiting and she didn't even go into the locker room. As I get up I realize I haven't seen Jonah in a bit. My focus on the woman took priority. Still, I don't want to risk someone else showing up so I make my move.

With my stuff in hand I make my way toward the locker rooms off to the side, psyching myself up in the process.

This is it. The last video and one key will be mine.

I turn the corner but my progress is stopped as I suddenly smash into a pile of towels being held by Jonah. I bounce back, falling to the floor along with the towels and my bag. As the bag hits the floor, its contents spill out, including my surrender box, which comes to a stop right by Jonah. A panic hits me as I curse out.

“Shit!”

“Oh my God. I'm sorry! Are you okay?” He asks in a nervous voice, crouching down to help with my bag.

“I'm fine!” I blurt out as I scramble over, trying to grab the box before he sees, but it's too late. A puzzled look appears on his face as he examines it. I quickly snatch the box back and toss it into the bag with the rest of my stuff.

“You sure you're okay?” He asks with genuine concern.

“Yes, fine! Sorry I…uh really need to use the bathroom!” Before he can respond I jump to my feet and dash away, trying to zip up the bag in the process. I turn the corner and reach the sanctuary of the locker room before any further conversation can be had.

He saw it. Does he know what it is? Did he see my belt when I fell? Holy shit.

The mind spirals as I set the bag down on the locker room bench but I do my best to calm down. Just get this done. A quick video and then bolt out of here.

With shaky hands I undress and pile the clothes next to the bag. I then prop my phone up against the pile and position myself further down the bench. My heart races as I spread my legs over each side of the bench, giving a full view, and then press record.

Like the four previous videos, I begin my futile rubbing as I look longingly at the camera. For this last one I want-

“Holy shit!”

My heart skips a beat as I jolt up. Standing a few feet away from me is Jonah, holding towels and staring at me, mouth agape.

“What the fuck!” I scream out as I reach and grab the nearest piece of clothing. My phone flings onto the floor as I tug my shirt to me, quickly covering myself. “Why the fuck are you in here!?”

“Me? Why are you in here?” He yells back, still in shock from the view I gave him.

“What? This is-” I stop as a sudden realization hits me. This isn't the same gym I went to for years. I chose a less popular one further out just in case.

While trying to stay covered I twist around enough to see the bathroom in the back.

Urinals.

This is the men's locker room. Fuck.

While I was frantically trying to close my bag and get in here I didn't check the signs, I just went when I normally go. This gym must have the locker rooms reversed.

I turn back to Jonah, completely flushed red in embarrassment and shaking. His face still showed confusion, but with a suppressed elation too.

“Are you like an only fans model or something?”

I squirm uncomfortably as I debate my next move. Instinct tells me to yell at him to leave but the thought of him reporting this or telling people would only make everything worse. I signed in, he knows who I am. Plus, I can't deny that despite the complete dread filling me there is that tiny spark I discovered the other day. The thrill of being caught.

“No, I'm not an only fans person!” I scowl back, trying to avoid coming off timid. “It's part of a dare I'm doing. That's it. No one was supposed to see!”

He glances down at the phone and then back to me.

“What's the dare?” He asks. “Does it have to do with…whatever that thing is you are wearing?”

Fuck! I was hoping he didn't get a good enough view. That makes this so much worse!

“...yes…it does.” So much for being confident. I can feel myself deflate during the admission.

He drops the towels at the end of the bench and then bends over to grab my phone. I realize as I glance down to it that it's been recording this whole time. He could easily watch the video back if he wants.

“Please!” I plead before he can. “Don't look, just give it to me.”

Mercifully, he does. I snatch the phone as he walks close, leaving my other hand to keep my just barely covered. Once in hand, I stop the recording and lock the phone.

“So, the dare is you have to record yourself in public wearing that…I assume some sort of chastity thing?” He stands only a few feet from me, towering over my exposed, hunched over body. As I look up to meet his eye I notice a growing bulge poking out of his gym shorts.

Another spark hits me.

“Yes,” I admit. “Well kind of. Listen, just please let me go to the other locker room! I need to finish this.”

“You can stay here.”

“What?” My tone loses its edge.

“I'll give you a minute and make sure no one comes in.”

“Thanks.” This unexpected kindness catches me off guard, making me feel slightly guilty at my anger just seconds ago. I would expect a young guy to try and capitalize on the situation, not prove empathetic and helpful.

As he turns to leave, a curious emotion takes hold. Something I never expected to feel at this moment: disappointment. For some reason, I don't want him to leave. My conversation with Devon comes to mind as I wrestle with what to do.

He's right. Embrace it.

“Wait!” I surprise even myself with this. What am I doing?

He turns back but not fully, a futile attempt to hide his growing arousal at the situation.

“Can you film instead?”

Jonah looks blankly back, completely dumfounded.

“It's a quick video, only 30 seconds.” I hold the phone out.

A big smile grows in his face as he processes the new development. Slowly he shuffles over, his loose gym shorts not helping his attempt at modesty.

He takes the phone and stands back, pointing up to me. My heart feels like it might explode in an anxious meltdown but I don't give in. Instead I drop the shirt and leave myself exposed to him.

He stares in awe at me, seemingly forgetting what he was supposed to be doing.

“Well?” I tease up to him in fake annoyance. He snaps out of it, shaking his head slightly and looking down at the phone.

“Is there anything I should do? Just stand here and hold the phone?”

His voice is shaky now. I think about it for a second. There is something I want. In for a penny, in for a pound right?

“Talk dirty.”

“W-what?” The ear to ear grin fades in a flash.

“You heard me. Talk dirty, really get me going wild.” I stare back intently.

“I-uh…”

“Go! Record now!” I shout, ambushing him. It needs to come naturally, I don't want him to think about it too much. He fumbles for a second but manages to hit record.

Both of my hands jump into action, one rubbing the belt while the other caresses across the rest of my body. His eyes grow wide.

“Mmm,” I whimper, waiting for him to say something. A slight panic betrays how unprepared he is. He tenses up as his mind races for something.

“Fuck this is so hot.” His voice is still panicky, but he manages to pull together. “How badly do you want to cum?”

“So badly,” I whine back. He's getting better, but still not there.

“I bet you would give anything for me to fuck you right now. I…uhhh”

Just as he begins to flounder again, something clicks in him. I see the uncertainty melt away as his expression suddenly turns stern.

“Look into my eyes.”

No wavering in his voice this time, just assertive and calm.

I whimper. Not a fake, dramatized moan like usual, but deep, guttural whimper that barges out uncontrollably.

He leans closer, right above me.

“When this thing finally comes off, I want you to think of this, me standing here as you helplessly try to touch yourself. When you finally cum, remember how you feel now, horny and desperate, a little performing slut, enjoying every second of it. Never forget what you really are.”

I melt away, soaking up every word as I feel myself shrink even further. I want to say something back, anything to keep him going, but before I can he leans back and stops the video.

Once again it takes a second for me to break my primal urges that have taken over, his last line leaving my head spinning as I attempt to regain some dignity. This isn't his first rodeo apparently.

“Wow. That was incredible. It looked like you really enjoyed that, even with that belt thing on.”

I chuckle as I stand and take the phone from him, eased by his relaxing demeanor again. There's no hiding the full erection now pulling taut on his gym shorts now. I point down to it as I begin to re-dress, my submissive state receding in the process.

“Well, it seems like you enjoyed that as well. I'll leave you alone, I'm sure you'll be taking a few minutes in the bathroom to…take care of that.”

He blushes as I finish with my clothing and walk past him.

“Thank you Jonah.”

He looks like he wants to stay something, but holds his tongue as I exit the locker room.

By the time I get back to the car, the adrenaline or whatever was fueling me wears off. Surprisingly, the wave of anxiety I expect doesn’t follow. No regret, no embarrassment, no shame.

Just a euphoric high and a desire for more.

Before I drive away, I take my phone out and rewatch the video. His words blare through the tiny phone speakers as I watch myself, seeing the scene through his eyes. It's no surprise he was hard as a rock by the end. I wonder if he's in the bathroom right now, touching himself, playing back the memory like I am now. I wish I could see that. I wanted to rip those taut shorts down so badly.

I snap back and close the video. There will be time for fantasy later. For now there is only one thing left to do. With a few taps the video is off to Andrea and the first task is done.

Three more

This story is based on a true story. Therefore, all locations, names and some details are changed to protect the identity of those mentioned and involved. I tell you this story as best as my memory serves me, though conversation and actions might've been changed to keep it shorted and compelling.

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For previous parts, start here: https://www.reddit.com/r/EroticWriting/comments/1q5naxj/breeding_madelyn_the_work_trip_part_1_m32f32/

The week had been absolute torture.

Sitting across from her in sterile meeting rooms. Watching her present financial reports to clients in tailored suits. Passing her in the brightly lit hallway. Every single moment perfectly professional. Every single moment absolute agony.

We had texted constantly. Secret, filthy messages sent during boring conference calls. Late-night conversations that quickly devolved into phone sex. But we could not actually meet. She had been slammed with a massive project, and do we not all love the company's motto, "Work hard, play hard," with a heavy emphasis on the work part.

"Soon," she had texted late last night. "Tomorrow. My flat. 7 PM. I need you."

Now, I stood outside her building in Kensington. Kensington, of all places. The building looked incredibly expensive and highly elegant. Bloody hell, there was even a uniformed doorman who had looked at me like I definitely did not belong there.

And to be perfectly fair to him, I probably did not.

I took the silent elevator up. Fifth floor. My heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. A week without touching her felt like an eternity. I found her door. Number 52. I took a deep breath, knocked softly, and the door opened almost instantly.

Madelyn stood there. Barefoot. Faded jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Her dark blonde hair was completely down, framing her face. Absolutely no makeup. She was breathtakingly gorgeous.

"Hi stranger," she smiled softly.

"Hello," I replied, my voice already thick.

We stood there for a heartbeat. Just looking at each other, letting the reality of being alone together wash over us.

Then she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me aggressively inside.

Her flat was stunning. A massive, open-plan living space. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the London skyline. Dark hardwood floors. Incredibly expensive furniture. Tasteful modern art on the walls. Everything was flawless, elegant, and entirely out of my league.

I felt completely out of place.

She locked the heavy door behind me with a loud click. She turned to face me.

"It is different here, isn't it?" she said quietly. She must have seen that I was rather intimidated by the place.

"Yeah."

"Good different or bad different?"

I looked around. At her life. Her world. Then back at her waiting eyes.

"I... I do not know yet." I was not entirely sure if this was a world I would ever feel comfortable in.

She crossed the space between us slowly. She put her soft hands flat on my chest. "Do not do that, Tim. Do not make this about... that."

"It is hard not to. This place is..." I gestured vaguely around the massive room. "Grand?"

"You are the man I have been completely desperate for all week. That is absolutely all that matters."

She kissed me. Soft at first, tasting like anticipation. Then deeper, her tongue parting my lips.

I pulled her flush against my body. A week of wanting her flooded violently through me.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily.

"I missed you," she whispered against my jaw.

"It has been one single day since I saw you at work."

"That does not count. I missed you. This. Us."

"Me too."

She took my hand, leading me to the massive, plush sofa. She sat down, looking up at me through her lashes.

"My feet are absolutely killing me. I have been in heels all day."

I smiled, dropping to my knees right in front of her. "Let me help."

I took her right foot gently in my hands. I started massaging. My thumbs pressing firmly into her high arch. My fingers working out the tight tension in her soles.

She sighed happily, leaning her head back against the cushions. "God, that feels so good."

"You work too hard."

"I had to keep busy. Otherwise, all I did was think about you."

I worked her foot slowly. The skin was impossibly soft on the top, slightly rougher on her heel where the expensive shoes had rubbed all day. It was warm from being enclosed. I could feel the delicate bones beneath the skin, the elegant arch, the way her foot curved perfectly into my palms.

My thumbs pressed deeper into the arch. I found the tight knots and worked them slowly, rhythmically. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed.

"What exactly did you think about?" I asked.

"Paris." Her face turned into a very naughty smile. "Your mouth. Your cock. How you made me feel," she quickly added.

I moved to her toes. I massaged each one individually. Pressing, rubbing, pulling gently. Her toes were slender, the nails freshly painted a soft, elegant pink. Perfect.

I brought her foot to my mouth. I kissed her smooth ankle. The skin there was incredibly delicate and thin. I could actually feel her pulse beating rapidly beneath my lips.

"What else?" I asked between soft kisses.

"How desperate I was to see you again. How much I wanted you deep inside me."

I kissed her arch. Her heel. Then I took her big toe entirely into my mouth. I sucked it gently, swirling my tongue around the nail.

She gasped sharply. "Tim..."

I released her toe with a soft pop. I moved to the next one. Kissing. Sucking. Worshipping each one meticulously. I could taste her skin, clean, slightly salty, and uniquely her.

My cock was hardening painfully just from this. From kneeling before her. From serving her. From having her elegant foot in my hands and in my mouth.

I moved to her other foot. The exact same treatment. The massage first. Working out all the built-up tension. Then the worship. Slow, wet kisses up her ankle. Up her calf.

She was breathing much heavier now. Her legs were spreading slightly on the sofa.

"I want to worship you," I murmured against her skin. "Every single part of you."

I kissed further up her calf. Higher. Reaching her soft inner thigh.

"Bedroom?" she breathed, her voice shaking.

"Yes."

Her bedroom was just as elegant as the rest of the flat. A massive, luxurious bed. More floor-to-ceiling windows. Soft, warm lighting.

We undressed each other in the centre of the room. Slow. Deliberate. A week of intense wanting making every single touch feel electric. When she was completely naked, I guided her to the edge of the mattress. She lay back, her dark blonde hair spreading across the pillows. She spread her legs wide for me. I knelt comfortably between them. I just looked at her for a long moment.

"You are so breathtakingly beautiful," I said.

"Stop staring and touch me."

I smiled. I leaned down and kissed her inner thigh. Then higher. Then higher still.

My first real taste of her in a week.

She moaned loudly, her head throwing back. I guessed there was absolutely no holding back here, as there were no thin hotel walls or colleagues in adjacent rooms to worry about.

Just us.

I licked directly through her folds. Slow. Savoring the moment. She was already incredibly wet. I could taste her instantly, salt and sweet and something dark and tangy, something that was entirely Madelyn. The exact taste I had been craving for seven days.

Her pussy was gorgeous. Pink and heavily swollen. Her inner lips were much darker, sticking out proudly and glistening brightly with her arousal. Her clit was already peeking out from beneath its hood, begging for attention. I could smell her heavy musk, clean but intoxicatingly dirty.

"Fuck," she breathed, her hands tangling in the sheets. "I completely forgot how good your tongue feels."

I worked her slowly. Broad, flat, wet strokes with my tongue. Licking all the way from her tight entrance right up to her clit. Then sliding back down. Tasting absolutely everything. Feeling the different, complex textures. Her soft outer lips, the much firmer inner lips, the thick slickness of her arousal coating every inch.

She was getting wetter by the second. I could physically feel it. I could taste the change. Her excitement was rapidly building. I focused my entire attention on her clit. I circled the hard little pearl with just the pointed tip of my tongue. Very light pressure. Teasing her and making her body instinctively react to my touches.

"Oh god, yes."

I flicked it gently. Her hips instantly bucked off the mattress.

I sucked it gently into my warm mouth. She cried out loudly.

"Tell me exactly what you feel," I demanded against her wet skin.

"I feel your tongue. God, your tongue is so perfect. The way you circle my clit, the pressure, the... oh fuck!"

I slid one finger smoothly inside her while I continued to lick. I felt her pussy aggressively grip it immediately. She was incredibly hot. Wet. Unbelievably soft inside. I could feel the distinct texture of her inner walls, ridged and actively pulsing around my digit.

"More," she gasped, her legs opening wider. "I need more."

I added a second finger. She was so incredibly wet that they slid in effortlessly. I curved them slightly upward. I found that highly sensitive spot deep inside her. The soft, spongy area at the top that always made her gasp.

"Right there. Do not stop. Please do not stop."

I worked both areas perfectly. My tongue flicking her clit. My fingers deep inside her applying the exact right pressure, heavily stroking that spot. Her pussy was gripping my fingers tighter and tighter. Getting exponentially wetter. I could hear the loud, sloppy wet sounds filling the quiet room. I could feel her thick arousal completely coating my hand and wrist.

"Another finger. Please, Tim. Fill me."

I added a third. Three thick fingers buried inside her now. Physically stretching her open. She moaned loudly, a deep, primal sound.

"Yes. God, yes. That is perfect."

I fucked her ruthlessly with my fingers. Slow, deep, and highly considerate strokes. Meanwhile, my tongue worked her clit. Much faster now. Applying significantly more pressure.

She was making the most beautiful, high-pitched sounds. Moaning constantly. Gasping for air. Her hands were tangled violently in my hair. Her legs were floating in the air, trembling uncontrollably.

Then she did something incredibly subtle. She shifted her hips upward and spread her legs even wider. One hand reached back blindly beneath her arse.

A filthy hint. And I understood completely.

I gathered a massive amount of saliva in my mouth. I let it drip thickly from my lips. Past her swollen pussy. Straight down between her cheeks. Generously coating her puckered arsehole.

She gasped sharply. "Oooh, God. Yes."

I moved my face lower. I kept my three fingers actively fucking her pussy, but I shifted my mouth down. I licked a wet path past her vaginal opening. Straight down to her arsehole.

"Yes," she sighed, so softly I could barely hear it over her heavy breathing.

I licked her right there. I traced a slow, wet circle around her tight arsehole with my tongue. She was incredibly tight. The skin felt different here, much more textured, much darker. I could taste my own heavy saliva flawlessly mixed with her unique scent.

"Oooh, Tim," she reached out, blindly grabbing my arm, and squeezed it hard.

I licked it again. I pressed the firm tip of my tongue directly against her tight sphincter. Teasing the entrance with light, probing pressure. She was moaning constantly now, and it was absolute music to my ears. My fingers were still working vigorously inside her soaking pussy. My tongue relentlessly exploring her arse.

I gathered more saliva and used my tongue to expertly apply it directly onto her arsehole. I watched it pool and glisten there. Then I licked it again. It was much wetter now. Incredibly slick.

I pulled my hand back slightly. My thumb, now completely wet with her thick arousal and my own spit, slowly circled her arsehole. She instinctively pushed her hips back against the pressure.

I pushed slowly backward. Just the broad tip of my thumb. She was so incredibly tight. But she slowly opened for me. Yielding and accepting my thumb. I pulled my head back just enough to watch it completely disappear into her tight arsehole.

She moaned, a deep, guttural sound.

I pushed a little deeper, moving incredibly slowly, until my thumb was buried inside her arse to the first knuckle. I moved my head back up to her dripping pussy and placed my wet tongue firmly back onto her swollen clit. Three fingers deep in her pussy. One thumb buried in her arse. She moaned loudly as I worked both her holes simultaneously, and she began moving her hips along with my rhythm. I perfectly matched her movements to give her as much pleasure as physically possible.

"You absolutely love this, do you not?" I said between wet licks. "You love being filled up everywhere."

"Yes. Fuck yes. Do not stop. Please do not ever stop."

I worked all four points of contact. Building a frantic, unstoppable rhythm. Tongue flicking her clit. Fingers rapidly pumping her pussy. Thumb thrusting smoothly in her arse.

"You are such a dirty girl," I growled, my tongue vibrating against her clit. "My beautiful, incredibly dirty girl."

"Your dirty girl. Only yours. God, Tim, I am so close."

I felt the pressure building massively. Her pussy was clenching violently around my three fingers. Her arsehole was squeezing incredibly tight around my thumb. Her clit was swollen, hard, and throbbing directly under my tongue.

"Tim, something feels different. I think I need to..."

"Let it happen," I commanded. "I want to feel absolutely everything."

"But I think... oh shit..."

I did not stop for a second. I was entirely lost in the moment and kept the brutal rhythm going. Tongue flicking her clit relentlessly. Fingers curling deep inside her pussy, ruthlessly stroking that spot. Thumb moving steadily in her arse. Building. Building.

"Tim, I am going to... I cannot..." Her desperate words were barely distinguishable from her frantic moans and groans.

She came.

Liquid gushed violently from her pussy. This was not just wetness. Actual, clear fluid drenched out of her. Pulsing out forcefully, not just once or twice, but at least five distinct, heavy times. It completely soaked my face. It ran in thick streams down my chin and hand. It dripped heavily onto the expensive bedsheets beneath her. With massive, uncontrollable force, she pushed her hips violently against my face, and I happily let myself get buried in her gorgeous, wet lips.

She screamed loudly. Madelyn has the tendency to be vocal about her orgasms, but this scream was something new. Her entire body convulsed. Her pussy clamped down mercilessly on my fingers. Her arsehole squeezed impossibly tight around my thumb. Massive contractions rippled visibly through her entire body.

I pulled my face back slightly, entirely shocked, just watching her. She was squirting. Actually, genuinely squirting. Clear, warm fluid pulsing rapidly from her pussy with each violent contraction. There was so much of it. It ran heavily down her thighs. It soaked a massive patch into the sheets. It splashed warmly onto my chest and chin.

"Oh my god, oh my god, what is happening..." she cried out, her voice a mix of pure pleasure and utter shock. "Tim, I am... what is that?"

I smiled, incredibly pleased with myself and the completely ruined situation, and I dove right back in. I licked directly through the flood. I tasted it. It was very different from her usual arousal. It was much clearer, significantly less thick, and slightly sweeter. It just kept coming. Pulsing out heavily with each new contraction.

More liquid. Soaking absolutely everything. My face was absolutely drenched, and I loved every second of it. I could feel it running in rivulets down my neck. Her thighs were trembling violently. In fact, her entire body was shaking uncontrollably on the mattress.

I did not stop. I kept licking her relentlessly. I kept my fingers buried inside her. I made her completely ride it out. Wave after overwhelming wave. More fluid pulsing out onto my face.

Finally, the intense waves began to subside. The heavy liquid flow slowed to a trickle, then stopped. She collapsed backward onto the pillows, breathing incredibly hard, tears of pure overstimulation streaming down her flushed cheeks.

"What was that?" she gasped, her eyes wide. "I have never... did I just... did I pee on you?"

"No," I laughed, wiping my eyes. "You squirted."

"What?" She seemed completely dazed, staring at the ceiling.

"You squirted. All over my face. All over the bed. Everywhere."

She looked entirely mortified for a fraction of a second. Then she saw my expression.

"You look..." she started, a breathless laugh escaping her. "Oh my god, your face!"

I climbed slowly up her body. My face was completely soaked. Glistening under the bedroom lights. "I loved it. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. You are fucking incredible."

"Really?" She was still desperately catching her breath and suffering from intense post-orgasm trembling.

"So fucking hot." I kissed her deeply, deliberately letting her taste her own fluids right off my lips. "I want to make you do that again. And again. I want to entirely drown in it."

She laughed, a weak, happy sound. She was still breathing hard, her body trembling against mine. "I do not know if I physically can. That was... intense." She raised her eyebrows and nodded slightly, as if trying to convince herself this had actually just happened. "I honestly thought something was wrong. I thought I could not hold it."

"Absolutely nothing is wrong. That is exactly what is supposed to happen. You just needed the right stimulation."

"I have never squirted before. Not once. I never even thought I was capable of it."

"Well, now I know you are. And I am going to make you do it every single chance I get."

I kissed her again. A deep, intense, passionate kiss this time, where our wet tongues met and aggressively licked one another. She could fully taste herself. She could taste her own squirt completely coating my tongue.

"Your turn," she said suddenly, pushing me gently but firmly away.

She pushed me flat onto my back. She climbed eagerly between my spread legs.

She took my thick cock in her soft hand. She stroked me slowly. I was absolutely rock hard from making her squirt. From tasting her fluids. From the visual of all that liquid pulsing violently from her body.

"I have been thinking about this all week," she whispered, her eyes dark. "Your cock deep in my mouth."

I used my forearm to wipe away as much of her cum from my face as I could while she leaned down. In one smooth, deliberate motion, she dragged her wet tongue from the absolute base right to the tip, and then took me entirely into her hot mouth.

I let out a guttural groan to let her know exactly how much I appreciated her doing that. A full week without her mouth. A week of using my own hand while desperately thinking about her. This was absolute heaven. She pulled my foreskin all the way back and licked aggressively all around the sensitive base of my swollen head. Looking down, I could see every single thick vein in my cock, pumped entirely full of blood.

She worked me with incredible enthusiasm. Sucking hard. Drooling shamelessly. Making a filthy mess exactly the way she knew I loved. Her warm saliva was running in thick streams down my shaft. Her lips stretched perfectly around my girth while her tongue did the hidden, magical work inside her mouth. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the quiet room. For several long minutes, she gave me an absolute masterclass demonstration in sucking cock.

Then, I felt something entirely unexpected.

Her free hand moved lower. Reaching between my legs. Slipping behind my heavy balls. Light, teasing touches. Exploring territory she had not touched before.

"Oh, shit," I uttered, my hips twitching.

She did not stop sucking for a second. She just kept touching. Gentle, agonizing circles. Teasing the sensitive skin.

Then her finger, completely wet with her own saliva, pressed lightly against my tight arsehole.

I gasped sharply. "Madelyn, what are you..."

She pulled off my cock with a wet pop. She looked up at me, her lips shining. "Trust me. Do you like it?"

The pressure was very light. Just slowly circling. Teasing the entrance. It was strange, but definitely not unpleasant.

"I... fuck... yeah."

"Can I try more?"

"Yes."

She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye. She blatantly spat a thick glob of saliva directly onto her finger. More lubrication. Then she circled my arsehole again. It was much wetter now. Incredibly slick.

"Tell me if it is ever too much," she whispered.

She pressed forward slowly. Very, very slowly. Just the broad tip of her finger. I felt myself instinctively opening for her. This sensation was completely new. Strange. Intensely vulnerable. Overwhelming.

"Oh..."

"Too much?" she asked, pausing immediately.

"No. It's fine. It is just... a bit different."

She pushed in deeper. Slowly. Millimetre by agonizing millimetre. Until her slick finger was completely inside me to the first knuckle.

Then she started moving. Slowly. In and out. Just a little bit. Testing the waters.

All while her hot mouth went right back to aggressively work on my cock.

The dual sensation was mind-melting. Her hot, wet mouth ruthlessly sucking me. Her talented tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge. Her finger deep in my arse, moving gently up and down.

"Holy shit, Madelyn," I groaned, unable to believe this was actually happening.

She hummed happily around my cock. The heavy vibration combined with absolutely everything else sent pure electricity shooting through my spine. She pushed her finger slightly deeper. She found a swollen spot deep inside me. She pressed firmly against it.

My entire body jerked violently off the bed. "Do not stop," I commanded blindly.

She pulled off my cock, gasping for air, but kept her finger moving steadily inside me.

"Does it feel good?" she panted.

"It feels intense. Like, really fucking intense."

"Good intense?"

"Yes. Do not stop."

She went right back to sucking. Much faster now. Her finger actively working deep inside me. Pressing rhythmically against that highly sensitive spot. The sensation was completely overwhelming. entirely new. My cock felt harder, thicker than it ever had in my life. Every single nerve ending was completely on fire.

I desperately wanted to tell her that I was going to cum, but I physically could not speak anymore. I felt my entire body trembling. Every muscle locking up. She sucked harder. Moved her slick finger faster. Pressed much harder against that spot inside me.

I wanted to move my arm and tap her gently on the head to signal that I was about to erupt, but I could not move my limbs anymore. I was entirely possessed by this intense, blinding feeling racing through my body and completely claiming it.

"I am..." were the only coherent words that I could utter.

She did not pull off. She did not stop. She just kept going. Mouth vacuum-sealed on my cock. Finger thrusting in my arse.

I came.

The orgasm absolutely ripped through me. Completely different from any I had ever experienced. It started deep, deep inside my core. Radiating violently outward. Pulse after massive pulse. It was significantly more intense. It lasted much longer. My whole body was shaking more violently than I thought possible.

I came completely down her throat. I felt the boiling hot cum race through the tip of my cock with such massive speed that it must have shot right to the very back of her throat. She kept sucking relentlessly. Kept her finger pressed firmly inside me. Expertly milking the massive orgasm. Forcing it to last.

Finally, the intense waves began to subside. I collapsed backward onto the pillows, completely gasping for air.

She pulled off incredibly slowly, her lips parting with a sticky sound. She pulled her finger out gently. She looked at me, her cheeks slightly bulged with my massive load in her mouth. Then, maintaining burning eye contact, she deliberately let some of it drip out. It ran thickly down her chin. Onto her pale chest. Down onto her heavy breasts. She reached up and actively rubbed my warm cum directly into her own nipples. Completely coating them. Making them glisten white under the lights.

"Fuck," I breathed, utterly mesmerized. "That is so incredibly hot."

She swallowed the rest with a loud, visible gulp. Then she looked down at her own breasts. Completely covered in my cum.

"I wanted to feel it on my skin," she whispered.

I pulled her up by her waist. I kissed her deeply. I tasted my own salty cum right off her tongue. I looked down at her beautiful breasts. My thick cum shining on her hard nipples.

"You are absolutely perfect," I said.

We lay there for a long moment. Both desperately recovering. Both breathing incredibly hard.

Not even five minutes later, a wicked idea hit me.

"Come here," I said, sitting up. "I want to try something."

I stood up. I took her soft hand. I led her directly toward the massive floor-to-ceiling window.

"Tim, what are you..."

"Trust me."

The glittering city lights of London spread out endlessly below us. Tall buildings directly across the way. Dozens of lit windows where people might easily look out and see us.

I positioned her right in front of the cold glass. Her back was to me.

"Put your hands flat on the glass," I ordered.

She did. She looked at me in the dark reflection. Complete understanding dawning in her eyes.

"You want to fuck me right here? Pressed against the window?"

"Yes. I want to watch you take it in the reflection. I want to see the entire city right behind us. I want to risk someone seeing us."

She smiled, a feral, dirty curve of her lips. She spread her legs wide. "Then do it. I am completely yours. Do whatever you want with me."

Something fundamental shifted in that exact moment. Her saying those words. Entirely meaning them.

I stepped forward and pressed flush against her back. My hard cock pressed right against her swollen pussy. She was still incredibly wet. From squirting so heavily. From her intense arousal. From my own cum flawlessly mixed with everything else.

"You are so fucking wet," I growled in her ear.

"Because I need you. I have needed you inside me all week. Now fuck me."

I pushed inside. One long, brutal stroke. Buried completely to the hilt.

We both let out a loud moan. We watched ourselves intently in the reflection. The glass was cool against her palms. Her hard nipples pressed to the pane. The blurry city lights shining brightly behind us.

"Fuck, I missed this so much," she gasped. "Missed feeling your cock deep inside me."

I started moving. Slow, agonizing thrusts at first. Watching us. My hips pistoning forward. Her soft body pressed securely against the glass. The dark reflection showing absolutely everything we were doing.

"You feel so incredibly good," I murmured, kissing her shoulder.

"You feel perfect. God, Tim, you fill me so perfectly."

I thrust harder. The loud, wet sound of skin slapping skin echoed. The heavy window actually vibrated slightly under our weight.

"What if someone sees us?" I asked, my voice dark.

"I do not care. Let them watch you completely ruin me."

I grabbed a fistful of her hair. I pulled her head back gently but firmly, exposing her neck. She gasped sharply.

"You like that?"

"Yes. God, yes. More."

I pulled slightly harder. It was not painful. Just firm. Completely controlling. She moaned in submission.

"Tell me exactly what you want," I demanded.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to entirely use me."

"Use you?"

"Yes. I am yours. You can do absolutely whatever you want with my body."

I thrust harder. Much faster. Intently watching her flushed face in the reflection. The way her mouth fell open in a silent scream. The way her eyes squeezed shut and fluttered open with every brutal thrust.

"You are so breathtakingly beautiful like this," I said.

"I am your girl."

"My girl."

I reached around her waist. I found her swollen clit. I rubbed it firmly and rhythmically while I ruthlessly fucked her from behind.

"Oh god, yes..." she wailed.

"What else are you?" I pressed.

"I am your..." she hesitated for a fraction of a second.

"Say it."

"I am your slut."

Hearing her actually say the word made my control snap. I fucked her infinitely harder. "That is right. My dirty little slut."

"Yes. Your slut. Your dirty girl who absolutely loves your cock."

I thrust deeper. Harder. "My dirty, incredibly rich girl who loves getting brutally fucked."

She moaned much louder, her breath fogging the glass. "Yes. Fuck, yes."

"What would your fancy family think if they saw you acting like this?"

"I do not care. I do not care about anything in the world except this. Except you inside me."

I wanted to mark her. I gathered a large amount of saliva in my mouth. I leaned forward and deliberately let a thick, heavy string of drool drip directly past her ear, landing right inside her open mouth.

She swallowed it greedily, licking her lips. "Yes," she hissed. "Make me messy. Completely mark me."

I leaned over her shoulder. I let another thick drop of saliva fall heavily onto her puckered arsehole. I watched it pool and glisten in the reflection.

My thumb instantly found her slick arsehole. I pressed the broad tip firmly against the tight ring.

"Please," she begged, grinding back against my hand. "There too. Fill me up everywhere."

I pushed my thumb smoothly inside her arse. Not entirely deep. Just to the first knuckle. Just enough to stretch her while my thick cock relentlessly pounded her soaking pussy.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, that is... it is too much... do not stop!"

"You love it. You love having your tight arse played with while I destroy your pussy."

"I do. God, I am such a complete slut for you."

"My slut. My perfect, filthy slut."

I fucked her brutally. My thumb thrusting in her arse. My hand furiously rubbing her clit. My cock pistoning deep in her pussy. All three points of intense pleasure working flawlessly together.

"Tell me you want my baby," I commanded, my voice raw.

"I want your baby."

"Say you want me to breed you right now."

"I want you to breed me. I want you to completely knock me up."

"Right here? Against the window in your fancy flat? You want me to put my baby inside you?"

"Yes. God, yes. Breed me. Fill me up. I do not care about anything else. Just you. Just this."

I was getting incredibly close. An entire week of wanting her. Of needing her. It was all rapidly building to a breaking point.

"I am going to cum," I warned loudly.

"Do it. Breed me. Fill me up. Make me entirely yours."

I thrust as deep as I physically could. I pressed my thumb deeper into her tight arse. I rubbed her clit as hard as I could.

"Tell me how it feels," I grunted, my body locking up. "Tell me what it feels like when I fill you."

And then I came.

"It feels so hot," she screamed, watching us in the glass. "I can feel you shooting inside me. It is so thick. It is filling me up completely. You are breeding me!"

Pulse after massive pulse of boiling hot cum pumped aggressively into her womb. Filling her completely. Breeding her just like she asked.

She came violently alongside me. Triggered entirely by feeling my heavy release. Her pussy clamped down like a vice. Milking my shaft. Taking absolutely everything I had to give.

"Yes, yes, fill me, breed me, oh god!"

We stayed entirely locked together against the glass. Both of us shaking violently. Both of us gasping for air. The window was freezing cold against her flushed skin. The bright city lights blurred below us. Our ruined reflection showing absolutely everything.

I pulled out incredibly slowly. We both watched intently in the window's reflection as my dark cock emerged. Still half-hard. Completely glistening wet with our fluids.

"Turn around," I commanded softly. "I want to see."

She turned slowly. She leaned her bare back against the cold window. The sudden chill of the glass made her gasp sharply. She spread her legs wide for me.

I knelt on the hardwood floor. I watched closely as my thick cum immediately started to leak from her swollen pussy.

First, one heavy, thick drop. Then another. Stark white against her flushed pink flesh. Dripping slowly down her inner thigh.

"Fuck," I breathed in awe. "Look at that."

She looked down at herself. "I am so full of you."

"You look so incredibly good like this. Completely used and entirely filled with my cum."

More leaked out, a steady, messy stream. I could not stop watching. The visual was beyond incredible. My seed dripping freely from her body. The ultimate physical evidence of what I had just done to her.

"Touch it," she whispered.

I reached up with two fingers. I caught the dripping, warm cum before it could fall further. Then, I slowly, deliberately pushed it right back inside her dripping hole.

She gasped loudly. "Yes. Keep it inside me."

"I want you completely full of me. I want my cum resting deep inside you."

"I am full. So incredibly full."

I fingered her very gently. Actively working my own cum deeper inside her canal. Both of us watching in silence. My fingers disappearing completely inside her. Coming out heavily coated in thick cum and her clear arousal. Pushing right back in.

"This is so incredibly dirty," she breathed, her eyes dark.

"You love it."

"I do. God help me, Tim, I fucking love it."

We finally made it back to the bed. Barely. We still could not stop touching each other for a single second.

She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down. We kissed. Deep. Desperate. Soul-searching.

"Again," she whispered fiercely. "I need you again."

"Already?" I laughed softly.

"I have waited an entire week. I need much more of you."

I was already hardening again against her thigh. She reached down with a sure hand. She expertly guided me directly inside her. She was still incredibly wet from earlier. From my thick cum. From her continuous arousal.

This time we lay face to face. Very slow. Intensely intimate.

"I missed you so much," she said, her voice breaking slightly.

"I missed you too."

We moved flawlessly together. A gentle, rocking rhythm. Looking deeply into each other's eyes.

"Tell me exactly what you are thinking," she whispered, brushing my hair back.

"I am thinking about how completely obsessed I am with you. How absolutely crazy you make me."

"I am crazy for you too. Completely fucking crazy."

"Why?" I asked genuinely. "Why are you so insatiable for this?"

She looked at me. She really, truly looked at me, stripping away every defence.

"Because I have never been able to be this raw with anyone in my entire life. This real. All my life I have had to be absolutely perfect. Polished. Say the exact right things. Date the correct people. Be the exact person my wealthy family wanted."

She paused. She moved her hips slowly, deliberately, ensuring she kept me deep inside her.

"But with you... I can just be me. I can be messy and primal and entirely real. You do not judge me for being dirty. You actively love it. You make me feel completely free."

I kissed her softly. "You are free. With me, you are always free."

"I am your dirty girl."

"My beautiful, perfect dirty girl. My perfect slut."

We came together again. Much slower this time. Gentler. But the emotional weight made it incredibly intense.

When it was finally over, we did not separate. We just stayed entirely connected. Holding each other fiercely in the quiet room.

We lay completely tangled in her expensive sheets. Both of us covered in sweat, spit, and drying cum. Completely and utterly wrecked.

"Holy fuck," she breathed into the silence.

"Yeah."

"That was..."

"I know."

Silence stretched for a long moment. Just the sound of us breathing. Processing the absolute madness of the evening.

Then she laughed, a bright, clear sound. "How was work today?"

The question was so jarringly normal. So absurdly mundane after the absolute filth of what we had just done against her window.

I laughed too, pulling her closer. "Absolute torture. Sitting directly across from you in that strategy meeting. All I could think about was doing exactly this."

"Me too. I desperately wanted to climb right across the boardroom table and kiss you in front of absolutely everyone."

"That would have been a catastrophic HR nightmare."

"Totally worth it, though."

More comfortable silence.

Then she shifted slightly in my arms. "Tim?"

"Yeah?"

"My period should have started exactly three days ago."

My heart completely stopped beating in my chest. "Should have?"

"It is officially late. It could just be stress. It could be all the travel. It could be..." She paused, her voice dropping to a terrified whisper. "I could be pregnant."

I processed that heavy information. Three days late. We had had unprotected sex how many times in Paris? And just now. Twice. Breeding her exactly like she begged.

"How do you actually feel about that?" I asked, choosing my words very carefully.

"Scared. Excited. Completely terrified. Happy. Totally confused. Absolutely everything all at once." She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. "You?"

"The exact same. All of it."

"What do we do?"

"We wait. We see if it comes. If it does not... we go buy a test. And if that is positive... we figure it out."

"Together?"

"Of course together. I am not going anywhere."

She curled tighter into my chest, letting out a long breath. "Stay tonight?"

"Yeah. I will stay."

We lay there in the dark. Her safe in my arms. Both of us wondering about the future. Both of us scared. Both of us hoping. Both of us not entirely sure which outcome we actually wanted more.

Outside, the massive city of London hummed with continuous life. Inside, we slowly drifted toward an exhausted sleep.

Whatever the hell happened next, we would face it together.

I was sitting at my kitchen table thinking about how my boyfriend, Brad, was so wonderful to me these past nine years we’ve been together.

We started dating late in second year of university. Right from the start, our relationship has been awesome. When we met, Brad was a tall blonde biology student and kind of a nature hippie. He had his hair in dreadlocks, but now he kept it cut short.

He was handsome about six feet tall, and had a swimmer's body. Not cut, but nice and toned. He was blessed with a really lovely big thick cock that never failed to satisfy me.

He was an imaginative, fun, and enthusiastic lover and he had always put my pleasure before his, which I appreciated and tried to pay back.

The first two years we were together we fucked like rabbits every chance we got. I have, or had, a quite high sex drive, and a few kinks to boot, which kind of got me in trouble in the first couple years of college, just before I met Brad.

After we both graduated college, we moved in together and Brad got an awesome job he loves as a field biologist although he doesn’t make a ton of money.

I continued on to graduate school to pursue my law degree. I found law school much more difficult than college and I was stressed out all the time.

I was trying to get through a two-year law degree, with an additional two-year specialization track, that would qualify me for a top job in environmental law. It was four years of hell but I got through it.

Then I had to intern at a law firm and study for and pass the bar exam which took another year and it was just as stressful as school, but I did it.

Then I started fighting like hell to get a good job without much success, which stressed me out so much. I felt like I had wasted all this time and money on school for nothing.

All of this stress over the last few years had slowly started to ruined our sex life. We still had sex but for the past two years I found that I just couldn’t get into it at all. All that I had energy and desire for was the occasional vanilla sex once a month or so sometimes less.

I knew that it bothered Brad. He felt tricked; I was so enthusiastic about sex when we first got together, but shortly after I started grad school, my sex drive just started deflating.

I’m still so in love with him and have been hoping for a long time now that he will ask me to marry him. I can’t help but think that we would be married now if it weren’t for the poor quality of our sex life. I was even sometimes worried that he would leave me. But he has been mostly pretty good about it.

But as I sat enjoying my coffee, I was a few months into my new job and I was killing it. I loved going to work every day, my stress was way down and for the past three weeks or so I found that my sex drive was coming back at first slowly but for the past few days, big time.

Brad‘s birthday was coming up this Sunday and I was determined to start to turn around our sex life. It was Thursday morning and I was working from home as I sometimes do. Brad had asked me to take off Friday and reminded me that Monday was a holiday, but I didn’t know what he was planning.

I was distracted from my work fantasizing about how I might get our sex life to improve and I was getting a kind of horny so I gave up on work for a bit and started shopping online for lingerie at the local sex shop’s website.

I hadn’t put on lingerie for Brad without him begging me to in a long time and I thought I’d really surprise him by getting something more kinky than usual.

I found a hot looking black lace corset with open sherif cups. It came with matching lace garter straps, thigh high fishnet stockings and a sheer black g-string.

I thought maybe Sunday morning sometime I would sneak off put it on and wait lying on our bed for him to find me and tell him to ravish me. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he walks in our room and finds me.

Then I was going to wait till we were doing it missionary like usual and ask to go on top. He would think that it’s my big attempt at spicy birthday sex and secretly be disappointed.

But then I will throw my leg over him arch my back and wave my round ass and chubby pussy right in his face as I start sucking his pretty cock. We haven’t 69ed in forever and I remember he used to love it. He will never see it coming and can’t stop fantasizing about doing it.

I tried to go back to work for a while but after only ten minutes again I found myself fantasizing about Brad’s reaction when I suddenly put my ass and pussy in his face.

Then something came over me I got up from my desk and headed to our bedroom just inside the door I hurriedly stripped until I was completely naked I went and got the full length mirror from the back of the bathroom door and laid it on its side against our pillows, at the foot of our bed our closet doors we’re also mirrors so this would let me see Brad‘s point of view as I practised.

I crawled to the middle of the bed positioned myself on all fours and looked into the closet mirror there was my reflection staring back at me and a good view of my big round ass, in the mirror on the pillows behind me. I continue to study the view that Brad would have, the afternoon sun poured in through the window and glistened in the short mop of fine blonde hair between my legs not concealing much of of the plump curved mounds of flesh beneath.

Suddenly I felt silly. My face and hanging breasts had caught my gaze and I was giving myself a questioning look. What was I doing. I was just about to get up and get dressed and go back to work when I thought of Brad.

I took a deep breath I closed my eyes and imagined Brad lying back relaxed and aroused having just rolled off me and pulled out of my slick warm pussy. Watching me, eager and curious about what I might do next. An animalistic desire already starting to stir in him. A building need to plunge his cock back inside me and to continue our intercourse.

That part of him, the sexual beast inside him that every man struggles to control. That is what I desired to tease. I wanted to expose myself to it in the most alluring and intimate ways filling it with total lust and aching feverish desire for my body.

Slowly my fantasy started to feel more real. I imagined Brad’s body between my legs I could feel the heat from him on my thighs and I started to feel his eyes on me, taking in the explicit view of my ass and pussy.

I wanted to exposed myself even more. I started to slowly adjust my pose. I slid my hands forward along the bed bringing them closer together. As I bowed forward I imagined my soft hanging tits enveloping his excited cock.

I let my knees slip a little wider apart, I curved my lower back and felt my wet chubby outer lips peel apart slightly. Imaginary Brad’s view was getting more explicit all the time. Finally I rolled my hips sticking my pussy up and out as much as I could. And I froze my position imagining Brad staring and drooling over my wanton display of my sexuality.

After a few seconds of imagining his eyes on me, my own arousal was building, I could feel my clit throbbing and my inner lips blooming, slowly swelling and parting with every beat of my heart. The sensation continue to build and I open my eyes.

The view was amazing my soft curvy mound was sticking out so much as if it was bagging for penetration my outer lips were quite parted revealing glistening pink slit and my clit and Inner petals were poking out covered in heavy thick moisture. I imagined Brad’s building lust having this display a foot in front of his eyes. It’s only made my clit throb more.

I reached back between my legs with one finger gently sliding it down the line of my soft pink lips it slipped between them effortlessly and I gasped. I let my fingers slide slowly up and down a few more times swirling it around my clit in a circle with each pass. It only took a few seconds and I was so close to orgasm and I had an incredible urge to start fingering myself with wild enthusiasm and make myself cum hard.

But I decided to save my pent up sexual desire for Sunday when Brad would really be between my legs. I continue gently teasing myself for another few minutes bringing myself as close to the edge as I dared over and over. Then although it wasn’t easy I stopped, returned the room to normal and put my clothes back on.

I went downstairs, grabbed a bite to eat and jumped in the car I drove to the sex shop and picked up my order. Just after I got back to the house I heard Brad pulling up in the driveway.

I looked out the window and couldn’t believe my eyes. He was getting out of a pearl white convertible Bentley, the same car that I had on my wall as a poster in college when we first met.

I went running out of the house. I was wondering where the hell he got this amazing car. “Hey Brad,” I said, “What’s with the car?” He was beaming at me with a huge smile as he replied. It’s ours for the weekend I won it in a raffle at work. A five day rental we’re going on a road trip for the weekend. I have booked and planned everything.

“You shouldn’t have to plan your own birthday,” I said. He laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it. It was fun. I've actually been fantasizing a lot about this weekend for quite a while.”

He suddenly looked a little embarrassed and red in the face. I shot him a curious look. We went inside the house. I asked, "What exactly are you planning?”

He looked even more embarrassed and nervous. He didn't meet my eye as he replied, “Well, I was sort of hoping that this whole weekend could be... um, all about sex... you see I’ve been fantasizing about playing a exciting sexy sort of game with you for a whole weekend, where I get to dare you to do naughty kinky stuff along the way. So, what do you think? Would you agree to be a slut for me this weekend?”

I was a little surprised he used the word slut. He knows all about the problems I had back in college, but I gave him a reassuring smile and said, “Sounds fun, what kind of dares do you have in mind?”

He looked at me again but now he had a huge grin on his face. I could tell he was surprised that I didn’t shoot him down. Now, more confidently, he said, “Well, first of all I want to choose your clothes for the entire weekend and on top of that I was hoping you would do six naughty dares for me each day and If you chicken out on a dare I get to punish you.”

“Punish me?” I said with a little laugh. “ Sounds hot, what kind of punishment?”

Brad gave me a wicked grin, started blushing even more and said, “I was thinking if your a bad girl then you should be spanked Properly, I will be fully. clothed, you will be completely naked. You will lie face down across my lap. Then I will smack your ass over and over until your cheek is bright pink. Then you will stand up lie down the other way and I’ll make your other cheek just as pink.”

He was so red in the face. I could tell he was still nervous that I was going to shut this whole thing down, but his idea was actually turning me on quite a bit.

I suddenly felt daring, “Yes,” I said excitedly, “and I’m not going to chicken out easily, if I do I’ll”… I hesitated. “You know my deep throat blowjobs, I was… ah, let’s say famous for back in my first year college slut phase, well after you spank me you should put me on my back and fuck my mouth, as deep and as hard as you like…. and cum on my face.”

Brad’s jaw dropped; he couldn't believe what I just had just said. Nether could I really and now my face was redder then Brad’s. I could tell that this was much more than he was hoping for.

I hadn’t done deep throat since first year and I had never done it for Brad before. He only knew I could because I had told him a couple stories, like that I realized I could deep throat really good with my first boyfriend, and that I had let a few guys I hooked up with in first year college fuck my face rough. And when he had asked why the bullying was so bad in college I told him that I let two guys spit roast me at a party, then someone opened the bedroom door as a joke and a bunch of people watched them use me like that. I did it because it was nasty, fun and so hot, I knew it felt incredible for the guy’s and it didn’t hurt me. But then I had to deal with the horrible gossip, rumors and overheard comments spreading like wildfire around campus for years.

Once that started, I swore I would never do it again. It seemed like every guy I let do it couldn’t keep his mouth shut about it, and everyone who heard the rumors would change the way they thought about and treated me.

I knew from the first time I told Brad the stories that they made him extremely jealous, but he said he understood and never brought it up or bugged me about it.

Brad looked stunned, I think he expected push back on his little game. He couldn’t quite believe my enthusiasm and my willingness to up the ante. He grabbed me laughing and kissed me hard.

I told him loved him and that I had been scheming and fantasizing about this weekend too. Using the occasion to start are sex life burning again but all that I planed was some special sex after breakfast on your birthday.

“Your’s is way more exciting”, I said. Then I had an idea. “Come on, we can go do my thing right now”I grabbed his hand and ran him up to our bedroom, stripping as I neared the door.

I grabbed and ripped off all the blankets and flopped down on the bed in front of the sunny window a second later Brad climbed naked onto the bed I could tell he was coming to start eating my pussy.

I said “No, I need you to fuck me” I lifted my feet in the air, grabbed the backs of my knees and threw my legs wide open. Brad knelt between them, grabbed his cock by the shaft and started rubbing his fat smooth warm knob all over my all ready drenched pussy.

He groaned and said “ god your so wet and your so fucking hot”. We hadn’t had sex on a bare mattress in brood daylight in forever. It had been far too long since we saw each other like this we were both grinning ear to ear. I put my feet down and lifted my hips up and down rubbing my puffy slick mound agenst his cock frantically.

After a few seconds he pushed me back down and continued his teasing now pressing much harder, then he swiped it down my pussy and his big knob popped into my opening. I moaned and shuttered.

He started swirling it around and flicking it up and down and like mad, up and down my slit and over my clit, popping in and out of me randomly over and over. This teasing my pussy went on for minutes, I was in bliss and close to cuming I was about to beg for him to please fuck me, but then with out warning in one steady thrust he sunk his full length inside me.

I cried out cumming hard my pussy clamping around his thick cock again and again. As I orgasmed he grabbed me hard holding me by the ribs he pushed in every last millimetre of his big cock stuffing me so full and just held it there throbbing. He was panting and grinding his teeth, I think trying desperately not to cum.

After a long, long pause he let go of my ribs and slid both of his hands up to my breasts he lifted them squeezing them together and started groping them gently. His cock still throbbing almost most motionless deep inside me. He lowered his head and started nuzzling and kissing my titis gently.

He relaxed resting his body on mine licking and sucking on my nipples after a minute or so he started thrusting again at first jest a little, sliding his cock in and out only a centimetre or two. I gasped and lifted my legs panting and quivering threw another incredible strong orgasm.

Over the next 5 minutes he kept going but he started to use more of his length and began to speed up slowly. After ten minutes he straightened up and took me by hips and started using his full length in steady powerful thrusts.

A few minutes later he started pulling at my hips and quickly building speed soon he was fucking me hard and fast, smiling watching my big tits shack around like wild. I knew he was going to cum inside me soon. I sat up pushing him off a saying that I wanted on top.

He was shocked his face showing animal lust mixed with curiosity as I pushed him back to the pillow. His twitching angry cock standing straight up twitching. Before he knew what was happening I swung my leg over his head and quickly took the exact pose I had practice earlier.

My puffy messy wet pussy on explicit display hovering over his chest in the bright afternoon sunlight, just out of reach of his mouth.

His cock throbbing and twitching Between my heavy hanging tits. The heavy scent of my hot cum drenched pussy field of my nostrils and I could only imagine what the aroma was doing to the animal inside Brad.

I let my knees slip a little wider I strained to curve my back and roll my hips as much as I could. I started to playfully, teasingly wave my ass back and forth. I felt so exposed I could feel his eyes burrowing into my wet pink hole. Shaking my ass caused my hanging tits to swing, bouncing off Brad’s rock hard erect cock repeatedly.

It was my intention to tease him for much longer but the beast inside Brad had other ideas suddenly he his arms sprang out grabbing me forcefully by the hips and yanking me backward lifting me into the air.

My knees were off the mattress as he mashed my pussy into his waiting open mouth he licked and sucked and motorboated my pussy like a wild man getting my wetness all over his face as I giggled uncontrollably from the pleasure and excitement of this sudden attack.

Then suddenly he threw me off him he was obviously done with teasing, in a flash he was off the bed on his feet. Grabbing me under the arms he forcefully put me up on my knees on the edge of the mattress and bent me over, he took me roughly by the waist squeezing me so tight and plunged his cock into me balls deep ramming his knob against the back of my pussy causing me to scream out in pain and ecstasy.

He started pounding me wildly like an animal in a testosterone fuelled rage, mirror seconds later my body irrupt in orgasm my pussy clenching and releasing over and over around his hard cock.

He let out a deep growl as he continue to pound me and I felt spurt after spurt of his hot cum irruptIng inside me, filling my pussy and gushing out with every thrust.

My wanton display caused the reaction of my fantasy but more intensely than I could’ve imagined. We both flopped onto the mattress intertwined and panting and fell asleep.

After an hour to we woke had a shower together and went downstairs for a meal completely and I utterly satisfied We both couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

The next day I woke up in bed, Brad was not beside me, he had told me to be ready to leave by nine and it was a little past 8:00. I went into our on-suite bathroom and saw why he was up so early.

It looked like he’d been busy, he had laid out all my shower things for me on the vanity, he had placed a mimosa in a nice champagne glass with a slice of strawberry on the rim next to a neatly folded pile of the clothes he had picked, the pile was small.

Oh, God. What have I gotten myself into? I went to the outfit to see what he had chosen. On top of the pile was a fire engine red string bikini. The top consisted of two small baggie triangles of fabric as cups and a ribbon tie for the back of the neck, the rest was merely string.

The bottoms were the same, two triangles attached by a narrow strip for the crotch and tied at the hips with a tiny string.

The top and bottoms were made of some kind of fake silk. It was so thin and light like tissue but silkier. I could tell that if it was wet it would cling to the body like saran-wrap and when it was dry it was so lightweight, breezy and barely there. It would feel as if I was naked.

I laughed. There was no way this was a real bathing suit, he must’ve got it at a sex shop.

The next thing I recognized, it was a lightweight western style women’s shirt that I bought on vacation in Arizona. The shirt was a blue and white checkered short sleeve button-up, like the cowgirls wear in the rodeo.

It was a thin light material and I liked it because it was nice and cool, it was a little tight for me and Brad had always loved it, especially after I wore it for Halloween one year as part of a sexy cowgirl costume, I tied it up in a knot in the front halter style, with all but the two middle buttons undone and Brad couldn’t get enough of me that night.

The next item I didn’t recognize was a Tommy Hilfiger denim miniskirt, one of the kind that is pre-worn and looks old and faded with a couple of small tears and frayed edges on the seams.

I picked it up and felt it. It was a bit stretchy and quite thin, light material, not actually denim. It was plenty short, and tight. I was worried that it wouldn’t fit over my big ass but the fabric was a little stretchy so it might work.

That was it for clothes, but under the skirt there were a few more things. A pair of bright red platform high heel shoes that normally I wouldn’t be caught dead in. They were obviously for strippers but they weren’t that high and they actually looked comfortable. A bottle of matching red nail polish and a tube lipstick in the same fire engine red. There was a nice small black shiny clutch purse and finally a big pair of funky red framed sunglasses.

I laughed a little more and then jumped in the shower. I dried off, painted my toes and nails and began to get dressed. Could I really pull off these clothes?

I gazed at my naked body in the mirror. I was actually kind of proud of what I saw. I had recently lost about fifteen pounds but I was still my curvy and voluptuous self.

I used to be a skinny teenager, but in the last couple years of high school, I gained like sixty pounds mostly in my tits and ass.

I have huge U-shaped tits, 36 F. my areolas and nipples are not too big but my nipples do get very hard and stick out like gum drops as soon as I’m turned on or cold i’ve always had trouble getting them to not show through and they caused me lots of moments of embarrassment in my overly air-conditioned high school. They were very light pink which went well with my pale complexion.

Brad was crazy about my tits. He loved to watch them shaking and wobbling, they were unusually perky and high for how big and heavy they were so that made them extra wobbly.

They really are great tits and I’ve always been proud of them. I catch random men rubbernecking all the time especially when I have a tight shirt or sweater. Brad also really loved the way they look and hang down if I’m on all fours.

He once said they were epic hangers, which I didn’t love at the time, but back in my sluttier days I always did enjoy the feeling of them swinging wildly and clapping together under me as I got fucked doggy-style.

I don’t have a gut but my belly is soft and rounded. My thighs are thick and soft but I could still just see a slight gap between them as I stood there facing the mirror. I had wispy fine pubic hair that I always kept trimmed but not short short with scissors. And I always liked to wax my bikini line at the edges.

Brad loved how soft and fuzzy my blonde mop of pussy hair was and it was so light in colour and thin you could basically see right through it, so he never asked me to shave or wax. As for my ass, guys always went crazy for it ever since it bloomed in high school.

Brad says I was a Pawg with a capital P. I guess you’d call it a bubble butt but bigger and softer. It was rounded like a peach and very curvy with big bulging cheeks tightly pressed against each other. My ass was so voluptuous it was hard to get a peek at my pussy from behind unless I bent over quite a bit.

My pussy was chubby like me and my outer lips were so big and puffy there was usually no hint of my inner petals, just a puffy and very jiggly camel toe. Although they're hiding now, my inner lips and clit are a little bigger than average.

When I get turned on they’ve always grow a little and then they protrude a little out from their hiding place. Brad loved this because if my petals and clit are peeking out it’s a dead giveaway that I’m turned on and sometimes if I’m very aroused my pussy will bloom open and he can see a hint of my pink hole.

I’d always loved my pussy, how puffy it was, the way it bloomed as I got turned on. I thought it looked so sexy, plus I think having big soft lips gave me more pleasure than some women. Almost every guy who ever went down on me told me I was delicious and fun to eat out. I slipped on the bikini set on, tied the top and the tiny strings on my hips in big loopy bows, not bothering to double knot them.

I looked great in a slutty porn star kind of way. I had never worn a bathing suit that revealing, not even close, but I did look hot.

Part of having a body type like mine, one so overtly sexual Had always meant that wearing certain types of clothing in public would get me a lot of attention, I usually enjoyed this but not always.

For instance sometimes in a fairly conservative one piece bathing suit I would get angry looks from some women as if to say how dare you wear that in front of my husband.

but I couldn’t imagine hitting the beach in this, it would turn every head my way for sure and I don’t think I could do it without blushing.

You could see lot of the bottoms and sides of my big round breasts and even though they were relaxed the shape of my nipples was quite visible through the thin fabric.

The bottoms were even more outrageous; they were very small and showed lots of skin. In the front, I had to place them just right in order not to show any hair and if they were a tiny bit smaller some of my pussy would be peeking out. I pulled them up in the front just slightly and immediately the red triangle conformed to my chubby camel toe.

Next I slipped on the skirt and the blue checkered shirt. I left it unbuttoned enough that you got a good peak at the red bathing suit and lots of my cleavage but I didn’t tie it up at the bottom halter style like I had for Halloween.

I slipped on the skirt, pulling hard and wiggling to get it over my big ass. I put on the shoes and the sunglasses and turned to look in the mirror. I laughed right away. I looked super hot.

It’s not that the outfit was that revealing. The skirt was short but not ridiculous and the shirt really looked nice other than the wild amount of cleavage and the shocking bright red burst of color underneath.

That was it, all the bright red bursts of color, the skirt and shirt alone wouldn’t have been that sexy but with the red lipstick and nails, sunglasses, bikini top and shoes all together, it made the outfit look ridiculously sexual.

I got suddenly nervous and a shiver went up my spine as I realized that I was actually going to have to go outside and people would be seeing me wearing all of this.

Then I thought about Brad having me go without the shirt and skirt on a beach or at a pool or anywhere for that matter and I felt a shiver go up my spine and goosebumps irrupt all over my skin. I thought about all the men I might see turning their heads and grinning as I approach them and feeling their eyes locked on my ass after I walked past.

As I imagined it, I could see my nipples hardening and I could feel my clit start to throb at the idea. I definitely had a strong exhibitionist streak in my younger days obviously still did but I had mostly stopped acting on it around the time I met Brad.

I did up one more button of the blue checkered shirt, but then I thought what the hell. We’re leaving town and heading far from here. I won't see anyone I know and Brad will love it. I undid the button again with a wicked smile and went downstairs to greet Brad.

Half an hour later, we were in the beautiful car top down. It was a sunny hot summer day. I couldn’t believe how luxurious and awesome the Bentley was. It was so much fun riding with my blonde hair blowing in the wind. Brad was beaming and had been ever since he saw me in my sexy git up.

Grinning at me from the drivers seat he said, “The first stop will be the gas station on the edge of town and it’s time for your first dare. Are you ready?”

I said, “Yes,” with an eager smile. But I was already getting nervous because I went to that gas station a lot, it was on my way to and from work.

Brad continued, “You’re going to gas up the car.” I laughed, “That’s not so bad.” “Just wait. I’m not finished,” he replied. “Look in your purse.” I opened the small black clutch that he gave me, all that was inside was one of those C-shaped remote control vibrators. The kind that one half goes inside you and the other half is pressed against your clit. Brad had asked me a long time ago if I might like to try one but I didn’t show much enthusiasm at the time.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” I asked.

“I can control it with my cell phone,” said Brad. “I dare you to put it in before you get out of the car to pump the gas.”

“I can control it from my phone, and once you’re out of the car, I’m going to start it up. I bet you can’t fill the tank, wash the front window and get back in the car before you have an orgasm.”

“So it’s a dare and a bet then, what do I get if I can?” I asked him.

“If you make it you won’t have to do this again, but if you cum, then you’ll just have to try again the next time we need gas.”he laughed.

“I’ll do it,” I said enthusiastically and I took the vibrator out of the purse. Brad had trouble keeping his eyes on the road as I hiked up my skirt pulled my bottoms to the side, wet the vibrator with my mouth while giving Brad a wry smile and I pushed the vibrator in. It slipped inside me easily, clearly I was already getting excited about Brad‘s dare.

We were almost at the gas station. I fixed my bottoms over the vibrator and pulled my skirt back down, as we pulled in. He parked us at the furthest pump from the station. I was more nervous about someone I knew seeing me in my scandalous outfit than I was about the vibrator.

We were on the edge of our own town and I could easily run into someone I know. I went to button up my shirt all the way.

But Brad said, “No, no, no, as you are.”

So, I left it alone. Brad took out his phone and I watched as he opened the app for the vibrator. He clicked on the tab for pre-programmed routines and highlighted one called Ten Minutes of Bliss. He looked at me and said, “You got five seconds before I hit start. You better get going.”

I jumped out of the car and started pressing the buttons on the gas pump in a mad panic. I hadn’t made much progress when I felt the vibrator turn on, It caught me off guard, I squealed out loud and it almost doubled me over.

It was way stronger than I thought it would be and it felt amazing especially on my g spot it was doing a slow rising and falling pulsating pattern. As it reached its peak it got pretty loud. If anyone was really close to me they would be able to hear it, but there was no one at the closest pumps to me, so I kept going.

I had the gas flowing now, so I went and grabbed the squeegee. The vibrator was getting crazier as it changed its pattern to longer pulses and I dropped the squeegee. Just as i bent over to pick it up it The intensity got stronger with much deeper frequency vibrations than it had made before.

Up to this point. I was stunned at how good it felt vibrating both against my G spot and my clit, at the same time and now this new pulse was so deep and strong, it felt mind blowing. I started to think I was going to make it.

As I scrubbed the window, Brad was getting a great view of my swing tits and he was smiling and laughing at me. I must be so red in the face. I have finished scrubbing and was swiping the squeegee across the window when I heard the gas pump click off, two more swipes and I ran around the car and the vibrator was changing again to some crazy hi-lo thing. Trying to save time I chucked the squeegee towards its bucket and missed.

When I squatted to pick it up it felt so good I thought I would scream. I jumped up and ran to hung up the gas pump. As I slapped the gas tank door shut. I knew an orgasm was coming soon but I was going to make it. I grabbed for the passenger door and it was locked.

Before I could open my mouth Brad said “you’re not done yet” and held out his credit card. You’ve got to go pay for the gas.

“That wasn’t part of the deal” I said desperately.

“Well I’m not shutting off the vibrator till you’re back in the car and I’m not unlocking the door until the gas is paid for so you better hurry.”

I glared at him with an angry smile, grabbed the card and took off half running towards the station. The vibrator had changed to a new pattern and a higher frequency.

Getting mad at Brad and running 20 yards Had made my imminent orgasm less imminent but not by much.

I went to this gas station a lot on my way to and from work. The staff here were mostly from our local college.

There was this one young man who I had caught staring at me on at least two occasions when I was shopping in the store and bending to get something. I would’ve said something when I caught him blatantly staring but I didn’t, mostly because he was really hot. He was like 6’6”, blonde and he kind of looked like Eric Northman, a vampire character from a show that I liked.

As I opened the door I hoped he wouldn’t be there. Just as I entered the store and was heading towards the counter the vibrator changed again into a quick jumping pattern, powerful pulses extremely close together like the rhythm of a machine gun and now it was so strong. I had stopped dead in my tracks the stupid fucking vibrator felt incredible, I was soaring towards climax.

I knew I wasn’t gonna make it back to the car. I suddenly clued in that I was awkwardly frozen and staring blankly at the counter. The guy at the counter was looking at me curiously. I stood there with a totally lost look on my face frozen not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, the vibrator changed again. The pattern remained the same but the intensity doubled, I felt a rush of tingling go up my spine and knew what was about to hit me. I turned and rushed towards the bathroom.

I burst through the door just before my orgasm hit. I’ve always been blessed with big powerful orgasms and there’s no way I could have one in front of someone without them noticing.

I grabbed the countertop with both hands for support trying desperately not to scream as it hit. I bit my lip hard, bending over made the vibrator feel even better. So, I’ve bent deeper and spread my legs even wider, curving my back and sticking out my pussy and another peak shuttered through my body.

I was panting, I couldn’t keep from moaning loudly, it felt so good I reach down with one hand and increase the pressure of the vibrator against my clit and right away another glorious wave hits. I loved this thing, it gave me such a long, incredible orgasm or maybe two back to back.

I squealed a little, as another wave hit it felt so wonderful, but I was still trying not to be too loud. Just then I heard a young man’s voice, a voice right behind me say, “God damn lady!” with a happy laugh.

I nearly jumped out of my skin and whipped around in complete shock. It was him, the tall blonde college kid he must’ve been standing behind the door when I burst in. He was leaning against the wall holding a mop.

Obviously he has been staring at me the whole time. I think I turned as red as my lipstick. There was nowhere to hide. I had to do something.

The vibrator was going crazy doing some new pattern it was going to make me cum again or melt my brain if I didn’t get it out of me decided to go for it, as he stood there watching and laughing at me, I yanked up my skirt, tugged my soaking wet bottoms to the side grabbed the vibrator and pulled it out of my pussy. It was still vibrating loudly in my hand and I almost dropped it, it was so slippery and wet.

Now the guy was laughing even harder. I scrambled to find the power button and I had to hold it down for what seems like forever before it shut off. He looked like he was about to say something but I stuffed the now silent vibrator in my bikini top and ran out of the bathroom before he could speak. I ran up to the clerk quickly paid for the gas and got the hell out of there.

As I got back into the car, Brad was beaming at me. “Did you make it?”

“Not even close,” I replied and we both burst out laughing.

“I can't believe you actually went into the gas station," said Brad. “I was only kidding. I didn’t think you’d actually do it. I was going to let you back in as soon as you started to cum,” he said.

As we drove off, I told him the whole story of what happened in detail. He laughed so hard he almost had to pull over, but I also noticed the bulge growing and then throbbing against the crotch of his khaki pants.

Chapter 23- Wedding Gift

The ropes bit into my wrists as they marched me through the back corridors of the church. I stayed silent, jaw locked, letting them lead me like a prize bull to slaughter. They kept me bound the entire night—tied to a heavy wooden post in a side chamber while the sounds of the main hall continued late into the darkness. Moans, screams, the crack of whips. I stared at the wall and thought only of Elara.

The next morning they came for me.

Two white-robed men hauled me to my feet and dragged me into the baths. The moment we stepped through the arched doorway, the heavy scent of scented oils mixed with the unmistakable coppery tang of blood and sex hit me like a slap.

It wasn’t much better than the main chamber.

The large communal baths were filled with steaming water that had taken on a faint pink hue—diluted blood from open welts and cuts. In one corner, a man was bent over the edge of the pool while another fucked him brutally from behind, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles. A woman floated on her back in the shallow end, legs spread wide, while two priests took turns using her mouth and cunt, her gagged moans bubbling through the water. Chains rattled as another acolyte was suspended from the ceiling by his wrists, a thick rod buried in his ass while a male priest whipped his back in time with the thrusts.

Piss play was happening openly in the far end of the pool—several lower-ranking men and women on their knees while alphas stood over them, pissing directly onto their faces, the golden streams mixing with the pink-tinged water. Spit and degrading words flew freely: “Swallow it, you worthless cunt,” “Open wider, bitch,” “You’re nothing but a hole for us.”

I thought to myself that I had never had a bath where I might end up dirtier than when I got in.

A lot of the people here had scars like mine, but theirs were not earned through survival in the slums or the arena. These were deliberate marks of worship—lash scars across backs and thighs, brands of the alpha wolf burned into flesh, cuts made during rituals to prove devotion to an evil entity that demanded pain and submission.

“Strip him,” one of the handlers ordered.

They cut the ropes from my wrists only to immediately grab my arms. I was still aggressive, spitting in one man’s face and cursing them all as they yanked off my scale mail and the blood-stained clothes beneath. The moment I was naked, multiple hands descended—men and women alike, lathering soap over my chest, my back, my thighs. Fingers lingered too long on my cock and balls, stroking and squeezing as if testing the merchandise.

I growled deep in my throat and punched the nearest man square in the jaw. He staggered back with a yelp. Another tried to grab my wrist; I headbutted him, splitting his lip. They had to wrestle me down again, four of them pinning my arms and legs while the rest continued washing me like I was livestock.

“Feisty one,” one of them laughed. “The High Priest will enjoy breaking you.”

They scrubbed the dried blood from my skin until the water around me turned darker pink. My new scars from the arena and the fresh cuts from the road stood out angry and red. When they were done, they dried me roughly with coarse towels and dressed me in nothing but a simple white loincloth that left almost everything on display.

The High Priest entered the bathing chamber just as they finished. He walked over, running an appraising hand down my bare chest.

“That armor is high quality,” he said, nodding toward the pile of my scale mail and cloak. “Exceptional craftsmanship. I’ll make sure it’s spotless and present it to Lord Voss as well. Even if he doesn’t wear it himself, one of his top knights will appreciate such a fine piece.”

I growled again, low and vicious.

They marched me out of the baths and through the church grounds. The priest had been right about his sway—the guards at the inner gates didn’t even question us. They simply bowed and let the procession pass into the royal district beyond the main walls.

We entered the castle itself through a side entrance reserved for servants and gifts. They led me down a long corridor and finally pushed me into a large, opulent room filled with wedding presents—chests of gold, fine silks, jeweled weapons, and ornate furniture stacked neatly against the walls.

The High Priest had my armor and weapons placed carefully inside a large wooden chest next to the gifts table.

He turned to me with a cruel smile, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“See you after the ceremony,” he said. “And for your sake, be ready to be broken afterwards.”

He stepped close and slapped my ass hard, the sound cracking through the room like a whip.

I didn’t flinch. I just stared at him, imagining how good it would feel to put his arrogant ass in the dirt—preferably with my boot on his throat.

The priest laughed as he left, the heavy door locking behind him with a final, ominous click.

I stood alone in the middle of the gift room, nearly naked, wrists freshly bound again, surrounded by treasures meant for a wedding I refused to let happen.

​

A story from my notes! From back in the t thralls of the pandemic.

Like many people, I’ve been working from home since March 2020 and have been resisting returning to the office until most people are fully vaccinated. In the beginning, I lived with a roommate but have since moved into my own place just down the street from my recently unemployed girlfriend. I'll call her Rae. She’s 24, 5'7, brunette with an adorable face, and the best fit curves I've ever seen. She's really a handful if you know what I mean ;) I’m 26, 6'1, bearded with a swimmers torso, and halfway between fit and dad bod.

On a normal day, Rae walks down to join me for coffee and snacks while I work at my standing desk. Rae is a smiley ball of energy who loves to tease me while I work by grabbing my ass. She's an absolute Rae of sunshine.

Yesterday afternoon, Rae joined me for some snacks and just to spend time in the same space while I worked. And of course, to touch my butt and send me posts of women she thinks are sexy (she's bisexual). As the frequency of the butt grabs increased I could tell I wasn't the only one getting excited.....

One thing led to another, and a back hug from Rae turned into her hand sliding into my pocket where she found my attention growing... She asked if it was okay because vocal consent is fucking hot and I said "it's more than okay!". She kept massaging my growing bulge as I continued to pluck away at work on my computer. I told her "you know I'm on the clock" and she finished by saying “and I’m on the cock”.

She slid her hands out of my pockets and began to unbutton my pants. Sliding my pants down to my knees, she did the same with my boxers. And there I was, standing at my desk working away half naked at half mast. Rae worked her way in front of me and knelt on the standing pad I use. Let just say it saved a whole lotta knees yesterday!

Without missing a beat, Rae started to lick my tip, massage my balls with one hand, and stroking with the other.Suddenly, focusing on my work wasn’t the only thing becoming harder. But I persisted in making it at least look like my mouse and keyboard were working. Rae continued to take more of me into her mouth and made the slightest of moans. Now I’m not huge more like average and average girth but rae has a tiny mouth. So her mouth was quickly filled while she stroked the rest of the shaft with her hand. Rae kept at this for a few minutes while taking small breaks to kiss the tip.

After even more of this I could no longer work with both hands. I stood there with my pants around my ankles and my left hand on the back of this absolutely stunning woman's head while she looked me in the eyes, taking me deep into her mouth. That just about did it for me, but I somehow managed to restrain myself not wanting it to end quite yet.

Rae continued to be the best distraction from my monotonous work until I couldn't focus anymore. I had this sudden urge to grab her head and control the motion while looking right in her eyes. I placed my hands on either side of her face and started to thrust into her mouth. I asked if this was okay and heard a sensual mmmmm hmmm as I continued to thrust into her mouth. I started thrusting a little faster and was really getting into a rhythm. Being careful to avoid her teeth because of the aforementioned mouth size. I found a nice rhythm and place to thrust while I could still look in her eyes. Before long I felt that tight squeeze building and told her I was getting close to finishing which made her moan a little more. And let me tell you that feeling sent me over the edge. I began to finish and threw my head up in exasperation as I shot multiple loads into her mouth as she lapped up each and every drop.

After I finished finishing, Rae cleaned me up a bit and stood so we could kiss and make out a little. Because what's hotter than kissing a gorgeous woman who just worked wonders on your dick?

I gave Rae my water bottle to wash down her mid afternoon snack and pulled my pants up and continued working. Luckily there were no surprise calls from my manager!

Part 2/3

Tom eventually got up from the table with the curly brown hair on the back of his head sticking out in every direction. He looked dazed from the expert blow job he had just received, but was grinning in a cute, bashful sort of way. Charlee thought it might be fun to fuck him later if she got a chance.

The class was now instructed to move back into their groups to try different techniques on each other. Each person was encouraged to participate in both a receiving and a giving capacity, but they were no longer required to go one by one for time’s sake. At the same time, to have the most full learning experience, the instructor encouraged them to avoid pairing off and continue to work with everyone available. She beamed at the class again and said, “have fun!”

One of the women and one of the men in her group were laying on the blanket with arms and legs spread comfortably, with blindfolds over their eyes. The remaining four members of the group got to treat these two as a group project, with two people working on one and two on the other. It was not exactly a spoken decision, but each pair was trying to make their moves to match and compliment the other, with similar pressure and speed, while simulating different areas on the body.

Charlee and one of the men, who had introduced himself earlier as Reese, were working with the curvy, dark-haired woman with caramel-colored skin and large, round breasts. Charlee thought she remembered that her name was Linda. As Reese gently caressed her shoulders, breasts, and nipples, Charlee moved her hands over the woman’s stomach, hips, and thighs. Her full lips parted and she emitted a soft sigh, an indication to Charlee that she was comfortable and enjoying the attention so far. Charlee decided to try this edging thing out for herself.

She started by sensuously massaging the luscious thighs in front of her while the man at the other end began to suck on her dark nipples. Charlee noticed that the woman’s vaginal opening and vulva had begun to appear damp with anticipation, and moved her right hand up to caress it, almost instinctively. Her supine partner sucked in a deep breath and held it momentarily while Charlee ran her two fingers up the wet labia and over the clitoris before letting out a low “mmmmm.”

Reese, sitting near the woman’s shoulders, gave Charlee an encouraging grin. Charlee looked down again at the woman’s perfectly moisturized skin, thinking how nice it would be to make another woman cum hard. She had once had a drunken makeout session with a friend after a night of wine and movies, but nothing major, and she thought she’d really like to give something more a try. At that, Charlee, on all fours, dipped her head between the two lovely legs and pressed her tongue and lips into the woman’s own nether-lips.

Charlee’s head spun, drunk on the intoxicating feeling of a new sexual experience. She was aware that Linda was responding positively, now arching her back, then reaching up to pull Charlee’s hair and cup her jaw, punctuated by gasps and sighs, but for the first… however many minutes - all she could think of is how hot it was to bury her face in a woman’s warm pussy, soaked in her sweet juices, and feel the pleasure she was giving with her mouth and tongue. As Charlee licked, sucked, and teased her partner, she again became aware of her own increasing wetness.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I…” The man who was working with her had moved closer to Charlee, and extended a large, calloused hand toward her, indicating that he would be interested in pleasuring Charlee while she continued her own work. His muscular arms and the palms of his hands made her think of someone who worked in construction or something outdoorsy. Like a lumberjack, she thought, reminded of one of her fantasies. “I was thinking maybe I could help you out a bit while I… help you out.” He smiled at her sideways with a raised eyebrow and indicated that he could help her go down on Linda while stroking Charlee at the same time.

“Oh!” Charlee giggled at what an interesting time she was having at this class, indeed. She nodded and scooted to her left to make room for Reese, who knelt beside her and began to run one of his thick, textured fingertips along her lower lips, feeling the wetness between her legs. The sensation of the rough skin on her now very sensitive genitals sent a tingling throughout Charlee’s body.

She was momentarily distracted by Reese’s delightful caresses, until she looked down and noticed he had also begun to finger Linda slowly with his right middle finger. Her tight, wet pussy made a bit of a squelching sound with each movement of the thick digit. Linda let out little whimpers of pleasure every few seconds, while Reese, judging by his obvious hard-on, was also enjoying himself. The combined visual, auditory, and physical input was almost too exciting for her usually very “good girl” brain. The room began to look hazy as the blood that used to be in her head rushed downward, toward the area that had become her body’s primary focus.

Reese glided one of his fingers into Charlee, who moaned softly, and bent forward to begin licking Linda at the same time. Charlee was still feeling a little distracted, but wanted to get back in on the effort to make Linda cum, so she positioned herself so she could suck on her clitoris. Linda made a small, gasping noise. Hoping she could actually multitask like she wanted, Charlee reached for Reese’s thigh and gave it a squeeze to let him know she was there. Then, she slid her hand along his thigh to tentatively reach for his solid penis.

When she took hold of the warm rod in her small hand, Reese made a deep, rumbling sound, like a lion purring, right into Linda’s vagina. Charlee stroked Reese and sucked on Linda, while Reese both continued to massage Charlee and Linda from the inside, now with two fingers each, and did not stop licking Linda’s soaking pussy. Linda had begun to pull hard on Charlee and Reese’s hair and was making quite a bit more noise. It might have looked like some kind of horny human pretzel from an overhead view, but Charlee thought this was the hottest thing she had ever done.

Linda was getting close, Charlee could tell. Reese must have also noticed, because he stopped fingering Charlee and increased the pace of his right hand, focusing on pounding the sensitive little area inside the tensing woman on the floor. Charlee used her left hand to squeeze Linda’s breast and took more care with licking and sucking the hardened clitoris in her mouth. Linda’s manicured nails gripped Charlee’s arm tightly, digging in hard as she began to orgasm.

Linda did not hold back a decibel when she came. The whole room probably noticed the sound, but what they might not have seen is how much she came on Reese’s hand and on the blanket. She was a fountain of sweetly dank juices, which drove Charlee wild to witness and smell. With Linda tremoring lightly in the afterglow of her massive orgasm, Reese and Charlee slowly withdrew and looked over at each other, smiling triumphantly.

“Nice work!” It was Dr. Flynn, who had walked over at the sound of a big finish. She was grinning and had her hands pressed together in a pleased way. “You two worked very well together to create an amazing experience! I wanted to let you know, since you seem to be done with your previous endeavor, that some of the others have been moving around, trading off with other groups and people, and trying out some different ideas. I was going to suggest that if you wanted to, there is also a group gathering to learn about the art of penetrative sex.”

Linda was more interested in relaxing and perhaps visiting the restroom for a quick clean-up, but Charlee and Reese each said they would be curious to see what the group was about. Dr. Flynn led them past other people in various positions and group formations, to the area closest to the window. It was not quite dark enough for stars, but the light of the crescent moon was visible above the faint outline of the mountains. The group of people were sitting in a small circle with some pillows and blankets in the center. Charlee was pleased to notice that the “boy-next-door,” Tom, was one of those already sitting on the floor.

Dr. Flynn did not spend as much time on an introduction or “lesson” this time, but gave her students some basic tips and advice on penetrative sex, stressing that the goal of sex does not need to be reaching climax, and should be instead focused on mutual enjoyment.

“This is best achieved with good communication and paying close attention to your partner’s body language. I suggest that while you practice, you learn from each other what different signals look like, while getting more comfortable with communicating your needs and wants during sex.”

The instructor had provided a bowl of condoms, and, in order to provide more options for “new experiences,” she had also brought a number of different strap-ons for options as well. Charlee glanced over at Tom, thinking about how much she would like to try giving him an experience with one of those. At that thought, Charlee realized that while many of her other exes used to tell her she was too “prude” or “vanilla,” Charlee’s wild side really came out for the good-boy type. If only they could see what she was up to tonight.

For the lesson, those who wanted to physically participate rather than just watch, which turned out to be almost all of them, each person would pull a card from a box which said either “giver” or “receiver.” Charlee had picked out a card that “receiver,” which just meant that she would be blindfolded again and would not have to move from person to person. She would need to focus on communication with her partner, while the partner would focus more on reading her body language. After a round, the groups would switch. Once she explained how this session would work, Dr. Flynn moved away to work with other small groups with different focuses.

Charlee and the other “receivers” took places near each other on the floor and covered their eyes while the “givers” either chose a strap-on dildo or just moved to a starting partner. Charlee’s first partner seemed to already be a good lover, because they took time to warm her up really well with their hands before putting - she discovered the partner was definitely a male at this point - his long, warm cock inside of her. His attention to body language was already clearly on-point. Charlee arched her back, he lifted her hips and pulled her closer; she grabbed his ass, he went deeper; she moaned, and he slowed down… but kept up with the same motion and pressure to keep her wanting more. So, when her partner suddenly stopped and started to move away, Charlee was definitely not prepared.

“Sorry, we seem to be switching partners now,” he told her softly.

She didn’t have too long to wait, though, before the next person was gently slipping their rod into her ready and dripping hole. This time, she noticed it was cooler than her body temperature and seemed more like silicone. It was deliciously firm and precisely curved, however, and soon Charlee’s body was being rocked at a steady pace toward the brink of orgasm, with two hands placed firmly at the top of her hip bones. Charlee knew she was doing very poorly at the communication aspect of the lesson, but what did it matter, if her partners already seemed to be able to read her like a book?

The impending orgasm was put off, however, when the partners switched again. It seemed like maybe it was timed so as to avoid having too many people cum early and potentially be out of the game. All she knew was that she was getting dangerously close to being done if the next partner proved to be as good as her last two. She had never orgasmed more than once in a session, so she wanted to draw this one out. This time, though, the partner seemed to be a bit more nervous and fumbling, and took time to find a good rhythm that she could get into.

Charlee wondered to herself if it was Tom this time, cute in his apparent shyness. She found her voice and began to try giving direction, asking him to try different movements or speeds for her. Charlee began to feel more confident, imagining herself to be the more experienced and dominant of the pair, and soon noticed a much more compatible give and take than before.

“Oooh, yes, keep doing that,” she purred, gripping her partner’s waist more tightly. About ten seconds later, almost out of nowhere, Charlee came hard on the pulsing dick. At the same time, she heard and felt him come inside her, slamming against her back wall while emitting a guttural sound of pure pleasure.

“Fuck!” Charlee panted, “That was awesome.”

“Mmmhm” her partner returned, and kissed her on her cheek before moving off.

Apparently, there was still another round to go, because regardless of the fact that she had just come massively, the next partner was already at her side. This round, she received a new sensation of a more flexible strap-on dildo with some lovely little bumps and ridges, and a pair of “bunny ears” that stuck out to caress her clitoris, which had generally gone untouched so far in this session. This partner seemed to know exactly how to please a woman, but was still asking Charlee questions in a soft, sweet voice, like, “how does that feel?” and, “want me to go harder?”

Charlee tried to give feedback, but almost before she could answer, her partner was already doing exactly the right thing. She gripped her partner’s small waist tightly, like handles on a ride. She started to feel flushed again, tingling and warm, and there she was, coming again. Except, this time, when it started to subside, another wave began to crash over her. Each orgasm flowed into another until Charlee had counted five consecutive orgasms, while she gasped and cried out and panted. She was so overcome with the newness and intensity of the experience that tears sprung up in her eyes.

“You okay, girl?” The soft voice asked, with a hint of a smile, when Charlee appeared to have calmed down.

“Yeah,” she breathed, “yeah I’m good… I just don’t think I’ve ever had that many at once before.”

“Dang, really? That’s awesome. I feel honored!” Charlee’s partner moved aside. “I think this round is done, though, you can probably take your mask off now.”

Charlee removed her mask, tousling her already disheveled hair as it came off, and sat up. The cute girl with brown skin and long, straight black hair next to her was smiling at her. “That seemed like a good first round, right?”

“Oh, yes.” Charlee grinned back. “Time to switch?”

I never thought I’d be writing this, but here we are.

I’m Thomas, 20 years old, taking about a year break from college for accounting and taking a temp job doing data-entry at a big corporate office. I’m not much of a social person so sitting at a desk and entering receipts and expenses suits me. No one bothers the new temp guy and my job is boring. I’m good with it.

I’m an introvert by nature and never had a girlfriend or been on many dates. I never had anyone really to show me how to talk to women and frankly the women my age bore me. My dad died before I was born, my mother didn’t really raise me and I had to kind of figure things out on my own. I’ll get into that later, but suffice to say, I’m pretty independent, keep to myself and take care of myself. I had to learn that lesson really young because I’ve never really had anyone to care for me. I’m a pretty unassuming dude. I’m not tall, around 5 foot 10 and skinny fit. I have muscle tone from being a swimmer in high school and keep up a little in college. My dorm roommate calls me a twink. I’m not a fan of the term because I can still handle myself from doing mixed martial arts the last 6 years.

With college boring me, I decided to take a year off and immediately got a temp job. I interviewed with and started working directly under Ms. Veronica Hale, the executive assistant to the CFO of the company. From what I see, Ms. Hale basically runs the place, even as an admin. And yeah, things have gotten interesting with her. This is Part 1 of many. I have a lot to talk about of what has transpired, and is still transpiring. I’ll post the rest as we go, because trust me, there is a lot and I have a didactic memory, it’s slow at first but like this story, she took her time grooming me and it gets hotter as we go. I have been and still am experiencing every young man’s wet dream. Long story short, in the last year since I got hired, Ms. Hale has been grooming me to take my virginity and be my first, amongst other plans she has for me.

Ms. Hale is… God, where do I even start? Don’t judge me, She’s 49, divorced, but she’s the kind of woman who walks into a room and every single executive straightens up like she’s the one signing their checks. All the other admins, even the CEO’s respect her she commands the respect and dignity of everyone in the officer. It probably doesn’t hurt that she’s tall. She’s 6 foot 1 in bare feet, and with the heels she wears every day she’s towering over most of the guys in the company, including our CEO. She is graceful and elegant, sensual and graceful. She has dark auburn hair with large steaks of silver mixed in that she wears like a badge of honor. Milky-white skin, these piercing green eyes behind thin frame glasses that somehow make her look even more commanding. And her face? Soft and pleasant but beautiful and still young looking. Perfectly aged, She reminds me of a younger Lynda Carter — strong jaw, warm smile, but with this confident edge that says she fought for every inch of respect in a man’s world and won. She’s of Greek descent, and like the house, cars and her ex husband’s pension, she kept her ex husband’s last name as well just to remind him that she can take and keep everything from him for what he did to her. The business skirts she wears hug her mature but elegant hips just enough to remind you she’s all woman. Button-up blouses that strain ever so slightly over what I swear are full C’s tipping into D’s. She smells like light floral perfume and coconut shampoo, subtle, but you only notice it when she’s close. And she gets close.

I was nervous my first week. Fresh on my break from college, no real office experience, just trying not to screw up spreadsheets and let people down. I figured the less I screw up the less unwanted attention I would draw to myself. But Ms. Hale took me under her wing immediately. Protective. Warm. Nurturing. Maternal in nature almost but with sensual undertones. Her attention I didn’t mind, at times, craved. She would always ask me how I was doing, how my weekend was, how my dorm was and if I was eating and getting along in the office ok. Even though I rarely ever screwed up, she loved to come to my desk to check my work. She likes accuracy and she says that leads to efficiency. She’d always come to my cubicle from behind me and lean forward and over my shoulder and desk to check my work like she was trying to see the screen better, one hand always resting on my shoulder, her left breast brushing right against the side of my neck while she pointed at the screen. I don’t know if she noticed it. It always looked accidental, like she was just focused on the numbers. But if I turned my head even an inch, my nose would’ve been buried in soft, warm, side boob. I could see her bra strap and cleavage in the reflection of my computer screen when she did this. Her breath always smelled nice and would tickle my ear when she whispered instructions: “Good progress on that dataset, Thomas. You are really getting this down, I’m proud of you, Keep it up, honey.” The way her voice dropped low, warm and understanding, her voice kind of like Mary Steenburgen narrating your best dream, it sent shivers down my spine every single time. I looked forward to it everyday. At first I thought calling me honey might have been unprofessional but where she comes from, that’s just part of her lexicon I thought. I mean, she says that to everyone so I never really paid it any thought.

Six months of that from day one and as time passed conversations got longer, deeper. Everyday While I was entering data, she would stand behind me and give me helpful instructions on excel, She’d run her fingers through the hair at the back of my neck while talking. She said she used to be a hairstylist before climbing the corporate ladder. “You know, Thomas, I’d give you a nice trim right here,” she’d murmur, nails grazing my scalp. I’d let it grow out just because I liked hearing her say it, or maybe I just liked her touching my scalp. She was always bubbly and kind. I didn’t ever take it as flirting, but I wasn’t upset about it either. I never really got affection or attention from anyone, so even being touched and having my hair played with was nice. The girls in the office would flirt at my desk, casual stuff, nothing crazy, but Ms. Hale would loudly but gently say from her office, “Thomas, Need those Q3 numbers ASAP, please.” I’d look up and catch her watching from her glass office, that little smile playing on her lips. The office gals would leave in a hurry, they were scared of her. I wonder if maybe she was jealous? Nah, of what? A 20 year old more than half her age? But protective? Definitely. I’ve never had anyone be protective of me, care about who I was talking to. I’d always smile, “yes ma’am getting those to you right now”

One afternoon she asked, casual as anything, “You have a girlfriend, Thomas?” I was at my desk. She was perched on the edge, legs crossed, heel dangling, sitting over the top of me. I looked up and laughed nervously. “No, why?” She tilted her head, green eyes sparkling behind those glasses, slight grin. “I just assumed. You know, you’re a catch for girls your age and for some here in the office.” Then she leaned in closer, voice dropping to that professional whisper that always made the hairs on my neck stand up. “Actually…and I’m sure you have noticed, I’ve been chasing a few of them away from your cubicle on purpose. Thought I was protecting your relationship. I just assumed you had a girlfriend, that and keeping HR off your back. Some of these girls flirt hard, then cry to HR if they don’t get what they want.” I blinked, heart thumping. “Thank you… seriously.” She smiled, warm and knowing. “So if you don’t mind me asking Thomas, why don’t you have one? Handsome sweet, quiet boy like you, full head of hair, focused, in shape…” I shrugged, cheeks burning. “School, I guess. Maybe I’m too quiet. Never really dated. Wouldn’t even know how to flirt.” Her expression shifted, amused, almost predatory in the softest way. “That explains things,” she said, and sauntered back to her desk like she hadn’t just lit a fuse. I whispered “what the fuck was that” to myself and shook my head. I needed to shake it off. She’s just a caring boss looking out for me. I can’t be thinking she wouldn’t even be remotely interested in me, she’s to respectable in the office, she’s more than twice my age, and they would cook her alive is she fucked around with me. I’m a fucking temp.

But, after that, I felt like things were different now that she knew I was single, I mean she probably even figures I’m still a virgin. I started to notice that she stood even closer to me. A lot closer. Hands on my shoulder lingered. Breast against my shoulders when standing behind me giving me instructions. Brushes with her side boob looking at my screen felt deliberate. I told myself older women just don’t care about personal space. But, I wasn’t complaining. I felt good around her, confident, seen, care for, looked after, protected and weirdly loved. She’d say things like, “You’re doing so well, Thomas. I appreciate you, you are my favorite temp, don’t tell the others,” in this genuine, nurturing tone that made me want to earn every word. “I’m your only temp ma’am” “mhm I know honey, I like it that way, I can focus all my attention where it deserves to be.” She patted me on the shoulder, squeezed and walked back to her office. Her words right then gave me a wave of warmth and excitement over my body. I’d go back to my dorm rock-hard most nights, replaying the way her nails felt on my neck, her words of encouragement and kindness. I almost felt like a puppy on a leash that lived for her affection, scratches, and head pats, I was weirdly aroused in a way I couldn’t explain.

Then came the day everything tilted.

She was checking my work again, leaning in extra close, that coconut scent wrapping around me. In the computer reflection I could see down her shirt again, it was a low cut black dress top with spaghetti straps and is to be worn under an office jacket, she was wearing a dark blue strapless lace bra that just poked out. I wonder if she could ever see the angle of my eyes on the computer screen looking down her shirt. I didn’t try to but it was so tempting. Her fingers trailed through my hair again, light this time. I shuddered hard, eyes fluttering. “Oh, honey, sorry, did I tickle you?” she asked, her voice soft with concern. “It’s okay,” I managed. She smiled, then dragged her nails firmly down the back of my head and neck. My whole body went limp. Eyes rolled back. A low, involuntary sound slipped out of me. I’d never felt anything like it, pure, melting pleasure.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I hurt you honey?” she whispered, pulling back just enough for me to see her green eyes searching mine. But there was something else there, curious, in control. “No, ma’am,” I breathed. “I’ve never had anyone touch me like that.” She arched a perfect brow, playful but warning. “Touch you like what? Careful with your words around the office, sweetie.” I backpedaled fast, face hot. “I mean… scratching my head. It felt… nice.” She let out a soft laugh. “Huh! Well, I’m glad I didn’t hurt you. Finish that dataset, it’s your six-month review time. We’re doing lunch. My treat.” She paused at my cubicle wall on the way back to her office, towering over me even more in those heels. “Thomas, meet me at my car in the parking garage at 1:00. I’ll be in a meeting, so grab my keys from my desk, go start it up, get the AC going. It’s hot out side today, I don’t want to sweat in my car after having to walk a quarter mile to the parking garage.” I nodded. “Will do… ma’am.” Her lips curved. “That’s a few times now that you have said ma’am, interesting. Hmm. I think I could get used to that. See you at one.”

By 12:45 I was at her desk. Keys right there. I could see her through the glass conference room with her boss the CFO and the CEO, notepad in hand, commanding the CEO’s attention like she owned the damn company. She glanced my way, checked her watch, gave me a nod. I rushed to the garage and found her black Jaguar F-Pace with blacked out tinted windows. I opened the door and it smelled like her perfume inside. The car was beer, tidy and clean like it had been derailed. I started it, cranked the AC, went around to the passenger side, opened the door… and froze.

Panties. Blue lace, matching the bra I’d glimpsed earlier today, right on the floor mat. I noticed a gym bag cracked open in the back. My brain short-circuited. Pick them up and throw them in there quick? Leave them? Images of her, tall, confident, slipping them off after a workout, flooded me uninvited. I didn’t know what to do. Last thing I wanted was for her to walk up with her panties in my hand and look like a pervert.

High heels clicked closer and closer. Driver door opened. She slid in, all 6 foot 1 of her in that skirt and blouse, and saw my red face. Then her eyes dropped to the panties. A husky laugh rolled out, the first time I’d ever heard her swear. “Oh, fuck! hahahaha — bet you’re scared shitless right now, aren’t you, baby?” She never called me baby at work. Never swore. My pulse hammered. “It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll see plenty more in your life Thomas. Just toss them in the gym bag for me if you don’t mind.”

I couldn’t move. She smiled and leaned across the console, low cut shirt gaping just enough that I got a full view, deep cleavage, the edge of that matching bra, the soft swell of her breast. Did she forget to put them back on after the gym? Was I supposed to see those? The whole care is clean but panties were left out? The thought made my mouth dry and heart pound. “It’s ok baby, here” She grabbed them herself, tossed them back, then patted the leather seat beside her. “Sit, honey. We don’t have long for lunch around here.” As she pulled out, she explained the spot she picked, quiet, away from the office snakes and their rumors. “People in the office talk, especially if it’s a senior employee out to lunch with a temp and two of the biggest gossiping girls have crushes on you, by the way. That’s why I keep you at your desk. Don’t need them stirring shit.”

“Wait… two?” I asked, voice cracking.

She glanced over, green eyes warm but sharp. “Maybe more…honey, you’re young, innocent, cute, skinny and good hair. You are a breath of fresh air to the office girls. Compared to the balding slobs around here? The ladies room has been buzzing about you. Women aren’t that different from men when it comes to office talk… and some are absolute whores about it.” She reached over gently and squeezed my knee, quick and reassuring. “That’s also why I can be so overbearing. I need your work done, and I need you safe. You do really good work and I want to keep you around as long as I can Thomas, you are special to me and I don’t want to lose you over some bullshit”

I swallowed. “Thank you.” I felt wanted, and I felt weird for a second. “You’re always looking out for me. No one’s ever done that.” The words just spilled out with vulnerability I didn’t mean to show. It kind of felt nice to be able to trust someone. “Oh really? What about your mom?” I looked at her and paused for a second. She looked back with genuine curiosity and concern. Fuck it, I’ve already opened my mouth. “Well, my mom wasn’t around much. Dad died before I was born. I basically raised myself, babysitters, then home alone. She’d come back late, go on dates, leave me with pizza. I got good at being independent, I never socialized or even had friends, and girls? Forget about it.” “Awe baby I’m so sorry to hear that. Thank you for being vulnerable with me, that tells me a lot about you.”

We pulled into the quiet little bistro parking lot. Lunch crowd thinning out. Ms. Hale parked, turned to me with a maternal -soft, boss-lady smile. Her hand found my thigh again, higher this time, rubbing up and down and giving a gentle, possessive squeeze. “So there’s been no one to hug you, be proud of you, praise you, show you real affection? No wonder you melted under my fingers earlier. You poor thing.” Her voice dropped, nurturing and low, breath warm against my ear as she leaned in slightly. “But maybe it’s a good thing. You’re mature. Strong. Emotionally steady. And now, the good news is you have someone like me who does see you. Someone who knows exactly how girls think… and how to guide a sweet boy like you.” “Haha you have been really nice and caring to me and I appreciate you ma’am.”

She killed the engine, eyes locking on mine behind those glasses. “Come on. Let’s get inside. I want to hear more about what you need, Thomas. And maybe… mentor you on a few things. Work, office politics, relationships, women, maybe teach you a few things personally…”

What? My chest tightened with that mix of anxiety and excitement I was starting to crave. Lunch was just beginning… and I had no idea how far this “mentorship” was about to go.

*part two is written, let me know if you want more. If not I’ll keep this adventure to myself.*

This is a seriealized story. Previous chapters can be found in the comments.

DAY 11

 

Emma blessed Ethan’s eleventh morning in the villa with yet another provocative selfie sent in the Boytoy Timeshare chat. The athletic blonde was pictured from the waist up; she was topless yet her nipples and most of her D-cups were covered by her arms. She was holding her dildo in one hand, its tip gently pressed against her stuck-out tongue.

‘Thinking about yesterday. Going to have a fun shower.’

Even after their shared blowjob, Aya couldn’t just let this pass. Twenty minutes later, during her shower slot, a five second clip appeared in the conversation. Her pussy lips slowly made way for a dildo being guided in.

During his own slot, he joined in on the fun and sent a picture of his cock, hard thanks to their visual stimuli. The response, however, wasn’t what he’d hoped.

‘Do guys know they can take dickpics a different way too?’ Emma complained.

‘IKR,’ Aya responded, ‘nice dick, zero creativity.’

Just when he saw these critiques roll in, a push notification appeared on the phone.

‘WARNING: HEATWAVE INCOMING, STARTING TOMORROW’

This wasn’t exactly a surprise as the temperature had been rising slowly since the storm.

Downstairs, Ethan didn’t find anything interesting or noteworthy on the delivery table.

His attention was instead drawn to the kitchen island, where Chloe was showing off some sort of sketch.

He was actually physically taken aback by what he saw.

It was a crude drawing of a female body. A nude female body. This made sense on its own. Ethan figured a large part of all sketches had to be female nudes. The thing that was surprising was that this was not an anonymous body. It was a drawing of Emma.

Ethan joined in on the conversation.

‘And you posed for this?’ Danielle asked, still scanning the image.

Ethan knew she had. It looked exactly like what he had gotten to see up close.

‘I did,’ Emma said, ‘Chloe had mentioned that at her school there would regularly be nude models to study, so I volunteered.’

Ethan fixed himself a plate. Shoeing Cat-Ethan away from the seat he needed.

‘Well, you look great,’ Isabelle said,’ and it’s a great drawing too.’

Chloe was modest.

‘It’s just a sketch. It could be better.’

Aya laughed.

‘Now you’re just bragging. Still looking for models?’

Chloe’s eyes moved down.

‘I could draw you if you want. Do you?’

‘That would be cool, but I was actually going to volunteer Ethan. The male form deserves attention in art, too.’

‘Hey,’ he interrupted, ‘I can speak for myself.’

Emma turned to him.

‘So? Do you volunteer?’

Chloe defused the situation.

‘We’ll talk about this some other time. Did you guys also get the heatwave warning?’

She had successfully changed the subject as the group started discussing strategies to keep cool. Ethan’s suggestion of foot baths was enthusiastically received.

After breakfast, it was time for yoga in the orchard once again. This time, Ethan took part alongside Val and Danielle.

As soon as the mats had been positioned, Isabelle stripped out of the sheer loose dress she had been wearing, leaving on nothing but her panties.

Technically, this was allowed in the orchard although she was definitely pushing the limits.

Ethan was almost too distracted by her older, yet well maintained, body to notice who had joined her initiative.

Val was looking straight at his face the moment he turned to her, which he did not realise as he was mesmerized by her chest.

This meant that, despite having touched them, Chloe’s breasts were now the only ones he hadn’t seen yet.

He had gotten a very good idea of what they looked like on casino night, but nothing could compare to the real deal. Val’s chest was big, but not as big as Danielle. They had a remarkably small amount of sag and small light nipples.

‘They’re just tits, dude,’ Val snapped him out of it.

He finally looked her in the eyes. She was smiling.

‘There’s no such thing as ‘just tits’,’ he retorted. ‘You should understand.’

She chuckled.

‘It’s okay, Ethan. Just don’t make it awkward by creaming your pants. And try to keep your mouth closed.’

The yoga session went by quickly, only solo poses today. Val purposely lingered among the trees as the others cleared out.

‘So, about yesterday,’ she addressed Ethan.

He didn’t know what she was talking about.

‘Aya’s room is next to mine.’

Now he did.

‘I don’t know what you’re getting at,’ he lied.

‘Well, I was in my room yesterday, after lunch, reading a book and minding my own business and there was something going on over there.’

‘Something?’ he feigned ignorance.

‘Either Aya and Emma lied about being straight, or you fulfilled a fantasy yesterday.’

‘Hey,’ Ethan started to complain.

‘I’m not chastising you,’ she interrupted. ‘It was in her room so not against the rules. In fact, me bringing it up actually is.’

‘So why are you?’

She put a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, still topless.

‘Warn a girl next time so she can clear out.’

This was fair.

‘Sure. I’ll think of it next time.’

She smiled and walked back to her mat.

‘Oh, and good job. Sounded like you both got them there.’

He felt proud.

‘You stayed the whole time?’

She raised both hands as if being held at gunpoint, her tits followed the motion.

‘You got me!’

Ethan walked back to the house to fetch a pair of headphones and a book from the library, put his yoga mat away and returned to the orchard to read some more. He stayed there until lunch.

Over sandwiches, plans were made.

‘I’m in that pool immediately after lunch,’ Emma announced. She was already wearing her bikini, now still paired with shorts. ‘I don’t want to know how bad the rest of the week will get if this doesn’t count as a heatwave yet.’

The others agreed.

‘The pool does sound good,’ Danielle supported her, ‘you can count me in.’

‘We could do karaoke night after,’ Ethan suggested.

The women agreed.

‘Are you guys dressing up for that?’ Val wanted to know.

‘Hell no,’ Aya spat out. ‘Karaoke is casual. Wine is all we need. Besides, I’d need more of an advance warning if we plan to dress up again.’

The plans were finalized. Everyone except for Emma went straight to their rooms after to get ready for yet another pool day.

Just when he had changed into his trunks, there was a knock at his door. Without waiting for an answer, Aya marched in.

‘Drop your shorts,’ she commanded as she got closer.

Ethan was nailed to the floor as Aya dropped to her knees.

‘What are you doing?’

Aya decided not to wait for his cooperation and pulled his trunks down herself. Within seconds, his floppy dick was inside of her mouth. It hardened at an astonishing pace thanks to her tongue’s movements. She stopped sucking him off before he was even fully hard and stood up again. The olive-skinned girl turned around and pressed her bikini-clad ass against his crotch and leaned her head against his shoulder as she held onto the back of Ethan’s head with one hand.

‘You better fuck that blonde bunny as soon as you get a chance,’ she purred as she grinded, ‘so we can finally get to the main event.’

She let go of him and walked back out. She didn’t look back at him until she was already in the hallway, while Ethan was still standing there with his dick out.

‘I’ll be in the hot tub.’

Ethan knew he’d be in the hot tub too. He waited a minute to let his erection fade away and made his way down.

As always, he very much enjoyed everything there was to see on a pool day. Val had put on some music, and the cooler was visibly filled with cans of soda and alcohol. He noticed some new swimsuits, even.

The outfits of the three youngest women, he had seen before. Val was wearing a deep-cut black one piece, Isabelle had opted for a white tube top and matching bottoms and Danielle absolutely rocked a green two-piece.

Ethan still couldn’t believe he had been put in this house and quietly thanked the researchers.

He passed by the group elder.

‘Hey, Isabelle,’ she perked up, ‘do you have time for another massage? Tomorrow?’

Her typical serene smile appeared.

‘Of course I do. Feeling tense?’

Ethan smirked.

‘Not really. Just intrigued by your proposal the other day if you remember.’

She looked mischievous for the first time ever.

‘Oh, I sure do.’

Ethan put his towel down on the only remaining free chair. Aya was already channelling her inner siren and motioned him over from the hot tub.

‘Bubbles are on, but the heating isn’t,’ she explained as soon as he was within earshot. ‘Get in.’

He followed her instruction and took the seat next to her, facing the patio.

They sat there, enjoying the bubbles in silence as shouting over their noise wasn’t exactly relaxing. The bubble jets felt amazing on his back.

Aya looked him in the eyes. She looked incredible, despite being light on make-up. Ethan couldn’t look at her without the image of his dick in her mouth flashing before his eyes. Aya smiled at him as if she knew this.

After some time, the jets turned off automatically causing the pair to hear the curated playlist again. A Britney Spears song was playing and Emma was singing along.

The bubbles cleared out.

‘They feel good, right?’ Aya asked. ‘The jets on your skin.’

Ethan nodded.

‘They do.’

‘Might spend large chunks of the coming days in here if it’s really going to get even hotter,’ she said casually, ‘my flat doesn’t have any ways to cool down in summer, so I’m glad I’m spending time here.’

‘Yeah, I know. Mine doesn’t even have AC,’ Ethan responded.

‘I promised myself my next one won’t be a shithole, although I guess that’ll depend on what I can afford.’

As she said this, her hand slipped down his trunks. Ethan’s mind immediately flashed back to the fourth evening as he tried not to react. Even though everybody seemed to be too focussed on their books, the music or were simply swimming laps, he didn’t want to draw attention to Aya breaking the rules again.

‘We’re just chatting,’ she said just a tiny bit quieter as she gripped his dick and started stroking.

‘Yes,’ Ethan said as straight faced as possible, ‘rent is insane. It was better when I could split it with my ex.’

His breath hitched as she started stimulating his head with her thumb.

‘On your own though, it’s a different kettle of fish.’

‘Tell me about it,’ Aya reacted, ‘I barely have enough space to move in my place.’

As she said this, she tried to stroke him again and showcased that, here too, she lacked space. In response, Ethan pulled down his bottoms.

‘This better?’ he asked.

Aya smiled and said, ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

She responded to his comment by stroking him from his base to his tip.

‘You haven’t mentioned your ex before,’ she remarked. ‘What was she like?’

‘Do you really want to know?’

Aya’s grip tightened.

‘Let me guess. Blonde, big tits, bit dumb?’ she laughed.

Ethan frowned, still being jerked off.

‘No. Not dumb at all. Deceptive, I’d say.’

‘Oh,’ Aya understood what he meant, ‘I’m sorry about that.’

He didn’t respond. She moved away from his cock.

‘I really ruined the mood, didn’t I?’

‘It’s okay, Aya.’

‘I’d still say she was dumb. Bitch messed up and is now missing out on some great dick.’

Ethan still frowned.

‘And much more of course,’ she tried to correct herself before she gave him a peck on the cheek.

She grabbed his shaft again.

‘Want more?’ she whispered.

Ethan nodded.

‘I don’t even have any exes, really,’ she continued the subject, ‘I get nervous really quick around dudes I like.’

She massaged his head again.

‘You don’t like me?’ he teased.

‘You really don’t know shit about women if you think I wasn’t nervous.’

‘You didn’t seem nervous when you offered to jerk me off on, what was it?, the second day.’

‘I didn’t like you … yet,’ she said before sticking out her tongue.

Right when this happened, a spectator appeared. Emma had just finished her laps and was standing in the sun, drips of water on her body and hair slicked back.

She immediately clocked what was happening in the tub.

‘Well, you two having a nice talk?’ she asked as she leaned over the edge, eyes fixed on Aya’s oscillating hand.

‘Looks fun,’ she concluded.

‘We’re doing great,’ Aya responded as she sped up, ‘want to jump in?’

‘Not this time.’

She pulled one cup of her bikini top to the side, invisible from anyone else in the area.

‘I’m going to relax a bit,’ she continued with one tit out, ‘I plan to get absolutely wasted tonight.’

Aya laughed.

‘You’re not the only one,’ she retorted.

Emma covered back up and left the pair alone.

‘Watch out,’ Ethan warned.

Aya understood and stopped stroking.

‘More tonight?’ she asked.

‘Depends on how far gone you are.’

She pouted.

‘You’re going to make a girl choose between drink and dick?’

Ethan shook his head, not affected by her fake sadness.

‘We’ve got plenty of time.’

Ethan pulled his trunks back up.

They relaxed in the tub just a bit longer. Aya then headed to her chair and Ethan dove into the pool.

The rest of the day passed the group by and before they knew it, dinner was over and the karaoke night was about to kick off.

Despite earlier claims of not dressing up, Ethan could tell that some of his housemates had put in the effort. He, himself, had just thrown on jeans and a black t-shirt as if he was going to an actual karaoke bar.

Emma had actually kept her word and was wearing a white crop top and red shorts. This was perfectly in line with what she would normally wear. Aya was dressed differently than she usually would, but for once not trying to show off. A plaid shirt was surprisingly modest for her, but Ethan felt that this was how she’d probably head out in the outside world.

Chloe was wearing an asymmetrical blue top that left one of her shoulders bare. Val had a yellow jumpsuit on. Isabelle was once again in a sheer dress and Danielle had surprisingly gone for the same style, only green instead of brown.

Aya made sure that everyone had a drink while Danielle had put out a bunch of snacks on a platter.

‘Who’s first?’ she inquired.

Nobody took the opportunity.

‘I’ll go second,’ Aya promised, ‘need to finish this first.’

She raised her glass.

Danielle looked around the lounge.

‘Alright then. Guess I’ll start.’

She walked over to the karaoke machine, which had been hooked up to the TV and selected her opening song.

Cat-Ethen fled away immediately as the music started. Expectations for the rest of the night were immediately set high by her intense rendition of Jolene. Ethan wondered if she was drawing inspiration from her divorce for this one or from the experiment.

Danielle took a bow, giving Ethan a view straight down her cleavage.

‘I thought that was a Miley Cyrus song,’ Chloe admitted.

‘What?’ Danielle burst out, ‘You don’t know Dolly Parton?’

Chloe shrugged.

‘I’ve heard of her.’

Aya intervened.

‘In my heart, that song belongs to the White Stripes.’

Ethan saw an opportunity.

‘Well, now it belongs to Danielle.’

The older woman smiled back at him before handing the microphone to Aya.

‘You promised …’

Aya selected her song: Paper Planes by M.I.A.

The group cheered her on, but it was clear she wasn’t the best singer. Luckily, she had picked a song that didn’t require that. Instead, she jumped around a lot and even showed off finger-guns in time with the gunshots in the song.

She too took a bow.

‘Next?’

Val got up.

‘Let me show you how it’s done.’

Ethan recognized the song by the first few chords.

The blonde sang the first lyric.

‘Color me your color, baby, color me your car.’

This had never made much sense to Ethan, but Val managed to deliver a performance of ‘Call Me’ dripping on confidence.

She received a wild applause after, Isabelle being extra ecstatic about it.

‘Give me the mic,’ Emma demanded.

She strode to the machine and quickly typed something in. For theatricality, she chose to stand with her back to the crowd at the start of the song.

She had chosen to do ‘Hollaback Girl’.

The performance was intense, but she did manage to get everyone to spell along with the ‘B-A-N-A-N-A-S’ part of the song.
Ethan loved watching her dance around and barely managed to pay attention to the singing.

‘Alright, who hasn’t been yet?’ she asked immediately upon finishing. ‘Ethan? Chloe? Isabelle?’

The last one took the initiative, giving an incredibly ironic sounding rendition of ‘Material Girl.’

Ethan planned to go next, but was beaten to it by Chloe, who had had multiple glasses of wine already.

The group quieted down for her version of ‘Driver’s License’. Ethan was again reminded of their age difference. The performance was a weird contradiction between her being confident enough to do this in front of the group while still looking extremely fragile.

He was up next.

‘Ethan! Ethan! Ethan!’ multiple housemates started chanting.

He play-motioned for them to calm down and selected the song.

To his surprise, Emma started protesting with the first notes.

‘No! Veto! No fucking Wonderwall,’

The others laughed.

‘I’m afraid I have to agree with Emma,’ Val said.

Ethan stopped the song and selected another.

‘Song selection about as original as his dick pics,’ Emma blurted out.

Chloe looked straight at her, and then at him.

‘You’re one of those?’ Isabelle asked.

Ethan refused to comment.

‘How come I haven’t gotten any?’ Danielle laughed.

‘You want me to stop sending any to you?’ Ethan finally fired back.

‘No, no,’ Emma blushed, possibly due to the alcohol, ‘just make them more interesting next time.’

Ethan started his version of ‘I’m Just Ken’, which the women appreciated much more than his previous suggestion.

Aya downed her drink.

‘I want to go again!’

This time she opted for a song closer to her personal taste.

‘Gigantic’ by Pixies. Ethan wondered how conscious that song choice had been.

She finished the song off with a loud ‘woo’ before heading straight for Ethan, grabbing his face and kissing him square on the lips, which lasted for ten seconds at least. He could taste the wine she had consumed.

‘Dedicated to the resident nice guy,’ she concluded.

The other women’s expression ranged from embarrassed to excited.

Danielle diverted attention away.

‘Are duets allowed?’

Emma smirked.

‘What do you mean allowed?’

‘I’m up for one,’ Chloe responded.

The pair went up to the machine and discussed their choice of song in hushed tones as Aya made sure everyone’s glasses were topped off.

They finally landed on ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’. Ethan couldn’t help but see this as a response from Danielle to Chloe’s olive branch.

Val volunteered again for the next song, a surprisingly passionate rendition of ‘Dancing Queen’.

Ethan feigned disappointment.

‘So, Wonderwall is too cliché, but we can have a Swede sing ABBA? How is that not cliché?’

‘Because ABBA rules,’ Isabelle clapped back.

Next up was another song by Chloe.

Her performance of ‘Let It Go’ would have been endearing if it wasn’t for the slurring of words and unstable posture. Ethan could see that Danielle had to hold back from commenting on this.

After the song, Chloe made sure to fall into the couch next to Ethan.

He turned to her.

‘Hey, Chloe.’

She stared back with slightly glazed eyes.

‘Maybe you should switch to water.’

‘It’s okay, I’m having fun,’ she slurred.

‘And she doesn’t have to drive,’ Aya egged her on.

‘I’m just warning you,’ Ethan said.

‘Why don’t you get back up there?’ Aya asked.

The other women joined her request, leaving Ethan no choice. Scared to get vetoed again, he opted for a wildcard.

He knew he couldn’t hit the notes in ‘I Believe in A Thing Called Love’, but he didn’t try. He was just having fun. This resulted in a chorus of cheers.

The moment he sat back down, Chloe turned to him.

‘Is it weird if I found that sexy?’ she asked loudly.

‘Hell no!’ Aya said, ‘Makes you want to feel his hands on you, doesn’t it?’

Chloe chuckled while Isabelle and Val looked for a duet.

‘Not just his hands.’

‘Look who’s getting bold,’ Emma purred.

Chloe addressed Aya, ironically literally talking over Ethan.

‘That song you sang. Gigantic?’ she asked.

Aya smiled.

‘You already know why I picked it,’ she said.

Chloe bit her lip.

‘I want it in me.’

Ethan interrupted.

‘Uhm, girls. I’m right here, you know.’

‘Kiss him,’ Aya said, ignoring him.

Chloe rolled halfway on top of him in the couch, pressing her body against him and planting her lips on his.

Ethan pushed her away.

‘You’re drunk.’

‘I want this when I’m sober too.’

‘Then do it when you’re sober.’

‘You won’t push me away?’

‘I won’t.’

She rolled back. Disappointed.

‘Uhum,’ Val announced they were ready for the duet.

What followed must surely have been fuelled by wine as well. The duo brought their chaotic version of ‘Baby Got Back’, which was completely out of character for both of them in addition to the fact that neither of them was particularly large-bottomed. This didn’t stop them from smacking each other’s asses.

Danielle followed this up with a much calmer rendition of ‘Like A Prayer’ which Ethan had to admit was the sexiest moment of the night so far.

Empowered by more than enough wine, Emma and Aya immediately topped it with a duet of ‘Summer Nights’ from Grease. The duet itself wasn’t particularly sexy, although the two girls having fun together was definitely pleasant to look at. It was what Aya did immediately after.

Without hesitation, she pulled her shirt up, revealing her tits yet again for a few seconds. Emma couldn’t be outdone and followed her example with zero inhibition.

‘Hey, hey, hey,’ Isabelle protested just as they covered back up.

Ethan felt Chloe’s eyes burn into his side.

As if nothing had happened, Isabelle took to the machine to sing her final song, ‘These Boots’.

It was getting late, evidenced by yawns appearing on faces.

Emma tried to keep the energy up with an incredibly badly rapped ‘The Real Slim Shady’ before Danielle suggested they do one final song, together.

The group agreed. There was some back and forth on which song to sing. A couple of classics were suggested, but Val came with the winning song.

‘I really enjoyed watching Ethan sing ‘I’m Just Ken,’ she said, ‘maybe we could do ‘Barbie Girl’?’

This proved to be a good climax to the evening, with Val joining Ethan during the ‘Ken’ parts of the song.

‘We’ll leave cleanup till tomorrow,’ Aya said while looking at the mess in the common room.

‘And we’ll sleep in, too,’ Isabelle said, ‘I’m assuming.’

The group agreed. Ethan tried to make his way to the staircase quickly but was stopped by Chloe.

‘Hey there,’ she slurred, ‘that was fun, right?’

Ethan frowned.

‘I think you need to get to bed, Chloe.’

‘Did Emma talk to you? Did she tell you?’ she asked.

Ethan looked towards the stairs.

‘About me watching … you know,’ she hushed.

‘She did.’

‘And?’

‘We’ll talk about this tomorrow.’

He left for the stairs, but Chloe grabbed him by his sleeve.

‘Will you kiss me too?’ she asked. ‘Tomorrow, when I’m sober.’

Ethan nodded.

‘If your headache isn’t too bad,’ he joked.

This caused her to let him go.

Ethan got ready quickly and completed the survey. He turned off his alarm and fell fast asleep.

I couldn’t believe my boyfriend Mark was really doing this.

It had started a few nights ago when we were in bed and he was fucking me from behind like usual. He was gripping my hips hard and just casually said in my ear, “You know Richie’s birthday is coming up… what if I gifted you to him for the night? Like wrapped you up with a bow and told him he could do whatever he wanted. You’d be his little present.” I laughed it off at first, thinking it was just his dirty talk getting extra nasty, but honestly I didn’t need much convincing. He’s been sharing me with his friends for two whole years now, and I’m pretty used to all the degrading stuff he does to me. He kept going anyway. “Imagine sitting on a big vanilla cake so he can fuck your ass while you suck me and the guys. We’d spoonfeed you the smashed up cake every time you need to breathe. You’d look so pathetic and used.” He came right after saying it, and I figured that was the end of it. But the next day he was texting the guys about it and by yesterday he was tying that stupid shiny red bow around my wrist for real.

Now here I was, getting shoved toward Richie with the bow still on. “Happy birthday bro,” Mark said with this big dumb grin. “She’s all yours tonight. Do whatever you want with her. Best gift ever right?”

My cheeks went bright red. I was standing there in just a tiny white thong and bra that barely covered anything, my long blonde hair all loose. Richie’s eyes lit up like he won the lottery. Mark’s cousin Kevin and their friend Dean were already cracking up, slapping Richie on the back and calling me stuff like “the party favor” and “birthday boy’s personal fuckdoll.”

I felt so tiny and worthless. Like I wasn’t even his girlfriend anymore, just a warm hole with a bow on it. Hearing him actually follow through on that stupid idea from the other night made my stomach twist even worse. Mark had made sure I was all prepped for his gift too. Earlier that afternoon before his friends came over, he made me take a full enema so my asshole was squeaky clean and ready for them to fuck with no mess. And he had me keep a butt plug in the whole time, stretching me open a little so I’d be ready the second they wanted it. It made me feel even cheaper, like I was just some toy he cleaned and plugged up special for the occasion.

They walked me into the living room where this huge vanilla cake was sitting on a low table. Mark didn’t even ask, he just went “Sit right on the cake baby. Richie wants to fuck your ass while you suck all of us. Just like I told you.”

I froze for a second but Mark grabbed my thong and whispered in my ear “Don’t embarrass me in front of the guys. Be a good gift okay?” So I did it. I climbed over the cake and sat down slow. The vanilla frosting was cold and sticky and squished right up between my legs and all over my ass, pressing around the base of the butt plug still buried in me. It felt so gross and messy, vanilla frosting everywhere on my thighs and dripping down.

All three of them were standing there with their cocks out, stroking and watching. Mark grabbed me by the back of the head right then and pushed my mouth down on each cock one by one, forcing me to greet them properly like some kind of welcome present. First Richie’s, then Dean’s, then Kevin’s, holding me there just long enough that I gagged a little on each one while they laughed.

They kept talking about me like I wasn’t even there.

“Look at the little cake whore,” Dean laughed. “Sitting on her frosting throne like the cheap slut she is.”

“Gifted and ready to get glazed,” Richie said, smirking. “Best present you could give dude. She’s already making a huge mess for us.”

But Kevin was different. He was the only one who sounded almost nice about it, even if it still made me feel like dirt. “Damn, she looks so fucking good sitting there all covered in that vanilla mess,” Kevin said, his voice kinda low and admiring. “What a pretty little gift, making such a sweet mess for us like this.”

Richie came up behind me first. He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them wide, then tugged the butt plug out with a wet pop and set it aside, smearing more cake all over my now-empty hole. “Fuck yeah she’s perfect,” he groaned. “Thanks for the ass man. I’m gonna wreck it good.” Then he pushed his big cock right against my tight little ring and shoved in hard. I gasped loud as he stretched me open, the cake making it all slippery and nasty while he went balls deep in one push.

At the same time Mark grabbed my hair again and stuffed his cock in my mouth. “Suck it baby. Show Richie how happy you are to be his birthday present.” I could hardly breathe but then Kevin and Dean were right there too, slapping their cocks on my face and rubbing them on my lips.

They kept switching. One cock in my throat, the others smacking my cheeks or my tongue while Richie pounded my ass super hard. Every time I pulled off gasping for air, Mark was right there with a spoon full of the smashed up cake. He shoved it in my mouth like I was a little kid. “Eat up princess. Gotta keep that mouth full. You’re dessert tonight remember?”

I was crying now, mascara running down my face mixed with vanilla frosting and spit dripping everywhere. It felt so humiliating. They just kept talking shit like I was some dumb toy they borrowed, except Kevin who kept throwing in these half-nice comments that somehow made it worse.

“God she’s such a pathetic little cumrag,” Dean said while jerking faster. “Mark really just gave his own girlfriend away like a six pack. What a fucking loser slut.”

Richie was grunting behind me, slamming into my ass even harder. “Best birthday ever. This ass is mine now, all tight and creamy and wrecked.”

But Kevin chimed in again, still the nicest of them even though it was still pretty degrading. “She’s handling all of us so well though,” he said while stroking himself. “Mark’s got himself a real good eager girl here, even if she’s getting passed around and used like this. Look how pretty she is taking it.”

I hated how my pussy was getting wet anyway. Their words made me feel so small and dirty but I couldn’t stop it. I was just a gift. A hole. A cake covered fucktoy for them to use up.

After they all took turns down my throat, Kevin suddenly grabbed what was left of the cake top and smashed it right into my face. White vanilla frosting went everywhere, in my eyes, up my nose, all in my hair. He rubbed it around kinda gentle but still firm. “Time to give this pretty face a nice frosting,” he said, almost like he was complimenting me.

They all started jerking super fast around me. Richie was still balls deep in my ass, slapping hard. One by one they started cumming. Mark shot first right on my tongue while I tried to breathe. Then Dean across my forehead. Kevin all over my lips and chin, saying “Good girl” under his breath like it was a reward. My face was a total mess, blonde hair stuck together, covered in cum and vanilla frosting and tears.

Richie fucked me even harder, using my ass like it was his special birthday toy. “Gonna fill this gifted little shithole,” he snarled. “Take every drop you dirty cake slut.”

I felt him get bigger inside me then he came hard, pumping hot cum deep in my ass while the others kept smearing their loads into the frosting on my face. I was shaking all over, so embarrassed I wanted to disappear. Just a used up present leaking from both ends.

When Richie finally pulled out I fell forward into the cake ruins, cum and vanilla frosting dripping off me everywhere. They stood over me laughing and calling me their “perfect party favor” and “the sluttiest gift ever,” though Kevin added “our pretty little used-up gift” in that same half-praising way.

And the worst part was this gross little part of me was already wondering when Mark would give me away again like that.

Sam landed in New York around noon. He stepped off the plane and felt his heart in his throat. He was finally going to get to see her. Hold her. He was anxious and excited. He was already at the curb hailing a taxi and heading downtown.

Rubi left her apartment and her hands trembled. She saw his message. He just landed. He was meeting her for lunch and a walk. She sprayed some perfume on her neck, put on a coat, grabbed her favorite tote with a book and a water bottle.

Sam slipped on his favorite boots, threw a few things in his backpack, and left his hotel room in a hurry. He didn’t want to be late.

They met at a cafe near Central Park. The morning was busy. People rushing in and out of buildings. Trucks pulling into alleys. Steam rising from grates and pipes. When he walked up, he saw her curly hair from behind. When he turned towards the table, he saw her face looking down at her book. She was engrossed in it. He was staring. She was even more beautiful in person, somehow.

“Rubi?” he asked, softly. Her eyes rose and met his. She smiled. He was handsome and she felt a weakness in her. A longing to know him. “Hey”, she said with a big smile.

“Hey” he said, standing, pulling his chair out to join her. “Hope I wasn’t too late. I don’t really know the city too well. How are you settling in?”

“You’re so good. I got here early to read. Great! My program at NYU starts next fall so I’m just kind of exploring”.

“You like to explore”, he said, with a smirk. She blushed and smiled.

“Yeah”, she laughed, “wanna explore with me?”, she flirted.

“You’ve got me for the weekend, baby”, he said. “I’ll go anywhere and do anything”.

“What do you wanna do?” she asked.

“Let’s go see dinosaur bones and shit”, he said and pulled out two tickets to the American Natural History Museum. She laughed and their meal came. They searched the museum online and they talked about all the exhibits they wanted to see. They held hands to the subway, and through the exhibits, and then he took the subway with her back to her apartment. He kissed her passionately at the door. His tongue brushed against hers. He softly bit her lip and let go. She blushe, said bye, and went inside. He walked back to the subway. Before he got underground, his phone rang.

Hey girl. Miss me already—“

“I’m in my bed and my vibrator is on and it’s splashing”, she interrupted, panting. “Can you come fuck my wet little pussy?”

She heard his rushed footsteps. “Yeah baby, yes”, Sam said. “Yes. Absolutely.”

She giggled.

“Buzz me up”, he said, “I’m at your front door”.

“213” she said. “Hurry”, Rubi moaned as the vibrator buzzed in the background. She closed her eyes and felt her nipples get hard. She felt his teeth on her lips and imagined what he was going to do when he got up. She was so close. She heard a knock at the door. She pulled her pants up, rushed to the door, and opened it. He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her passionately. Their tongues hitting each other. Catching their breaths as he walked in, then kissing again after the door closed. His hand reached down and held her body. He kissed her neck. Pressed her against the hallway next to her front door. Hands moving down her navel fast.

“Your hands” Rubi moaned. “They’re big” she said. Sam smiled, softly bit her neck and before she knew it, she was grinding on his palm with his middle finger reaching deep in her pussy with the pants around her ankles.

“Back” she gasped, “just a little”. He pulled his finger back and he pressed. “YES” she exclaimed. “THERE. Please don’t stop. Please don’t—“, Sam interrupted her with a kiss and felt her pussy contract around his finger. “Please can I—“ she asked. “Yeah of course, babygirl”, he said. Rubi came on his finger. He grabbed her from under her thighs, kissed her when he stood up, carried her and asked her where her bedroom was. She guided him to her bed.

He gently laid her down and her legs opened for him. He kissed her. Then her chest. Her navel. Her thighs. Her heart was pounding. She felt it beating. In her chest. In her throat. In her stomach. Deep in her pussy. A thumping in her body. Growing slowly. His tongue was splitting her lips and dipping into her tight wet hole. He was spreading her juices all over. He was spitting and sucking and every sensation felt new. It felt foreign and delightful. She felt ecstasy rush her body. He was sucking on her clit and releasing, tongue pressed against her favorite spots and lapping against her clit. Juices leaking out of her.

She felt her pussy tighten, and then felt his finger again. She was going to cum and he just put it in. She was blushing, and asked, “Baby, can I cum?” He paused. Looked up at her with evil eyes and said, firmly, that she could “most definitely not cum”.

Sam withdrew his finger, pulled his pants down to reveal his boxer briefs with a bulge running down to his leg. She closed her eyes and in a few seconds felt a heavy slap on her pussy. She opened her eyes to see him holding his massive, rock hard cock ready to slap her little wet mess again. It felt so good hitting her clit. She wondered what it would feel like when he would hit her clit from the inside. He would show her that night. But for now, Sam slapped it again and leaned in for a kiss.

His finger went back inside her. His thumb rubbed her clit. His other hand held her waist. Rubi was tensing again and felt her juices leaking even more. She was embarrassed. He was even more aroused than he could express. “I wanna turn your pussy into a wet liittle pussle baby”, he whispered into her ear as he shook her tiny little pussy with his hand. “And then I wanna fuck it open”, he whispered as his hand pulled out as she was just about to cum without telling him. She thought she could steal an orgasm. She let an exasperated sigh out and he laughed, and placed the tip of his thick, meaty cock against her little virgin pussy.

Rubi looked up at him, worried, and felt her opening stretch so wide it felt like it was going to tear. He kissed her and his hand played softly with her pushed out clit. His cock was pressing it out more than she’s ever brrn able to feel on her own. She’s never willingly fucked herself with something as large and pronounced as his cock. She’d seen hundreds of pictures. She’d watched him stroke it on video. But to feel it moving inside of her was an experience she never thought she’d have, and now she was going to orgasm on his cock like a desperate little slut, only three minutes into his strokes. She was so embarrassed. She felt his fingers rubbing her clit at the same pace, felt her nipples get hard, felt him press just a little bit harder and fucked her a little bit deeper. She felt his cock breaking through and opening her up. She’d never felt this pressure before. Tears were streaming down her face and she wanted more. She wanted an orgasm. She asked and was surprised when she heard her cry in her voice. She was literally begging, crying for more of his cock and he hadn’t gotten past the ridge of his tip. She was going to ask him if she could cum, but before the words left her mouth, almost in unison with the desire in her mind, he insisted she cum for him. And three minutes in, he felt her pussy explode on his cock. Pounding furiously as she bucked forward. He caught her and kissed her. Stopped stroking and felt her orgasm subside.

Sam pulled back and Rubi’s eyes welled up, like she missed the pressure and it was gone. And then he gave it back to her and she felt fulfilled, and every time he gave her more, she felt more and more fulfilled. Tears were streaming down her face. He was so much deeper. The orgasm loosened her. She felt ecstatic tears of pleasure as he fucked 4 out of 8 of his inches into her. She felt her back press against the mattress and lift when he pulled back, her grip on his thickness lifting her off the mattress occasionally.

Sam was being so kind and gentle to her, wiping her tears with one hand and teasing her swollen red little clit with his other hand. He loved the way she whimpered and sniffled while he busted her tight little pussy open. It felt like every time he pulled back, she got tight again and he stretched it when he went back in for his slow relentless fill. “Rubi, baby, I know you can take more” he would say, encouragingly, every time her wanted more of his cock to feel the pink wet pillow of her pussy.

Rubi’s legs were swaying with each stroke. Slow for now but his pace was picking up. Four inches deep now. 5 when he got a little to enthusiastic. Close to her cervix. Her pussy was a gushy, wet, constricted little hole for his pleasure and he was so dead set on pounding it into the mattress because he loved leaving his mark on her. He wanted her to feel it in class when she was taking notes the next day. He wanted her to remember a particular stroke, so he gave it to her. He gave her 7 out of 8 of the inches he had to offer and saved one for next time. 7 was enough to really tap her cervix. Tears were streaming and she was giggling. She gave him a pout and an “owie” and he went back to 5-6 inches and played there for a while. She wanted to cum again. She didn’t even ask him. She came and felt her pussy squirt a little. He smiled and fucked her little fountain with pride that he could make her feel the way she felt. She grabbed his hair and pulled him close and kissed him like he belonged to her. He was the deepest anyone or anything had ever been inside her and it felt so good she was crying unabashedly.

Sam loved watching Rubi’s body move and react. He loved watching her swollen clit and he loved folding her legs in missionary. He turned her to her side, gave her a few deep strokes that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. He found a spot and she didn’t want to move. He was picking her up to bend her over and she exclaimed, loudly, “NO”. He stopped. She slowly climbed back on her side, shook her booty, and lifted one of her legs. He assumed the position and fucked her sideways. She came almost immediately. Then she reached down, played with her clit, and came a few more times.

He was getting close. With every stroke, it felt like he was melting in Rubi’s pussy. He wanted to release so badly but he loved how much pleasure she was experiencing and wanted her to have as many orgasms as she could possibly have. But he couldn’t hold back anymore. “I’m gonna”, he began.

“Breed me” she said, and smirked. She pushed her pussy against his stroke and let him tap her cervix a few times. Her hands gently rubbed his swaying balls. Before she could say another thing, his cum was filling her. Hot long pumps of cum. Ropes spraying into her. Every last drop of his cum exploded into her.

She gave him some flirty blinks, and a kiss on the cheek.

“Good date?”, he asked.

“Mmhm” she said, as she drifted to sleep with her panties somewhere in the room.