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(Maeve moaned) ‘As.. you have.. said.. that my mouth.. is only.. only for.. you.. no one.. else will have it.. except.. except you.. MMMM!’

I shut my eyelids harder together as the unknown man banged her heartlessly, facial expressions clearly gloating of his own perceived superiority as she moans uncontrollably over my dick. His upright, standing position at the foot of the bed, allowed him full, complete use of his torso, to thrust as hard as he wanted, into my girl’s pussy.

For me, I was restrained to the four corners of the bed, sprawled open like a lab-rat, though the ‘test’ was to be pleasured, unrequittingly by the love of my life, who was on her fours, near the edge of the bed where he stood.

That very position, besides ‘convenience’, also meant that any man could just walk up to her butt, fuck her brains out, empty their balls and let her ooze whatever juices (neatly) onto the floor. Facing the powerful jerks and her erratic attempts to maintain an up-down motion, it was inevitable that I was getting head at varying depths.

(Man groaned) ‘CUMMING! ARGHHH!’

Giving her one final thrust, Maeve let her groan vibrated on my dick as his hips buckled, before he withdrew his shaft to let voluptuous amount of cum leak out of her. After he was done, he took some time in the attached bathroom to rinse himself, during which Maeve took that time to give me some much-needed, proper attention on my bewildered cock.

Just before he left, he pulled two pieces of fifty dollar notes and placed it near my feet. Needless to say, I was more confused than before, and also slightly irate at how he did not fully shut the door.

About ten seconds later, another man came in and dropped his pants, plunging his cock into Maeve without so much a word. That ‘new’ entry, forced out the cum of the previous guy and became ‘lubricant’ for him, who launched an all-out ‘attack’ immediately.

Unsurprisingly, the same, sloppy blowjob, unexpected deepthroat, exasperated moans, happened all over again. For the next five minutes, Maeve just kept trembling as she climaxed on that guy’s dick, dripping even more cum onto the ground. It didn’t take her long, to take her mouth off to catch some air, before she replaced her unhelpful mouth over my cock.

As time passed, I became more desensitised at the tip, and grew to enjoy the time I spent in her throat.

‘CUMMING!’

That same word filled our ears as he sped up his movements, slamming his groin rapidly at her bum until he froze. As he pulled out, cum squirted out of her pussy and it went ‘safely’ between his legs, though that was all I could deduced from his sudden jump backwards. Another hundred dollars landed on my feet, and another man took his place.

This time, once he filled Maeve up with his meat, she initiated a gesture to rub herself. It was time, I figured, that she took some care of her own orgasms. What I didn’t realise, was how quickly that guy came when she went limp suddenly, presumably caused by climaxing – in silence.

Another load of cum dribbled out of her and more money fell onto the bed. By the fourth ‘break’, I was too mentally-drained to recipocate any sexual responses, merely twitching to her increasingly-frequent handjob.

‘Baby.. is there any more guys?’

‘Just one more.. I planned five.’

The last, and final guy came in, unzipped, and pushed his way into her. Maeve then collapsed onto my lap in a shudder as he began fucking her, making long, rhythmic strokes according to his momentum. Trembling non-stop to each in or out motion, Maeve weakly stuffed my cock into her mouth to muffle her moans, which that guy was causing so easily.

Sticking one hand down her chest, she raised her butt slightly and the two began their unannounced ‘power struggle’. He picked up his pace and cringed hard as she pressed her lips tighter on my shaft, sucking harder as well in response to his impressive dong.

Within minutes, or perhaps very long seconds, he fell over her back as his waist jerked subtly, emptying his balls into my love. When he regained his strength, he repositioned her bum and went at it again. After his first load, there was less restraints on him as he pounded her mindless, shocking her with deep, thorough strokes over and over again.

Each outward pull would release a little of the cum mixture onto the floor, as if vacating his predecessors for his own ‘rightful’ space. Maeve, was just helplessly getting pleased by his powerful piston, sliding so easily in and out of her drenched pussy.

At some point in time, she placed her hand between her legs again, reasons unknown to me until she flashed a cheeky grin at me. As she squinted her eyes, he immediately let off a loud, surprised grunt. He was then seen to increase his speed exponentially, like he was fighting against her determined grip (on his cock), except that he was attempting to do it through rough, violent sex.

Nonetheless, she managed to throw him off tempo and worked up a ‘premature’ orgasm (from him), extracting his second load under his very unwilling mood. As wild as he started, things quickly died down once he lost interest, dropping off two hundred dollars with a kind of satisfied-terrified-unwilling-impressed look on his face.

Once the ‘party’ was over, Maeve took her time and lathered my manhood in her saliva, replacing her tired mouth with her hands that happy-ended me into her perched-throat. That night, we spent a long time in the bathtub, rinsing, fingering, soaking, frolicking until our skin were wrinkled.

I would say that I have done my best, to excavete most of them out of her, in place of me, or rather, my cum specifically. Was it worth it? Probably, minus the mess at the foot of the bed none of us wanted to handle.

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Erin2delicious

Written for Erin Li, owner of IG @erinlinympho

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If you push it far enough down her throat, she can’t bite you.

(Erin whispered) ‘why are we here?’

(Aaron answered) ‘A few days ago, I happened to find this quiet, dark spot.. Where we can..’

A soft, (un)zipping noise was then heard, that cleared up all of her doubts. Without hesitation, Erin undid her tight denim shorts as well, too glad to be relieved of the wireless vibrator Aaron has been teasing her with for the entire evening.

It wasn’t until they reached the dark, quiet dead-end of an alley did they really felt ‘liberated’, for some much needed intimacy at any levels they dared afford.

Once her shorts were out of the way at her ankles, Aaron turned her towards a wall and got her rump in position – slightly stuck out for him to grab, slap, and pound.

‘Ready?’

Without waiting for her answer, he poked his little head into her dripping wet hole, and gloated at his ‘superiority’ as he inched his way in.

Just when his balls touched her pussy, the wooden door beside them burst open and three men dashed out. Two of them, stormed towards Aaron and carried him under his arms away, while the biggest of them, took over Aaron’s spot behind Erin.

With one hand pinching hard on the back her neck, Erin was more or less immobilised with pain. Not a single word was exchanged when she felt a hard tip pierce into her unintentional wetness, depriving her of any strength as the rest of his shaft filled her up.

Like a lifeless ragdoll, her body jerked and twitched as the burly dark man rammed her vagina sore, stretching her outwards in all directions with every stroke. Bit by bit, she fell onto her knees as her strength disappeared, but still getting increasingly wet from the unexpected (large) size of his dong.

‘OI! I’m almost done! Wait for me to finish first!’

Despite his loud voice, it was apparent that no one could hear him, except for his friends who were too eager to have a taste of this Chinese girl. Halfway through the monotonous sex, he pulled his cock out and went in front of her, ready to plunge his dick down her throat and empty himself of any stress.

Knowing that that was one way she could fight back, Erin opened her mouth voluntarily, for the man to hold onto her head, and dip his cock as far as it could reach. BITE!, the command that rang so loudly in her head suddenly went unheeded as her lung choked for air, trigging her natural instinct to keep her mouth opened as wide as possible.

Thrusting his salty, bitter hard cock into her face, there was only a little teeth to endure as he ravaged her mouth, until he shot hot, thick globs of cum straight down her throat. In need of air, she missed her only opportunity to bite him (on his way out), and gasped for air instead.

Disoriented and fuzzy in her head, rapist A took over B and it was a whole, new chapter again.

B shoved her flat onto the floor and immediately began with her mouth, by getting into 69, with his arms on her thighs. Her feeble attempts to ‘kick’ him went in vain as he was freely using his fingers, to pinch her whenever she disobeyed.

‘OPEN YOUR MOUTH!’

His absolute, stern tone shocked her so much she widened her jaws, for yet another missed opportunity as he jammed his cock into her mouth. Thrusting his hips in a missionary-style-like angle, he made long, deep strokes down her throat before retracting his hips quickly, giving her just enough time to gasp for air.

Amidst that waterboarding-level kind of suffocation and choking, Erin could barely focus on anything else but her breaths, each one too short to be called ‘a breath’. Faced with his jutting hips, Erin just took whatever came and gave whatever up, until he was groaning and fucking erratically.

‘I’m shooting! I’m shooting!’

A second hot load flowed down her throat into her stomach, before he peeled himself away from her face, void of any hopes or emotions. The third man, somehow identified himself as their leader when he commanded his partners to free Aaron, and wait at a distance.

‘You! Do what you are doing just now. And you girl, show me a good time.’

He then lowered his shorts, sat on an empty oil tin, and let Aaron get his woman onto her knees.

(In tears) ‘Aaron? Will you still want me?’

His unfettered jab into her pussy, reminded her of all the reasons she loved him for, and inspired her lust to put on ‘a good show’. Taking his cock into her mouth, Aaron fucked her at a pace comfortable for him, all too obvious on his elated, blissful-looking face.

It wasn’t until a minute later, did Aaron noticed the increasingly-agitated face in front of them, unaware that Erin has been ‘accidentally’ scraping along his shaft with her teeth. Suddenly, Erin let herself go and bite hard on his cock, which inevitably resulted in a hard, tight slap across her face.

Aaron, being still inside her pussy, almost let out a gasp as he felt her vagina tightened, to a new definition of ‘virginity’.

‘HEY! LET GO! TELL HER TO LET GO!’

As more slaps landed on her cheeks, she became wetter, to the point Aaron could not take the abuse anymore and pulled her away from the dark-skinned man. At the instance he was freed, he waved for his friends to return and hold Aaron back, while he took his place behind the ‘doggy’.

Plugging his cock into the unexpectedly tight cunt, he unleashed more smacks on her butt that caused harder throbs in her pussy. It didn’t take much to notice that he has realised her ‘powress’, though that, was exactly how he liked her.

Holding nothing else back, he hammered her until he was close to orgasm, and made sure to pinch her nose before he stuck his bruised cock back into her mouth. In just seconds, he managed to unload his cum and swiftly escaped the scene with his friends.

Aaron, feeling as guilty as a human can, crawled towards Erin and held her in his arms.

‘will you..inaudible word me?’

‘YES! I will always love, and want..’

(Erin whispered) ‘no.. I said.. Will you.. Have sex..’

‘With you?’

‘Yes. Now.’

With a heavy heart, he rolled Erin onto her back and directed his cock, into the most slippery, hardest clamp of her pussy he has ever experienced. Grunting as he tucked more cock in, he was in fact, unconsciously growing stiffer inside her.

(Erin asked) ‘are you turned on? be honest..’

‘Yes I am.’

Those shameful, shy words caused her to flash an irate face at him, unintentionally guilt-tripping him when all she did was to ‘squeeze him harder’.

As it was growing unwise to remain in that area, Aaron picked up where he left off and made love to the disheveled Erin, groaning and writhing to each inward thrust between those impossibly tight walls.

Under those unique circumstance, Aaron was overwhelmed with ecstacy, erotism, and immense pleasure from the pain he just witnessed her experience. Unsurprisingly, he failed to live up to his usual amount of stamina and promptly cum deep into her, flushing her with comfort and ease with the giant load of man-seeds.

On their way home, Aaron decided to come clean with her, and told her of the plan he made – with them. Upon reaching his home, the disgruntled Erin just jumped on him and taught him a lesson in a not-so-funny way, pleasuring him until it became displeasure.

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Erinlicious

Written for Erin Li, owner of IG @erinlinympho

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That Friday evening started out just like any of their date night, a little vanilla, but immensely pleasant no matter how many times they have eaten at their favourite eatery. And for as long as Erin dated Aaron, it was routine to take a long walk through the park of the private estate he lived in, back to his place for some much needed, skin-on-skin affection.

On most occasions, Aaron would be the one arriving at his doorstep with a raging erection, leaving little to imagine once they were through the doors and in his room. But on some nights, especially the ones Erin got too comfortable, she would match his ‘readiness’ with soaked panties that never failed to rekindle his lust for her.

That night, riddened with a wet, throbbing pussy, Erin pushed Aaron onto the bed as soon as the door was locked, keeping his clothes on for her to peel them off one piece at the time. Unwanting to let him ‘do’ any work, she put on a mini-show for him, executing a sloppy, and an even more comical strip-tease that made them more relaxed.

With a peck on his lips, the duo relinquished their earlier good-boy, good-girl front and let their tongues did the ‘talking’. From his face, she kissed and licked her way down his neck, across his chest, spent a little time on his nipples, and cheekily turned herself around into the 69-position.

Their years-long romance has long educated her, that he would not be too much of a distraction, as she only needed less than a few minutes to throw him off his rhythm with her mouth. Maneuvering her sly little tongue first around his little head, Aaron began moaning crazily to those swirls she was pulling off at his pee hole. Pinching her lips hard together, she worked her way down, across that little section connecting his shaft to his small head.

At that sweet spot, it couldn’t be any easier to completely subdue her favourite boy whose face was right in her pussy. Still, it was ‘his day’ she wanted things to be and Erin proceeded on to suck him off at a comfortable pace.

In time, Aaron’s ‘high’ turned bleek, and it was then Erin wanted to try something she had read about on the Internet. Sinking her mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, she paused for his gasp of pleasure, before clenching her teeth very slowly together.

‘Rin?’

At first, he could not feel anything much due to the over-stimulation, but as she bit him harder, he grew more agitated.

‘Rin? ERIN! IT’S HURTING ME!’

Ignorant to the level of pain he experienced, she released her grit and relieved him with a short stint of deep-throat blows, nibbling on him again shortly after to kickstart his senses.

The second ‘bite’, landed right over his sore spot and he called her out again, to enact a different response from the clueless Erin who thought he was finally paying more attention to her. Instead of pushing her away, Aaron wrapped his legs over her head and pushed her mouth further down his shaft, choking her until her jaws gave way.

After suffocating for a few seconds, he let go of her head and she took her mouth away, to catch her breaths as well clean the tears he had unwitting caused. Unlike the man she knew, he flew into a rage and flipped her body away, jumping onto her side and gave her a hard, sharp slap across her face.

‘WHAT THE FUCK are you doing?! IT HURTS!’

‘I’m sorry! I thought you were just..’

‘Shhh Shhh Shhh…’

By then, he already had one hand around her throat, half-choking, half-pinning her down on the bed. Another tight slap went across her other cheek, and that was the moment Erin fell silent, in tears.

Since she was lying on her back, there was nothing else to do except watch him part his thighs over her head, in the other variation of 69.

‘Open your mouth!’

Startled by his abrupt command, she opened up and let him dipped his cock into her mouth, piercing all the way down to her throat where he took the next few moments to reposition himself on top of her.

The way he raised his hips, and then released them downward into her face, resembled the missionary-style more than a mutually-rewarding 69, since he was using her mouth like her pussy.

With each thrust, he cried out to her.

‘This. Is. How. You. Should. Suck. Me. With. No. Teeth. Un. Der. Stand.?’

‘MMMM!’

Just as she was getting her mascara smeared all over her eyes, she felt sharp pain transvering through her spine. Only because that pain never subsided, was she able to trace it to her clit, which he had it clamped between his fingertips, and rolled into a pulp as a punishment on top of the inescapable face-fuck.

In that moment of helplessness, shrouded in overwhelming discomfort, head ringing from excessive pain, body convulsing from the lack of air, did her mind finally break. There was nothing else she could do, except to let her body get used to drifting in and out of consciousness. Her gag-reflex, soon disappeared in place of numbness, and her clit, began registering every break as ‘pleasure’, like an act of grace in appreciation of her sacrifice.

Once she got herself in that ‘mood’, or rather, ‘state of mind’, her pussy responded with an unexpected phenomenon – she actually, became wetter.

Suddenly, guilt overcame Aaron and he stopped, as wildly as he had started it all. On his way out (of her mouth), none of them were ready for what she did. Erin, actually held onto him, with her teeth, at that soft, fleshy area under his penis-hood.

Little needed to be said as he snapped again, shoving his groin in her face once (like one time) to free himself of her bite. Swiftly, he retracted his hips and she missed him this time, though not yet punished for re-offending.

Backing himself away from the fearsome woman, Aaron climbed to his feet while Erin sat upright, completely unprepared for the double-slap that he gave. That once-gentle, loving young man went on to lecture her, and continued to hit her each time she reached for his cock.

By the time he yanked her out of bed, a puddle had already formed under where she was lying.

‘Holy fuck! Is that why you bit me? slap HUH! YOU LIKE PAIN slap IS IT?!’

Without saying a word more, he bent her over the bed and pushed her face into the wet patch, blocking her mouth and one of her nostrils at the same time. In a single, powerful stroke, he plunged his cock deep into her waterfall of a pussy and replaced her knees on the bed. For the next few minutes, he just fucked, slapped, and pinched her butt as hard as he was aching, and possibly bleeding, down there.

Once he had enough, he pulled her back upright into his chest, and reached an arm around for her pussy. Just as she thought he was going to rub her and take some of the pain away, he surprised her further by slapping her clit, with his fingers. It was, those brief, sharp smacks by his fingers that hurt more than anything, and those beatings were exactly what made her a little tighter.

‘ARGHH! Turn around for me!’

She unhesitantly did just that and in a flash, she was on her back, lying in the same wet patch while he leaned over her supple body. Finally, in the all-time-favourite, missionary position, did she felt the first instance of any affection, no matter how short-lived they were once he began chewing on her boobs.

Bombarded with the intense pain over her B cups, multiple sore spots on her bum she was lying against, her pussy was getting juicier with each passing thrust. The occasional deprivation of air, awakening slaps on her cheeks, somehow made her more infatuated with this, new man.

It was one thing to discover her unknown fetish for submission, but it was the very sight she saw in the end, where her man pounds and hammers her until he cums, that really made it all worthwhile.

‘CUMMING!’

He skipped all that messy pull-out nonsense and came right inside her fully-functional, ovulating pussy, unprotected, unsterilised, but nevertheless satisfying to a whole new level.

‘OK.. I’m done..’

At the same time Aaron pulled out of her overworked pussy, Erin sat herself upright in the same direction and went on to clean him up, thoroughly with lots of love.

(Him) ‘Rin.. You really went crazy today..’

(Her) ‘I know.. Can I ask you something?’

(Him) ‘Yeah? What?’

(Her) ‘You once mentioned to me that you wanted to see me get.. Fucked by other men. Does that still..’

(Him) ‘Hey.. Are you sure about that?’

(Her) ‘Only if you do something for me..’

(Him) ‘Of course! What is it?’

(Her) ‘Will you tie me up, and blindfold me?’

(Him) ‘In what position?’

(Her) ‘Any. You can choose how you want me to be tied. But I want you to be the last guy to cum inside me. Can?’

(Him) ‘Wait wait.. So.. raw?’

(Her) ‘Uh huh. Or if you are uncomfortable with that, you can ask them to wear protection. I’m all yours.’

Over the short, intense discussion, Aaron unwittingly got hard again, which was all Erin could ask for as she went down on him for as long as he wanted, while he ‘made some calls’.

That fateful night, marked a new beginning for their sex life, which gradually took a darker turn as they too, became very different people who could no longer feel complete without each other.

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(I exclaimed) ‘You’re here first.’

(She answered excitedly) ‘Uh-huh!’

‘And very well-dressed too.’

This time, unlike before, it was the strapless, collarbone-revealing, ruffled, black tube dress that I couldn’t stop looking at, in particular the curves around her usually-hidden waist, and the appropriate-sized chest.

‘So.. it’s my school’s prom night.. and birthday too!’

‘Your birthday?’

(She gleamed) ‘YUPP!’

Without any hesitation, or breaking her smile, she snatched the cigarette I was about to lit and stuck its end into my mouth, before I handed her my lighter to ‘light me up’. Immediately after that, she squatted at my feet and went for my zipper, skipping the usual ‘menial’ task for an instant gratification inside her mouth.

Despite her haste, everything slowed down from the moment she started licking my shaft all over, compounding on the effects my cigarette had on my weary mind. It was on that night, at that instance, when I realised that she has been going down on me for approximately seven minutes, the average time I took to finish a stick.

After spending that amount of time drifting in between euphoria and some slight (pleasurable) agony, she rose to her feet once I stubbed the cigarette butt out. From that point, I was certain that something has happened, for her to place my palms on her uncupped, braless chest where her nipples were poking so hard through.

Sensing some kind of relief, I took my time to massage the pair, just like how she exercised her hand on my cock. For my following ‘trip’ down her waist to her bum, I met no resistance, even when I hiked her dress up – to discover her grave state of undress.

(I whispered) ‘no panties?’

(She whispered) ‘for you.. ‘

At once, I stuck my fingers between her legs and easily found her clit, working on them so rapidly like a vibrator. The birthday girl, didn’t take too long to start leaking either, drenching my whole hand as I fingered her love hole.

For some reason, I couldn’t stop teasing her that way, way past the time she got too lightheaded to keep her hand on my manhood. Instead of the steps this time, she simply spun herself around, perched her elbows on the horizontal part of the railing, and threw a slutty look at me.

‘Hmm.. birthday huh?’

(With pleading eyes) ‘uh huh.. ‘

I gently placed both palms on her thighs and dragged them so slowly up, to re-expose her bare bottom in the proper, legal light this time. Automatically, she parted her feet and bent them a little, for me to smear her juices all over ourselves until she grew impatient.

(She asked) ‘Can I call you daddy?’

‘Sure. Do you like that?’

‘Yes daddy.. but can you please put it in already? Your little girl needs some liquid-love.’

‘Fine.’

That said, I popped my little head in and got a firm hold of her waist, before ramming the complete length of my cock into the misbehaving girl. Naturally, her first yelp went unrestrained as she curled forward in shock, of my unannounced ‘treat’. Seeing how tightly she clenched her fists on the rails, I couldn’t continue doing what I would do.

‘Baby? Are you ok? I’m sorry. I thought it would.. ‘

(In her weak voice) ‘Yes daddy.. I’ll take anything you give me.. as hard as you want.’

My heart sank, not from relief, but from lust. For a moment, there were no more strings on me, especially on the (slow) speed I was supposed to start all forms of sex in. Going for a moderate, all-out pace, I moved my hips back and forth, dipping into her depths at a controlled speed.

Knowing how well it worked for my, rightful partner, it had the same effect on her as well. Within minutes, she was already shivering, in growing intensity as her legs buckled dangerously, in increasing frequency. Still holding onto her waist, I was able to keep her upright as I banged her harder, against the metal railing with fading paint.

No doubt unexpected, it was pleasant to hear, and feel how seamlessly she climaxed, comparable to a harder seawave hitting her at the right spot instead of an excruciating orgasm. Inside of her, it was a yearning, reassuring kind of grip that enclosed my cock, unlike the usual, cock-crimping experience.

After the first ‘wave’, more followed suit as I maintained that pace, draining her of more strength with each. By the time my shirt was drenched, she had gone far in a trance, that only a pause in my motion could only awaken.

(She whimpered) ‘Daddy? Are you tired?’

‘A little, yes.’

The concerned little girl wasted no time in turning herself around, to be taken aback by my state of sweatiness. As unnecessary as it was, I could tell that she felt guilty, about the work she has ‘made me done’. Without saying a word, she led me to the steps (next to us), straightened her dress, and unrolled the top to keep her breasts out.

Patting on the step she was seated on, I cluelessly placed one feet on it, and let her shift one step down so her mouth would be directly in front of my cock. For the first few minutes, I was treated like a royal with slow up-down strokes, gentle-tongue teases, and extended accommodations down her throat. To top things off, she insisted that I smoked, while she made love to me with her mouth.

After my first stick, she secured her lips around my circumference and reached under my legs for my butt, pushing them forcefully in her direction. Halfway, she requested that I light another one, and puff away while she attempts to deep-throat me. In just a few thrusts, she, and I, found out about her lack of any gag-reflex, as long as I went deep enough.

One hand on my cigarette, and other other behind her head, the face-fuck she had just practiced for was put to the test, further surprising the both of us when I was able to go balls-deep. With that, I went at it faster and harder, sinking my entire shaft into the facial orifice overflowing with saliva.

Once I had enough of my second consecutive cancer stick, I put it out and used both hands, to keep her still while I continued to jerk my hips into her face.

In that mysteriously-pleasurable hole, it took me slightly longer, to build up a different kind of ‘explosive’. Even before that ‘moment’, I could tell how much greater it would feel, from sheer liberation, all-encompassing, and even at a soul-cleansing level.

‘Ready, baby?’

‘MMM!’

Despite her teary eyes, smudged mascara, I could tell how much she was looking forward to this, just from her eyes that looked so delightful. One more minute, was all I took from her before I came straight down her throat, bypassing her taste buds for a familiar, milking motion of her thorax mucles.

Since I was already at her mouth, the cleanup was much quicker, though still delicately done so I wouldn’t stain my undies. That night, she had her first (and last) puff, and we exchanged numbers so baby girl could contact daddy, whenever daddy texted her first.

In our small talk after that, she confessed, she would have no qualms about extorting a ‘yes’ out of me as a birthday present, if I turned her ‘offer’ down. My agreement to be her ‘daddy’, was the best gift she received, alongside the acceptance into the instituition of her choice.

Unsurprisingly, the fifteen minutes we spent sharing identity-safe facts about ourselves, proved to be exactly how much time I needed, for a second erection. Needless to say, I was swiftly discharged of that much-wanted-attention in a merciless, one-sided cowgirl ride. Where else, have I not filled that would empty my emptiness once more?

Given how her new school timetable was more flexible than the last, she used each visit to slowly familiarised herself with the layout of the warehouse I work in, some areas surrounding it, and also a few of my co-workers. Long story short(er), those dark, quiet, discreet corners she found would be where the two, or three, or more of us relieved our despicable, sexual needs.

All that said, that fateful stairwell would still, be our main activity ground.

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Deep in Love

Lying incapacitated beside Maeve, my outstretched hand was duly neglected as she was fucked by two men, one brazenly pounding her from behind while the other continously jabbed his cock into her mouth. As hard as I tried to recall what led ‘us’ into this situation, I could not help feeling a sense of relief from how she was moaning so passionately.

(Man grunted) ‘CUMMING!’

I watched her body jerked a few times before she was yanked backwards, possibly over the erupting cock. Without anyone behind her, the guy who was face-fucking her, released his grip on her head, revealing the (lack of) coercion when she voluntarily went down on him.

Devastated by her instigation, I could only watch helplessly as she pleased him the way she did for me, tearing bits of the trust I had in her away, one slurp at a time. Halfway through the heartbreak, a man, seemingly unfamiliar, came to the bed and took his position at her lips.

Moving in sync, the men resumed their abuse of my baby love, bombarding her with addictive pleasure as she writhed in gratification. All the strength I was left with only allowed me to roll my eyes; upward at her face raided by a cock, or downward to her curvy butt getting smashed by a stranger.

Soon, it was time for the man behind her to cum, and he finished it off in the same way as the first. The newer man at her mouth then shifted over to her rear and hammered till she collapsed next to me, then emptying his balls in distasteful groans.

Just as I thought it was all over, someone rolled her over onto her back and slumped one of her legs over me. Then, a man appeared between her legs and began fucking her lifeless body, thrusting as forcefully and rapidly as he liked. Once he came, he made way for another man, who did exactly the same.

I knew the best that I could do was to keep count, and remember as many details as I could of this assault. Nonetheless, I was powerless against whatever caused my drowsiness, her voracious hunger, and finally, my unconsciousness.

When I came to, she was already up, and stroking my ‘morning-wood’ while she watched YouTube. We had another round of sex in the morning and nothing could be more ordinary, with an appropriate amount of cum flowing into her hand she used to sip my elixir up.

The ‘biggest’ thing that changed, was her attitude towards me. Not only was she more affectionate, she prioritised my sexual attraction towards her above anything. In a few short weeks, my body was conditioned to react at her slightest hint, erecting a staff she was more than willing to ‘deflate’.

So while I was my own man in her absence, she was my everything in bed.

But! Did it or did it not happen?