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The conclusion

The blindfold tightened over my eyes as Ryan's warm breath ghosted across my ear. "We have a surprise for you, and you're going to fucking love this one."

The first clue came from the footsteps, sharp staccato clicks on the floor that made my nipples harden instantly. No man's shoes made that sound. My breath hitched as delicate fingers, too soft, too precise, traced my collarbone.

"Who" I started, but Jake shushed me with two fingers against my lips. The new touch continued exploring, painting invisible patterns across my flushed skin. A floral perfume mixed with the scent of sex in the room, jasmine and vanilla.

"Marie, meet Elena," Marcus rumbled, his hands kneading my thighs. "Our favorite plaything. And now yours." The woman's laugh was low and rich as her nails scraped down my sternum. 

"I've watched all your videos, miss," she purred. The heat of her body pressed against me as she straddled one of my thighs, her short skirt riding up to reveal the barest hint of lace

"Couldn't wait to feel if you're as sweet as you look."

Ryan's hands guided mine upward until my fingers met the swell of Elena's breasts spilling from her corset top. "Touch her," he commanded. "Learn what a real woman feels like."

Elena gasped when I squeezed, her back arching into my touch. Her skin was impossibly soft, her nipple hardening to a stiff peak against my palm. I whimpered as she ground against my thigh, the damp heat of her seeping through the thin fabric between us.

"Fuck, look at them," Daniel groaned from somewhere to my left. I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down.

Elena's lips found my ear as her hand slid between my legs. "They're all so hard for us," she whispered before capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. Her tongue tasted like mint, her teeth nipping at my lower lip until I moaned.

The blindfold slipped away as Elena pulled back, revealing smeared red lipstick and dark, hungry eyes. Behind her, the guys stood in various states of undress, stroking themselves as they watched. Ryan held up his phone, the red recording light blinking.

"Elena's going to teach you how to come on a woman's tongue," Marcus announced, his thick fingers spreading my thighs wider. "And we're going to make sure you never forget this lesson."

Elena's smile was pure sin as she lowered herself between my legs. The first lick stole my breath. The second stole my voice. By the third, I was gripping her hair as she showed me exactly why the guys kept inviting her back.

The video played on a loop on Ryan's phone, my head thrashing back, Elena's skilled mouth working between my thighs, hard penis stroking in unison to the sounds of my shattered moans. And when I finally broke, screaming Elena's name as my back arched, pairs of hands were there to catch me.

“Let them watch, they’ve been dreaming of this moment, seeing me claim their precious Marie.”

I glanced over her shoulder, my eyes meeting Marcus’s intense stare. He smiled, his fingers tightening around the base of his penis as he stroked himself faster. 

“You look so fucking beautiful, Marie, watching you submit to her… it’s a dream come true.”

Jake stepped closer, his free hand reaching out to stroke my hair. “You’re ours, Marie,” he murmured, his fingers tangling in my locks. “But today, you’re hers first.”

Elena’s lips pressed against my inner thigh, her tongue tracing delicate patterns. Her hands slid higher, teasing the sensitive flesh at the apex of my thighs. 

“Listen to them,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Listen to how much they want us. How much they crave this.”

I could hear them, Ryan’s low groans as he recorded, Jake’s muttered curses, Marcus’s grunts as he stroked himself faster.

Elena’s mouth moved higher, her breath hot against my core. “Spread your legs wider,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. I whimpered but obeyed, my thighs trembling as I opened myself completely to her.

“Good girl,” Ryan murmured, his voice dripping with approval.

Elena’s tongue flicked against my folds, and I gasped, my back arching off the bed. Her hands gripped my thighs tightly, holding me in place as she tasted me with slow, deliberate strokes. The sound of her tongue sliding against me mixed with the men’s labored breaths, creating a symphony of raw desire.

Jake stepped closer, his fingers traced the curve of my breast. 

I nodded, unable to form coherent words as Elena’s tongue explored every inch of me. Her fingers joined the assault, teasing before slipping inside, curling against that sensitive spot.

“Yes,” I gasped, as Elena’s pace quickened. Her fingers pumping faster, her tongue swirling around my clitoris with ruthless precision. My hips bucked uncontrollably, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I cried out, my voice echoing through the room. Elena didn’t relent, her tongue and fingers working relentlessly to draw every last drop of pleasure from me.

The men watched in awe, their own releases imminent as they stroked themselves in time with my gasps and moans. Marcus was the first to spill over, his seed hitting the bed beside me as he cursed under his breath. Jake followed soon after, his handless grip on my breast tightening as he came with a low groan.

Ryan lowered the phone momentarily to adjust himself, his eyes never leaving us. “You’re fucking perfect, Marie,” he breathed.

The taste of my own arousal still lingered on Elena's lips when she pulled me into another searing kiss. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat to the hungry gazes of the men surrounding us. I could feel Ryan's phone capturing every twitch of my overstimulated body, every desperate gasp as Elena's free hand slipped between my trembling thighs again.

Ryan's grin was feral as he angled the phone downward.

"Smile for the camera, princess. This one's going viral."

And… It was…

The end
Ashley

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The conclusion

The blindfold tightened over my eyes as Ryan's warm breath ghosted across my ear. "We have a surprise for you, and you're going to fucking love this one."

The first clue came from the footsteps, sharp staccato clicks on the floor that made my nipples harden instantly. No man's shoes made that sound. My breath hitched as delicate fingers, too soft, too precise, traced my collarbone.

"Who" I started, but Jake shushed me with two fingers against my lips. The new touch continued exploring, painting invisible patterns across my flushed skin. A floral perfume mixed with the scent of sex in the room, jasmine and vanilla.

"Marie, meet Elena," Marcus rumbled, his hands kneading my thighs. "Our favorite plaything. And now yours." The woman's laugh was low and rich as her nails scraped down my sternum. 

"I've watched all your videos, miss," she purred. The heat of her body pressed against me as she straddled one of my thighs, her short skirt riding up to reveal the barest hint of lace

"Couldn't wait to feel if you're as sweet as you look."

Ryan's hands guided mine upward until my fingers met the swell of Elena's breasts spilling from her corset top. "Touch her," he commanded. "Learn what a real woman feels like."

Elena gasped when I squeezed, her back arching into my touch. Her skin was impossibly soft, her nipple hardening to a stiff peak against my palm. I whimpered as she ground against my thigh, the damp heat of her seeping through the thin fabric between us.

"Fuck, look at them," Daniel groaned from somewhere to my left. I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down.

Elena's lips found my ear as her hand slid between my legs. "They're all so hard for us," she whispered before capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. Her tongue tasted like mint, her teeth nipping at my lower lip until I moaned.

The blindfold slipped away as Elena pulled back, revealing smeared red lipstick and dark, hungry eyes. Behind her, the guys stood in various states of undress, stroking themselves as they watched. Ryan held up his phone, the red recording light blinking.

"Elena's going to teach you how to come on a woman's tongue," Marcus announced, his thick fingers spreading my thighs wider. "And we're going to make sure you never forget this lesson."

Elena's smile was pure sin as she lowered herself between my legs. The first lick stole my breath. The second stole my voice. By the third, I was gripping her hair as she showed me exactly why the guys kept inviting her back.

The video played on a loop on Ryan's phone, my head thrashing back, Elena's skilled mouth working between my thighs, hard penis stroking in unison to the sounds of my shattered moans. And when I finally broke, screaming Elena's name as my back arched, pairs of hands were there to catch me.

“Let them watch, they’ve been dreaming of this moment, seeing me claim their precious Marie.”

I glanced over her shoulder, my eyes meeting Marcus’s intense stare. He smiled, his fingers tightening around the base of his penis as he stroked himself faster. 

“You look so fucking beautiful, Marie, watching you submit to her… it’s a dream come true.”

Jake stepped closer, his free hand reaching out to stroke my hair. “You’re ours, Marie,” he murmured, his fingers tangling in my locks. “But today, you’re hers first.”

Elena’s lips pressed against my inner thigh, her tongue tracing delicate patterns. Her hands slid higher, teasing the sensitive flesh at the apex of my thighs. 

“Listen to them,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Listen to how much they want us. How much they crave this.”

I could hear them, Ryan’s low groans as he recorded, Jake’s muttered curses, Marcus’s grunts as he stroked himself faster.

Elena’s mouth moved higher, her breath hot against my core. “Spread your legs wider,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. I whimpered but obeyed, my thighs trembling as I opened myself completely to her.

“Good girl,” Ryan murmured, his voice dripping with approval.

Elena’s tongue flicked against my folds, and I gasped, my back arching off the bed. Her hands gripped my thighs tightly, holding me in place as she tasted me with slow, deliberate strokes. The sound of her tongue sliding against me mixed with the men’s labored breaths, creating a symphony of raw desire.

Jake stepped closer, his fingers traced the curve of my breast. 

I nodded, unable to form coherent words as Elena’s tongue explored every inch of me. Her fingers joined the assault, teasing before slipping inside, curling against that sensitive spot.

“Yes,” I gasped, as Elena’s pace quickened. Her fingers pumping faster, her tongue swirling around my clitoris with ruthless precision. My hips bucked uncontrollably, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I cried out, my voice echoing through the room. Elena didn’t relent, her tongue and fingers working relentlessly to draw every last drop of pleasure from me.

The men watched in awe, their own releases imminent as they stroked themselves in time with my gasps and moans. Marcus was the first to spill over, his seed hitting the bed beside me as he cursed under his breath. Jake followed soon after, his handless grip on my breast tightening as he came with a low groan.

Ryan lowered the phone momentarily to adjust himself, his eyes never leaving us. “You’re fucking perfect, Marie,” he breathed.

The taste of my own arousal still lingered on Elena's lips when she pulled me into another searing kiss. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat to the hungry gazes of the men surrounding us. I could feel Ryan's phone capturing every twitch of my overstimulated body, every desperate gasp as Elena's free hand slipped between my trembling thighs again.

Ryan's grin was feral as he angled the phone downward.

"Smile for the camera, princess. This one's going viral."

And… It was…

The end
Ashley

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“Kneel,” he ordered, and I sank to my knees, the cool marble beneath me a sharp contrast to the heat pooling between my thighs.

He knelt behind me, his hands firm on my hips as he positioned me. “Spread your legs wider,” he murmured, and I obeyed, feeling utterly exposed. The cool air hit my most intimate place, making me shiver, but his touch soon warmed me as his fingers traced my folds, teasing and parting me.

“So wet already,” I felt the cool tip of the vibrator press against me, and I bit my lip, anticipation coiling tighter inside me. He pushed it in slowly, letting me feel every inch as it slid deeper, filling me in the most delicious way.

“There,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Now, let’s see how well you can keep your composure.”

He pressed the remote, and the vibrator came to life at level six. I gasped, my body jerking as the vibrations surged through me, intense and unrelenting. My hands flew to the counter to steady myself, but Trevor’s grip on my hips held me firmly in place.

“Don’t move,” he commanded, his voice dark and possessive. “Just feel it.”

The sensations were overwhelming, waves of pleasure crashing over me with every pulse of the vibrator. My hips twitched involuntarily, desperate for more, but Trevor’s grip kept me still.

“Please,” I whimpered, my voice trembling.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Let it take you.”

The vibrations grew stronger, and I felt myself teetering on the edge, my core tightening as pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

And I did. My body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through me, intense and all-consuming. I cried out, my voice echoing in the room as pleasure pulsed through me in waves, leaving me trembling and breathless.

Trevor turned off the vibrator, and I collapsed forward, my forehead resting on the counter as I tried to catch my breath. He knelt beside me, his hand brushing my hair back gently.

The car ride to the city was a blur of tension. Trevor drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on my thigh, his fingers inching higher with every mile. By the time we pulled up to an exclusive members-only club tucked away in the heart of downtown, my panties were soaked, and my breath was coming in shallow gasps.

The club was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the low hum of conversation. Trevor led me through the crowd, his hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward a private booth in the back. The moment we sat down, a waitress appeared, her eyes flicking between us with knowing amusement.

"Your usual, Sir?"

Trevor nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "And a glass of champagne for the lady. Something sweet."

The waitress disappeared, and I leaned in, my voice a whisper. "What is this place?"

Trevor’s lips curved. "A place where people like us come to play." His hand found my knee under the table, sliding up my thigh until his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of my panties.

"And today, Christine, you’re going to play very well."

Before I could respond, the waitress returned with our drinks. Trevor took a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes locked on mine as he spoke. "Drink your champagne. Then go to the ladies’ room. Take off your panties and bring them back to me."

"Here? Now?"

His fingers tightened on my thigh. "Now."
I downed the champagne in one gulp, the bubbles fizzing in my throat as I stood on unsteady legs. The ladies’ room was just as opulent as the rest of the club, all dark wood and gilded mirrors. I locked myself in a stall, my hands trembling as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my lace thong and slid it down my legs. The cool air hit my bare vagina, making me shiver. I folded the panties neatly, pressing them to my nose for just a second, my own scent sweet, filled my senses before I tucked them into my clutch.

When I returned to the booth, Trevor was waiting, his expression unreadable. I handed him the panties without a word. He unfolded them slowly, bringing them to his nose. 

I bit my lip, my vagina clenching at the sound of his voice. "What now?"

He tucked the panties into his pocket before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a small, sleek remote. My eyes widened. "What is that?"

"A little insurance," he said, his thumb hovering over a button. "Stand up. Lift your skirt."

I hesitated for only a second before doing as he asked. The fabric of my skirt pooled around my waist, exposing my bare vagina to the cool air of the club. Trevor’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me, glistening and swollen with need.

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

I obeyed, my heart pounding as I widened my stance, my vagina lips parting slightly. Trevor’s thumb pressed down on the button.

A sudden, sharp vibration pulsed against my clitoris.

I gasped, my knees buckling as the unexpected pleasure shot through me.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "No one can hear you. But if you make a sound, I’ll turn it up."

The vibration continued, relentless and insistent, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles white, my breath coming in ragged gasps. 

"Oh god," I whimpered, my voice barely audible. "I can’t…"

"You can," Trevor growled, his free hand gripping my hip to steady me. "And you will. Come for me, Christine. Right here. Right now."

The vibration intensified, and I bit down on my lip to stifle a moan as the first orgasm ripped through me. My vagina clenched around nothing, my juices dripping down my thighs as I trembled, my body wracked with pleasure. Trevor watched me with dark satisfaction, his thumb never leaving the button until the last shuddering wave had passed.

"One," he said, his voice a low purr. "Five more to go."

The rest of the afternoon was a blur of stolen touches and whispered commands. Trevor took me to a high-end boutique, where he made me try on lingerie in a private dressing room, lingerie I wasn’t allowed to wear. Instead, he had me strip naked, my bare vagina exposed as he knelt before me, his tongue lashing against my clitoris until I came with a muffled cry, my hands fisted in his hair.

"Two," he murmured against my thigh before standing and zipping up his pants. "And we’re just getting started."

By the time we reached the rooftop bar of a luxury hotel, the sun was beginning to set, painting the sky beautifully. Trevor led me to a secluded corner and guided me toward a plush chaise lounge. "Lie down," he ordered.

I did as I was told, my body still humming from the last orgasm. Trevor knelt beside me, his fingers tracing the outline of my lips before sliding down to my throat.

"You’ve been such a good girl today," he murmured, his voice a dark promise.

"But I think it’s time for something a little… different."

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The theatre professor Marcus didn’t make me wait. He slammed into me, his penis filling me. I moaned as he pounded into me. He didn’t hold back. He fucked me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel my orgasm building again, my vagina clenching around his penis as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my screams filling the room. Marcus groaned, his penis pulsing inside me as he came, his cum filling me.

One by one, they took me, used me, owned me, pleased me until I had nothing left to give.. They shared me, passed me between them, their hands, their mouths, their penis claiming every inch of me.

I lost count of how many times I came. I lost count of how many times they filled me. All I knew was that I was theirs, and they were mine, and this, this was everything I had ever fantasized about.

When it was over, I lay on the bed, my body limp, my skin glistening with sweat, my vagina aching from their use. I could feel their cum dripping out of me. Jake leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.

“You did good, Marie, but this…” His hand slid between my legs, his fingers teasing my sensitive clitoris. “This is just the beginning.”

I moaned, my body trembling with anticipation. I knew he was right. And I couldn’t wait.

The next morning, I woke up in my dorm room, my body still humming from the night before. The sheets were tangled around my legs, my skin sticky with dried sweat and the faint scent of sex. I could still feel the ghost of their hands on me, the weight of their bodies pressing me into the mattress.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling me out of my thoughts. I reached for it, my heart pounding as I saw the name on the screen: Ryan. A shiver ran down my spine. I hadn’t expected to hear from him so soon.

"Meet me at the old boathouse by the lake. 2 PM. Don’t be late."

I stared at the message, my pulse quickening. The boathouse? That place was off-limits, abandoned for years. No one went there. No one except, apparently, Ryan. And now me.
I hesitated for only a second before typing back: 

"I’ll be there."

The boathouse loomed in front of me, its weathered wood groaning in the breeze. The lake stretched out behind it. I adjusted the straps of my sundress, I hadn’t worn anything underneath, no panties, no bra. Just the dress, and the knowledge that Ryan would be waiting for me.

I pushed open the creaking door, stepping inside. The air was thick with the scent of damp wood. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and then I saw him. Ryan was leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a fitted black T-shirt that hugged his lean muscles, and dark jeans that rode low on his hips. His dark eyes locked onto mine, a slow smirk spreading across his face.

“You came, I wasn’t sure you would.”

I swallowed, my fingers twisting in the hem of my dress. “You told me to.”

He pushed off the wall, stepping closer. “And you always do what you’re told, don’t you, Marie?” I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. He already knew.

Ryan reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek before sliding down to my throat. His touch was light, almost gentle, but there was a possessiveness in it that made my knees weak.

“You liked last night,” he murmured. “I could tell. The way you moaned, the way you begged for more. You loved every second of it.”

I nodded, my breath coming faster. “Yes.” His hand slid lower, his thumb tracing the curve of my breast through the thin fabric of my dress.

“Good. Because we’re not done with you yet.”

A shiver ran through me. “We?”

Ryan’s smirk deepened. “You didn’t think it was just me, did you?”

Before I could respond, the door behind me creaked open. I turned, my heart leaping into my throat as Jake stepped inside, followed by professor Marcus. Both of them were dressed in casual clothes, but there was nothing casual about the way they looked at me.

Jake’s dark eyes burned with hunger, his jaw clenched as he took in the sight of me. Marcus, broad and powerful, cracked his knuckles, his gaze raking over my body like he was already undressing me with his eyes.

“Took you long enough,” Ryan said, his voice amused. Jake didn’t take his eyes off me. “Had to make sure no one followed us.”

Marcus chuckled, low and rough. “Like anyone would dare.”

I stood frozen, my body reacting to their presence before my mind could catch up. My nipples hardened, pressing against the fabric of my dress. My vagina clenched, already wet, already aching for them.

Ryan’s hand slid down my arm, his fingers intertwining with mine. “Come here, Marie,” he murmured, pulling me toward the center of the room.

I followed, my legs trembling. The boathouse was empty except for a few old wooden crates and a rickety table pushed against the wall. But in the center of the room, someone, Ryan, probably, had laid out a thick blanket. A bottle of lube sat on top of it, along with a few other things I couldn’t quite make out in the dim light.

Jake stepped forward, his hand cupping my chin, tilting my face up to his. “You remember what we told you last night?” he asked, his voice deep, commanding.

I nodded, my lips parting. “That this was just the beginning.”

“That’s right,” Marcus rumbled, stepping up behind me. His hands settled on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. “And we always keep our promises.”

Ryan’s fingers found the hem of my dress, lifting it slowly, exposing my bare thighs, my bare vagina. “Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes darkening. “No panties. Good girl.”

Jake’s thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “Open.”

I obeyed, my mouth parting as he slid his thumb inside. I sucked on it, my tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the salt of his skin. His penis twitched in his jeans, pressing against the zipper.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Just like that.”

Marcus’s hands slid up my sides, his fingers finding my nipples through the fabric of my dress. He pinched them, hard, and I gasped around Jake’s thumb. The pain shot straight to my clit, making me wetter, needier.

Ryan dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs. “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

“We have a surprise for you,” he said, his voice dark, promising.

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The theatre professor Marcus didn’t make me wait. He slammed into me, his penis filling me. I moaned as he pounded into me. He didn’t hold back. He fucked me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel my orgasm building again, my vagina clenching around his penis as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my screams filling the room. Marcus groaned, his penis pulsing inside me as he came, his cum filling me.

One by one, they took me, used me, owned me, pleased me until I had nothing left to give.. They shared me, passed me between them, their hands, their mouths, their penis claiming every inch of me.

I lost count of how many times I came. I lost count of how many times they filled me. All I knew was that I was theirs, and they were mine, and this, this was everything I had ever fantasized about.

When it was over, I lay on the bed, my body limp, my skin glistening with sweat, my vagina aching from their use. I could feel their cum dripping out of me. Jake leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.

“You did good, Marie, but this…” His hand slid between my legs, his fingers teasing my sensitive clitoris. “This is just the beginning.”

I moaned, my body trembling with anticipation. I knew he was right. And I couldn’t wait.

The next morning, I woke up in my dorm room, my body still humming from the night before. The sheets were tangled around my legs, my skin sticky with dried sweat and the faint scent of sex. I could still feel the ghost of their hands on me, the weight of their bodies pressing me into the mattress.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling me out of my thoughts. I reached for it, my heart pounding as I saw the name on the screen: Ryan. A shiver ran down my spine. I hadn’t expected to hear from him so soon.

"Meet me at the old boathouse by the lake. 2 PM. Don’t be late."

I stared at the message, my pulse quickening. The boathouse? That place was off-limits, abandoned for years. No one went there. No one except, apparently, Ryan. And now me.
I hesitated for only a second before typing back: 

"I’ll be there."

The boathouse loomed in front of me, its weathered wood groaning in the breeze. The lake stretched out behind it. I adjusted the straps of my sundress, I hadn’t worn anything underneath, no panties, no bra. Just the dress, and the knowledge that Ryan would be waiting for me.

I pushed open the creaking door, stepping inside. The air was thick with the scent of damp wood. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and then I saw him. Ryan was leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a fitted black T-shirt that hugged his lean muscles, and dark jeans that rode low on his hips. His dark eyes locked onto mine, a slow smirk spreading across his face.

“You came, I wasn’t sure you would.”

I swallowed, my fingers twisting in the hem of my dress. “You told me to.”

He pushed off the wall, stepping closer. “And you always do what you’re told, don’t you, Marie?” I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. He already knew.

Ryan reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek before sliding down to my throat. His touch was light, almost gentle, but there was a possessiveness in it that made my knees weak.

“You liked last night,” he murmured. “I could tell. The way you moaned, the way you begged for more. You loved every second of it.”

I nodded, my breath coming faster. “Yes.” His hand slid lower, his thumb tracing the curve of my breast through the thin fabric of my dress.

“Good. Because we’re not done with you yet.”

A shiver ran through me. “We?”

Ryan’s smirk deepened. “You didn’t think it was just me, did you?”

Before I could respond, the door behind me creaked open. I turned, my heart leaping into my throat as Jake stepped inside, followed by professor Marcus. Both of them were dressed in casual clothes, but there was nothing casual about the way they looked at me.

Jake’s dark eyes burned with hunger, his jaw clenched as he took in the sight of me. Marcus, broad and powerful, cracked his knuckles, his gaze raking over my body like he was already undressing me with his eyes.

“Took you long enough,” Ryan said, his voice amused. Jake didn’t take his eyes off me. “Had to make sure no one followed us.”

Marcus chuckled, low and rough. “Like anyone would dare.”

I stood frozen, my body reacting to their presence before my mind could catch up. My nipples hardened, pressing against the fabric of my dress. My vagina clenched, already wet, already aching for them.

Ryan’s hand slid down my arm, his fingers intertwining with mine. “Come here, Marie,” he murmured, pulling me toward the center of the room.

I followed, my legs trembling. The boathouse was empty except for a few old wooden crates and a rickety table pushed against the wall. But in the center of the room, someone, Ryan, probably, had laid out a thick blanket. A bottle of lube sat on top of it, along with a few other things I couldn’t quite make out in the dim light.

Jake stepped forward, his hand cupping my chin, tilting my face up to his. “You remember what we told you last night?” he asked, his voice deep, commanding.

I nodded, my lips parting. “That this was just the beginning.”

“That’s right,” Marcus rumbled, stepping up behind me. His hands settled on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. “And we always keep our promises.”

Ryan’s fingers found the hem of my dress, lifting it slowly, exposing my bare thighs, my bare vagina. “Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes darkening. “No panties. Good girl.”

Jake’s thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “Open.”

I obeyed, my mouth parting as he slid his thumb inside. I sucked on it, my tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the salt of his skin. His penis twitched in his jeans, pressing against the zipper.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Just like that.”

Marcus’s hands slid up my sides, his fingers finding my nipples through the fabric of my dress. He pinched them, hard, and I gasped around Jake’s thumb. The pain shot straight to my clit, making me wetter, needier.

Ryan dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs. “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

“We have a surprise for you,” he said, his voice dark, promising.

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Ashley

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The room was thick with silence, the kind that feels alive, buzzing with unspoken tension. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and calculating, as if he could see every secret I’d ever tried to hide.

“I need you inside me,” I breathed, my voice trembling with desperation.

He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips that sent a shiver racing down my spine. His hands slid up my thighs, his touch deliberate, almost reverent, before gripping the waistband of my skirt.

“Not yet, Christine.” His voice was smooth, laced with a teasing edge that made my pulse quicken.

“You have to roll the dice first.”

He tugged my skirt and thong down my legs, tossing them aside with an air of indifference. The cool air kissed my exposed skin, and I shuddered, my body betraying me with a flicker of heat that pooled between my thighs.

“Please…” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. “If you roll an even number…” His words were slow, deliberate, each syllable dripping with promise. “I’ll make love to you right now. But if it’s odd…” He paused, letting the threat hang heavy in the air. “I’ll ignore you for the next 24 hours.”

“You can’t do that to me…” My stomach twisted as I stared at the dice in his hand, their polished surfaces glinting under the dim light. Fear and anticipation warred within me, but the ache deep inside pushed me forward.

“Roll the dice, Christine,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

I reached for it, my hand trembling as I closed my fingers around the cool, smooth cubes. I took a shaky breath, letting the weight of the moment settle over me before I let them fall.

The clatter of the dice hitting the table seemed to echo endlessly in the stillness of the room. I stared, barely daring to breathe, as it rolled to a stop.

A 6 stared back at me. For a moment, I couldn’t process it. Then it hit me, a rush of relief so profound it left me lightheaded. He leaned back, his gaze narrowing as he studied the dice. A slow smile spread across his face, and this time, it wasn’t cold or calculated. It was genuine, almost admiring.

“Well, well,” he murmured, his voice low. “Looks like luck is on your side tonight.”

He stood, his presence towering over me, but there was no threat now, only anticipation. He bent down, his hands sliding beneath my knees as he lifted me effortlessly from the chair.

My breath caught as he carried me back to the bed, his movements deliberate, almost reverent. He laid me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to undress.

“You wanted me,” he said, his voice a low rumble as he leaned over me. “Now you’ll have me.”

His lips crashed onto mine, rough and hungry, and I surrendered completely, losing myself in the heat of the moment. Luck had given me this, and I wasn’t going to waste it. He stood, unbuckling his belt and letting his slacks fall to the floor. His penis sprang free, thick and hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, my eyes locked on his length as he stroked himself, his hand moving in slow, deliberate pumps.

“You want this, Christine?” he asked, his voice a dark purr. “You want me to fuck you until you scream?”

“Yesssss,” I gasped, my voice trembling with need. “Please, Trevor. Make love to me.”

He gripped my hips, flipping me onto my stomach before pulling me up onto my knees. The position left me exposed, my ass in the air as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the head of his penis press against me, and I moaned, my fingers clutching the sheets as he teased me.

“You’re so wet for me, Christine,” he murmured, his voice a dark growl. “So ready to take my penis.”

And then he was inside me, his thick length stretching me wide as he buried himself. I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls as he filled me completely. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back, his penis dragging against my sensitive walls before he slammed back into me, his hips snapping against my ass.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he set a punishing pace. The sound of our bodices slapping together, wet, obscene smacks, filled the room, mixing with my breathy moans and his dark growls.

“Harder, Trevor,” I begged, my voice trembling with need. “Fuck me faster.”

He obliged, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, his penis pounding into me with a relentless rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew he was close. My body trembled, my walls clenching around his penis as I came, my voice a high, keening cry. Trevor didn’t stop. He kept fucking me, his penis in and out of me as he chased his own release.

And then he was spilling inside me, his penis pulsing as he filled me with his cum. I could feel it, hot and thick, dripping down my thighs as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. He collapsed onto the bed beside me, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his arm draped over my waist.

“Four orgasms,” he murmured, his voice a dark purr. “Just like the dice asked.”

I turned my head, pressing a kiss to his lips. “And I loved every single one.”

The next morning, the dice sat on the counter again, its white surface gleaming in the sunlight like a silent dare. Trevor picked it up, shaking it in his closed fist, the rhythmic clatter sending a shiver down my spine. I watched him, my breath catching as he tossed it onto the marble surface. It rolled, seemed to hang in the air for a moment to possibly land on 1 but…then landed.

Six.

A soft gasp escaped my lips. Six. OMG

“This time it’s different,” Trevor said, his voice low and deliberate, his eyes locking onto mine.

“A six means we insert the electronic vibrator inside you.” He held up the sleek, silvery device, its curve gleaming dangerously in the light.

“And when I use it… it’ll be at level six, the maximum.” I felt a rush of heat flood my body, my thighs instinctively pressing together as anticipation coiled deep within me.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

I obeyed, my fingers trembling slightly as I unbuttoned my blouse and let it slide down my arms. My skirt followed, pooling at my feet, leaving me standing in nothing but my black lace bra and matching thong. Trevor’s gaze looked over me, and I felt my cheeks flush under his scrutiny.

“The bra too,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

I reached behind me, unhooking the bra and letting it fall to the floor. My large breasts felt heavy, sensitive, the cool air brushing against my nipples and making them tighten. Trevor stepped closer, his hand cupping my breast, his thumb brushing over the peak until I let out a soft whimper.

“Kneel,” he ordered, and I…

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“You’re even hotter than I imagined.”

I bit my lip, my body trembling under his touch. I had never felt so exposed, so wanted, so sexy.

“Now the skirt,” Marcus said, his voice a low growl.

I didn’t hesitate this time. My fingers fumbled with the button of my skirt, as I pushed it down over my hips, letting it pool at my feet. I was left in just my sports bra and a tiny pair of cheerleading panties, the fabric so thin I knew they could see everything.

“Spread your legs,” Ryan commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I obeyed, my thighs trembling as I stepped wider, my pussy aching under their gazes. I could feel how wet I was, how ready. Jake dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. 

“Lift,” he ordered. I did, my breath hitching as he pulled them down, leaving me completely bare. The cool air hit my pussy, making me whimper.

“Fucking perfect,” Jake murmured, his breath hot against my skin. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste me, and I moaned, my hands flying to his shoulders to steady myself.

“Taste her,” Ryan said, his voice thick with lust. “Make her scream.”

He smiled. His tongue delved between my folds, licking, sucking, devouring me. I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure shot through me, my hips bucking against his face.

“That’s it,” Marcus groaned, his hand sliding down to palm his cock through his jeans. “Let us hear you, Marie.”

I couldn’t hold back. My moans filled the room, my body trembling as Jake’s tongue worked magic between my thighs. I was so close already, so fucking close.

“Not yet,” Ryan said, his voice sharp. “She doesn’t come until we say so.” Jake pulled back, his lips glistening with my arousal, and I whimpered in protest.

“Please,” I begged, my voice breathless. “I need…”

“You need us,” Jake said, standing up and unbuckling his belt. “And you’re going to get us. But first…” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the bed in the corner of the room. 

“You’re going to show us how good you can be.” 

I let him guide me, my body trembling with anticipation. The bed was covered in dark sheets, the candles casting long shadows over the surface. Jake pushed me down onto my back, his hands sliding up my thighs, spreading me wide.

“Look at her,” Ryan murmured, his voice filled with awe. “Fucking gorgeous.”
I arched my back as Jake’s fingers found my clitoris, circling, teasing, driving me wild. 

“Please,” I whimpered. “I need more.”

“You’ll get more,” Jake promised, his voice dark. “But first, you’re going to take all of us.”

My breath caught in my throat as the other men stepped forward, their hands roaming over my body, their mouths claiming my skin. Ryan’s lips found my nipple, sucking, biting, making me moan out. Marcus’s fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back as he kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth, owning me.

I was lost in a sea of sensation, hands, mouths, penis. I could feel Jake’s fingers inside me, stretching me, preparing me, and I moaned, my body writhing beneath them.

“She’s ready,” Jake growled, his voice rough with lust. “Who’s first?”

“I am,” Ryan said, stepping forward, his penis already hard, already throbbing. I watched, my breath hitching, as he stroked himself, his eyes locked onto mine. 

“You want this, don’t you, Marie?” he murmured. “You want to be filled.”

“Yes, I do” I gasped, my body aching for him. “Please do it now.”

Ryan didn’t make me wait. He gripped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed, his penis ready…so ready. I could feel how big he was, how thick, and I whimpered, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice a low growl.

I did, my eyes locking onto his as he pushed inside me, slowly, deliberately. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched me, filled me, owned me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough. “You’re tight.”

I could only moan in response, my body adjusting to his size, my vagina clenching around him. He pulled back and thrust forward, hard, making me scream.

“That’s it,” Jake murmured, his hand sliding between us, his fingers finding my clitoris. “Take him, Marie. Take all of him.”

Ryan didn’t hold back. He fucked me, his hips slamming against mine, his penis pounding into me with every thrust. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tightening, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Not yet,” Ryan growled, his voice a warning. “You don’t come until I say so.”

I whimpered, my body aching for release, but I obeyed. That was the part of the game I loved. Ryan’s thrusts grew harder, faster, pounding into me, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Marie, you feel so good.”

I could feel him swelling inside me, his penis throbbing, and I knew he was close.

“Please,” I begged, my voice breathless. “Let me come. Please.”

“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice a low growl.

And I did. My body exploded, my vagina clenching around his penis as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my screams filling the room. Ryan groaned,  pulsing inside me as he came, his cum filling me, marking me.

He pulled out, his cock glistening with my arousal, and I whimpered, my body aching for more.

“My turn,” Marcus said, stepping forward, his cock already hard, already throbbing.

I didn’t protest. I wanted this. I needed this.

Marcus didn’t waste time. He flipped me onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me onto my knees. I could feel his cock pressing, teasing me, and I moaned, my body aching for him.

“You want this, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice dark. 

“Yes,” I gasped, my voice breathless. “Please.”

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“You’re even hotter than I imagined.”

I bit my lip, my body trembling under his touch. I had never felt so exposed, so wanted, so sexy.

“Now the skirt,” Marcus said, his voice a low growl.

I didn’t hesitate this time. My fingers fumbled with the button of my skirt, as I pushed it down over my hips, letting it pool at my feet. I was left in just my sports bra and a tiny pair of cheerleading panties, the fabric so thin I knew they could see everything.

“Spread your legs,” Ryan commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I obeyed, my thighs trembling as I stepped wider, my pussy aching under their gazes. I could feel how wet I was, how ready. Jake dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. 

“Lift,” he ordered. I did, my breath hitching as he pulled them down, leaving me completely bare. The cool air hit my pussy, making me whimper.

“Fucking perfect,” Jake murmured, his breath hot against my skin. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste me, and I moaned, my hands flying to his shoulders to steady myself.

“Taste her,” Ryan said, his voice thick with lust. “Make her scream.”

He smiled. His tongue delved between my folds, licking, sucking, devouring me. I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure shot through me, my hips bucking against his face.

“That’s it,” Marcus groaned, his hand sliding down to palm his cock through his jeans. “Let us hear you, Marie.”

I couldn’t hold back. My moans filled the room, my body trembling as Jake’s tongue worked magic between my thighs. I was so close already, so fucking close.

“Not yet,” Ryan said, his voice sharp. “She doesn’t come until we say so.” Jake pulled back, his lips glistening with my arousal, and I whimpered in protest.

“Please,” I begged, my voice breathless. “I need…”

“You need us,” Jake said, standing up and unbuckling his belt. “And you’re going to get us. But first…” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the bed in the corner of the room. 

“You’re going to show us how good you can be.” 

I let him guide me, my body trembling with anticipation. The bed was covered in dark sheets, the candles casting long shadows over the surface. Jake pushed me down onto my back, his hands sliding up my thighs, spreading me wide.

“Look at her,” Ryan murmured, his voice filled with awe. “Fucking gorgeous.”
I arched my back as Jake’s fingers found my clitoris, circling, teasing, driving me wild. 

“Please,” I whimpered. “I need more.”

“You’ll get more,” Jake promised, his voice dark. “But first, you’re going to take all of us.”

My breath caught in my throat as the other men stepped forward, their hands roaming over my body, their mouths claiming my skin. Ryan’s lips found my nipple, sucking, biting, making me moan out. Marcus’s fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back as he kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth, owning me.

I was lost in a sea of sensation, hands, mouths, penis. I could feel Jake’s fingers inside me, stretching me, preparing me, and I moaned, my body writhing beneath them.

“She’s ready,” Jake growled, his voice rough with lust. “Who’s first?”

“I am,” Ryan said, stepping forward, his penis already hard, already throbbing. I watched, my breath hitching, as he stroked himself, his eyes locked onto mine. 

“You want this, don’t you, Marie?” he murmured. “You want to be filled.”

“Yes, I do” I gasped, my body aching for him. “Please do it now.”

Ryan didn’t make me wait. He gripped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed, his penis ready…so ready. I could feel how big he was, how thick, and I whimpered, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice a low growl.

I did, my eyes locking onto his as he pushed inside me, slowly, deliberately. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched me, filled me, owned me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough. “You’re tight.”

I could only moan in response, my body adjusting to his size, my vagina clenching around him. He pulled back and thrust forward, hard, making me scream.

“That’s it,” Jake murmured, his hand sliding between us, his fingers finding my clitoris. “Take him, Marie. Take all of him.”

Ryan didn’t hold back. He fucked me, his hips slamming against mine, his penis pounding into me with every thrust. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tightening, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Not yet,” Ryan growled, his voice a warning. “You don’t come until I say so.”

I whimpered, my body aching for release, but I obeyed. That was the part of the game I loved. Ryan’s thrusts grew harder, faster, pounding into me, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Marie, you feel so good.”

I could feel him swelling inside me, his penis throbbing, and I knew he was close.

“Please,” I begged, my voice breathless. “Let me come. Please.”

“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice a low growl.

And I did. My body exploded, my vagina clenching around his penis as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my screams filling the room. Ryan groaned,  pulsing inside me as he came, his cum filling me, marking me.

He pulled out, his penis glistening with my arousal, and I whimpered, my body aching for more.

“My turn,” Marcus said, stepping forward, his cock already hard, already throbbing.

I didn’t protest. I wanted this. I needed this.

Marcus didn’t waste time. He flipped me onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me onto my knees. I could feel his cock pressing, teasing me, and I moaned, my body aching for him.

“You want this, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice dark. 

“Yes,” I gasped, my voice breathless. “Please.”

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The lakefront property was a dream, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the water, a gourmet kitchen that would make any chef weep, and a master bedroom with a walk-in closet that was perfect for what I needed. The clients, a wealthy couple in their late forties, were enamored with the place, but my mind was elsewhere. Trevor’s words echoed in my head, his command to think of him while I touched myself sending a fresh wave of heat between my legs.

I excused myself to “freshen up,” my heels clicking against the hardwood as I slipped into the washroom. The moment the door clicked shut, I put my earbud in my ear, hiked up my skirt, my fingers already sliding beneath the lace of my thong. I was soaked, again, my folds swollen and sensitive from Trevor’s earlier attention.

I circled my clitoris with two fingers. I imagined it was Trevor’s tongue, his mouth hot and demanding as he devoured me. My free hand squeezed my breast through my blouse, my nipple hardening under the pressure. The sounds of my fingers working my vagina, wet, slick noises, filled the small space, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

“You’re such a needy girl, Christine,” Trevor said, his voice a dark growl in my ear.

“Getting yourself off in a client’s bathroom I guess…like a little slut.”

“I’m not a slut”

The words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I slid two fingers inside myself, pumping them in and out as my thumb pressed against my clitoris. My hips rocked against my hand, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The bathroom was clear, the air thick with the scent of my arousal, and I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tight and low in my belly.

“That’s it,” He whispered, his voice barely audible. “Come for me, Christine. Show me how much you love being my little whore.”

The filthy words pushed me over the edge. My body trembled, my fingers buried deep inside me as I came, my juices dripping down my thighs. I rode out the waves of pleasure, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps, until I was done.

I pulled my fingers from my vagina, bringing them to my lips. The taste of myself, sweet lingered on my tongue as I licked them clean. One more to go before lunch.

The restaurant was quiet, the lunchtime crowd thin as I sat at a corner table, my phone propped up against my water glass.

“Show me how wet you are” I knew exactly what he wanted. I glanced around, ensuring no one was watching, before slipping my hand beneath the tablecloth.

My fingers found the damp lace of my thong, and I bit my lip as I slid them beneath the fabric. I was already slick, my folds swollen and sensitive from the two orgasms I’d already had. I circled my clitoris with my middle finger, my breath hitching as pleasure sparked through me.

“You’re such a good girl, Christine,” I imagined Trevor saying, his voice dark in my ear.

“Getting yourself off in public like this. Anyone could walk by and see you.”

The thought sent a fresh wave of heat between my legs. I slid two fingers inside myself, pumping them in and out. The sounds of my fingers working my vagina were muffled by the tablecloth, but I could still hear them, could still feel the way my body responded to every touch.

“You are so tight,” He whispered. 

“I wish it was your penis inside me right now, Trevor. Filling me up, stretching me out.”

The filthy words sent me spiraling. My hips rocked against my hand, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I could feel my orgasm and I knew I was close.

“Come for me, Christine, show me how much you love my dice game.”

The mention of the dice pushed me over the edge. My body trembled, my fingers buried deep inside me as I came, my juices dripping down my thighs. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

I pulled my fingers from my vagina, bringing them to my lips, I licked them clean.

Two more to go.

The closing on the 3.5 million dollar house was a blur of signatures and handshakes, my mind still buzzing from the orgasms I’d already had. But as I stepped into the elevator of my office building, the doors sliding shut behind me, I knew I had one more to go before I could go home to Trevor.

I pressed the button for the top floor, my fingers already trembling with anticipation. The moment the doors closed, I hiked up my skirt, my fingers finding the damp lace of my thong. I was soaked—again—my folds swollen and sensitive from the day’s demands.

“Hello Christine, what is our commission on that closing baby?” He whispered in my bluetooth earbud.

“Getting yourself off in an elevator like this. Do you know about security cameras? ”

The thought sent a jolt of pleasure while I stared at the lens. I slid two fingers inside myself, pumping them in and out as my thumb pressed against my clitoris. The sounds of my fingers working my vagina filled the small space, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

I gasped, my hips rocking against my hand.  The elevator dinged as it reached the top floor, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

“Come for me, Christine, show how much you love being my little whore to your assistant.”

My body trembled, my fingers buried deep inside me as the elevator doors slid open, but I was too lost in pleasure to care. I rode out my orgasm, eyes closed.

Later that night, the moment I walked through the front door, Trevor was on me. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him as his mouth crashed onto mine. The taste of him, whiskey and sin filled my senses, and I moaned into the kiss, my body already aching for him.

“You’ve been a very good girl today, Christine,” he murmured against my lips, his hands sliding down to grip my ass. “Orgasms, just like I asked.”

He growled, his hands tightening on my ass as he lifted me effortlessly on the kitchen counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back as he carried me to the bedroom. The moment we crossed the threshold, he tossed me onto the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he looked down at me.

“Strip,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I obeyed, my fingers trembling as I unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall open to reveal my chest. Trevor’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of my breasts, the swell of them barely contained by the delicate fabric. I reached behind me, unclasping the bra and letting it slide down my arms, my nipples hardening under his gaze.

“You’re perfect,” he groaned, his hands finding my waist as he pulled me to the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees, his mouth descending on my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other.

“Trevor, please…” I begged, my hips bucking against the air.

“I need you inside me.”

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The text came at 11:47 PM, just as I was scrolling through Instagram in my dorm room, still in my cheerleading uniform from the evening’s game, our college lost both preseason game. The glow of my phone lit up the dim room, as I read the message:

"Room 204. Midnight. Wear your uniform."

No name. No explanation. Just those six words, sending a shiver down my spine. My fingers hovered over the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. Was this a joke? A dare? Or something… more?

I bit my lip, my mind racing. I knew Room 204, it was in the old wing of the dorms, the one that was barely used anymore. The kind of place where things happened that no one talked about. The kind of place that made my stomach twist with a mix of fear and excitement.

I glanced at the clock. 11:40. If I was going, I had to decide now.

I stood up, my legs trembling slightly as I adjusted my uniform, the short pleated skirt, the tight crop top that hugged my curves, the pom-poms still clutched in my hand. I hadn’t even changed after the game, too caught up in the adrenaline of losing again, the way the crowd had cheered for us, the way they had watched me, a new student.

They.

I didn’t know who “they” were, but I had a feeling. The way some of the guys on the football team looked at me during practice, the way the fraternity brothers smirked when I walked by in the quad. The way some of my teachers' eyes lingered on my legs, my ass, the way they whispered when they thought I couldn’t hear.

I took a deep breath, my nipples hardening under the thin fabric of my top. I wanted this. I had fantasized about it for years, the girl from a small village being wanted, being taken, being the center of attention in a way that wasn’t just about cheering. I wanted to be “the one”.

I grabbed my phone, my fingers flying over the screen as I typed a single word in response:

"Okay."

The hallway was eerily quiet as I made my way to Room 204, my sneakers barely making a sound against the linoleum. The flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows, making the empty corridor feel like something out of a horror movie. But I wasn’t scared. Not really. 

It was thrilling.

I stopped in front of the door, my hand hovering over the knob. I could hear voices inside, low, masculine, murmuring. My breath hitched. This was it. I turned the knob and pushed the door open.

The room was dimly lit, candles flickering on every surface, casting a warm, golden glow over the scene. And there they were, six of them, standing in a semi-circle, their eyes locked onto me as I stepped inside. I recognized them instantly: Jake, the quarterback, his broad shoulders filling out his tight t-shirt. Ryan, the fraternity president, his dark eyes smoldering as he leaned against the wall.

There was also Marcus, the theatre professor, his arms crossed over his chest, a smile playing on his lips. And then there were the others, faces I knew from the stands, from the parties, from the way they looked at me when they thought I wasn’t paying attention.

My heart hammered in my chest as the door clicked shut behind me. The air was thick with the scent of cologne, sweat, and something else—something primitive.

“You came,” Jake said, his voice deep, rough. He pushed off the wall and stepped toward me, his gaze raking over my body.

“Good girl.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around my pom-poms.

“What…what do you mean?” Jake’s smile deepened. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek before trailing down my neck, making me shiver.

“You’ve been… noticed, Marie. The way you move on the field. The way you look at us when you think we’re not watching.” His hand slid lower, his thumb grazing the swell of my breast through my top.

“Tonight, you’ll prove you’re more than just a pretty face.”

My breath hitched. “Prove… how?”

Ryan chuckled, pushing off the wall and stepping beside Jake. “Miss, would you dance for us? Please?”

I blinked. “What?”

“You heard him,” Marcus said, his voice low, commanding.

“Dance. Like you do at the games. But this time…” His eyes darkened. “You’re not just cheering for the crowd.”

My pulse roared in my ears. I could feel their eyes on me, burning into my skin. I should have been terrified. I should have run. But instead, I felt something else, something hot, something very pleasing sexually, something wet between my thighs.

I took a deep breath and dropped my pom-poms to the floor. The sound they made as they hit the ground seemed loud in the quiet room. Then, slowly, I started to move. At first, my movements were stiff, awkward. I wasn’t on the field anymore. I wasn’t performing for the crowd. I was performing for them and me. And they were watching.

“Loosen up, you are lovely” Ryan murmured, his voice like velvet.

“You’re not on the field now.”

I closed my eyes, letting the music in my head like if I was at a rave take over, the beat of the drums, the chant of the crowd. I swayed my hips, my hands running down my chest, my fingers tracing the curves of my waist, my thighs. I could feel their eyes on me, devouring me.

“Take off the top.”

Jake’s voice cut through the haze of my movements, and my eyes flew open. He was standing right in front of me now, his chest nearly brushing against mine. His breath was warm on my face, his scent masculine filling my senses.

I hesitated for only a second before my fingers found the hem of my crop top. I pulled it up slowly, my skin prickling with goosebumps as the cool air hit my stomach, my ribs. I could hear their breaths hitching, could feel the sexual tension in the room rising like a storm.

I tossed the top aside, leaving me in just my sports bra, my nipples already hard, pressing against the thin fabric. Jake’s eyes darkened as he reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of the bra, his thumb brushing over my nipple through the fabric.

“Wow,” he groaned, his voice rough.

“You’re even hotter than I imagined.”

I bit my lip, my body trembling under his touch. I had never felt so exposed, so wanted, so sexy.

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The text came at 11:47 PM, just as I was scrolling through Instagram in my dorm room, still in my cheerleading uniform from the evening’s game, our college lost both preseason game. The glow of my phone lit up the dim room, as I read the message:

"Room 204. Midnight. Wear your uniform."

No name. No explanation. Just those six words, sending a shiver down my spine. My fingers hovered over the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. Was this a joke? A dare? Or something… more?

I bit my lip, my mind racing. I knew Room 204, it was in the old wing of the dorms, the one that was barely used anymore. The kind of place where things happened that no one talked about. The kind of place that made my stomach twist with a mix of fear and excitement.

I glanced at the clock. 11:40. If I was going, I had to decide now.

I stood up, my legs trembling slightly as I adjusted my uniform, the short pleated skirt, the tight crop top that hugged my curves, the pom-poms still clutched in my hand. I hadn’t even changed after the game, too caught up in the adrenaline of losing again, the way the crowd had cheered for us, the way they had watched me, a new student.

They.

I didn’t know who “they” were, but I had a feeling. The way some of the guys on the football team looked at me during practice, the way the fraternity brothers smirked when I walked by in the quad. The way some of my teachers' eyes lingered on my legs, my ass, the way they whispered when they thought I couldn’t hear.

I took a deep breath, my nipples hardening under the thin fabric of my top. I wanted this. I had fantasized about it for years, the girl from a small village being wanted, being taken, being the center of attention in a way that wasn’t just about cheering. I wanted to be “the one”.

I grabbed my phone, my fingers flying over the screen as I typed a single word in response:

"Okay."

The hallway was eerily quiet as I made my way to Room 204, my sneakers barely making a sound against the linoleum. The flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows, making the empty corridor feel like something out of a horror movie. But I wasn’t scared. Not really. 

It was thrilling.

I stopped in front of the door, my hand hovering over the knob. I could hear voices inside, low, masculine, murmuring. My breath hitched. This was it. I turned the knob and pushed the door open.

The room was dimly lit, candles flickering on every surface, casting a warm, golden glow over the scene. And there they were, six of them, standing in a semi-circle, their eyes locked onto me as I stepped inside. I recognized them instantly: Jake, the quarterback, his broad shoulders filling out his tight t-shirt. Ryan, the fraternity president, his dark eyes smoldering as he leaned against the wall.

There was also Marcus, the theatre professor, his arms crossed over his chest, a smile playing on his lips. And then there were the others, faces I knew from the stands, from the parties, from the way they looked at me when they thought I wasn’t paying attention.

My heart hammered in my chest as the door clicked shut behind me. The air was thick with the scent of cologne, sweat, and something else—something primitive.

“You came,” Jake said, his voice deep, rough. He pushed off the wall and stepped toward me, his gaze raking over my body.

“Good girl.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around my pom-poms.

“What…what do you mean?” Jake’s smile deepened. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek before trailing down my neck, making me shiver.

“You’ve been… noticed, Marie. The way you move on the field. The way you look at us when you think we’re not watching.” His hand slid lower, his thumb grazing the swell of my breast through my top.

“Tonight, you’ll prove you’re more than just a pretty face.”

My breath hitched. “Prove… how?”

Ryan chuckled, pushing off the wall and stepping beside Jake. “Miss, would you dance for us? Please?”

I blinked. “What?”

“You heard him,” Marcus said, his voice low, commanding.

“Dance. Like you do at the games. But this time…” His eyes darkened. “You’re not just cheering for the crowd.”

My pulse roared in my ears. I could feel their eyes on me, burning into my skin. I should have been terrified. I should have run. But instead, I felt something else, something hot, something very pleasing sexually, something wet between my thighs.

I took a deep breath and dropped my pom-poms to the floor. The sound they made as they hit the ground seemed loud in the quiet room. Then, slowly, I started to move. At first, my movements were stiff, awkward. I wasn’t on the field anymore. I wasn’t performing for the crowd. I was performing for them and me. And they were watching.

“Loosen up, you are lovely” Ryan murmured, his voice like velvet.

“You’re not on the field now.”

I closed my eyes, letting the music in my head like if I was at a rave take over, the beat of the drums, the chant of the crowd. I swayed my hips, my hands running down my chest, my fingers tracing the curves of my waist, my thighs. I could feel their eyes on me, devouring me.

“Take off the top.”

Jake’s voice cut through the haze of my movements, and my eyes flew open. He was standing right in front of me now, his chest nearly brushing against mine. His breath was warm on my face, his scent masculine filling my senses.

I hesitated for only a second before my fingers found the hem of my crop top. I pulled it up slowly, my skin prickling with goosebumps as the cool air hit my stomach, my ribs. I could hear their breaths hitching, could feel the sexual tension in the room rising like a storm.

I tossed the top aside, leaving me in just my sports bra, my nipples already hard, pressing against the thin fabric. Jake’s eyes darkened as he reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of the bra, his thumb brushing over my nipple through the fabric.

“Wow,” he groaned, his voice rough.

“You’re even hotter than I imagined.”

I bit my lip, my body trembling under his touch. I had never felt so exposed, so wanted, so sexy.

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“I’d like to extend your stay… Maybe even indefinitely.”

Sammy and I exchanged a glance. Then we grinned.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I think you’ll like it.”

And just like that, her “recovery retreat” became something far more permanent.
The weeks that followed were a blur of sexual pleasure, of exploration. Mario had a fetish for having sex with twins and clearly Sammy’s leg cast. He loved the way it limited her, the way it forced her to rely on us.

He’d tie her to the bed, her cast propped up, her body spread out like a feast, and take his time tasting every inch of her. And when he was done with her, he’d turn to me, his hands roaming, his mouth hungry, his penis aching for release.

We tried everything. Sammy would ride me, her cast propped up on the headboard, her vagina grinding down onto my face. Or I’d be the one on my back, my legs wrapped around Mario’s waist as he pounded into me.

And the money? It poured in. Subscribers loved the dynamic, the sexy helpless injured twin and, the dominant nurse, the wealthy benefactor. We were a fantasy come to life.

One evening, as we lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies slick with sweat, Mario traced a finger down Sammy’s cast.

“You know,” he murmured, “I think it’s time we upgraded this.”

Sammy’s eyes gleamed. “Oh?”

He smirked. “I was thinking… something a little more permanent.”

And just like that, our recovery became something entirely new.

The moment Mario suggested something more permanent, Sammy’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening on my leg. The air in the room thickened, charged with the kind of electricity that only comes when a fantasy is about to become reality. Ever the strategist, she arched a brow, her lips curling into a smile.

“Permanent, huh? You mean like what?”

“I was thinking of permanent leg braces, calipers with crutches.” His gaze flickered between them, hungry, possessive.

Sammy’s pulse spiked, her vagina reacting at the thought. She had always loved the way the cast made her feel helpless, desired, owned. But the idea of it being permanent, on crutches?

My hand slid down Sammy’s body, fingers dipping beneath the hem of her nightgown to tease the slick folds of her vagina.

“Would you like that?”

Sammy moaned, her back arching as my fingers circled her clitoris, slow and deliberate. 

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “God, yes.”

Mario watched us, his penis already hardening in his pants. 

“Good. Because I’ve already made the arrangements.”

Two days later, Sammy found herself in a private medical suite.  “Once we do this, there’s no going back. The implants will fuse with your bone. You’ll never walk without assistance again.”

Sammy swallowed hard. She glanced at me, who stood beside the bed, my expression unreadable. Then at Mario, who leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his gaze dark with anticipation.

“I’m sure,” Sammy whispered.

Both her legs were in a combination of metallic brace and leather.  It covered her leg from just below the hip to the ankle, its surface smooth and cool against her skin. She tried to move it, but the brace held firm, locking her legs in place at a slight angle, forcing her to rely on crutches for balance full time.

I was the first to touch it, my fingers tracing the metal with reverence. “Sammy,  this is amazing.”

The air in the limousine was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint metallic tang of Sammy’s new braces. I sat beside her, my fingers tracing the smooth curve of the leather straps that bound her legs, my breath hitching as I imagined what was to come. The limo’s leather seats creaked softly as we shifted, the hum of the engine a distant purr beneath the weight of anticipation.

Sammy’s fingers trembled as she adjusted the hem of her dress, a short white dress that clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering under the dim overhead light. The dress was cut low, exposing the swell of her breasts, the lace trim teasing the soft flesh just above her nipples. She had spent hours perfecting her makeup, her lips a dark, sinful black, her eyes lined with smoky shadow that made them look even more intense than usual. 

Her crutches leaned against the seat beside her, their presence a constant reminder of what we had done, what we had chosen.

“You look incredible,” I reached out, my fingers brushing against the delicate chain of her necklace, the one that dipped between her breasts.

“Mr. Blackwood won’t know what hit him.”

Sammy let out a shaky laugh, her fingers tightening around the crutches. “I still can’t believe we’re doing this. After everything…” She trailed off, her eyes flickering to the window.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her long neck. “We need this, after the surgery, after the braces… we deserve to feel alive again my love.”

My hand slid down her arm, my fingers intertwining with hers. “Besides, you want this. I can see it in your eyes.”

Sammy’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I do,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But what if he…”

“He won’t,” I cut in, my thumb tracing slow circles over her breasts, teasing her nipples. “He’s been watching us for weeks. The way he looks at you when you walk into a room…With your crippled legs”

The limo slowed, the engine purring as it pulled up to the curb outside Blackwood’s penthouse. The building loomed above us, all glass and steel, its windows glowing like embers in the night. I could feel Sammy’s pulse racing beneath my fingers, her skin flushed with a mix of nerves and excitement.

“Ready?” I asked, my voice steady, my gaze never leaving hers.

Sammy swallowed hard, her fingers squeezing mine. “Ready.”

The elevator ride up was a slow torture. The mirrored walls reflected our images back at us, Sammy, her sexy white dress, her crutches tucked under her arms, her lips parted as she tried to steady her breathing. Me, my own dress, black, sleek, and cut just low enough to tease, showing off my legs, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor.

When the doors slid open, Blackwood was waiting.

He stood in the center of the foyer, he didn’t say a word at first, just let his gaze rake over her, taking in every inch of her, the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the way her fingers tightened around the crutches.

“Sammy, you look…Stunning.”

“Thank you, Mr. Blackwood.”

He didn’t hesitate. One moment, his hand was on Sammy’s ass, the next, his mouth was on hers, his lips crushing against hers with a hunger that made my own body ache. Sammy moaned into the kiss, her hands flying up to tangle in his hair, her crutches clattering to the floor as she melted into him.

I watched, the sight of them, Sammy, her body arching into his, her lips parting as his tongue slid into her mouth, her moans muffled against his lips was enough to make my vagina throb with need.

His hands roamed over Sammy’s body, tracing the curves of her hips, her waist, her breasts. He groaned into the kiss, his penis already hard, pressing against the front of his slacks.  His fingers digging into the leather of her leg braces.

Sammy whimpered, her body trembling. “I want you,” she whispered. “I want all of you.”

“But first…” His gaze flickered to me, his eyes dark with promise. “I want to see both of you.”

I stepped forward, my fingers going to the zipper at the back of my dress. The fabric slithered down my body, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but a black lace bra and matching thong. Sammy’s eyes locked onto me, her breath coming faster as she watched me undress.

With his hands still on Sammy’s breasts. “You’re both perfect.”

Sammy’s fingers fumbled with the straps of her dress, “Help me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

His hands went to the zipper at the back of her dress, his fingers deft as he pulled it down, the fabric slithering down her body to join mine on the floor. Sammy stood before us in nothing but bra and panties, her braces gleaming under the soft light, her body trembling with anticipation.

Darius’s hands slid up her thighs, his fingers tracing the edges of her panties. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “So fucking beautiful.”

Sammy moaned, her head falling back as his fingers slid beneath the lace, his touch hot against her skin. 

I stepped forward, my hands going to Sammy’s bra, my fingers unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled free, her nipples hard and aching, begging for attention. I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in, my mouth closing around one of her nipples, my tongue swirling over the sensitive peak.

Sammy cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair, her body arching into my touch. “Oh, fuck…”

Darius groaned, his fingers sliding beneath the lace of Sammy’s panties, his touch hot and insistent.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “You like it when your sister sucks on your breasts while I play with your vagina.”

I dropped to my knees, my fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her leg braces. Sammy gasped as I exposed her shaven vagina, her lips glistening with arousal.

I leaned in, my tongue swiping through her folds, my taste buds exploding with the flavor of her sweet, musky, perfect. Sammy cried out, her fingers tightening in my hair, her hips bucking against my mouth.

“Oh, fuck… yes…” she moaned, her voice breathy, desperate.

I moaned against her, my tongue swirling over her clitoris, my fingers sliding inside her, curling to hit that sweet spot deep inside. Sammy’s moans filled the room, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

He stood, his hands going to his belt, his fingers deft as he undid the buckle, the sound of his zipper loud in the quiet room. His penis sprang free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

“You want it inside you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. 

And then he was inside her. Sammy cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body arching into his. He groaned, his hips snapping forward, his penis burying itself deep inside her. 

I watched, my own body aching with need, my fingers sliding between my thighs, my touch light, teasing. The sight of them, Sammy, her body pinned against the wall, her braces gleaming under the light, her moans filling the room, was enough to make my vagina throb.

His hips snapped forward, his penis slamming into her. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, the wet, slapping sounds of sex mixing with Sammy’s moans, her cries, her desperate pleas for more.

Sammy cried out, her body arching, her vagina clenching around his penis.  Her orgasm hit, her body trembling, his penis twitching inside her as he came, his cum filling her, his groans mixing with hers.

And as the sun rose over the city, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink, I knew one thing for certain…

And to be honest that’s a lie…

The end
Ashley

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The conclusion

“I’d like to extend your stay… Maybe even indefinitely.”

Sammy and I exchanged a glance. Then we grinned.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I think you’ll like it.”

And just like that, her “recovery retreat” became something far more permanent.
The weeks that followed were a blur of sexual pleasure, of exploration. Mario had a fetish for having sex with twins and clearly Sammy’s leg cast. He loved the way it limited her, the way it forced her to rely on us.

He’d tie her to the bed, her cast propped up, her body spread out like a feast, and take his time tasting every inch of her. And when he was done with her, he’d turn to me, his hands roaming, his mouth hungry, his penis aching for release.

We tried everything. Sammy would ride me, her cast propped up on the headboard, her vagina grinding down onto my face. Or I’d be the one on my back, my legs wrapped around Mario’s waist as he pounded into me.

And the money? It poured in. Subscribers loved the dynamic, the sexy helpless injured twin and, the dominant nurse, the wealthy benefactor. We were a fantasy come to life.

One evening, as we lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies slick with sweat, Mario traced a finger down Sammy’s cast.

“You know,” he murmured, “I think it’s time we upgraded this.”

Sammy’s eyes gleamed. “Oh?”

He smirked. “I was thinking… something a little more permanent.”

And just like that, our recovery became something entirely new.

The moment Mario suggested something more permanent, Sammy’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening on my leg. The air in the room thickened, charged with the kind of electricity that only comes when a fantasy is about to become reality. Ever the strategist, she arched a brow, her lips curling into a smile.

“Permanent, huh? You mean like what?”

“I was thinking of permanent leg braces, calipers with crutches.” His gaze flickered between them, hungry, possessive.

Sammy’s pulse spiked, her vagina reacting at the thought. She had always loved the way the cast made her feel helpless, desired, owned. But the idea of it being permanent, on crutches?

My hand slid down Sammy’s body, fingers dipping beneath the hem of her nightgown to tease the slick folds of her vagina.

“Would you like that?”

Sammy moaned, her back arching as my fingers circled her clitoris, slow and deliberate. 

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “God, yes.”

Mario watched us, his penis already hardening in his pants. 

“Good. Because I’ve already made the arrangements.”

Two days later, Sammy found herself in a private medical suite.  “Once we do this, there’s no going back. The implants will fuse with your bone. You’ll never walk without assistance again.”

Sammy swallowed hard. She glanced at me, who stood beside the bed, my expression unreadable. Then at Mario, who leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his gaze dark with anticipation.

“I’m sure,” Sammy whispered.

Both her legs were in a combination of metallic brace and leather.  It covered her leg from just below the hip to the ankle, its surface smooth and cool against her skin. She tried to move it, but the brace held firm, locking her legs in place at a slight angle, forcing her to rely on crutches for balance full time.

I was the first to touch it, my fingers tracing the metal with reverence. “Sammy,  this is amazing.”

The air in the limousine was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint metallic tang of Sammy’s new braces. I sat beside her, my fingers tracing the smooth curve of the leather straps that bound her legs, my breath hitching as I imagined what was to come. The limo’s leather seats creaked softly as we shifted, the hum of the engine a distant purr beneath the weight of anticipation.

Sammy’s fingers trembled as she adjusted the hem of her dress, a short white dress that clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering under the dim overhead light. The dress was cut low, exposing the swell of her breasts, the lace trim teasing the soft flesh just above her nipples. She had spent hours perfecting her makeup, her lips a dark, sinful black, her eyes lined with smoky shadow that made them look even more intense than usual. 

Her crutches leaned against the seat beside her, their presence a constant reminder of what we had done, what we had chosen.

“You look incredible,” I reached out, my fingers brushing against the delicate chain of her necklace, the one that dipped between her breasts.

“Mr. Blackwood won’t know what hit him.”

Sammy let out a shaky laugh, her fingers tightening around the crutches. “I still can’t believe we’re doing this. After everything…” She trailed off, her eyes flickering to the window.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her long neck. “We need this, after the surgery, after the braces… we deserve to feel alive again my love.”

My hand slid down her arm, my fingers intertwining with hers. “Besides, you want this. I can see it in your eyes.”

Sammy’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I do,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But what if he…”

“He won’t,” I cut in, my thumb tracing slow circles over her breasts, teasing her nipples. “He’s been watching us for weeks. The way he looks at you when you walk into a room…With your crippled legs”

The limo slowed, the engine purring as it pulled up to the curb outside Blackwood’s penthouse. The building loomed above us, all glass and steel, its windows glowing like embers in the night. I could feel Sammy’s pulse racing beneath my fingers, her skin flushed with a mix of nerves and excitement.

“Ready?” I asked, my voice steady, my gaze never leaving hers.

Sammy swallowed hard, her fingers squeezing mine. “Ready.”

The elevator ride up was a slow torture. The mirrored walls reflected our images back at us, Sammy, her sexy white dress, her crutches tucked under her arms, her lips parted as she tried to steady her breathing. Me, my own dress, black, sleek, and cut just low enough to tease, showing off my legs, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor.

When the doors slid open, Blackwood was waiting.

He stood in the center of the foyer, he didn’t say a word at first, just let his gaze rake over her, taking in every inch of her, the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the way her fingers tightened around the crutches.

“Sammy, you look…Stunning.”

“Thank you, Mr. Blackwood.”

He didn’t hesitate. One moment, his hand was on Sammy’s ass, the next, his mouth was on hers, his lips crushing against hers with a hunger that made my own body ache. Sammy moaned into the kiss, her hands flying up to tangle in his hair, her crutches clattering to the floor as she melted into him.

I watched, the sight of them, Sammy, her body arching into his, her lips parting as his tongue slid into her mouth, her moans muffled against his lips was enough to make my vagina throb with need.

His hands roamed over Sammy’s body, tracing the curves of her hips, her waist, her breasts. He groaned into the kiss, his penis already hard, pressing against the front of his slacks.  His fingers digging into the leather of her leg braces.

Sammy whimpered, her body trembling. “I want you,” she whispered. “I want all of you.”

“But first…” His gaze flickered to me, his eyes dark with promise. “I want to see both of you.”

I stepped forward, my fingers going to the zipper at the back of my dress. The fabric slithered down my body, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but a black lace bra and matching thong. Sammy’s eyes locked onto me, her breath coming faster as she watched me undress.

With his hands still on Sammy’s breasts. “You’re both perfect.”

Sammy’s fingers fumbled with the straps of her dress, “Help me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

His hands went to the zipper at the back of her dress, his fingers deft as he pulled it down, the fabric slithering down her body to join mine on the floor. Sammy stood before us in nothing but bra and panties, her braces gleaming under the soft light, her body trembling with anticipation.

Darius’s hands slid up her thighs, his fingers tracing the edges of her panties. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “So fucking beautiful.”

Sammy moaned, her head falling back as his fingers slid beneath the lace, his touch hot against her skin. 

I stepped forward, my hands going to Sammy’s bra, my fingers unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled free, her nipples hard and aching, begging for attention. I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in, my mouth closing around one of her nipples, my tongue swirling over the sensitive peak.

Sammy cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair, her body arching into my touch. “Oh, fuck…”

Darius groaned, his fingers sliding beneath the lace of Sammy’s panties, his touch hot and insistent.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “You like it when your sister sucks on your breasts while I play with your vagina.”

I dropped to my knees, my fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her leg braces. Sammy gasped as I exposed her shaven vagina, her lips glistening with arousal.

I leaned in, my tongue swiping through her folds, my taste buds exploding with the flavor of her sweet, musky, perfect. Sammy cried out, her fingers tightening in my hair, her hips bucking against my mouth.

“Oh, fuck… yes…” she moaned, her voice breathy, desperate.

I moaned against her, my tongue swirling over her clitoris, my fingers sliding inside her, curling to hit that sweet spot deep inside. Sammy’s moans filled the room, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

He stood, his hands going to his belt, his fingers deft as he undid the buckle, the sound of his zipper loud in the quiet room. His penis sprang free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

“You want it inside you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. 

And then he was inside her. Sammy cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body arching into his. He groaned, his hips snapping forward, his penis burying itself deep inside her. 

I watched, my own body aching with need, my fingers sliding between my thighs, my touch light, teasing. The sight of them, Sammy, her body pinned against the wall, her braces gleaming under the light, her moans filling the room, was enough to make my vagina throb.

His hips snapped forward, his penis slamming into her. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, the wet, slapping sounds of sex mixing with Sammy’s moans, her cries, her desperate pleas for more.

Sammy cried out, her body arching, her vagina clenching around his penis.  Her orgasm hit, her body trembling, his penis twitching inside her as he came, his cum filling her, his groans mixing with hers.

And as the sun rose over the city, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink, I knew one thing for certain…

And to be honest that’s a lie…

The end
Ashley

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The Conclusion

The church was a cathedral of shadows, its vaulted ceilings swallowing the echoes of our sin. The scent of melted wax and old stone mingled with something darker… pure sexual arousal. His hands slid down my spine like a brand, igniting a trail of fire even with the cold marble against the warmth from my bare skin.

"Look at you," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "You are mine on my altar now."

I shivered as he lifted me onto the slab, the carved edges biting into my thighs. His lips traced my throat, teeth scraping just hard enough to bruise. When his tongue flicked over my pulse, I gasped, my nails scraping against the stone.

He made quick work of my skirt, the fabric tearing as he wrenched it up to my waist. My skin exposed, raising goosebumps, but the heat between my legs was unbearable. His fingers hooked into the lace of my panties, peeling them down with deliberate slowness, his knuckles brushing my inner thighs.

"Dripping," he observed, dragging a fingertip through my slickness. "And we’ve only just begun."

I whimpered as he pushed two fingers inside me without warning, my back arching off the altar. His palm ground against my clitoris, the rough friction making me moan. His other hand gripped my breast, pinching my nipple until it ached, his mouth descending to suck the sting away.

The pleasure was relentless in my belly. His fingers curled, stroking that hidden spot inside me, my orgasm ripped through me. I thrashed, my hips jerking against his hand, my cries bouncing off the stained-glass saints.

He didn’t stop. He never stopped. His fingers worked me through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor until I was limp, my chest heaving like never before. Only then did he step back, his penis straining against his trousers with the damp spot at the tip.

"Turn around," he ordered. And I obeyed.

The heavy velvet drape fell away, revealing a second cross grounded on the floor but not Christ, but her.

Isabella.

She was a sexual vision, her wrists bound to the crossbeam with thick ropes, the fibers biting into her delicate skin. Her arms were stretched taut, the muscles in her shoulders trembling from the strain. Her ankles were secured just as tightly, spread wide enough to expose every inch of her shaved vagina.

The ropes had left red marks on her pale flesh. Her chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, her nipples pebbled tight from the chill and from the sexual anticipation. A sheen of sweat coated her skin.

Luca approached her like a sexual lover during an intense BDSM session. His fingertips traced the raw lines on her ankles, his touch feather-light. Isabella shuddered, a moan escaping her swollen lips.

"Look at her," Luca purred, glancing back at me. "She wanted to be bound. begging."

The sight of her, spread open, vulnerable, happy, sent a fresh rush of heat between my thighs. My own arousal slicked my skin, my pulse throbbing in time with hers.

Luca’s hands slid up Isabella’s thighs. Her hips tilted instinctively toward his touch.

"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Like before. Please take me baby, make me cum again." Luca smiles, sinking to his knees before her.

His tongue dragged up her slit in one long, sensual stroke.

Isabella screamed, her back bowing off the cross, her thighs clamping around his head. Luca groaned against her, his hands gripping her hips to hold her still as he feasted. His mouth on her was obscene, wet, hungry, ravenous.

I could smell her musky and sweet, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. My own fingers twitched, aching to touch myself, but I couldn’t look away. Luca’s tongue circled her clitoris, flicking rapidly before sucking it between his lips. She moaned, her fingers twisting in the ropes, her body taut as a bowstring.

"Oh God…Luca…"

He didn’t relent. His fingers dug into her flesh, his tongue working her with ruthless precision. His free hand stroked his penis in time with her gasps, his knuckles glistening with pre-cum.

"You want to hear her cum?" Luca rasped, his eyes locking onto mine.

Before I could answer, he doubled his efforts, his tongue lapping at her in tight, rapid circles. Isabella’s entire body seized, her scream shattering the silence as her orgasm tore through her. Her thighs trembled, her toes curling as pleasure wracked her. Luca drank her in, his mouth sealed over her as she rode out the waves, her cries fading into broken moans.

Only when she sagged against the ropes, spent and shaking, did he pull away.

Luca rose, his penis jutting proudly from his body, the tip flushed and leaking. He pressed against Isabella, his lips grazing her red lips.

"I love you Bella," And then he was inside her.

Isabella’s moans were so loud, her body stretching to take him as he buried himself. He fucked her with brutal, driving strokes, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the walls. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her bound wrists straining as she tried to meet his rhythm.

I watched, hypnotized, as he took her, pleased with her, against the cross. His hands groped her breasts, pinching her nipples. His teeth sank into her shoulder, marking her as his.

Her second orgasm hit like a storm, her body convulsing around him, her scream muffled against the wood. Luca followed with a guttural roar, his release spilling into her as his hips stuttered.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. Then Luca turned to me, his eyes black with lust.

"Now," he said, "you…."

I knew what to do.

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The Conclusion

The church was a cathedral of shadows, its vaulted ceilings swallowing the echoes of our sin. The scent of melted wax and old stone mingled with something darker… pure sexual arousal. His hands slid down my spine like a brand, igniting a trail of fire even with the cold marble against the warmth from my bare skin.

"Look at you," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "You are mine on my altar now."

I shivered as he lifted me onto the slab, the carved edges biting into my thighs. His lips traced my throat, teeth scraping just hard enough to bruise. When his tongue flicked over my pulse, I gasped, my nails scraping against the stone.

He made quick work of my skirt, the fabric tearing as he wrenched it up to my waist. My skin exposed, raising goosebumps, but the heat between my legs was unbearable. His fingers hooked into the lace of my panties, peeling them down with deliberate slowness, his knuckles brushing my inner thighs.

"Dripping," he observed, dragging a fingertip through my slickness. "And we’ve only just begun."

I whimpered as he pushed two fingers inside me without warning, my back arching off the altar. His palm ground against my clitoris, the rough friction making me moan. His other hand gripped my breast, pinching my nipple until it ached, his mouth descending to suck the sting away.

The pleasure was relentless in my belly. His fingers curled, stroking that hidden spot inside me, my orgasm ripped through me. I thrashed, my hips jerking against his hand, my cries bouncing off the stained-glass saints.

He didn’t stop. He never stopped. His fingers worked me through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor until I was limp, my chest heaving like never before. Only then did he step back, his penis straining against his trousers with the damp spot at the tip.

"Turn around," he ordered. And I obeyed.

The heavy velvet drape fell away, revealing a second cross grounded on the floor but not Christ, but her.

Isabella.

She was a sexual vision, her wrists bound to the crossbeam with thick ropes, the fibers biting into her delicate skin. Her arms were stretched taut, the muscles in her shoulders trembling from the strain. Her ankles were secured just as tightly, spread wide enough to expose every inch of her shaved vagina.

The ropes had left red marks on her pale flesh. Her chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, her nipples pebbled tight from the chill and from the sexual anticipation. A sheen of sweat coated her skin.

Luca approached her like a sexual lover during an intense BDSM session. His fingertips traced the raw lines on her ankles, his touch feather-light. Isabella shuddered, a moan escaping her swollen lips.

"Look at her," Luca purred, glancing back at me. "She wanted to be bound. begging."

The sight of her, spread open, vulnerable, happy, sent a fresh rush of heat between my thighs. My own arousal slicked my skin, my pulse throbbing in time with hers.

Luca’s hands slid up Isabella’s thighs. Her hips tilted instinctively toward his touch.

"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Like before. Please take me baby, make me cum again." Luca smiles, sinking to his knees before her.

His tongue dragged up her slit in one long, sensual stroke.

Isabella screamed, her back bowing off the cross, her thighs clamping around his head. Luca groaned against her, his hands gripping her hips to hold her still as he feasted. His mouth on her was obscene, wet, hungry, ravenous.

I could smell her musky and sweet, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. My own fingers twitched, aching to touch myself, but I couldn’t look away. Luca’s tongue circled her clitoris, flicking rapidly before sucking it between his lips. She moaned, her fingers twisting in the ropes, her body taut as a bowstring.

"Oh God…Luca…"

He didn’t relent. His fingers dug into her flesh, his tongue working her with ruthless precision. His free hand stroked his penis in time with her gasps, his knuckles glistening with pre-cum.

"You want to hear her cum?" Luca rasped, his eyes locking onto mine.

Before I could answer, he doubled his efforts, his tongue lapping at her in tight, rapid circles. Isabella’s entire body seized, her scream shattering the silence as her orgasm tore through her. Her thighs trembled, her toes curling as pleasure wracked her. Luca drank her in, his mouth sealed over her as she rode out the waves, her cries fading into broken moans.

Only when she sagged against the ropes, spent and shaking, did he pull away.

Luca rose, his penis jutting proudly from his body, the tip flushed and leaking. He pressed against Isabella, his lips grazing her red lips.

"I love you Bella," And then he was inside her.

Isabella’s moans were so loud, her body stretching to take him as he buried himself. He fucked her with brutal, driving strokes, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the walls. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her bound wrists straining as she tried to meet his rhythm.

I watched, hypnotized, as he took her, pleased with her, against the cross. His hands groped her breasts, pinching her nipples. His teeth sank into her shoulder, marking her as his.

Her second orgasm hit like a storm, her body convulsing around him, her scream muffled against the wood. Luca followed with a guttural roar, his release spilling into her as his hips stuttered.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. Then Luca turned to me, his eyes black with lust.

"Now," he said, "you…."

I knew what to do.

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Prologue

Our dice game was never just a game.

It sat on the marble counter in front of me, small and simple, like it meant nothing. Smooth edges. Black numbers. Easy to ignore. Yeah right…

But I couldn’t ignore it.

I leaned my hands against the cool surface, watching Trevor as he turned it between his long and teasing fingers. Morning light poured through the windows, catching the sharp lines of his face. He looked calm.

Always calm. Like he already knew how the day would go.

“What do you think today will be?” he asked. His voice was light, but I knew better. It wasn’t really a question. I let out a slow breath, trying to keep my tone steady.

“That depends. Are you planning to be nice today?” A small smile touched his lips.

“You already know the answer to that.” Of course I did.

He rolled the dice across the counter. It clicked softly as it spun, the sound louder than it should have been in the quiet kitchen. I watched it slow… then stop. My eyes dropped to the number. For a second, I didn’t move.

“You’ve got a busy day ahead of you,” Trevor said.

There it was, that tone that I fell in love with. Calm. Certain. Like everything was already decided. I straightened, smoothing my skirt, trying to ignore the way my pulse picked up. It wasn’t just the number. It was him. The way he looked at me, like he could read every thought before I even said it.

“And if I don’t?” I asked, even though I already knew how this would go. He stepped closer. Not touching me. Just close enough to make me feel it.

“You will.” Simple. No hesitation.

I swallowed, glancing down at the counter for a second, catching my reflection in the polished stone. I looked composed. In control.

I wasn’t sure I felt that way.

Something had already started building inside me, quiet, steady, impossible to ignore.
Trevor stepped back like nothing had happened, adjusting his sleeve.

“Go on,” he said. “You’ve got a full schedule.”

I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, my heels clicking softly behind me. I almost didn’t look back.

But I did.

He was still there. Watching me. Waiting. And just like that, I knew…The game had already begun. But…

Part 1

Before I could leave, Trevor’s fingers traced the inside of my thigh, his touch sending electric jolts straight to my already throbbing clitoris. The dice had spoken four orgasms before the day was through and the first was about to be claimed right here, in the heart of our home, where the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the musk of my arousal.

“You’re already so wet for me, Christine,” Trevor murmured, his voice a dark velvet rasp as his fingers brushed against the damp lace of my thong.

“Did the dice make you this needy, or was it the way I looked at you in that skirt?” His thumb pressed against my clitoris through the fabric, and I arched my back, a whimper escaping my lips.

“Both,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “But mostly you. The way you own me with just a look.”

He chuckled, low and knowing, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my thong and dragged it down my legs. The cool air hit my bare, slick folds, and I shivered, my nipples hardening against the silk of my blouse.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. I obeyed, my heels digging as I opened myself to him, the vulnerable position making my pulse race.
Trevor didn’t waste time. His mouth descended on me in one swift motion, his tongue dragging up my slit in a slow, deliberate lick that made my toes curl inside my stilettos.

“You taste like sin my dear wife,” he growled against my flesh, his breath hot and teasing. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair as he flattened his tongue against my clitoris, circling it. The sound of his mouth working me, wet, obscene sounds filled the kitchen, mixing with my breathy cries.

“Trevor, please…” I begged, my hips bucking against his face. He responded by sliding two fingers inside me, curling them upward to stroke that sweet, aching spot deep within. My back arched off the counter, my breasts pressing against the confines of my blouse as pleasure coiled tight in my belly.

“You’re going to come so hard for me, Christine,” he murmured, his lips vibrating against me. 

“And then you’re going to walk into that showing with my cum dripping down your thighs, aren’t you?”

The filthy promise sent me spiraling. My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my body trembling as I moaned, my voice echoing off the high ceilings. Trevor didn’t let up, his tongue and fingers working me through every shuddering aftershock until I was gasping on the counter.

He pulled back, his lips glistening with my arousal, and smirked.

“One down. Now get cleaned up, you’ve got a house to sell.” He zipped up his slacks, leaving me exposed and trembling, my skirt still bunched around my waist.

“And Christine?” he added, his voice a dark promise. “Next time, I want you to think about me while you’re fingering yourself in that walk in closet.”

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The morning after Luca’s declaration, I woke to the scent of espresso and the faint hum of the city outside my window. My body ached in the best way, sore from his hands, his mouth, his penis. I stretched, my fingers brushing against the sheets where he had been, the warmth of his presence still lingering like a ghost. 

When I got to the kitchen, Isabella was pulling Luca toward the spare room, her laughing muffled but unmistakable. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with mischief. Luca hesitated for a moment, glancing back at me, his smile widening, before letting her drag him away.

The spare room. The one with the hidden camera I’d installed months ago after a string of thefts from my jewelry collection. A surge of curiosity and something much darker, something I didn’t want to name, flooded me. I pulled out my phone, opening the app connected to the camera.

The screen lit up, revealing the room in grainy detail. Bella was already on the bed, her legs sprawled open, He caressed her large breasts. Her nipples were hard, her breath coming in quick gasps as Luca knelt between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs.

“Luca,” she moaned, her voice trembling. “Please…”

He leaned down, his mouth now closing over her nipple poking through her sweater, sucking hard. She arched off the bed, her hands tangling in his hair, her cries echoing through the room, and through my bluetooth ear buds.

I watched and listened, transfixed, as Luca’s hands slid higher, pushing her sweater up to her neck. Her breasts were perfect, full, firm, with nipples that begged to be bitten. Luca obliged, his teeth grazing her skin, his tongue flicking over her sensitive flesh.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough. “So fucking perfect.” Like he said to me the day before.

Bella whimpered, her hips bucking as his hands slid down to her waist, pulling her jeans and shoes off one by one. Her legs were long, toned, her thighs trembling as he spread them wider, his fingers brushing against her panties.

“Oh God,” she gasped, her voice breaking.

“You’re so cute and sexy” he whispered, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs. Her pussy was bare, glistening, her arousal already soaking the sheets.

I couldn’t look away as Luca leaned down, his tongue dragging through her folds, his lips closing over her clitoris. Isabella screamed, her hands fisting in the sheets, her body arching off the bed.

“Yes,” her voice trembling. 

Luca didn’t stop. His tongue worked her clitoris, flicking, swirling, while his fingers slid inside her, curling, stroking…. She was thrashing now, her cries echoing through the room, her thighs clamping around his head.

“I’m going to cum,” she gasped, her voice breaking.

“Good,” he growled, his voice muffled against her pussy. “Cum for me, Bella. Let me taste you.”

And she did. Her orgasm came, her vagina clenching around his fingers, her thighs trembling as she screamed his name. Luca didn’t stop. He kept licking, kept fucking her with his fingers, drawing out her pleasure until she was nothing but a trembling, gasping mess.

When she finally came down, Luca stood, his long penis hard, his eyes dark. He unbuckled his belt, his jeans falling to the floor, revealing his penis, already glistening with pre-cum.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice rough.

Bella nodded, her legs spreading wider. “Yes…”

He didn’t wait. He thrust inside her, hard and deep, his penis filling her completely. Bella gasped, her eyes locked on the faint scratches on his neck, marks from another woman’s nails, perhaps, though she didn’t ask. Her hands clung to his shoulders as he began to move, his hips snapping against hers, pounding into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. Her head tilted back, her dark curls spilling across the pillows as her cries filled the room.

“Oh God, you’re so big… so good,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, her body arching to meet every thrust.

Meanwhile, I watched them through the glowing screen of my phone, my body trembling with a forbidden need. One hand slid under my skirt, my fingers brushing against my clitoris, already wet and throbbing. My panties were soaked, my arousal undeniable as I watched Luca claim my daughter, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her cries echoing through the room, her pleasure raw and unfiltered.

When I finally closed the app, the screen went dark, but the images lingered, burning into my mind like a brand. My fingers circled faster, my breath coming in shallow gasps, my body teetering on the edge of release.

And then, I felt it. A pair of hands on my shoulders, warm, strong and familiar.

“You’re mine,” Luca whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Meet me at the old church outside the city. 3 PM. Don’t be late… or I will need to punish Isabella.”

The church stood at the edge of the city, its weathered stone façade cloaked in ivy and shadows. The air was thick with the scent of incense and decay, the stained-glass windows casting fractured light across the cracked marble floors. I stepped inside, my heels clicking softly against the stone, my heart pounding in my chest.

He was already there, waiting for me at the altar. Luca stood in the center of the nave, his silhouette framed by the towering crucifix above him. The sight of him, tall, brooding,long arms stretch like Jeasus his dark eyes gleaming with danger, sent a thrill through me. His wicked smile watched me approach.

“You came,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, like gravel.

“You didn’t give me much of a choice,” I replied, my voice trembling despite myself. His smile widened as he stepped closer, his boots echoing against the marble floor.

“You could have said no,” he said, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me against him. 

“But we both know you didn’t want to.”

I didn’t argue. I couldn’t. His touch was electric, his presence intoxicating. My hands slid up his chest, feeling the heat of him through his shirt, the hard muscle beneath. His hands slid lower, cupping my ass and lifting me onto the altar.

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The morning after Luca’s declaration, I woke to the scent of espresso and the faint hum of the city outside my window. My body ached in the best way, sore from his hands, his mouth, his penis. I stretched, my fingers brushing against the sheets where he had been, the warmth of his presence still lingering like a ghost. 

When I got to the kitchen, Isabella was pulling Luca toward the spare room, her laughing muffled but unmistakable. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with mischief. Luca hesitated for a moment, glancing back at me, his smile widening, before letting her drag him away.

The spare room. The one with the hidden camera I’d installed months ago after a string of thefts from my jewelry collection. A surge of curiosity and something much darker, something I didn’t want to name, flooded me. I pulled out my phone, opening the app connected to the camera.

The screen lit up, revealing the room in grainy detail. Bella was already on the bed, her legs sprawled open, He caressed her large breasts. Her nipples were hard, her breath coming in quick gasps as Luca knelt between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs.

“Luca,” she moaned, her voice trembling. “Please…”

He leaned down, his mouth now closing over her nipple poking through her sweater, sucking hard. She arched off the bed, her hands tangling in his hair, her cries echoing through the room, and through my bluetooth ear buds.

I watched and listened, transfixed, as Luca’s hands slid higher, pushing her sweater up to her neck. Her breasts were perfect, full, firm, with nipples that begged to be bitten. Luca obliged, his teeth grazing her skin, his tongue flicking over her sensitive flesh.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough. “So fucking perfect.” Like he said to me the day before.

Bella whimpered, her hips bucking as his hands slid down to her waist, pulling her jeans and shoes off one by one. Her legs were long, toned, her thighs trembling as he spread them wider, his fingers brushing against her panties.

“Oh God,” she gasped, her voice breaking.

“You’re so cute and sexy” he whispered, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs. Her pussy was bare, glistening, her arousal already soaking the sheets.

I couldn’t look away as Luca leaned down, his tongue dragging through her folds, his lips closing over her clitoris. Isabella screamed, her hands fisting in the sheets, her body arching off the bed.

“Yes,” her voice trembling. 

Luca didn’t stop. His tongue worked her clitoris, flicking, swirling, while his fingers slid inside her, curling, stroking…. She was thrashing now, her cries echoing through the room, her thighs clamping around his head.

“I’m going to cum,” she gasped, her voice breaking.

“Good,” he growled, his voice muffled against her pussy. “Cum for me, Bella. Let me taste you.”

And she did. Her orgasm came, her vagina clenching around his fingers, her thighs trembling as she screamed his name. Luca didn’t stop. He kept licking, kept fucking her with his fingers, drawing out her pleasure until she was nothing but a trembling, gasping mess.

When she finally came down, Luca stood, his long penis hard, his eyes dark. He unbuckled his belt, his jeans falling to the floor, revealing his penis, already glistening with pre-cum.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice rough.

Bella nodded, her legs spreading wider. “Yes…”

He didn’t wait. He thrust inside her, hard and deep, his penis filling her completely. Bella gasped, her eyes locked on the faint scratches on his neck, marks from another woman’s nails, perhaps, though she didn’t ask. Her hands clung to his shoulders as he began to move, his hips snapping against hers, pounding into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. Her head tilted back, her dark curls spilling across the pillows as her cries filled the room.

“Oh God, you’re so big… so good,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, her body arching to meet every thrust.

Meanwhile, I watched them through the glowing screen of my phone, my body trembling with a forbidden need. One hand slid under my skirt, my fingers brushing against my clitoris, already wet and throbbing. My panties were soaked, my arousal undeniable as I watched Luca claim my daughter, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her cries echoing through the room, her pleasure raw and unfiltered.

When I finally closed the app, the screen went dark, but the images lingered, burning into my mind like a brand. My fingers circled faster, my breath coming in shallow gasps, my body teetering on the edge of release.

And then, I felt it. A pair of hands on my shoulders, warm, strong and familiar.

“You’re mine,” Luca whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Meet me at the old church outside the city. 3 PM. Don’t be late… or I will need to punish Isabella.”

The church stood at the edge of the city, its weathered stone façade cloaked in ivy and shadows. The air was thick with the scent of incense and decay, the stained-glass windows casting fractured light across the cracked marble floors. I stepped inside, my heels clicking softly against the stone, my heart pounding in my chest.

He was already there, waiting for me at the altar. Luca stood in the center of the nave, his silhouette framed by the towering crucifix above him. The sight of him, tall, brooding,long arms stretch like Jeasus his dark eyes gleaming with danger, sent a thrill through me. His wicked smile watched me approach.

“You came,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, like gravel.

“You didn’t give me much of a choice,” I replied, my voice trembling despite myself. His smile widened as he stepped closer, his boots echoing against the marble floor.

“You could have said no,” he said, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me against him. 

“But we both know you didn’t want to.”

I didn’t argue. I couldn’t. His touch was electric, his presence intoxicating. My hands slid up his chest, feeling the heat of him through his shirt, the hard muscle beneath. His hands slid lower, cupping my ass and lifting me onto the altar.

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“Would you like a private demonstration, Mario?” I asked…

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he stood, his chair scraping against the hardwood. In three long strides, he closed the distance between us, his hands gripping my waist like he couldn’t stand another second without touching me. His mouth crashed into mine, hot and demanding, his tongue sweeping past my lips in a kiss that left me breathless. I moaned into him, my body arching instinctively as his hands roamed, squeezing my hips, sliding up to fist in my hair, claiming me with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down my spine.

Behind me, Sammy let out a breathy laugh. “Someone’s eager.”

Mario broke the kiss, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. “Bedroom. Now.”

Sammy didn’t hesitate, with my help she stood on her one leg. She adjusted her grip on her crutches, the rubber tips squeaking slightly against the floor as she pivoted toward the staircase. The sound of her movement was rhythmic, click-step, click-step, as she mover with grace despite the heavy pink cast on her right leg.

Watching her climb the stairs was its own kind of torture. She took each step carefully, her free leg bent at the knee, her toned thigh flexing as she balanced her weight. The crutches bore most of it, but I could see the effort in the way her shoulders tensed, with each upward motion. The cast made her ascent slower, more deliberate, and the way she bit her lip in concentration was downright sinful.

Halfway up, she paused, glancing over her shoulder with a smile. “You two are coming, or do I have to start without you?”

Mario’s grip on me tightened, his growl vibrating against my skin. “Keep moving, trouble.” She did.

Mario’s bedroom was a masterpiece of decadence, black silk sheets rumpled from earlier use, a four post bed draped in heavy velvet curtains, and a floor-to-ceiling mirror that reflected every sinful detail. Sammy hopped onto the mattress with practiced ease, her crutches clattering to the floor beside her. She arranged herself against the mountain of pillows, her cast propped up on a plush cushion, her good leg stretched out lazily.

Then she patted the space beside her, her eyes dark with promise. “Now,” she purred.

“Who’s first?”

“Come here, Mario. Let us show you how twins really play.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He stripped off his jacket, his tie, his shirt, revealing a chest that was broad and muscular, dusted with silver hair. His pants followed, his penis springing free, thick, already leaking at the tip.

Sammy crooked a finger at him. “On your knees, baby. Let’s see how good you are with that mouth.”

He obeyed, crawling onto the bed between her legs. I watched, my own arousal dripping down my thighs, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs, careful not to jostle her cast. Then his mouth was on her, his tongue dragging through her folds with long, slow strokes.

“Just like that, yes…” Sammy gasped, her back arching. 

I couldn’t wait any longer. I straddled Mario’s face, my vagina hovering just above his mouth. 

He groaned, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through me as his tongue lashed out, dragging through my slit. I moaned, grinding down against his face, my hands tangling in his hair as I rode his mouth. Beside me, Sammy was writhing, her hips bucking as Mario’s fingers found her clitoris, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.

“Yessss…” she cried, her voice breaking. “I’m gonna come.”

Her orgasm hit her like a train, her vagina gushing onto Mario’s chin as she screamed, her body trembling. He didn’t stop, his tongue still working me, his fingers still teasing her, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure.

Then it was my turn. I came with a cry, my juices flooding his mouth as my vagina clenched. He drank me down, his groans muffled against my flesh, his penis twitching, desperate for release.

Sammy reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his long shaft.

“Someone’s needy,” she purred. “Why don’t you fuck me while my sis rides your face?”

Mario didn’t hesitate. Sammy stares at him, at his penis, her cast propped up on  his shoulder. As he lined himself up and thrust into her.

Sammy moaned,  his hips snapping forward, his penis into her with deep, beautiful strokes. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with Sammy’s moans.

“You like that, baby?” Sammy panted, glancing at him.

“Yes” he groaned, “You two are perfect.”

She came with a scream, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Mario groaned, his penis twitching inside Sammy as he followed her over the edge, his cum flooding her vagina in hot, thick spurts.

“That was… incredible.”

Sammy smiled, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.

“Just wait until you see what we have planned for tomorrow.”

The next morning, we woke up to find Mario already dressed, a tray of breakfast laid out beside the bed. He watched us as we stretched, our bodies still tangled together.

“I have a proposal for you,” he said, his voice low. 

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“I’m yours for now,” I gasped, and then he was inside me, filling me in one deep, punishing thrust.

“Fuck!” I cried out as he bottomed out, his penis stretching me, owning me. He groaned, his forehead pressing against my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin.

His hips pulled back from my neck before slamming into me again, harder this time.

“I knew this would be so fucking perfect.”

I could only moan in response, my body was out of my control, already climbing, my vagina clenching around him as he fucked me, his thrusts deep and relentless, his penis hitting that spot inside me that made me forget who he was in love with.

“God I’m gonna come”

“Come for you, it’s the only time you will get me” he demanded, his hand sliding down to my clitoris, his fingers circling, pressing, as he pounded into me.

“Come all over my large penis like your daughter does all the time with no protection.”

No, no, no but that was all it took. My orgasm crashed over me, my body convulsing, my vagina milking him as I screamed her name, my voice echoing through the office. He groaned, his thrusts becoming slower, his penis swelling inside me as he chased his own release.

“Elena…” His voice was a guttural growl, his hips stuttering as he buried himself even deeper, his cum flooding me, hot and thick, filling me up as he rode out his orgasm, his breath ragged against my neck.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies tangled, our breaths mingling, the only sound the drip of his cum sliding out of me, down my thighs. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his hands gentle now, soothing.

“That,” he murmured, his voice rough, “was amazing.”

I turned in his arms, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Then let’s see what else you’ve got for my daughter.”

His smile was slow, promising. “Oh, Signora. You have no idea.”

The next few weeks were a blur of stolen moments, my office, his apartment, the backseat of my car, once even the supply closet at a charity gala while Bella schmoozed donors just down the hall. Each time was better than the last, his hands and mouth and penis ruining me in the best possible way. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to tease me, how to make me beg.

And I loved it.

But the guilt was always there, gnawing at me. Bella was happy. Too happy. She’d started leaving little notes on my desk without knowing. Oh Mamma, Luca’s amazing, isn’t he? or I think he’s the one!, and each one was like a knife to the chest. I was stealing her joy, her future, and for what? A few stolen orgasms? A man who was mine in secret but would never be mine in truth?

I had to end it.

I found him in the kitchen one evening, his back to me as he poured himself a drink. The apartment was quiet, Bella out dancing with friends.

“Luca.”

He turned, his smile fading as he saw my face. “What’s wrong?

I swallowed hard. “This has to stop.”

His expression darkened, very dark. “No.”

“Yes. It;s my call.” My voice was firm, but my hands were shaking. “She’s in love with you. And I…I can’t do this to her.”

He set the glass down, his jaw tight.

“So that’s it? You think you are just going to walk away from me?”

“What else is there?” I demanded, my voice breaking. “I’m her mother, Luca. I can’t…”

“You can’t walk away from me,” he interrupted, stepping closer, his hands cupping my face hard.

“I decide not you. Because this…The three of us is real. And you don’t have a say anymore.”

I wanted to argue. Wanted to push him away. But his touch was electric, his gaze burning into me, and I was weak.

“You need to be taught a lesson young man”

“Shh.” His mouth crashed into mine, hungry, desperate, and I melted into him, my hands fisting in his shirt as he backed me against the counter hard, almost falling off my high heel shoes. His hands were everywhere, my breasts, my thighs, his fingers sliding under my skirt, finding me wet, ready.

“You want this,” he growled against my lips. “You need me….”

I did, sexually I did.

His fingers found my clitoris, pressing hard, and I moaned into his mouth, my hips bucking against his hand. He groaned, his penis hard against my thigh, his breath ragged. He twisted my left arms, bending my wrist in submission…

“Tell me to stop,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

“You need to fuck me, but don’t break me” I whispered. “Please.”
He didn’t hesitate, he let go of my arm. His hands were on my ass, lifting me onto the counter, his mouth never leaving mine as he freed his young penis, the head teasing my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back, pulling him closer.

His penis sliding into me, filling me, owning me. I cried out, my head falling back as he fucked me, his thrust felt amazing, his hands gripping my hips, holding me right there as he took me.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his mouth on my throat, his teeth grazing my skin. “Say it now.”

“I’m not yours,” I gasped, my nails raking down his back, scratching him all over as he pounded into me, his penis sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

“You tease, I’m going to punish you,” he said.

I screamed, my orgasm… my vagina…  his cum flooding me… filling me up as he came.

“This isn’t over,” he murmured, his voice rough. 

Part 4 to come.
Ashley

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