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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?

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‘Thanks for sending me home again.’

‘It’s ok. Just want you to get home safe. I’ll see you soon k?’

‘Wait!’

Before I could turn away, she dived into my arms and we hugged for another long while, though she was quicker this time to stick her hand into my shorts. Unlike the first time it happened, I was semi-erected to start with, so it didn’t take long for me to be throbbing so wildly in her hand.

Once I was up to ‘size’, she bent over her back to take my exposed cock into her mouth, sucking me a little more impatiently than before. I had partly anticipated that she wouldn’t want to do this anymore, thus ready to be left blue-balled.

Within seconds, she was done, and I was about to pull up my pants when she turned her back towards me. I didn’t quite understand what was happening until she wriggled her tights down, exposing her butt to me.

Saying no more than ‘come nearer’, she easily caught hold of my cock and promptly tucked it between her thighs, piercing right into her pussy that was unnaturally wet. Given how quickly things progressed, I had already begun ramming my meat into her, as she moaned into the hand I held over her mouth.

Biting and sucking on my fingers, I only grew harder to her desire for my presence in her body. In time, her contracting vaginal walls soon pushed me towards the edge, where I was more worried than I should be about ‘where should I cum’.

(I whispered loudly) ‘Maeve! I’m gonna cum soon!’

(She moaned) ‘OH YES! Shoot inside me! Trust me.. when I say that.. ‘

Completely letting go of myself, my hips moved on its own at full speed, banging her as fast and fast for the few seconds I could last. At the end of it all, everything I had was sprayed into her while I sighed sounds of agony and pleasure, a clear representation of the intense orgasm I felt.

As I pulled out of her, she quickly shut her legs and put her panties back on, walking awkwardly up the flight of stairs for home after waving goodbye to me.

There was no need to wonder why, or how did she process my cum. Without a doubt, it has become a protein-filled nightsnack for her.

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(She said) ‘Thanks for sending me home.’

‘It’s ok. Just want to make sure you’re safe.’

Out of habit, I stepped into her arms to give her a farewell hug that couldn’t feel more emotional, it being our first after three weeks of downtime. In her arms, I could feel how much I’ve put her through, how much she suffered, and how hard she wished things turned out different.

For a long while, we stood in a very still embrace, experiencing the rush of emotions that we knew were running through our heads. Finally, when it was time to part, she didn’t free her grip from my wrists.

‘J.. ‘

(I asked) ‘Yes?’

Without saying a word more, she buried her head in my chest and used her hands to widen my waistband, catching my manhood off guard. Caressing him very affectionately, I was soon moaning while getting pinned by her forehead, unable to see what she was feeling.

Once my shorts were yanked lower at the center, she slid down my body and swiftly slipped her lips over my cock, sucking and teasing me to a muddled-high with her tongue.

‘Maeve.. Haa.. I.. ‘

(As she shook her head) ‘Mmmm!’

I knew there was nothing I could say to express my shock when she did that, throwing me into a momentary daze with her side-to-side head movements. Relentless, her mouth moved faster up and down my cock, turning me so hard and thick that she had to take frequent breaths.

(I moaned) ‘Maeve.. it’s too sensitive.’

She then used a hand to jerk the lower part of my shaft as she focused wholly on the tip, bringing her head back and forth to spread her saliva for use as lubricant. Understanding my bodily functions well, the added slipperiness relieved some of the over-sensitivity, resuscitating my sense of pleasure.

(I groaned softly) ‘Maeve, I’m cumming soon.. Do you.. Ahh.. Want me to.. Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!’

In a split second, my abs were cringing as I erupted in her mouth, entirety of my load contained safely within her lips. I spent the next few seconds writhing on my feet as she continued extracting, every last drop which I didn’t even catch a glimpse of.

‘Mmm.. Thank you.’

Although she was emotionless, I could guess how much she enjoyed it. We went our separate ways shortly after and that daring encounter would be a thought to treasure.

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Front, and Back

Written in the perspective of Maeve.

I wouldn’t have known if he was Vance, or someone else behind the blindfolds J put over my eyes. Those four hands holding me down onto the bed, felt scary to say the least, until I breathed in the familiar scent of the man I loved. That assurance was all I needed to loosen myself up, especially at my legs they were trying to open.

Who could blame those two boys to be so impatient, to want to get their hands and fingers into every crevices of mine, except for that one they knew better not to go anywhere near. Both my hands were hastily brought to their manhood in two directions, left and right, while they ran their fingernails all over my body. My mind, was just basking in the dirty thought of being so desired by two men whose goal was to pleasure me (first), as I did the same for them.

To have fingers from two vastly different hands working on my clit sent strong, minute shocks through my spine. But when one of them put a finger into me, and carefully moved it in and out while the other vibrated fingertips on the outside, overwhelmed my unprepared body.

For a second, I realised how loud I was and so badly wanted one of them, any of them, to be in my mouth. But the way they were torturing me through my clit, made it impossible for me to summon any strength to do so.

‘Can one of you.. ahhh.. use.. put it in my mouth? Please?’

Never have I expected myself to say the word ‘please’ under such circumstances, but I know how much more fluent was I with my mouth than hands. Yet, none of them budged. Before I realised it, my head was moving towards the side I suspected was him, and the two of them rose onto their knees to get me in another position.

My hands remained on their throbbing penises the whole time they helped me sit upright against the headboard, then asked to touch myself with the hand on the cock I want in my mouth first. I let go of my left as it was my master hand, and promptly had that cock buried in my face.

Since I was in control of my hands, I lightly rubbed myself as I used my tongue to tease that cock coming from my left, sucking hard for as long as I needed to make him groan. Although it wasn’t the voice I preferred to hear, he was clearly enjoying my lip service. That alone, made me wetter, embarrassed, and guilty towards the dick still in my hand.

My mouth was freed before I had my fun and he went to my feet, which I tried to keep shut so he wouldn’t distract me from the other one I was going to put into my mouth. In the end, he managed to force my thighs apart and I had to service my man in a sloppy fashion. That was the only part I didn’t quite like, but he wasn’t the type to accept what he was given.

That was also the reason why I didn’t stop him when he stood over my body, held my head still with both hands, and thrusted his delicious sausage into my face. It was that single, thoughtful gesture of his that made this whole thing less of a ‘get what they want’ and more of a ‘we are doing this with just one more person’.

He has allowed me to keep one hand at the base of his shaft while he used my mouth in whatever ways he wished. Until I was put in the doggystyle position, it didn’t occur to me that ‘part one’ has come to an end the moment he stepped away from me.

Even then, I was just glad that he didn’t go inside me first, so I could still taste him for a bit longer. To be honest, I wasn’t paying much attention to the man behind me. It was the one before whom I wanted to satisfy, like how this three way became possible.

I loved his saltiness, sweetness, almost everything about it. Compared to the other partners whose fluids I have to wash down the basin, none of his ever went to waste. The slight jerking motion from behind made work easy as I just let the motion guide my mouth up and down, lasting for another ten minutes before the dick pulled itself out of me.

To save the trouble of them switching places, I turned myself around and sat over my man’s cock. Once I had a good grip of the one going into my mouth, I rode him like usual, slamming my butt a little too hard and fast to his liking. Nonetheless, he let me do what I liked and that allowed me to focus on both ends – until the one in my mouth came.

Coincidentally, I was about to climax as well from the one in me, causing me to swallow that load without any choice. All I remembered was moving my hips so rapidly that my vision went white, to one of the most intense orgasms I have ever received.

My mouth immediately revisited the cock that just emptied its load and cleaned it up, before turning myself towards my man behind me. I resumed my ride for another orgasm, that I didn’t dare to go through with it when he warned me about his status.

I hopped off his cock and shifted myself back so I could take him in my mouth again, though it was him who guided my head up and down. My pussy found its way into the other guy’s hand and he helped me come just as I received my meal into my throat.

There was hardly anything left when I lifted my head up to steal a kiss as reward for my good job done. The rest of the night formally began once Vance left, with us ordering room service and then continue humping each other weak late into the wee hours.

I couldn’t stop tasting myself the whole night where he came inside me another two times. Mmmm!

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She Happened

‘Goodnight J.’

‘Goodnight.. ‘

I knew I couldn’t even finish my sentence before drowsiness overwhelmed my body, shutting me out of my mind that wanted to say her name so badly. The Maeve I knew didn’t waste that chance to wriggle her way into my arms, just so she could steal more kisses while I was in that vulnerable state.

Little need to be said when I woke up to her fidget, and found myself revitalised from last night’s endeavour to make love in every possible corner of the room. From how her bodily scent whiff into my nose, I knew that she couldn’t be far from me.

If my memory proved accurate, she told me of her way to wake me up, and my sheer anticipation of it has already done half the work. There seemed to be no room left to make my day any better, now that I could feel her knees sinking into the mattress between my legs. The twitching in my loin was already ringing in my head a few minutes ago.

Just as I tried to raise my arms to rub my eyes, I felt a tug at the wrists. And it wasn’t just my hands that were restrained, my legs, the ones I was too lazy to move for her, were tied to the corners of the bed as well.

‘Maeve? You.. ahhh.. ahhh.. ‘

By then, her mouth had already began work on my cock, winning controls of my speech as well as any resistance in one single move. My mind simply gave in to her thoughtfulness for me, fully aware that she wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.

Although it was difficult to relax knowing that I couldn’t stop her if she sucked me too forcefully for my liking, it could be her chance to dominate me for once throughout the course of this staycation. I almost didn’t think about how she managed to tie me down until she shoved her face down my shaft, and sucked and gagged till I was too sensitive. No amount of struggling would free me from the tight bounds.

Even though there were momentarily breaks from her strong, violent suctions, she was actually waiting for me to let my guard down so she could torture me more. By the end of her blowjob, I was more exhausted than before I slept.

(Maeve slyly asked) ‘Are you ready?’

‘Ready for?’

‘This.’

In a bold move, she stood over my hips, squatted down and very slowly sat over my cock. For the first two minutes, she just hopped up and down to pleasure herself, up till she climaxed in that unconventional position. It didn’t seem logical that she would get herself off in that pose, unless there was more that I should be fearful about.

True enough, she planted her ass comfortably down on my groin, embedding my dick so deeply into her pussy, and proceeded to rob me of my soul. Using her well-trained waist, she rocked her hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her vagina, stroking those sweet, sensitive spots of her that would bring about more orgasms.

If you have never felt the insides of a woman leading up to an orgasm, I would say excruciating. I could not keep my mouth shut once she started growling in pace with her grinding motion, looking all determined to ride this one out till she came. My cock was silently screaming as her soft walls encased my hardness in pleasure, stroking it in an inescapable grasp that was so wet and hot.

I lost all sense of time during that ferocious cowgirl ride that drove her mind crazy as well, until she abruptly paused. Her orgasm hit the both of us so hard that I edged so close to ejaculation, and she grabbed that opportunity to exercise her observational skills.

More ass grinding and hips slamming got me so uptight that my body began flopping involuntarily in the opposite direction, to no avail! All it took her was a few more seconds to cock my rifle, and easily pulled the trigger for the most powerful orgasm I had for that staycation.

My cock just kept pumping loads after loads into her throbbing vagina, surrendering all of it to her wit. That spiteful girl continued grinding even after I came, ignoring the fact that I was begging for her to stop.

My mind, body and soul departed all at once, into the only part of my body still connected to hers. There was nothing left in me, and of me.

‘Hehe.’

That scary laughter had little effect on me when she dismounted her stallion, taking her own time to suck me dry and clean me up of any leftovers. The fight that I initially had was gone, and I have to give it to her for her effort.

My mind slowly recovered as she toyed with my manhood, showering it with kisses and massages until I felt nothing. No longer breathless, and just calm. That, that was the starting line she was looking for, and following that was another long, fruitful path to another erection.

‘Again?’

‘I’m tired.. ‘

‘I’m not!’

With that, she turned herself away this time and went for the reverse-cowgirl stance, gleefully bouncing her ass for my eyes to feast on, and my cock to lose itself to. The second round started off well with less detectable sensations along my shaft, having expendable most of its stamina earlier.

Her continuous, self-absorbed riding gifted her two orgasms before my erection went completely numb, an effect I suffered from on random occasions. When her back was turned, she undid the restraints around my feet, and freed my hands too when I fell silent.

I wasn’t just tired, I was overused.

(I asked) ‘Do you want to try doggy? It might take a while though.’

That cute little one didn’t even say a word and bent over for me, ready to be loved by me. The arduous journey began blissfully as I picked up speed, thrusting in long, deep strokes until I regained sensitivity, and finally ending it with a smaller load inside her.

When we checked out, let’s just say that I looked like I didn’t get any sleep last night, while she was all jumpy and cheerful. It wasn’t when we reached my place, that she admitted to using her prescribed sleeping pills, to knock me out so she could knock herself up with me.

Morning-after notwithstanding of course.