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Sequel series to “My Girlfriend Left me Alone with her Roommates.” I really enjoyed taking more time fleshing characters out and building around their experiences. Enjoy.

PART 2 - Overtime

Helen’s marriage wasn’t the happy ending that most girls sought out from a young age. She didn’t exactly get her Prince Charming, her castle atop the hill or any of the other fairytale cliches. 

It also wasn’t the abusive cycle that some women found themselves in, unable to pull themselves out of the never ending bog to solid ground. She was fortunate in that aspect, she supposed. 

It was a perfectly middle of the road relationship that she and Danny had simply found themselves in. High school sweethearts that stayed together in college and were married shortly after. Two kids followed in an even shorter succession. 

She often wondered if either of them had gone to a university out of state if things would have been different. If their love would have persevered and been made stronger or if they would simply fall out of love, fall out of touch, fall out of this manufactured relationship they had built. 

Happiness in relation to marriage wasn’t a fleeting moment or puppy love between to horny, attractive people. It was a long lasting state of being that could only be achieved through deep satisfaction with a partner. Someone who made you whole. 

It barely surprised Helen when she had found Danny with one of his interns in their bed. It hardly registered to her because she had known it was over for some time now. He didn’t touch her. He didn’t do the little things. He didn’t ever say “I love you.”

At 41 years old she had been cast aside for a 20 something year old like she was expired milk in the back of the fridge, like he only needed a quick trip to the store to replace what he had lost. 

It was painful, regardless of how she felt about him prior. Seeing the naked form of a girl half her age writhe on top of him. Seeing his face, full of shock and embarrassment, realizing he had miscalculated how many days she would be gone visiting her family. 

The divorce process was significantly worse, though. It hurt her far more than watching that blonde dismount the man she had committed her life to. The tedious, painful separation of years of thread that the two of them had knit together was almost unbearable. 

She did her best to ensure the process went smoothly - she had no interest in trying to claim more than she was owed or make Danny’s life worse. Her lawyer had advised to seek the maximum possible return but she shook him off, wanting to simply get through it and make sure her kids were taken care of. 

The youngest was 16 and he’d be affected by it the most. If only Danny could have kept his dick in his pants for two more years. Just two. Then, this wouldn’t be so difficult. 

All of this felt like ages ago. The moment Helen had caught the adultery in real time was nearly a full year ago now  but the proceedings had just wrapped up not a month prior. 

That’s when she had gone on her first date. She waited until it was over and installed a dating app on her phone. Being conventionally attractive with fiery red hair and sparkling green eyes it didn’t take her long to get a match. But she soon found she was well over her head. 

The first date was with a younger man, nearly a decade her junior, who talked about himself just about the entire length of dinner. She found it difficult to get a word in edge-wise and gave up after his fourth story detailing him and his “tech bros” scoring a big client. 

Wealth with no worth meant nothing to her. She politely declined a second date when he reached out again, opting to try and find someone more her speed. 

This time a handsome, dark skinned man who was only a few years younger than her. She was out of touch with how to date but even worse, how to flirt. How to communicate desire. 

Helen had spilled a glass of red wine on herself while trying to seductively twirl it in her hand. Embarrassment had flooded her system and the man had been kind - offered to help clean her up, offered to pay for a cab home. Oh god. He thought she was drunk. 45 minutes into a date and she gave off the impression she was a drunkard. 

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she now sat alone at home, darkness and a fresh bottle of wine as her only companions. 

She was still in her stained dress, hand trembling as she silently cried to herself. Her shaky finger hit the “delete” button, erasing the dating app from her phone. 

Helen downed a large sip taken directly from the wine bottle, small beads of maroon dotting the corner of her lip. She wiped them away with her already ruined dress. It didn’t matter anymore. It’s not like she’d be wearing it on a date ever again. 

Whether it was the alcohol, the failed dates, the simple yearning for physical affection or a combination of all three, her heart raced as a new feeling started to slowly replace the sadness. 

She was painfully aware of her physical needs still going unmet, her body craving a connection that she had lacked for many years even when she was with Danny. A connection that had fizzled out and been renewed for him - not for her. 

Her breath quickened as she fumbled with her phone, clumsily pulling up an adult website. Danny had watched porn with her once before, a sort of no holds barred sexual encounter when they were much younger. 

Outside of that one instance she had never watched pornographic content, certainly never on her own. But she needed relief and quickly. 

Helen spent a few unwelcome seconds scrolling past a number of videos that she had no interest in, stumbling across one of a female teacher and male student. 

Something she couldn’t quite identify pulled her to it, clicking on the video and watching the opening minutes with an intense curiosity. 

Corny. Hacky. Terrible acting, worse dialogue. She knew the stereotypes but this was worse than she could have imagined. Until the sex started. 

It wasn’t graceful nor particularly erotic in itself but she was glued to the screen, not breaking as the pornstar sloppily gagged on the “student’s” shaft. 

A wetness alerted her of her body’s reaction to the scene, her hand gently and unsurely making its way down, moving her underwear to the side. Her slick folds welcomed the touch and she audibly gasped as she felt her own swollen clit. She was far too pent up. 

With a hand that was far too under-practiced in such measures, she slowly began rotating a small circle around her sensitive clit, slow motions slowly becoming slightly more vigorous as she picked up steam. 

Her heart beat faster and her breath deepened while small, nearly inaudible moans escaped her lips as waves of pleasure radiated up through her nervous system. 

She continued to work her hand as she watched, the woman taking the entirety of the man into her mouth before standing up and instructing him to fuck her. It was brash, crude. Not a real representation of sex. But she couldn’t help but be extremely turned on by it. 

A wave of embarrassment shot through her, heat pulsing through her chest as she began picturing herself as the teacher. And the student… Michael. 

The young man from the office she had been mentoring, whom she had confided her marital troubles to, who she had spent several late nights talking and joking with in the waning hours after the work day. 

The same one who had shared a story about having spontaneous sex - group sex, at that - to get over his cheating ex girlfriend. A story he told her in confidence. One that only someone with a broken heart could relate to. 

A deep breath escaped from her lips and she found herself reaching climax. The tiny fire of pleasure had rapidly ignited to a roaring fire as her fantasy took over, pushing her over the edge and soaking her underwear. 

Helen knocked her phone to the ground as she came, choosing to save the wine bottle instead. 

As she sat there breathing heavily on the couch, the raucous sounds of love making played from her phone’s speakers. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. She knew what she wanted. For the first time in years, she knew. 

_

Michael bumped into Elba as he hurried out of his room in a not-so-pleasant attitude. 

“Oh man I’m sorry, didn’t see you.”

“Uh-huh, you weren’t just trying to make an excuse to hang out with me were you? I’d soooo hate it if you came out thrifting with me.”

Shit. He’d drop everything to go with her if it had been any other time but he’d just been summoned by Helen. He couldn’t leave her out to dry, not with the way she had so generously treated him. 

“You actually caught me at a bad time, I gotta go into the office and help Helen with some contracts. Next time?” He tried to sound apologetic and sincere without being condescending. 

“Hm.” Elba looked him up and down, her dark eyes scanning his body for any signs of distrust. 

“I thought you were making an excuse but you really have to go, don’t you?”

“Yeah, if it was anyone else I’d pretend I didn’t see it until tomorrow. But she’s already going through a lot and if there’s a deadline that has to be met so she doesn’t get in trouble I’ll help her any way I can.”

“Alright, fine. But that’s a big IOU. Like, a big, fat one that I’m probably going to parlay into you buying me lunch.”

“And dessert.” He added. 

“Promise?”

“Promise. Whatever you want.”

Silence hung in the air as he kept his eyes locked on hers. He’d let her take the dessert comment whichever way she wanted. He’d happily oblige to either meaning of the double entendre. 

“Lunch and dessert at my place of my choosing. And it has to be this week.”

“Deal.” He nodded. 

“Good. See you around, have fun.” A smile that could melt icebergs from Elba as she bid him goodbye, disappearing out the front door. 

He breathed out, rushing to collect his things as Elba spun around in his mind’s eye. If there was anyone he wanted to get closer with, it was her. 

Before long he had the essentials for an office run and potential late night powwow with Helen - some light snacks, essential toiletries and a change of clothes. It had only come to an overnight stay once before, a rush to meet an important quarterly deadline but that’s all it took for him to be prepared every time he clocked in after 5pm. 

Michael tossed his go bag into his car, climbed in and set his playlist to shuffle. The waning afternoon sun kissed him goodbye as he left the complex, turning onto the highway and headed to the office. 

_

Elba perused the small thrift store’s wares, running her hands over pairs of jeans, t-shirts and boots as she thought of potential outfit combinations. There were so many boots. Why were there all these boots?

The clothing items were nothing more than a distraction at this point instead of serving at the primary focus of her afternoon as originally intended. She couldn’t help but let her previous line of thinking storm its way back in, Michael’s face appearing in her mind’s eye. 

Her stomach dropped as she considered the implications of her latest obsession. With her untimely separation from Josh, romantic pursuits of any kind had not crossed her mind. However, that night of indulgement, that night she kissed Michael and turned their apartment into an orgy had sparked something inside of her. 

Her soul had collided with his in a way only the two of them could understand and since that moment, she couldn’t shake him. 

It was wrong to say she was in love; that was a far advanced version of what she felt. Or at least she thought so. It was an emotional and physical lust that drove her to be around him whenever she could. 

Ugh. Was that just what love was? A lust of the soul and of flesh? She didn’t mind seeing him with the other girls. It was fun to dive into a completely untapped sexual pool and explore opportunities she never would have normally. 

It was fun to have sex with him, to watch him have sex with the others. It was fun to be around him. 

Fun wasn’t exactly something she would have described her general lot in life before these last couple months. Her relationship with Josh was like a part time job, her school work was like a full time job and her part time job was like… well it was like having a part time job on top of two other jobs. 

Everything in her life had felt like work until recently. She relaxed, she had fun and she finally found someone she wanted to be around. 

Ugh. Maybe she was falling for him. But it was so soon, far too soon to admit that she was. She wanted to bask in this new feeling and just have fun. 

Soon, Rylah would graduate and the house would be down another. Blaire and her were next, Emelia a year behind. The college experience was slowly coming to a halt and there was no reason for her to rush into a relationship. Especially if she shackled herself to Michael. 

That would put some kind of ownership, a fence around him that she wasn’t ready for. She wanted that freedom for an orgy to break out after they had all had too much to drink. She wanted to hear Blaire and Emelia giggle about moments like the sauna yesterday. She wanted to see Rylah have that deep hunger in her eyes as she approached him. 

There was something so fascinating and so alluring about their current complex arrangement that she didn’t want to upset the balance by introducing a new element. 

If she had feelings - which she was beginning to realize she might - a lot of that fun becomes more complicated. Messy. She didn’t want that. 

If there was any chance of her and Michael having a genuine shot with one another she didn’t want it to be complicated. It had to be clean, pure. At least mostly pure. 

“That was it,” she thought. She promised herself there and then, in the corner of a small thrift shop, that she would stay friends with benefits with Michael until she graduated. 

No use in making things complicated. Have fun. But. But. Make a move immediately if she still felt this way a semester from now. 

Elba exited the store and drove straight home. She already had a far more productive day than she had set out to have. 

_

Helen sat behind her desk, tapping a pen on the flat surface in front of her. Her other hand fidgeted with her skirt, tugging at the bottom of the already short material. 

Her heart raced. Maybe this was a mistake. Having Michael come in to complete something she very well could have had him do the next day might not have been the best way to handle things. 

She took a deep breath. In, then out. Her cleavage was very visible, she made sure of that, and her skirt was far too short for normal comfort. Helen kicked herself and realized she had been far too inspired by that teacher porno while half drunk on wine. 

This was silly. Unrealistic. She’d call him now and cancel, he was probably just now leaving his place. 

Ding. 

The elevator let her know someone had made it to the second level. He was early. Of course he was, he probably wanted to get this done with and back home. To enjoy his Sunday evening. Oh god, this was going terribly already. 

Another deep breath as she shifted in her chair, Michael’s figure rounding the corner. 

“Whatcha got for me today?” He called out, slinging a bag into his hardly used office chair before entering her office. 

“Just stay calm. You got this.”

She gestured to the chair in front of her and slipped into her comfortable professional mindset, explaining the two contracts she needed revised to meet a deadline. She just failed to specify the deadline wasn’t until Tuesday at noon. But she’d get to that later. 

The thought of her spilling wine on herself came back to her and caused her to physically cringe. She walked herself back from the metaphorical edge, completely shedding the embarrassing memory to try and stay in the moment. 

While the two worked on the language and structure of the contracts she made sure to bend forward whenever possible, a gratuitous view of her breasts on display. She even got up once and bent over to pick up a pen she discretely kicked away, her skirt hiking up as she did so. 

Helen was sure that he had looked at her cleavage at least once, possibly twice. But she might have been delusional about the second time. Maybe not. 

By the time they were done she was sure he had picked up on some of the signals she was flaring. At least she hoped so. She was scared of coming on too strong too fast and pushing him away so it was best that she kept it relatively subtle. 

“You look nice. Date tonight?” Michael offered. So he had been looking. 

Helen shook her head, a hot flush coming to her cheeks. 

“Thank you, I’m glad you noticed but no - no dating for me. Not for a while. Not after what happened last time.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You didn’t tell me you went on a date, what happened?”

She unloaded the gory details of her back to back failed dates, the professionalism act dropping as soon as she was in gossip mode as it had many times before. 

They shared a laugh over her wine story and he teased her for being careless. They were in high spirits. It was the only chance she might get. 

“Listen… Michael…” she chose her words carefully as if she were picking her way through a bush of thorns. 

He blinked, silently waiting for her to continue. 

“Ever since my ex-husband… I, you know, I haven’t… I haven’t had my needs met. I’ve been in this insane spiral and dating wasn’t for me, drinking alone is depressing and I’ve just hit a rut. I need something. I need a jumpstart, to feel alive, a reset button or, or something, I don’t know -“

Michael stared at her and she could feel herself fumbling, feel herself getting flustered. 

“I need you. I need help the way you-“

Her sentence didn’t finish. Michael’s lips pressed against hers and heat swept through her body. Flesh on flesh. It excited her. 

Slowly, he pulled his lips away and met her gaze. 

“I’ll help you. But it can only be that, just help.” He said in a soft tone. She nodded. He returned the nod now that they were at an understanding. 

“Okay, good. And to be safe…”

He closed her office door and locked it. They were now as isolated as they could possibly be within these walls. 

“ I want- I want to try something, if that’s alright.” 

“Of course, anything.” 

She bit her lip as she put her hand on his crotch, gently rubbing and teasing. His hot breath expelled on her skin. She started to kiss his neck with a loving softness, bright red dots of color left behind. 

Then, slowly, she sank to her knees, looking up at him and letting her shoulder length curls of ginger fall. A quick undoing of his button and unzipping of his pants allowed her to tug the cumbersome clothes off. 

Just his underwear remained. Images from the porno she watched flashes in her mind, the woman taking the man into her mouth with such lewd ferocity and eagerness. She wanted to do the same. 

Another tug and Michael’s half erect member now sat in front of her face. A radiating heat washed over her again as equal parts anxiousness and excitement flooded her body. 

Helen took it in her hand and closed her mouth around the tip, slowly stroking her head back and forth as it twitched in her mouth. She felt him hardening as she sucked, filling her mouth even more. 

It tasted so good. His natural scent, the smell of sex, the skin of his member pressing against her tongue. It felt like she was in a trance, picturing herself as the naughty teacher going down on their student. 

A hand pressed against her red curls and she realized her eyes were closed, opening them to look up directly into his. She moaned around his cock, the sight of him looking down at her just another turn on in the moment. 

Her hand got involved now, running up the length of the shaft that was free, her mouth still suctioned to his head. She began to drip with excitement as she went down on him, moving faster and faster as her body ached for pleasure. 

She moaned and sucked, stroked and licked. 

“H-Helen, I’m gonna…”

She kept going, her heart pounding ferociously in her ears, taking in his length deeper and deeper. 

“I’m getting close, I’m gonna -“

Faster. Faster. 

“Helen I’m cumming-!”

Michael managed to force out and she pulled away. But it was too late, her excitement and focus in the moment had sent him over the edge, hot white ropes coating her chin and open cleavage. 

“O-oh no, I’m so sorry,” she breathed. “I didn’t mean to…”

Her skin was warm with the feeling of his semen and it turned her on even more. Still, she was disappointed that she had finished him so quickly. 

His dick hung in her face limply, softening when it had just minutes ago been doing the opposite for her. 

“Stand up,” he said softly. “And lay back on your desk. We’re not done yet.” 

Helen did as she was told, lying down on her back and lifting her legs up for him. He took them over his shoulder and slid her underwear down off her body, lifting one leg and then the other to fully tear them from her form. 

An electric shock made her gasp as his tongue found her clit, a far more intense feeling than when she had simply touched herself. It had been so long. She needed this. 

Helen’s hand reached out and grabbed the back of his hair, pushing him in more, his tongue exploring her slick folds and engorged clit. It sent tingles of varying levels of pleasure that emanated from her groin out to her legs and down to her toes. They curled as she tensed at his touch, moans showering down on him, each one its own individual compliment. 

“Keep… going.” Her labored breathing could not stop the words from spilling from her lips and only cause him to intensify his efforts. 

Suddenly she felt something at her entrance. A finger. It pushed into her tight, wet walls and sent a shiver up her back. It also made her cum instantly. 

A series of tense twitching and contracting made its way through her lower half as stars dotted her vision. It had been far too long since she experienced penetration of any kind - and it showed. 

“Oh fuck…” she groaned as her body surrendered to him. Another finger. 

The tightness she felt inside her pussy increased as both of his fingers now curled back toward him, brushing against her G spot. A shudder. 

His tongue hungrily serviced her clit while his fingers constantly pressed against her most sensitive area, bringing her closer and closer to the brink a second time. 

Helen couldn’t believe how Michael was devouring her, that this type of sexual encounter existed outside the world of internet pornogrpahy. She loved it. 

The barrage of intensity from his fingers and tongue eventually caught up with her, shortening her breaths and pushing one simple phrase from her lips:

“I-I’m cumming~”

An explosion of pleasure and fluids erupted from her, a fuzziness taking over her vision while her body went completely taught then utterly slack, legs helplessly hanging over his shoulders. 

Helen knew in that moment that she had been truly satisfied for the first time in many, many years. All without taking him inside her. She lay there, panting, hardly registering that he had unlocked the door and opened it. 

Within seconds he had appeared at her side again holding a plain white tee. 

“Here, it’s an undershirt I always have packed. Better than paper towels for, uh, you know.”

He offered a smile as he handed her the shirt. She gratefully accepted and wiped his still warm fluids from her face and chest. 

“I, uh - thank you. Thank you. I needed that.”

Helen said, allowing the shyness to melt away from her, trying to gain the confidence in herself she had once had. 

“Sorry I finished you so early, guess I was caught up in the moment,” she laughed. 

“Honestly, it was so good I couldn’t help it. You really took me by surprise.” The two of them both blushed slightly but without the awkward tension there was before. 

“I guess… I guess that’s that, then.” She offered quietly. “Please don’t make a fool of yourself, Helen. It’s just casual sex. It’s normal. Completely normal.”

“Well if you ever need this again, I’m uh… I’m more than happy to help, I just don’t want to jeopardize our professional relationship, you know?”

She hesitated. Of course she’d thought of that but hadn’t cared enough to think that far ahead in the moment.

“One time thing,” she promised. “Really, thank you. I think I just needed to break out of my shell… and honestly we’ve shared so much…” she didn’t have to say more for him to understand. 

“Well, listen, if you ever need something like this and are willing to get a bit more experimental, I know a couple of girls who give great massages. Just tell ‘em I sent you.” 

He handed her a scrap of paper with the name “Blaire” next to a phone number. Interesting. Perhaps she’d be getting a massage in the near future. 

“Oh - I requested you work in the office tomorrow. Don’t go to the worksite early. In fact, come in late if you need. One time benefit.” She smiled warmly. 

He smiled back, nodded and packed his things. 

“See you tomorrow, Helen.”

She was alone again. This time, a little more satisfied and a little more hopeful. 

_

I’ve got the craziest story to tell you when I get back. Wait up for me. 

*       *

You got it. :)

Elba estimated Michael had about 15 minutes left before he was home based on the time stamp of his message. Her heart skipped a beat when he texted her privately and not in the roommate group chat. It always meant just a little more when he did that. 

She was right and he walked in through the door a little under a quarter of an hour later. It was about 8pm, late enough to be dark but not overly late. She’d hope to get some hot gossip from him, maybe a new plot twist in Helen’s divorce proceedings or better yet, she’d found a new man. 

Michael gestured for her to follow to his room and he flopped on his bed, patting the seat next to him. She gladly took it. 

“Wait, what’s that smell? Stop. Don’t tell me…”  her mouth gaped as the familiar scent of sex lightly wafted from him. His face, in particular, smelt of recent copulation. 

“Oh yeah. She wanted me and I dunno, I obliged. She was adamant that it was purely to get her frustrations out but get this - she made me finish before I ever got inside her.” 

Elba took in his words and breathed heavily, her head laying on his shoulder. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah so she wanted to try and seduce me I think because she wore this insane low cut top I’ve never seen before and this super short skirt-“

Her hand interrupted him, moving up and down his crotch, her attempt at coaxing his member back to life. 

“Oh, uh, I'm actually not sure if I can physically get it up agai-“

“Shhhhh.” She whispered and interrupted him again. “Just keep telling me about it.”

He did just that, describing Helen’s eagerness to go down on him and how that eagerness led to him finishing early. 

Elba stroked him outside his pants, made her way inside of them, finally pulling out his member and putting her mouth on it. It tasted like sex. Like when she shared it while Rylah. 

“Mhmmm.” She murmured in acknowledgement as he continued to go into detail about the sexual encounter, Elba going all out, sloppily taking his cock into the back of her throat again and again. 

She managed to not only get him hard very easily but to cum again for the second time in about an hour’s worth of time. She welcomed the hot load down her throat, the saltiness a mere byproduct of her deeds. 

Elba pulled her head up, swallowed, then winked and lay against his shoulder again. He sat wordless for the first time since he arrived home. 

The two talked and giggled as the night wore on, falling asleep as the darkness deepened. 

Two souls that found solace in one another. 

Two like minds that drifted off to the same dreamscape that night. 

END PART 2

This is a sequel series to “My Girlfriend Left me Alone with her Roommates.” Parts 1-4 are recommended before reading this.

Part 1 - Sauna 

An alarm chirped through the morning air, slicing into Michael’s consciousness as his brain desperately tried to disperse the fog around it. Soreness stiffened his body as it begged him not to leave his warm bed. 

He groaned. 5am on a Saturday was a hell he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy. Slowly, he scooted himself to an upright position and grabbed his phone off the nightstand, silencing the still yammering alarm. 

Everything inside of him prayed that the job would be cancelled, that there would be a message from his supervisor advising the crew to stay inside on what was predicted to be a disgustingly hot day. Those texts never came even when he wished with all his soul. 

But this time was different. Michael’s heart skipped a beat as the green iMessage icon next to “Randy Supervisor” dotted his screen. Received 11 minutes ago. 

“Short day today. Kid’s got a baseball game at 1pm. Let’s knock it out quick.”

Not quite what he was hoping for - he had wanted to curl up back into his bed and disappear from the world for the next 8-12 hours. Then he’d meet the girls out somewhere for drinks to cap off a perfect Saturday of doing absolutely nothing. 

A pipe dream, perhaps, but one he played in his head every weekend he had to work. 

Ever since he had taken a new position as a roofer, Michael had been working nonstop. Originally, he had handled contracts and communication with vendors. It wasn’t glamorous but it paid well and he was learning a lot under the guidance of the lead contract specialist, Helen. 

Helen was an incredible teacher and he adored working with her; a recent victim of a failed marriage stemming from her husband’s infidelity, the two bonded over their relationship issues and love of the local Chinese place. 

Life had a different plan, though, and Michael took a more laborious position to help keep the roofing crew from collapsing. He was now making overtime on the weekends and in the evenings helping Helen with contracts on top of his regular work but it left him exhausted. 

Mentally, physically, even spiritually. Exhausted. 

As he contemplated how different his work life had been over the last couple months, his mind wandered to his personal life. 

Things had been an insane rollercoaster ever since he moved in with the girls. He had been kept busy enough that nights at home with everyone present were few and far between but they managed to find a night to celebrate one month of him being there. 

Another wild night of carnal desire that had left him feeling buzzed and high on life. The orgy had ended with him and Elba cuddled on the couch again, Rylah and the others giggling as they gave the two some privacy. 

His thoughts of that night fizzled as he forced himself to get dressed and head to the kitchen. Water, a coffee filter and coffee grounds made their way into the coffee maker. Michael barely felt like he was the one doing it, more like an invisible force guiding his hand as he moved on autopilot. 

“Another Saturday job?” Blaire’s half concerned, half teasing voice filled the quiet room and he turned to face the blonde as she descended toward him. 

He nodded as she stepped off the last stair, completely forgetting she woke up this early on purpose. She was a runner. He hated running. 

“Yeah. Short one today, though, thankfully.” 

She perked up at this, a wide grin splitting her tanned face. “Oh! Maybe you can join us at two in the sauna. Emelia just got her massage therapist certification and we reserved a room for the afternoon. Would probably help… whatever this is.” She gestured at his broken posture. 

He chuckled. She was the only one who wasn’t afraid to give or take shit. Certainly a byproduct of her being raised with two older brothers. 

Michael tilted his head and contemplated her offer for a moment. Upon hearing his day would be cut short, he desired nothing more than to crawl back into bed and slip into a deep sleep. But Blaire was right, a sauna and massage might be exactly what his body needed. 

“Okay. Sure, yeah okay. I’m in!” He tried to sound enthusiastic. It’s not that he wasn’t excited, his body just seemed to deny any sort of happiness at this time of day. 

Blaire, conversely, perked up even further. “Awesome! Emelia will be so excited, see you later!” She winked and made her way out the front door, her toned backside forcing her jogging shorts to their limit. 

Yeah, he’d definitely be going. Time to get this shitty morning over with. 

_

Sweat beaded up on Michael’s brow, skin glistening with a sleek shine. 

The Florida sun and the humidity that came with it, even this early in the morning, were unforgiving. The only saving grace was the side of the roof Michael was working on faced west, putting him just outside the direct beam of the gaseous overlord in the sky. 

He climbed the ladder to the slanted roof, a large bag of shingles slung over his shoulder. Sliding the bag off onto the surface of the roof, he got to work replacing the old set of shingles that had been ripped apart by a recent storm. 

Pop pop pop.

The sound of his nail gun as new shingles replaced their broken counterparts. 

Pop pop pop.

His mind started to wander to the night he had celebrated a month of staying in his new apartment.

Pop pop pop.

Warm bodies surrounding his. Emelia and Blaire sharing a passionate kiss, then bringing him into the fold. 

Pop pop pop.

Rylah’s mocha curves pressed against him, eyes full of lust. 

Pop pop pop.

Elba’s electrifying use of her body and the synergy they shared. 

Pop. Pop. Pop. 

The intense climax that brought the night to an end as his body shuddered against hers. 

Pop. 

Pop. 

Pop. 

He tried to push the thoughts of that night away so that he could focus. The work before him was mind numbing but it would quickly reach par with complex mathematic equations if his blood went somewhere it shouldn’t. 

Sarah. He hadn’t hardly thought about her in the last month and hadn’t talked to or heard from her in the nearly two months since that first night, the one that started everything. 

She was already becoming more of a distant memory each passing day, a dreamlike sense of his past instead of a tangible anchor of his life like she had been for years. 

Michael wondered how she was doing and if she had any luck with a new apartment with graduation season just around the corner. She still had a year left but these last few months of the semester were brutal for new housing. 

He thought about the favor she asked him when they aired everything out. If she hadn’t reached out about it yet maybe she was doing alright. 

His thoughts turned to his new roommates, about Emelia specifically. He was grateful that he’d be getting some time to spend with her today because she was the only one he wasn’t entirely sure where he stood with. 

She had always seemingly followed Blaire’s lead, had interacted with him occasionally - both during and outside the sexual encounters - but it was always the least out of everyone in the group. 

Not sure what to think of how she viewed him, Michael continued his work, practicing lines in his head to perhaps break the last bit of ice that existed between the two. 

Before long, the sun was beaming overhead and he was dripping in sweat, eagerly finishing and bidding farewell to the rest of the crew. A relaxing afternoon awaited him and that was one thing he refused to be late for. 

_

Sweat beaded up on Michael’s brow, skin glistening with a sleek shine. 

Trading being hot outside for being hot inside did carry a level of irony he was painfully aware of but happy to revel in. Inside his muscles weren’t aching. He could feel them loosen the longer he sat in the hot haze of the sauna. 

Inside also had two stunningly gorgeous women - a tall, tan goddess with the toned body of an athlete and a short, pale skinned figure with curves for days. Both beautiful, both scantily clad in small swim suits. 

Emelia’s bikini in particular looked like it was struggling to stay together, large breasts pressing the strings to their absolute limits. Her cream colored skin spilled over the tight fabric, trying to escape the tight confines. 

Michael tried to avert his gaze from them, not wanting Emelia to think he was just objectifying her. He also wanted to avoid incurring the wrath of Blaire who, while sexually promiscuous, was incredibly protective of her girlfriend. 

He knew he was on Blaire’s good side - it had been that way since the beginning - but he didn’t want to jeopardize that standing. Or to violate Emelia’s trust. Was he overthinking it?

“Man it’s hot in here!” Emelia exclaimed while waving her hands in her face, beads of sweat hanging mercifully like morning dew from her milky skin. 

“Yeah, beats the sun though.” Michael agreed with a slight chuckle. 

“Oh yeah, I bet. How’re those muscles by the way? Need me to massage them out yet?” She smiled with a genuine look of kindness sparkling in her eyes. 

“Don’t lose out on that offer,” Blaire chimed in. “She’s good. Like way too good.”

“Oh my gosh Blaire stop!” Emelia blushed as the compliments showered on her. “But yes, I do have experience if you’d like.”

She turned back to Michael, directing the second part to him. He met her gaze, looking into her eyes. Without the black lipstick and heavy eyeliner she looked significantly different. Softer, more approachable but perhaps those were just in his imagination. 

He felt like he was really seeing her for the first time and it made his heart skip a beat. This was it. This was the bonding moment he needed to truly understand her. 

She had reached out and gently placed her hand on his bare thigh, a gesture that needed no extra context. 

“Of course, I’m ready when you are.”

The steam seemed to increase around them, swirling in the air as a slight tension built between the two. He hadn’t anticipated this being so… charged. No matter what happened he was here for the ride. 

“Alright, let’s get a move on then.” Blaire lazily leaned forward and the two of them followed her out of the door. 

The exit from the sauna led directly into a massage parlor, dimly lit and full of essential oils clinging to the air. Eucalyptus. Maybe a hint of lavender, too? 

Michael breathed heavily as the atmosphere of the room washed over him. His body was incredibly lax from the sauna and slipped into a further state of tranquility as Emelia’s hands slipped over his shoulders. 

“I’ve got just the massage package for you. Here.” Her voice was essentially a whisper as she guided him to one of the tables, motioning him to the padded rectangle. 

There was a headrest at one end with an opening, designed to let clients put their face on for long periods of time while being able to breathe. 

“Lay on your stomach this way.” Emelia’s voice gently guided him. 

She wanted his face on the opposite end of the headrest where his feet should go. He was puzzled but did as she said. She was the expert, after all. 

“Oh and if you want the full experience, take these off too.” She cooed and gently tugged at his swimming trunks. He looked down, then back up at her. 

“It’s nothing we haven’t seen before, get on with it.” A snarky tease from Blaire who, as Michael turned to see, was also shedding her swim gear. Her tanned naked form stood in front of him for the third time in the last two months, medium perky breasts proudly presented, completely shaved from the neck down. 

He obeyed, swim trunks softly hitting the ground, nude form on display as much as Blaire’s. A slight flush hit his cheeks and he realized that this was the first non-explicitly sexual time he had been naked in front of them. 

He wasn’t dull - he understood the inherent erotic nature of the setting and what was being asked - but this was the first time they weren’t immediately getting down to business and it made him slightly self conscious. 

A mostly flaccid member wasn’t exactly the most confidence inducing thing to display to two beautiful women but he did his best to ignore it and soak in the moment. 

He and Blaire both lay next to each other on parallel tables, closing their eyes as Emelia lathered her hands in oil. Then she went to work. Michael almost let out a moan as her hands gently pressed into his back, loosening any remaining tight knots his muscles were stubbornly harboring. 

She swapped her hands over to Blaire, then back to him, and back again. They glided across his skin with precision and care, working down to his battered thighs all the way back up to his tense shoulders. 

Before long he felt lighter than he had ever been in his life, breathing in the deep, comforting aromas of the room, surrendering his body and spirit to Emelia’s touch. 

Ten or so minutes passed as Michael floated outside of his own body when he heard a shuffling noise. Cracking an eye partially open, he saw that Blaire had risen from her table, oil covered body moving to the counter behind him. 

Something soft hit the floor lightly, hardly making a sound. It was Emelia’s bikini top which was quickly followed by her bottoms. A wave of red washed over Michael. 

He didn’t have time to dwell on the implications because Emelia had shuffled past him and gently grabbed his ankles. 

“Move down a bit. That’s right, just like that.” Her quiet, gentle voice guided him as he shuffled awkwardly down the table. Then a cool bit of air informed him why she wanted him where he was. 

His legs stretched far past the boundaries of the table so that his member now hung freely through the head rest, the hole meant for his face now fully exposing him. 

A ziiiip filled the air as Blaire undid the zipper to the duffle bag she had brought with her, Emelia still massaging his skin. Her hands grew bolder and began to explore his erogenous zones, targeting sensitive areas with her slick hands. 

Then, with a gentle but firm press, he felt two rounded, soft mounds of flesh press into his back. Emelia’s breasts glided over his skin with a soft pressure that felt incredible. Her nipples hardened as they pushed into his skin, soft moans escaping her lips. 

A twitch below as Michael felt himself slowly being physically invested in the moment. His breathing increased again as a pair of lips gently pressed against his now swollen head. 

A hand gently gripped the base as the lips continued to make out with his tip, slowly pushing past the most sensitive part to take on more of his shaft. 

Fuck. Blaire had surprised him. He hadn’t heard her sneak under the table but his positioning made much more sense now. Those sneaky minxes planned this. He let a soft grin form on his face - Emelia had to be the one who planned this, too. What a pleasant surprise. 

Emelia continued to rub her oily tits on him, the two of them joining in a series of soft moans as she peppered in kisses on his neck and back. Blaire softly and slowly stroked and sucked his shaft, her tongue joining the fray to tease the underside of his head. 

Michael lay there and let the two have their way with him, savoring the skin to skin contact from Emelia and the direct sensual pleasure from Blaire. He soaked it in until finally Emelia issued another soft command. 

“Blaire, scoot over. I’m ready.”

“Yes ma’am.” Blaire’s voice oozed with lust, leaving saliva coating the length of his dick. 

She slinked out from under the table and stood behind him, placing a hand on each of his thighs. Michael stole a look over his shoulder and saw her behind him with her purple strap on waving in the air. 

“Uhhhh…”

She rolled her eyes as if offended by the suggestion of my hesitance. 

“Don’t worry mister, it's not for you.”

“Look, I wouldn’t be offended if that’s what you wanted, I was just making sure.” He quipped back at her. 

“Mmm I don’t think you could take me. I’m a generous lover.” She said back. 

“Well both of you are gonna take me so focus up.” Emelia said in a gentle but commanding tone. This side of her was exciting. 

She gestured for Michael to flip onto his back which he did, member springing up in the air and lazily floating back down to lay parallel above his stomach. Her hand wrapped around it, pulling it skyward again and stroking his oily shaft. 

Her hand glided over his hard member, wrapping and twisting with more precision than she had during their first encounter. Wait. Had she been practicing? 

She left go of his twitching member, teasing the head before climbing on top of him. Her thick thigh straddled his waist, her large breasts now hanging in front of him. Pink, puffy nipples capped white mountainous mounds of flesh as she breathed out. 

Warmth and wetness pressed against him, her folds grinding on his shaft. The two of them let out hot, labored breaths in sync, their eyes locked. She lifted her hips into the air and used her hand to push the head of his cock against her tight opening. 

“This is my first real one.” She said a bit nervously but quickly regained her composure as Michael’s eyebrow raised quizzically. 

“Listen it’s not a big deal but I want to do it the way I want to do it. I’m safe, okay? Just go until you finish inside me.” Her words were confident and full of need. He could feel her desire radiate from her words, her body. Their flesh connected. 

Michael felt the warmth and tightness of her walls wrap around him and let out an involuntary grunt of pleasure. Emelia gasped out loud, slumping forward onto him. Their oily skin collided as her virginity was given up - outside of the strap on Blaire was currently boasting, of course. 

He was her first real experience and he reveled in it; not as some form of conquest but the ultimate form of trust. Michael knew where he stood with her now. It was more than he could have ever expected. 

She grinded her hips slowly, somewhat hesitantly, gaining some traction and speed as she got used to it. Her body shivered against his and he placed his hands on her hips to gently guide her. 

Michael realized how much just two months of sun had done to him - his skin was much closer to Blaire’s now, contrasting greatly against the whiteness of Emelia’s curves. 

“How’s that?” Her soft tone was received like a warm embrace. 

“Good. Really fuckin good. You sure it’s your first time?” 

She giggled, moving her hips automatically now. “Well I’ve had practice before. Speaking of, I think I’m ready darling.”

The second half was over her shoulder to Blaire. Michael could just catch a glimpse of the purple phallic appendage shimmering in the light as Blaire finished applying a clear, viscous substance to it. 

Lube. He had assumed that duffel bag was full of massage… stuff, oils, towels, that sort of thing. Lube and a strap on were not at the top of his list. But like he noted earlier - they had planned this all along. 

A new sensation of tightness greeted his erect shaft as he felt a pressure from the wall above Emelia’s pussy. Something equally stiff pressed against him, something he never experienced before. Her back door had just been unlocked and entered. 

A moan escaped from Emelia’s lips that was far more primal and deep than anything Michael had heard from her before. Her gentle and soft nature quickly fell to the wayside as her eyes bore into his. 

“Fill me up. Please. Fuck me.” She begged between breaths. 

Michael knew words weren’t needed in this moment. He gripped her hips and thrust upward into her, clearly connecting with her sensitive spot as she let out a slew of curse words to punctuate the moment. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck right there.” 

He kept rolling his hips up into her body, a wet smacking noise sounds as her thighs received him over and over again. Blaire had found a rhythm as well, pumping into Emelia in an alternating pattern as he did. Her hips crashing into her girlfriend’s backside creating a one-two pop as Michael and Blaire both drilled into Emelia. 

Pop, pop.

The sound of wet, oiled skin colliding in a frenzy of passion. 

Pop, pop.

Michael felt the pressure from Blaire’s faux member against his real one, an unrelenting second force that ignited his senses. 

Pop, pop.

Emelia had fully let go of herself, moans and cries of pleasure filling the room without abandon. She begged Michael to thrust deep inside her. She pleaded for Blaire to keep fucking her ass. 

Pop, pop.

Blaire talked dirty to her, asking if she liked having both her holes filled up, asking if she wanted Michael to cum inside her. She moaned yes to both. 

Pop, pop.

Michael did his best to hold out but the weight of Emelia’s tits pressing against him, the pressure from the double penetration and how relaxed his body felt - he couldn’t do it any longer. 

“Fuck, I’m getting close…” 

Emelia’s eyes widened and she looked directly down at him, whispering, “Do it. Cum inside me, cum inside me…” she said over and over, stroking his face. 

It happened before he could think about reacting. His balls tightened as he released. He was plunged so deep into her that every pulsating twitch stretched against her tight walls, sending ripples of renewed pleasure down his length. 

Thick, hot liquid poured out and filled her insides, coating his shaft as it trickled out of her. Emelia moaned in ecstasy as she was filled up, body tensing and relaxing on top of Michael. 

She let out a huge relieved gasp and let her weight go slack on top of him. 

“That… was great… perfect. Just perfect.” The words were whispered into his ear and made him slightly blush as he tried to take the compliment head on. 

“Thanks for being my first.” She said cheerily. Michael felt a deep satisfaction. He was glad he went to work today. He was even more glad he chose the sauna. 

_

Sarah sat at the edge of the bed in almost complete darkness. A lamp on the corner of the desk held a faint, small yellow glow that cast ominous shadows across the floor. A snore sounded behind her and she rolled her eyes, hiking up her jeans around her waist. 

She finished redressing herself and stood there for a moment, phone open, light illuminating her unsatisfied face in the darkness. A single contact stared back at her with an intense gravitational pull attached to it, a name she had looked at just once over the past two months. 

Lie. A half truth, that is. She had thought about texting Michael almost a dozen times. Most of them were the regular pains of a messy breakup, instinctually wanting to text someone she had spent years of her life communicating with. 

No emojis, no personalization, nothing to show that he had once been the most important contact in her phone. Just Michael. It stared back at her in the darkness. 

These nights, the ones that plagued her with loneliness and poor choices; she was drawn to that name, drawn to the possibility of something better. 

Was it healthy? No, in no world was what she was doing in the slightest bit healthy. None of this was. Having sex with strangers, pretending they were Michael, envisioning her face in Elba’s ass just to get off. 

She felt disgusted, unable to reconcile her actions. But she didn’t care. If she was going to keep doing this she wanted to experience the real thing. 

Clicking on his name, an iMessage prompt appeared, a blank text conversation at her fingertips. 

Hey. 

She stared for a moment before erasing the three letters. Hey? Is that how she wanted to start this? Minutes passed as she stared down at her screen blankly. 

Sarah sighed. 

_

A text popped up on Michael’s phone as he folded his laundry, basking in the sunlight of the lazy Sunday afternoon. 

He was prepping his clothes for tomorrow morning, setting aside the shirt, pants and everything else he needed to brave the sunny rooftops when his phone dinged. 

It was across the room on his nightstand and he noted to grab it once he finished, opting not to get sucked into scrolling social media before finishing the task at hand. 

His thoughts wandered to the day before as he folded. The sauna, the massage parlor, he and Emelia unsticking their oily bodies from one another. The girls giggling while offering him a monthly subscription to their massage services - all inclusive, of course. 

Michael felt a smile grow on his fade as he recapped the day’s events. A perfect reprieve from his string of rough weeks and a better segue into the quiet, lazy Sunday. These thoughts dissipated as he finally made his way to his phone. 

It wasn’t a text. It was an email. From Helen. The subject line and body simply read:

Overtime

I need you. Office @ 5:30? 

Ah, fuck. There went his Sunday evening. 

END PART 1

This is Part 3 of 4 of a series. I highly recommended reading Parts 1 & 2 first. Enjoy.

PART 3 - Sarah

Sarah stood in the doorway, the only one of her roommates clothed and sober, staring at five naked forms.

“Are you fucking my boyfriend?”

It was more of a gut reaction than it was a question, an instinctual response to the scene in front of her.

The group stayed quiet for a moment, unsure what to do until Elba slid off her spot on the couch, walking over to the front door with cat like dexterity.

Her perky tits bounced as she walked and Sarah held eye contact with her the entire time. No - it was more that she happened to be looking and Elba was the one who held their gaze locked.

“We know what you did, Sarah,” She said softly.

A burning sensation of embarrassment and guilt flooded her stomach.

_

Sarah had met Josh at a party many months ago, not too long after she’d moved in with Elba and the others.

Elba and her were becoming close friends rapidly but weren’t on the level they would be nine months later. This gap in friendship made it so that Sarah had no idea who “Josh” was; for all she was concerned, he was a faceless entity that Elba had been dating.

Her social media didn’t show a single hint that they were involved - they were going through a lover’s spat at the time and that spat led to Sarah meeting him.

She drunkenly kissed him, exchanging information from the back of their throats with one another in a bedroom away from everyone else.

They connected over a shared pain, a relationship that seemed to be going nowhere. Though Josh’s was clearly from him being a dick, an emotional rot sat at the middle of Sarah’s. Something had been off between her and Michael for some time now.

She had never had to process a relationship like this, one that had the potential to end in marriage and yet was crumbling from the inside, both of them too emotionally stunted to have a real conversation about it.

Of course, she had no idea Michael felt the same way so she leaned into pleasing him. Maybe if he was happy she would be.

That’s where their sex life came in - it was always good, great even, but there was something about her new place and going to college coupled with his new job that made them truly feel like adults, an enhancement to their shared physical attraction.

The journey from starting as high school kids in a local town to moving to a college city ramps up your view about the world at large; it puts you in a brand new situation in which you have to fend for yourself and make your own decisions away from strict guidance.

You finally could get your own place and do whatever you wanted. Eat whatever. Sleep whenever. Fuck whoever.

The excitement of sneaking around still existed - they didn’t live at home with their parents anymore but her roommates now acted as the obstacles they needed to avoid.

And this mixture of freedom and excitement allowed the two to experiment.

Consciously or not, Sarah’s desire to please Michael kicked off a new “genre” of their sex life. They had always fulfilled the gender norms in the bedroom with him taking the lead and her being the bottom.

But something changed. She became completely and utterly subservient to him in the bedroom, beginning with her desire to simply make him happy rapidly evolving into a deep erotic need.

It was a kink waiting to surface that she finally discovered, a desire so innate and primal it almost scared her. But she fell in love with it.

The issue was not the kink itself, Michael was incredibly in to it; the problem came when she realized she loved it more than the who she was performing it with.

Michael became a means to an end, a way for her to break herself off sexually over and over again. He was incredible at fulfilling the role she needed and there was just enough trust there for him to push her to her limits without the boundaries of awkwardness or uncertainty impeding them.

He didn’t have to be told how to go about dominating her - he slipped into that position naturally, with ease.

She thought that it was a natural thing for men to do, for that inherent dominance and that very desire to dominate fully rearing its head when presented with a willing subject.

As she found with Josh, that was only partially true. Sarah had to coax him into certain acts, to push him to truly take control.

He was into it, no doubt about that, fueled by her fleshly passion - but his idea of taking control was far tamer than what she desired.

Michael pinned her down and was rough with her. Michael fucked her throat relentlessly. Michael knew how and when to call her names that were unbecoming of a woman in normal society.

Josh did none of these things.

The initial excitement and downright naughty nature of sneaking around was enough to satisfy her. She thought that she had found a gold mine; an escape from a failing relationship and a purely physical way to meet her carnal needs.

A bandaid to a permanent problem. She just needed to get Josh on her level.

At first it wasn’t a big deal, she just had to work on breaking down of the walls of awkwardness that didn’t exist between her and Michael. Knowing how far to go and when to act autonomously without her always playing the guide.

For example, when she said she loved the sensation of her tits being smacked, Michael complied and knew how hard or soft to be. Then it became routine, him only backing off if she uttered her safe word.

But the task of reaching that level with Josh became laborious and she soon realized that only two types of people in this world could understand her: a true, long time partner or someone who was deeply experienced in the matter. Josh was neither.

She left Josh’s place that night filled with regret, guilt and disappointment - not to mention still horny. She had just done the most despicable thing possible and had absolutely nothing to show for it.

Now she had to face the fact that she had done all of this on a whim, reconnecting with Josh over social media, confessing her kinks to him and being fooled when he said he could satisfy her.

He even lied about him breaking up with Elba; they had just been in a bad fight so she believed it. Unlike the first throwaway hookup at that party, Sarah knew all too much about their relationship.

Josh had not only ruined what was left of his relationship with Elba to get with her but she had just done the same to Michael and unknowingly, to Elba.

And he had left her unsatisfied after three meetings between the pair.

As Sarah drove home, she knew she was a villain. She knew she had just done something that would push away two of the people closest to her.

Maybe she would be able to get Michael to dominate her one last time before she ended things with him. She’d tell him the truth and set him free. It was the least she could do.

Thinking of the best way to wake him up as she strode to the door, the last thing Sarah expected to see was Michael’s dick resting between Rylah’s ass and Elba’s mouth.

The living room smelled of sex and liquor. Dumbfounded, she said the only thing that came to mind:

“Are you fucking my boyfriend?”

_

“We know what you did, Sarah.”

Elba felt the words leave her lips, confidence and power oozing through her.

She had never felt as alive as she did tonight. There was an energy in the air that had parlayed from the drinking to the sex to this very moment, right here and now.

Elba felt in control of not just herself but the room. She had started the sexually charged activities of the night and she now stood before Sarah, someone who had wronged not just her but Michael. She had the upper hand.

“We saw pictures of the two of you. You and Josh.”

A slight shift in the room’s temperature; Michael didn’t know who the blonde in the pictures was until now. She felt like he’d understand the full picture now.

Elba slipped behind Sarah, closing the still open door and ushering her into the living room. She laid her chin on Sarah’s shoulder, wrapping her in a warm embrace from behind.

In an obvious state of shock and confusion, Sarah said,

“Can someone just tell me what’s happening?”

A wild gesture toward the other four standing in front of her.

Mouth right near Sarah’s ear, Elba took point on filling her in, eventually catching her up to the current events.

“… and that’s when we decided to have some fun for ourselves. We couldn’t just let poor Michael wallow in sadness while you were out there cheating on him.”

Sarah’s eyes met with Michael’s and Elba pointed over her shoulder at his body, his member clearly softening from the lack of stimulation.

“But if you’re down, there might be one way you can make it up to him.”

The now fractured couple stood there for a moment, eyes locked.

_

Sarah was so horny. She was dying from her lackluster experience with Josh and this swell of negative emotions were eating at her insides.

She needed some kind of release, a distraction to her current predicament and a solution to her poor decisions.

Michael’s naked form filled her with a sense of desire she thought she was going to be able to fulfill earlier that night. It was now back stronger, with vengeance.

She looked around the room, various eyes meeting hers, her roommates hanging onto the suspense as they waited for what she would do next, Elba’s warm breath gently caressing her neck.

Humiliation wasn’t the driving force behind her kink. It wasn’t ever something she consciously sought out but here - here in this room, in front of an audience with the ability to be degraded by someone who knew her body - here she felt a strong urge to give into the situation and become nothing more than an object to be used.

Sarah turned her eyes to Michael’s once more.

“If you’ll have me…”

She closed the gap, kneeling between on the ground in front of him.

“…please. Please take control of me one more time.”

Sarah looked up, Michael’s partially erect member in her view.

Then he started the way he started most of their sessions:

“Beg for it.”

She did. She begged for his dick in her mouth, she begged to taste it, she begged to be punished for her misdeeds.

And as everyone looked on at her groveling at Michael’s feet, her panties became soaked with anticipation.

END PART 3

Part 1 - Truth

Sarah had introduced Michael to her roommates maybe a dozen times over yet he still didn’t know their names. Faces, faces he knew.

He knew which ones were bratty and bitchy, which ones were kind and sweet and which were a solid mixture of both - as long as he was looking at their faces.

And if their defining physical features weren’t enough, each of the four girls had distinct fashion styles that fit their personalities, making it even easier to tell them apart.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like them or thought less of them - though they did get on his nerves occasionally - in fact, he was glad that they weren’t the typical basic college girl stereotype he had feared them to be when Sarah first decided to move in with them.

Names just didn’t seem to matter when he was hardly here to converse with them much less make friends.

Frankly, Michael was only ever at Sarah’s place to have sex, sleep or leave after just having done one of those two things. They lived almost an hour apart now that she was attending college at a four year university.

Between her studies, his job and the travel distance, spending time together was starting to feel more and more like work.

It had been like that for nearly two years now, coming up on a year at current place. So when he was asked to be the designated driver for a group of girls he hardly knew, he was a little taken off guard.

Traveling all the way to her place just to not get laid and chauffeur people he hardly knew around a town he’d hardly been in was…

“… and you’ll drive Rylah over to the party tonight for me still, right?”

Sarah’s pale skin had that faint smile she always gave when asking for a favor, an “I’m sorry but this would mean a lot!” smile to encourage me to comply.

“Rylah… oh yes, the party, of course. What time?”

Michael’s attention was redirected from his absent daydreaming to the eldest of the five girls in the house before him, her presence immediately felt as she walked into the room.

Her deep mocha colored skin was contrasted by the tight white crop top she wore with flowing sleeves and a generously low cut, her cleavage demanding attention the moment you looked at her. Tight black curls flowed off her head and bounced effortlessly as she moved, wrapping her shoulders in a dark mystique. Her jeans were tight - maybe even a size too small for her curvaceous lower half.

Slutty. That’s how Rylah dressed. No… that wasn’t quite the word for it.

“10pm. Leave here at 9:30, don’t make me late!” She chirped as she turned heel and walked toward the kitchen.

Provocative. That was a more accurate description of the way her mid riff was accentuated by her crop top and high waisted jeans that clung to her backside for dear life.

Plenty of girls dressed like sluts - of course they did, it was a college town - but there was a touch more sophistication in the way Rylah presented herself. She wanted to seen - she wanted to show off but she wasn’t going to give up anything immediately. At least that was the justification running through Michael’s mind.

“I’ve always been jealous of her body I mean I’d kill to have an ass like that!” Sarah joked to him, giggling as she said it.

That conversation from nearly 6 months ago now ping ponged around in his head. He’d noticed before but had never seen her in jeans like that.

Rylah. Maybe he’d be better about remembering that.

Blaire and Emelia graced the top of the stairs next with Blaire shouting down, “Don’t forget us!”

Her joyful demeanor was backed by her sun-kissed skin and plume of blonde hair. If there was a poster girl for “California girl”, it would be Blaire. She oozed positivity and a freedom being herself few college aged people, much less anyone, outwardly expressed.

A tank top two sizes too large hung over her slender but muscular frame, showing off her toned shoulders and arms, a pair of tight denim shorts giving way to powerful runners legs.

Emelia was a bit more reserved, looking joyful but not verbally displaying it, allowing Blaire to take point in the social interaction.

Her black lipstick and eyeliner clung heavily to her face, contrasting with her pale, almost cream colored skin.

Emelia’s bangs fell across her forehead lazily, effortlessly. A black denim jacket sat over an even blacker t shirt with a band’s name scrawled across the front in hardly legible writing. The double layers did little to disguise her bust which pushed the letters out in dramatic fashion, not needing the cut of Rylah’s shirt to demand attention.

A black skirt flitted around her thighs as she walked down the stairs, the pair of women contrasting each other tremendously.

Blaire’s taller frame wrapped around Rylah in the kitchen as she squealed out, “I’m so excited girl! When was the last time you were going out to meet a guy?”

The girls giggled and turned toward each other, immediately diving into hushed gossip about their plans for the night. Emelia slipped into a much more comfortable state as they began talking and to Michael’s surprise, almost seemingly led the conversation once she was involved. Much less reserved once she felt comfortable around her people. He understood that.

Sarah gave him a light squeeze on the arm and said, “Still good to shuttle these drunkards there?”

Michael nodded, “Seems easy enough, you’re bringing them back?”

“Yeah I might be out late studying. Bio final is this week and I can’t afford to fuck it up.”

“Ugh you’re staying out that late? Who am I supposed to fuck while I’m all alone?”

“I’m sure someone will volunteer,”

They both shared a small chuckle and then Michael remembered…

“Oh yeah, it’ll be a squeeze but my car still fits five. Is she coming too? Is, uh…”

A playful eye roll then Sarah opened her mouth to remind me her name for the hundredth time:

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Elba sat in her room and heard the faint sound of laughter burst out from the kitchen below, the unmistakable sound of her roommates after a snarky comment.

This week had been a nightmare for her; an overbearing class load, deteriorating friendships and her stupid fucking manwhore of a boyfriend cheating on her.

She blinked as the thought reentered her head, trying to suppress the anger immediately bubbling back up in her stomach. She hadn’t told anyone in the house yet to avoid being a wet towel… but now she was doing just that.

Sadness, anger, guilt and overwhelming uncertainty swirled in her gut as her life crashed down around her.

Lying on her back on her floor staring at the ceiling, she knew she needed to get up. Force herself to move. To make her body forget.

Everything inside her screamed at her to stay home, curl up with a bottle of wine and drunkenly pass out as Netflix danced her to sleep.

But she needed to hang out with her girls. She needed to find meaning beyond her room. She needed a fucking drink. She was going out with them tonight and she was getting drunk.

Time to get up.

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Michael looked up from his phone as Elba discreetly entered the kitchen, taking the last two steps with a quietness that death envied. He hadn’t heard her start her descent down the stairs - it’s as if she materialized as soon as he lifted his gaze.

The other girls had moved to the living room adjacent to the kitchen, her presence wasn’t immediately detected by the group.

He watched her olive skinned hand quickly wipe the remaining wetness away from her eyes as a deep sadness blanketed her expression. The two made eye contact for a moment and it felt like time slowed.

Her dark, brown eyes were surrounded by the signs of someone who had been crying but were just passable enough to overlook. Her jet black hair was pulled straight back into a tight ponytail and her frame was obscured by a sweatshirt and mismatched sweatpants. Not exactly a leaving the house for the evening outfit.

Michael hadn’t spoken but a few words to Elba in the time he had known her but in this moment he sympathized with her. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was but he recognized the pain on her face all too well.

That sadness that was clinging to her melted away as her and Sarah met in an embrace, a grin flashing across her face.

“Are you sure you’re okay to go out? After Josh…?” She asked, concerned.

Elba slightly recoiled at the mention of his name but her tone didn’t waver.

“I HAVE to get out of here for a bit or I’m going to become that sad girl that just sits at home and eats ice cream for two months.”

Blaire shot her a look then laughed. The girls had just consoled her through a nasty breakup several months prior, just about the time Sarah moved in here. Michael assumed ice cream was her preferred coping mechanism.

He vaguely remembered it as “the big drama” at the time and apparently Sarah was a huge help in getting Blaire back out there running again and even rebounding with one of the participants from the half marathon she did. After that she never looked back.

He had a feeling the group would do the same for Elba tonight. Maybe she’d hit rebound status early and be able to move on, find the same level of freedom and self worth Blaire had clearly found.

When Michael had originally agreed to be their designated driver for the night he was hoping Sarah would be back from her studies to bail him out but it seemed more and more like that wasn’t going to be the case. He wasn’t overly eager to babysit what he now realized were four women already trying to get buzzed, each of them palming or cracking open a seltzer.

But dinner came and passed as the girls slowly began to get alcohol in their system and Sarah was ready to say her goodbye.

Michael, half-joking but half-serious begged her to stay and take the duty of driving away from him. How important were her studies, anyway?

“Well, if I don’t pass biology this year my entire nursing track will be thrown off and I’ll blame it all on you.” She teased. “Plus the girls love you, all you gotta do is make sure they have a good night. Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Those words seemed like a meaningless familiarity, a polite parting phrase that anyone would say to anyone else. But those words would have a drastic impact on Michael’s night - though he didn’t yet understand.

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Elba sat in front of her vanity mirror, lights flashing in front of her, illuminating her newly adorned outfit.

A sequin mini dress with a deep v cut shone back into the mirror, leaving little to the imagination up front. This was an outfit she hadn’t worn while dating Josh, an outfit that had been in the back of her closet since freshman year. And it still fit. Of course it did.

“Damn girl. Damn girl!” Rylah exclaimed.

Her vocal exclamation points were first to Elba’s outfit and then to the crushed seltzer can that she effortlessly tossed into the waste basket.

“I know we’re drinking tonight but we don’t leave for another hour, you’re gonna get that tiny body a little too tipsy,”

She chuckled, laying a hand on Elba’s shoulder. Elba smiled softly and put her hand over Rylah’s.

“Fine but I’m not slowing down when we get there. You might have to scrape me off the floor to get me home.”

“That better not be the case, if I’m scraping you off anything it better be some attractive man’s dick,”

Elba’s mouth fell open but she couldn’t help but laugh, mouthing “you’re bad,” and playfully pushing Rylah.

The two headed downstairs once again to meet with the girls. With Sarah gone, Michael sat alone on one of the couches, sipping an unmarked soda and scrolling on his phone.

Emelia and Blaire ushered them over to the table as four shot glasses, filled to the brim with what Elba thought smelled like tequila, sat in a row on the table.

Her suspicions were immediately confirmed after Blaire slammed down a salt shaker and presented a fresh lime.

“Bottoms up, girlies,”

She winked as she sliced open the lime and distributed four healthy slices to each of them.

Elba’s head immediately welcomed the alcohol as it flowed into her system, adding onto the slight buzz she had been building since dinner. It was gonna be a good night. She was determined to make it one.

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Michael’s focus on his phone broke as he heard a shout of joy from the kitchen, watching a slew of shots being consumed by the group.

It had been just over two hours since dinner had concluded and Sarah had left, leaving him riding solo among her roommates. It was probably high time he actually mingled with them - or at least did something other than scroll twitter and play Pokemon. There wasn’t anything good to catch out here, anyway.

He stood up, awkwardly shuffling past the couch into the entrance of the kitchen, moving toward the group as he tossed his empty soda bottle.

“I could take you guys early, ya know. If you wanted to get a jump on the party I don’t mind.”

He offered, trying to get them to say yes. Anything to be out and back sooner. Maybe Sarah would finish her studies early and they could get busy…

It seemed his offer fell on deaf ears as no one responded, embarrassment immediately surfacing but subduing into curiosity just as quickly.

Rylah’s face had dropped from her flirtatious, playful mood, her sharp features no longer filled with the whimsy or joy they held just moments ago.

She was staring at her phone - but at what, Michael didn’t know. Apparently neither did anyone else.

The girls all sat there with puzzled looks, eyes darting from each other then back to Rylah and once more back to each other.

“Excuse me for a moment ladies, I’ve got to make a phone call.”

Rylah’s voice was firm, the normal silk that lay under her tone all but gone. She walked away with her head buried in her phone, heels clacking on the tile floor.

Emelia, who was feeling the effects of the liquor quite outwardly already, shrugged it off and said,

“Another one for the road?”

As she was already pouring a second shot of tequila for the party, including the absent Rylah. Michael, not much of a drinker himself, wondered how much they could stomach before they were plastered. Were they going to make it to the party? Did he have to worry about them throwing up in his car?

He chuckled to himself and leaned against the counter. He may not know them super well but every time he was here, they drank. Maybe they’d be alright.

Besides, as he was about to find out, a slightly drunk group of girls was far from the worst of the problems he was going to face tonight.

Rylah had just returned to the group as Michael was thinking of new ways to pitch leaving early - not that it mattered, as it was rapidly approaching 9pm. Time was unkind to him tonight. He would have been better off staying home and playing video games instead of trying to get lucky with Sarah for doing her a favor.

Breaking his internal monologue, a wave of hushed whispers caught his attention.

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Elba was, quite frankly, jealous of Michael and Sarah. Not specifically of them as people but their relationship. It seemed freeing and fun as opposed to the constant strife and strain her and Josh had.

She knew relationships were work but it felt like a full time job getting him to care about her or her life and yet despite all that, she was still devastated when he cheated on her.

That’s what hurt the most.

So when she saw what was on Rylah’s phone, it shook her to her core.

Michael was a sweet guy who treated Sarah well. From her perspective they were the goal for a relationship, best friends who were romantically involved and never fought.

That outlook shattered as she stared as image of Sarah walking with a guy she’d never seen before, craning her neck away from him as his lips pressed against it.

The man’s arm was draped around her, pulling her closer as she smiled with her eyes closed, welcoming the sign of affection on her flesh.

“Wha… when…?”

Elba stammered but couldn’t quite get the words out.

What was moments ago a warm and pleasant fuzziness in her head became an inhibiting pest as she tried to formulate her reaction into a verbal response.

“Shhh.”

Rylah shushed her in a low tone, bringing a finger to her lips and cocking her head slightly at Michael, who leaned against the counter a mere 15 feet away. He clearly hadn’t been paying attention and wasn’t eavesdropping on what they had said before but he’d be likely to overhear them now if they got too loud.

A frenzy of whispered voices rose up in a cacophony as questions rained down on Rylah.

Elba was confused, upset and perhaps too personally involved in the nature of the situation. She stole a glance at Michael who looked just as, if not more, confused than she.

“Give me a minute,”

Rylah said in a firm but reassuring tone, flipping and walking from the room again.

Elba watched as her curvaceous figure rounded the corner to her master suite under the stairs. Despite the circumstances, Elba was momentarily fixated on her body. She blinked, realizing her thoughts were hazily spiraling. Had she always looked like that?

Several minutes passed with no word from Rylah and the girls stood there nervous and uncertain.

“What about the party?”

Blaire whispered, looking Emelia and Elba, holding eye contact for a moment. The clock was bleeding, much faster than before, quickly approaching their planned departure time.

“We need this night out. There’s no way we’re missing another chance to all go out together, it’s been too long!”

She was right. The five of them hadn’t hung out together in far too long and even then, they were still down one tonight. Now that she thought about it, Sarah had almost immediately declined when they brought up the party, something she’d normally never miss.

The dots were somewhat connecting in her head and she couldn’t erase the image of her friend with another man from her mind’s eye. Especially that man. Her stomach twisted in knots.

However, the fuzziness and desire to stay in that grey area fought for control so she muttered, “Fuck it.”

“… and Rylah had that guy she gonna meet and totally just go crazy on, she said she hasn’t had a proper- hey where you going?”

Blaire was still yammering about making it to the party as Elba pushed past her to the kitchen, stopping at the stash of liquor opposite the silent man who was actively being cheated on as they stood there.

Elba quickly uncorked the tequila again, sloshing liquid into the shot glasses that were just emptied not too long ago.

“We can sit here talking or we can start the party ourselves,” she winked.

“But if we don’t go, Emelia and I won’t get to make out in front of boys to make them jealoussss,” Blaire pouted, her frame bending slightly as she did so.

“Wait, what?” Michael said. “You’re not going?”

A small glass of clear liquid appeared in front of his face.

“You’re probably gonna want this,” Elba said, looking up into his eyes and holding them there for a moment.

“But I’m supposed to drive - “

Rylah walked back into the room, all four heads turning to meet her. A pregnant pause sat in the room as she strode into the kitchen before she looked at Michael and said,

“Probably best if you drink that.”

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Michael sat in a stunned silence on the couch he had already wasted most of his evening on, this time out of need instead of boredom. The girls had done such a convincing job in ensuring him that taking the shot was in his best interest, so after a bit of confusion and reluctance, he took it.

The girls grouped up again and were feverishly discussing their plans for the evening until they seemingly reached an agreement. Upon the conclusion of their conversation, Rylah walked over, handing him the phone to accompany the shot he had just downed.

The confusion didn’t end until he looked down and saw the pictures. Nearly a dozen of them.

A man with dirty blonde hair with his arms wrapped around Sarah walking through an apartment complex. Kissing her neck. Touching her cheek. Even a blurry one of him grabbing her ass as they worked their way toward a door that appeared to be his apartment.

Truthfully, things had been off between Michael and Sarah for some time now. Their once amazing sexual chemistry had faded over time as the two grew exponentially busier with life.

There was a time when they’d fling open the door to the town house, quickly make sure no one else was home and immediately jump into exploring each other’s bodies wherever they pleased.

She sucked his dick on the couch in the living room, he fucked her standing from behind over the kitchen island, they shared orgasmic moments in nearly every room - even the coveted master suite Rylah occupied.

They were spontaneous, passionate and really, really good at making each other climax. But quite honestly the last time that had happened was months ago and perhaps the excitement of hooking up over a long distance diminished over time.

Or perhaps the physical connection was merely masking something deeper, something they didn’t want to admit to themselves. If they had sex all the time, surely their relationship was solid, right? Right?

Michael knew deep down he had realized Sarah wasn’t the one a long time ago. Before she moved away for college, before the sex dried up. It was something he was deeply afraid to admit but in this moment, looking at those images, he knew it to be true.

Any romantic feelings they had for each other were long gone or perhaps too weak to fully rekindle. They were more friends with benefits than actual partners at this point; that’s why they didn’t fight or disagree all that often. What was there to fight about when you didn’t care?

Of course, despite the degradation of their romantic life, it still hurt. The betrayal. The sight of her with someone else. Why?

The cacophony of questions swirled in his head as another small glass appeared in front of his face, the clear liquid gently sloshing back and forth.

“I think we’re just gonna party here tonight,” Elba said, extending the shot glass toward him. Her words spilled out, reflecting her current state of mind.

“O-okay,” Michael managed to say, eagerly accepting the drink.

Rylah sat on the loveseat opposite of him that was on the same wall as the front door, eying his reaction closely.

He realized he was still holding her phone and leaned forward, offering it to her.

“How… how did you get those?”

“A friend of mine who works on campus saw them together. I asked for a favor and he coordinated with another girl that lives in the same apartment as…”

She trailed off, pointing to the blonde in the photo.

“As him. Took pictures of the two as they walked across the complex. I’m so sorry,”

She offered, a genuine concern in her voice.

Michael rubbed his eyes as the second shot entered his system, leaning back and then forward again, unable to get comfortable.

“Well I guess I’m drinking with you guys tonight,”

He said and the girls let out a cheer that surprised him.

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Elba felt an unbridled wave of sympathy for Michael as he sat on that couch, his world view shattered just like hers had been a week prior.

She knew that Rylah was sparing her feelings by not identifying the blonde out loud in front of everybody, but they knew.

It was Josh.

The cheer leapt out of her mouth involuntarily when Michael said he was going to drink with them - they might not be leaving but they were still going to party their sorrows away. The girls had met and agreed that leaving was out of the question with the new information they had, especially since Michael would be by himself. So partying at home it was.

After everyone had settled down with drinks of choice in hand, Elba propped herself up with a bit of confidence. Unfound confidence artificially pumped into her by her third… yes, third drink of the night, but confidence nonetheless.

The group needed an ice breaker and Michael needed a distraction from his own sorrows.

“Josh cheated on me.”

They fell quiet, gasps from the other three girls and a look of confused surprise on Michael’s face meeting her statement.

Elba took over, the words gushing from within her, explaining that the breakup wasn’t mutual the way she claimed it was. She was also a victim of recent betrayal and it felt good to finally let it all out.

Rylah gave a nod of approval to her as the group gabbed about poor relationships and took stabs at Josh with Michael none the wiser to who was in the pictures.

Elba’s heart ached some - Sarah was a good friend to her for a long time and she was the biggest advocate for Sarah moving into the house with them. For her to be a part of this betrayal was almost too much.

But there was one solution… something that she might regret but might just make her feel better.

“Speaking of relationships…”

Blaire purred as she and Emelia curled around each other, briefly touching lips.

“There’s something we’ve been wanting to make official to you guys.”

“We know, we can hear this one getting fucked by strap on every other night. These walls aren’t soundproof you little skanks!”

Rylah interjected, teasing the two. Emelia blushed but quipped with,

“Then you know how good it is. And we don’t have to officially say anything since you’ve figured it out.”

Blaire’s lips smashed against hers in a firey passion, the two suddenly engrossed in a flurry of tongue and saliva.

“Gross,” Rylah giggled, “They always get so horny when they’re drunk and now it’s for each other. A match made in heaven.”

Elba turned to Michael as he laughed, the alcohol and relocation of attention clearly wiping away whatever nervousness had clung to him before.

“It’s not like this one’s any better,” she gestured to him. “I had to hear ‘yes daddy, harder!’ every time I got home after 10pm!”

He blushed slightly, unable to formulate a response.

“Oh don’t worry we can say whatever we want about her now…” she teased.

“Well I suppose that’s true,” he agreed, “I always joked she could wake the entire house.” He laughed, clearly masking some of the recent pain.

She twinged, knowing she hit a bit of a sore spot, but pushed on.

“I knowwww let’s play a classic! Never have I ever.”

A grin lifted the corners of Elba’s face, painting a mysterious mask over her features.

“Never have I everrrrrr…. Had sex in Rylah’s room.”

The plastic cup met her lips as she drank, indicating she had indeed done the deed. Michael followed it up by quickly taking a sip from his drink as well.

Rylah’s mouth gaped open at Elba then wider at Michael, turning with wide eyes as Blaire and Emelia broke away from their kiss to both sip.

“WOW. It’s not just those two, I’m actually surrounded by skanks.”

The group continued playing, laughing, drinking and pushing the limits of what they could ask. Elba caught herself looking at Michael more and more as the game went on, eying him and noting how free and happy he looked compared to just moments before.

The questions steered into raunchy and far more sexually explicit territory as the group drank. Sex act, drink, sex act, drink.

Rylah smugly drank at “never have I ever had anal” - the only one of the girls to do so. Michael drank too, “I’m assuming giving counts in my case?”

She looked him up and down and said, “okay Mikey I see you!” A little too enthusiastically.

The questions began to slow down as the number of sexual acts, positions or locations became fewer and fewer and the vibe that something new needed to happen for them to not lose their buzz surfaced. That’s when Elba knew she was going to do it.

“Never have I ever…”

She said, setting her drink down on the coffee table and slinking onto the couch near Michael, her face getting closer and closer to his as she leaned in, her sequin dress giving a generous view of her breasts.

“Done this.”

In one swift motion Elba swung her leg over Michael’s lap, straddling him and plunging her lips into his, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a deep kiss. He didn’t resist.

A collective gasp escaped the girls as they watched in delight, the two deepening their kiss as the room was hit with a hushed silence.

Part 1/4

PART 1 - Truth

Sarah had introduced Michael to her roommates maybe a dozen times over yet he still didn’t know their names. Faces, faces he knew.

He knew which ones were bratty and bitchy, which ones were kind and sweet and which were a solid mixture of both - as long as he was looking at their faces.

And if their defining physical features weren’t enough, each of the four girls had distinct fashion styles that fit their personalities, making it even easier to tell them apart.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like them or thought less of them - though they did get on his nerves occasionally - in fact, he was glad that they weren’t the typical basic college girl stereotype he had feared them to be when Sarah first decided to move in with them.

Names just didn’t seem to matter when he was hardly here to converse with them much less make friends.

Frankly, Michael was only ever at Sarah’s place to have sex, sleep or leave after just having done one of those two things. They lived almost an hour apart now that she was attending college at a four year university.

Between her studies, his job and the travel distance, spending time together was starting to feel more and more like work.

It had been like that for nearly two years now, coming up on a year at current place. So when he was asked to be the designated driver for a group of girls he hardly knew, he was a little taken off guard.

Traveling all the way to her place just to not get laid and chauffeur people he hardly knew around a town he’d hardly been in was…

“… and you’ll drive Rylah over to the party tonight for me still, right?”

Sarah’s pale skin had that faint smile she always gave when asking for a favor, an “I’m sorry but this would mean a lot!” smile to encourage me to comply.

“Rylah… oh yes, the party, of course. What time?”

Michael’s attention was redirected from his absent daydreaming to the eldest of the five girls in the house before him, her presence immediately felt as she walked into the room.

Her deep mocha colored skin was contrasted by the tight white crop top she wore with flowing sleeves and a generously low cut, her cleavage demanding attention the moment you looked at her. Tight black curls flowed off her head and bounced effortlessly as she moved, wrapping her shoulders in a dark mystique. Her jeans were tight - maybe even a size too small for her curvaceous lower half.

Slutty. That’s how Rylah dressed. No… that wasn’t quite the word for it.

“10pm. Leave here at 9:30, don’t make me late!” She chirped as she turned heel and walked toward the kitchen.

Provocative. That was a more accurate description of the way her mid riff was accentuated by her crop top and high waisted jeans that clung to her backside for dear life.

Plenty of girls dressed like sluts - of course they did, it was a college town - but there was a touch more sophistication in the way Rylah presented herself. She wanted to seen - she wanted to show off but she wasn’t going to give up anything immediately. At least that was the justification running through Michael’s mind.

“I’ve always been jealous of her body I mean I’d kill to have an ass like that!” Sarah joked to him, giggling as she said it.

That conversation from nearly 6 months ago now ping ponged around in his head. He’d noticed before but had never seen her in jeans like that.

Rylah. Maybe he’d be better about remembering that.

Blaire and Emelia graced the top of the stairs next with Blaire shouting down, “Don’t forget us!”

Her joyful demeanor was backed by her sun-kissed skin and plume of blonde hair. If there was a poster girl for “California girl”, it would be Blaire. She oozed positivity and a freedom being herself few college aged people, much less anyone, outwardly expressed.

A tank top two sizes too large hung over her slender but muscular frame, showing off her toned shoulders and arms, a pair of tight denim shorts giving way to powerful runners legs.

Emelia was a bit more reserved, looking joyful but not verbally displaying it, allowing Blaire to take point in the social interaction.

Her black lipstick and eyeliner clung heavily to her face, contrasting with her pale, almost cream colored skin.

Emelia’s bangs fell across her forehead lazily, effortlessly. A black denim jacket sat over an even blacker t shirt with a band’s name scrawled across the front in hardly legible writing. The double layers did little to disguise her bust which pushed the letters out in dramatic fashion, not needing the cut of Rylah’s shirt to demand attention.

A black skirt flitted around her thighs as she walked down the stairs, the pair of women contrasting each other tremendously.

Blaire’s taller frame wrapped around Rylah in the kitchen as she squealed out, “I’m so excited girl! When was the last time you were going out to meet a guy?”

The girls giggled and turned toward each other, immediately diving into hushed gossip about their plans for the night. Emelia slipped into a much more comfortable state as they began talking and to Michael’s surprise, almost seemingly led the conversation once she was involved. Much less reserved once she felt comfortable around her people. He understood that.

Sarah gave him a light squeeze on the arm and said, “Still good to shuttle these drunkards there?”

Michael nodded, “Seems easy enough, you’re bringing them back?”

“Yeah I might be out late studying. Bio final is this week and I can’t afford to fuck it up.”

“Ugh you’re staying out that late? Who am I supposed to fuck while I’m all alone?”

“I’m sure someone will volunteer,”

They both shared a small chuckle and then Michael remembered…

“Oh yeah, it’ll be a squeeze but my car still fits five. Is she coming too? Is, uh…”

A playful eye roll then Sarah opened her mouth to remind me her name for the hundredth time:

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Elba sat in her room and heard the faint sound of laughter burst out from the kitchen below, the unmistakable sound of her roommates after a snarky comment.

This week had been a nightmare for her; an overbearing class load, deteriorating friendships and her stupid fucking manwhore of a boyfriend cheating on her.

She blinked as the thought reentered her head, trying to suppress the anger immediately bubbling back up in her stomach. She hadn’t told anyone in the house yet to avoid being a wet towel… but now she was doing just that.

Sadness, anger, guilt and overwhelming uncertainty swirled in her gut as her life crashed down around her.

Lying on her back on her floor staring at the ceiling, she knew she needed to get up. Force herself to move. To make her body forget.

Everything inside her screamed at her to stay home, curl up with a bottle of wine and drunkenly pass out as Netflix danced her to sleep.

But she needed to hang out with her girls. She needed to find meaning beyond her room. She needed a fucking drink. She was going out with them tonight and she was getting drunk.

Time to get up.

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Michael looked up from his phone as Elba discreetly entered the kitchen, taking the last two steps with a quietness that death envied. He hadn’t heard her start her descent down the stairs - it’s as if she materialized as soon as he lifted his gaze.

The other girls had moved to the living room adjacent to the kitchen, her presence wasn’t immediately detected by the group.

He watched her olive skinned hand quickly wipe the remaining wetness away from her eyes as a deep sadness blanketed her expression. The two made eye contact for a moment and it felt like time slowed.

Her dark, brown eyes were surrounded by the signs of someone who had been crying but were just passable enough to overlook. Her jet black hair was pulled straight back into a tight ponytail and her frame was obscured by a sweatshirt and mismatched sweatpants. Not exactly a leaving the house for the evening outfit.

Michael hadn’t spoken but a few words to Elba in the time he had known her but in this moment he sympathized with her. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was but he recognized the pain on her face all too well.

That sadness that was clinging to her melted away as her and Sarah met in an embrace, a grin flashing across her face.

“Are you sure you’re okay to go out? After Josh…?” She asked, concerned.

Elba slightly recoiled at the mention of his name but her tone didn’t waver.

“I HAVE to get out of here for a bit or I’m going to become that sad girl that just sits at home and eats ice cream for two months.”

Blaire shot her a look then laughed. The girls had just consoled her through a nasty breakup several months prior, just about the time Sarah moved in here. Michael assumed ice cream was her preferred coping mechanism.

He vaguely remembered it as “the big drama” at the time and apparently Sarah was a huge help in getting Blaire back out there running again and even rebounding with one of the participants from the half marathon she did. After that she never looked back.

He had a feeling the group would do the same for Elba tonight. Maybe she’d hit rebound status early and be able to move on, find the same level of freedom and self worth Blaire had clearly found.

When Michael had originally agreed to be their designated driver for the night he was hoping Sarah would be back from her studies to bail him out but it seemed more and more like that wasn’t going to be the case. He wasn’t overly eager to babysit what he now realized were four women already trying to get buzzed, each of them palming or cracking open a seltzer.

But dinner came and passed as the girls slowly began to get alcohol in their system and Sarah was ready to say her goodbye.

Michael, half-joking but half-serious begged her to stay and take the duty of driving away from him. How important were her studies, anyway?

“Well, if I don’t pass biology this year my entire nursing track will be thrown off and I’ll blame it all on you.” She teased. “Plus the girls love you, all you gotta do is make sure they have a good night. Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Those words seemed like a meaningless familiarity, a polite parting phrase that anyone would say to anyone else. But those words would have a drastic impact on Michael’s night - though he didn’t yet understand.

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Elba sat in front of her vanity mirror, lights flashing in front of her, illuminating her newly adorned outfit.

A sequin mini dress with a deep v cut shone back into the mirror, leaving little to the imagination up front. This was an outfit she hadn’t worn while dating Josh, an outfit that had been in the back of her closet since freshman year. And it still fit. Of course it did.

“Damn girl. Damn girl!” Rylah exclaimed.

Her vocal exclamation points were first to Elba’s outfit and then to the crushed seltzer can that she effortlessly tossed into the waste basket.

“I know we’re drinking tonight but we don’t leave for another hour, you’re gonna get that tiny body a little too tipsy,”

She chuckled, laying a hand on Elba’s shoulder. Elba smiled softly and put her hand over Rylah’s.

“Fine but I’m not slowing down when we get there. You might have to scrape me off the floor to get me home.”

“That better not be the case, if I’m scraping you off anything it better be some attractive man’s dick,”

Elba’s mouth fell open but she couldn’t help but laugh, mouthing “you’re bad,” and playfully pushing Rylah.

The two headed downstairs once again to meet with the girls. With Sarah gone, Michael sat alone on one of the couches, sipping an unmarked soda and scrolling on his phone.

Emelia and Blaire ushered them over to the table as four shot glasses, filled to the brim with what Elba thought smelled like tequila, sat in a row on the table.

Her suspicions were immediately confirmed after Blaire slammed down a salt shaker and presented a fresh lime.

“Bottoms up, girlies,”

She winked as she sliced open the lime and distributed four healthy slices to each of them.

Elba’s head immediately welcomed the alcohol as it flowed into her system, adding onto the slight buzz she had been building since dinner. It was gonna be a good night. She was determined to make it one.

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Michael’s focus on his phone broke as he heard a shout of joy from the kitchen, watching a slew of shots being consumed by the group.

It had been just over two hours since dinner had concluded and Sarah had left, leaving him riding solo among her roommates. It was probably high time he actually mingled with them - or at least did something other than scroll twitter and play Pokemon. There wasn’t anything good to catch out here, anyway.

He stood up, awkwardly shuffling past the couch into the entrance of the kitchen, moving toward the group as he tossed his empty soda bottle.

“I could take you guys early, ya know. If you wanted to get a jump on the party I don’t mind.”

He offered, trying to get them to say yes. Anything to be out and back sooner. Maybe Sarah would finish her studies early and they could get busy…

It seemed his offer fell on deaf ears as no one responded, embarrassment immediately surfacing but subduing into curiosity just as quickly.

Rylah’s face had dropped from her flirtatious, playful mood, her sharp features no longer filled with the whimsy or joy they held just moments ago.

She was staring at her phone - but at what, Michael didn’t know. Apparently neither did anyone else.

The girls all sat there with puzzled looks, eyes darting from each other then back to Rylah and once more back to each other.

“Excuse me for a moment ladies, I’ve got to make a phone call.”

Rylah’s voice was firm, the normal silk that lay under her tone all but gone. She walked away with her head buried in her phone, heels clacking on the tile floor.

Emelia, who was feeling the effects of the liquor quite outwardly already, shrugged it off and said,

“Another one for the road?”

As she was already pouring a second shot of tequila for the party, including the absent Rylah. Michael, not much of a drinker himself, wondered how much they could stomach before they were plastered. Were they going to make it to the party? Did he have to worry about them throwing up in his car?

He chuckled to himself and leaned against the counter. He may not know them super well but every time he was here, they drank. Maybe they’d be alright.

Besides, as he was about to find out, a slightly drunk group of girls was far from the worst of the problems he was going to face tonight.

Rylah had just returned to the group as Michael was thinking of new ways to pitch leaving early - not that it mattered, as it was rapidly approaching 9pm. Time was unkind to him tonight. He would have been better off staying home and playing video games instead of trying to get lucky with Sarah for doing her a favor.

Breaking his internal monologue, a wave of hushed whispers caught his attention.

_____________

Elba was, quite frankly, jealous of Michael and Sarah. Not specifically of them as people but their relationship. It seemed freeing and fun as opposed to the constant strife and strain her and Josh had.

She knew relationships were work but it felt like a full time job getting him to care about her or her life and yet despite all that, she was still devastated when he cheated on her.

That’s what hurt the most.

So when she saw what was on Rylah’s phone, it shook her to her core.

Michael was a sweet guy who treated Sarah well. From her perspective they were the goal for a relationship, best friends who were romantically involved and never fought.

That outlook shattered as she stared as image of Sarah walking with a guy she’d never seen before, craning her neck away from him as his lips pressed against it.

The man’s arm was draped around her, pulling her closer as she smiled with her eyes closed, welcoming the sign of affection on her flesh.

“Wha… when…?”

Elba stammered but couldn’t quite get the words out.

What was moments ago a warm and pleasant fuzziness in her head became an inhibiting pest as she tried to formulate her reaction into a verbal response.

“Shhh.”

Rylah shushed her in a low tone, bringing a finger to her lips and cocking her head slightly at Michael, who leaned against the counter a mere 15 feet away. He clearly hadn’t been paying attention and wasn’t eavesdropping on what they had said before but he’d be likely to overhear them now if they got too loud.

A frenzy of whispered voices rose up in a cacophony as questions rained down on Rylah.

Elba was confused, upset and perhaps too personally involved in the nature of the situation. She stole a glance at Michael who looked just as, if not more, confused than she.

“Give me a minute,”

Rylah said in a firm but reassuring tone, flipping and walking from the room again.

Elba watched as her curvaceous figure rounded the corner to her master suite under the stairs. Despite the circumstances, Elba was momentarily fixated on her body. She blinked, realizing her thoughts were hazily spiraling. Had she always looked like that?

Several minutes passed with no word from Rylah and the girls stood there nervous and uncertain.

“What about the party?”

Blaire whispered, looking Emelia and Elba, holding eye contact for a moment. The clock was bleeding, much faster than before, quickly approaching their planned departure time.

“We need this night out. There’s no way we’re missing another chance to all go out together, it’s been too long!”

She was right. The five of them hadn’t hung out together in far too long and even then, they were still down one tonight. Now that she thought about it, Sarah had almost immediately declined when they brought up the party, something she’d normally never miss.

The dots were somewhat connecting in her head and she couldn’t erase the image of her friend with another man from her mind’s eye. Especially that man. Her stomach twisted in knots.

However, the fuzziness and desire to stay in that grey area fought for control so she muttered, “Fuck it.”

“… and Rylah had that guy she gonna meet and totally just go crazy on, she said she hasn’t had a proper- hey where you going?”

Blaire was still yammering about making it to the party as Elba pushed past her to the kitchen, stopping at the stash of liquor opposite the silent man who was actively being cheated on as they stood there.

Elba quickly uncorked the tequila again, sloshing liquid into the shot glasses that were just emptied not too long ago.

“We can sit here talking or we can start the party ourselves,” she winked.

“But if we don’t go, Emelia and I won’t get to make out in front of boys to make them jealoussss,” Blaire pouted, her frame bending slightly as she did so.

“Wait, what?” Michael said. “You’re not going?”

A small glass of clear liquid appeared in front of his face.

“You’re probably gonna want this,” Elba said, looking up into his eyes and holding them there for a moment.

“But I’m supposed to drive - “

Rylah walked back into the room, all four heads turning to meet her. A pregnant pause sat in the room as she strode into the kitchen before she looked at Michael and said,

“Probably best if you drink that.”

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Michael sat in a stunned silence on the couch he had already wasted most of his evening on, this time out of need instead of boredom. The girls had done such a convincing job in ensuring him that taking the shot was in his best interest, so after a bit of confusion and reluctance, he took it.

The girls grouped up again and were feverishly discussing their plans for the evening until they seemingly reached an agreement. Upon the conclusion of their conversation, Rylah walked over, handing him the phone to accompany the shot he had just downed.

The confusion didn’t end until he looked down and saw the pictures. Nearly a dozen of them.

A man with dirty blonde hair with his arms wrapped around Sarah walking through an apartment complex. Kissing her neck. Touching her cheek. Even a blurry one of him grabbing her ass as they worked their way toward a door that appeared to be his apartment.

Truthfully, things had been off between Michael and Sarah for some time now. Their once amazing sexual chemistry had faded over time as the two grew exponentially busier with life.

There was a time when they’d fling open the door to the town house, quickly make sure no one else was home and immediately jump into exploring each other’s bodies wherever they pleased.

She sucked his dick on the couch in the living room, he fucked her standing from behind over the kitchen island, they shared orgasmic moments in nearly every room - even the coveted master suite Rylah occupied.

They were spontaneous, passionate and really, really good at making each other climax. But quite honestly the last time that had happened was months ago and perhaps the excitement of hooking up over a long distance diminished over time.

Or perhaps the physical connection was merely masking something deeper, something they didn’t want to admit to themselves. If they had sex all the time, surely their relationship was solid, right? Right?

Michael knew deep down he had realized Sarah wasn’t the one a long time ago. Before she moved away for college, before the sex dried up. It was something he was deeply afraid to admit but in this moment, looking at those images, he knew it to be true.

Any romantic feelings they had for each other were long gone or perhaps too weak to fully rekindle. They were more friends with benefits than actual partners at this point; that’s why they didn’t fight or disagree all that often. What was there to fight about when you didn’t care?

Of course, despite the degradation of their romantic life, it still hurt. The betrayal. The sight of her with someone else. Why?

The cacophony of questions swirled in his head as another small glass appeared in front of his face, the clear liquid gently sloshing back and forth.

“I think we’re just gonna party here tonight,” Elba said, extending the shot glass toward him. Her words spilled out, reflecting her current state of mind.

“O-okay,” Michael managed to say, eagerly accepting the drink.

Rylah sat on the loveseat opposite of him that was on the same wall as the front door, eying his reaction closely.

He realized he was still holding her phone and leaned forward, offering it to her.

“How… how did you get those?”

“A friend of mine who works on campus saw them together. I asked for a favor and he coordinated with another girl that lives in the same apartment as…”

She trailed off, pointing to the blonde in the photo.

“As him. Took pictures of the two as they walked across the complex. I’m so sorry,”

She offered, a genuine concern in her voice.

Michael rubbed his eyes as the second shot entered his system, leaning back and then forward again, unable to get comfortable.

“Well I guess I’m drinking with you guys tonight,”

He said and the girls let out a cheer that surprised him.

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Elba felt an unbridled wave of sympathy for Michael as he sat on that couch, his world view shattered just like hers had been a week prior.

She knew that Rylah was sparing her feelings by not identifying the blonde out loud in front of everybody, but they knew.

It was Josh.

The cheer leapt out of her mouth involuntarily when Michael said he was going to drink with them - they might not be leaving but they were still going to party their sorrows away. The girls had met and agreed that leaving was out of the question with the new information they had, especially since Michael would be by himself. So partying at home it was.

After everyone had settled down with drinks of choice in hand, Elba propped herself up with a bit of confidence. Unfound confidence artificially pumped into her by her third… yes, third drink of the night, but confidence nonetheless.

The group needed an ice breaker and Michael needed a distraction from his own sorrows.

“Josh cheated on me.”

They fell quiet, gasps from the other three girls and a look of confused surprise on Michael’s face meeting her statement.

Elba took over, the words gushing from within her, explaining that the breakup wasn’t mutual the way she claimed it was. She was also a victim of recent betrayal and it felt good to finally let it all out.

Rylah gave a nod of approval to her as the group gabbed about poor relationships and took stabs at Josh with Michael none the wiser to who was in the pictures.

Elba’s heart ached some - Sarah was a good friend to her for a long time and she was the biggest advocate for Sarah moving into the house with them. For her to be a part of this betrayal was almost too much.

But there was one solution… something that she might regret but might just make her feel better.

“Speaking of relationships…”

Blaire purred as she and Emelia curled around each other, briefly touching lips.

“There’s something we’ve been wanting to make official to you guys.”

“We know, we can hear this one getting fucked by strap on every other night. These walls aren’t soundproof you little skanks!”

Rylah interjected, teasing the two. Emelia blushed but quipped with,

“Then you know how good it is. And we don’t have to officially say anything since you’ve figured it out.”

Blaire’s lips smashed against hers in a firey passion, the two suddenly engrossed in a flurry of tongue and saliva.

“Gross,” Rylah giggled, “They always get so horny when they’re drunk and now it’s for each other. A match made in heaven.”

Elba turned to Michael as he laughed, the alcohol and relocation of attention clearly wiping away whatever nervousness had clung to him before.

“It’s not like this one’s any better,” she gestured to him. “I had to hear ‘yes daddy, harder!’ every time I got home after 10pm!”

He blushed slightly, unable to formulate a response.

“Oh don’t worry we can say whatever we want about her now…” she teased.

“Well I suppose that’s true,” he agreed, “I always joked she could wake the entire house.” He laughed, clearly masking some of the recent pain.

She twinged, knowing she hit a bit of a sore spot, but pushed on.

“I knowwww let’s play a classic! Never have I ever.”

A grin lifted the corners of Elba’s face, painting a mysterious mask over her features.

“Never have I everrrrrr…. Had sex in Rylah’s room.”

The plastic cup met her lips as she drank, indicating she had indeed done the deed. Michael followed it up by quickly taking a sip from his drink as well.

Rylah’s mouth gaped open at Elba then wider at Michael, turning with wide eyes as Blaire and Emelia broke away from their kiss to both sip.

“WOW. It’s not just those two, I’m actually surrounded by skanks.”

The group continued playing, laughing, drinking and pushing the limits of what they could ask. Elba caught herself looking at Michael more and more as the game went on, eying him and noting how free and happy he looked compared to just moments before.

The questions steered into raunchy and far more sexually explicit territory as the group drank. Sex act, drink, sex act, drink.

Rylah smugly drank at “never have I ever had anal” - the only one of the girls to do so. Michael drank too, “I’m assuming giving counts in my case?”

She looked him up and down and said, “okay Mikey I see you!” A little too enthusiastically.

The questions began to slow down as the number of sexual acts, positions or locations became fewer and fewer and the vibe that something new needed to happen for them to not lose their buzz surfaced. That’s when Elba knew she was going to do it.

“Never have I ever…”

She said, setting her drink down on the coffee table and slinking onto the couch near Michael, her face getting closer and closer to his as she leaned in, her sequin dress giving a generous view of her breasts.

“Done this.”

In one swift motion Elba swung her leg over Michael’s lap, straddling him and plunging her lips into his, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a deep kiss. He didn’t resist.

A collective gasp escaped the girls as they watched in delight, the two deepening their kiss as the room was hit with a hushed silence.

END PART 1

Part 4 of 4 of the series + Epilogue, Parts 1-3 are recommended prerequisite materials to this. Enjoy.

PART 4 - Reconciliation

Michael was reminded of everything he had experienced earlier that night, the pain and shock of seeing Sarah with someone else, having to think about her being physical with someone else.

He knew how he felt romantically, or rather the lack of feeling, and now suspected she had felt the same for - possibly for some time now. It didn’t excuse her actions and it certainly didn’t erase the images from his mind but what it did mean was they were finally at an understanding.

They had never addressed when things got weird. Their default setting was to take things to the bedroom and let their bodies speak instead of airing things out.

Here, tonight, they were afforded an opportunity to engrave their feelings on each others’ flesh. They could bury their sins by colliding into one another, flesh meeting flesh, skin on skin for one last time.

Elba understood this. He saw it in her eyes; she knew that, even if it wasn’t conventionally healthy, the couple could reach some sort of emotional agreement by the means of pleasure.

Her cool demeanor and control of the situation as well as the moments they shared earlier gave him more than enough confidence to proceed.

“Beg for it.”

He let her take his dick into her mouth, her eyes rolling in delight as she did so. The familiarity of their situation pushed Michael into a new gear, shedding his once somewhat shy and reserved demeanor he had held in front of the other girls all night.

Although he was used to being the dominant one during sex, he had let Elba take the lead, thought it felt more so like a dance partner leading a graceful movement. She had guided him to herself and to Rylah, a symphony of pleasure where all three parties entered an ebb and flow of pleasure.

With Sarah, he embodied a much more primal force, like a raging wildfire consuming a forest or a war general conquering a new land. A land that she willingly turned over to him for complete control.

Once he felt himself get hard in her mouth he removed his shaft, slapping it on her soft lips, saliva dotting her face. She groaned in pleasure.

Rylah looked on with wide eyes, surprised but incredibly turned on by what she saw. She leaned against Michael, remarking, “We’ve got a slutty one here, don’t we?”

Sarah looked up into Rylah’s face as she spoke, the weight of Michael’s dick resting on her face.

“Please, please use me like the slut I am…” she begged.

“She likes being told what to do. Don’t go easy on her.” Michael said, massaging Rylah’s backside.

“Open your mouth,” Rylah instructed and Sarah obeyed. Her hand guided Michael’s shaft back into her waiting opening.

Elba knelt down behind Sarah and gently pushed her head down his shaft until it met Rylah’s hand, saliva building up around it.

Elba did this a few more times, guiding Sarah’s head back and forth, her lips sealed in a suction around his dick.

“You like that don’t you? You like being a little whore,” Elba cooed in her ear.

“Mmhmmm…” Sarah moaned out, refusing to unlatch from Michael.

Michael was growing increasingly turned on as Elba worked Sarah’s mouth across his cock, her eyes looking up to meet his as she chastised Sarah.

Rylah took action next, using her hand to remove Michael from Sarah’s mouth with a wet “pop.”

“How’d you do it? Like this?”

She giggled, taking his shaft and smacking gently it on Sarah’s face, spittle flying everywhere.

She moaned, sticking her tongue out to lick it every time it came into contact with her skin.

“Hmmm… I don’t think she can be a proper slut with all those clothes on. What do you think?”

She looked at Michael, stroking his shaft as she spoke, her hand coming into contact with Sarah’s lips as she sucked on the tip.

He nodded, “Take them off.”

_

Sarah’s pussy ached as she felt the weight of Michael’s member slap against her face a second time.

The idea of being used by them, by Michael and her roommates turned her so much that she couldn’t think straight.

Having Rylah join was way hotter than she anticipated. Her personality and sexual autonomy were perfect for taking control of a situation like this. She had became Michael’s co-captain with ease.

Elba was the one who really surprised her.

Michael might be in the driver’s seat at the moment but Elba certainly started the ignition. And if she was doing it here, she probably did it earlier, too. Fuck. That little minx was sneakily slutty.

Sarah couldn’t even fault Michael. That olive colored skin, her dark hair and piercing eyes, smaller but perfectly sculpted breasts - it’s not like she hadn’t thought of it once or twice before.

Those thoughts became reality as she felt Elba kissing the back of her neck, tugging at her top. She complied and helped slip it off, followed by her bra.

Sarah’s tits fell bare from their shackles, hanging for the room to see. She had the biggest in the room second only to Emelia.

A pair of hands groped at them as Elba found her nipples - a not so secret weak spot - and began toying with them.

A moan slipped through her lips and she adjusted herself to take her pants off, moving her legs to the side so she could slide them off without too much difficulty.

She kicked her freshly shed pants and underwear to the side, joining the rest of the room in complete nudity.

Rylah had dropped down and called out to Blaire.

“I bet I can do it better than you,”

She pushed her lips down his shaft all the way to the base, holding his entire length in her throat for a number of seconds before releasing it with a shower of saliva.

“You think that’s impressive?”

Blaire dropped to the other side, pulling Emelia down with her. She also took Michael to the base, her tongue reaching his balls, massaging them with as much movement as she could.

“Beat that.” Blaire gasped.

Rylah took him down, then Blaire again, then Rylah.

“Blaire, I don’t think he knows which one of us is better yet.” She giggled.

The exchanged his cock multiple more times, their own thick spit dripping down their chins and to their breasts.

Emelia clung to Blaire and began to lick the strings of saliva that striped her tits, moaning soft little affirmations onto her skin.

Sarah looked on, mesmerized as the girls took on the man that she once called hers. It turned her on as much as anything else that had happened so far. Was she discovering something else new? Oh fuck.

“I think you’ve got to show them up.”

Elba said, guiding Sarah between the two girls, sandwiched between a sea of dark chocolate curves and a toned, tan sculpture of a woman.

The tip greeted her mouth again and she greedily took it on, forcing Rylah and Blaire to opposite sides of his shaft.

Elba’s hands held her in place, not pushing her deeper but not allowing her to disengage. She loved it.

Blaire and Rylah ran their mouths across the length of the shaft, stopping to kiss and massage the head with Sarah when they reached the top again.

The girls started to form a circle around Michael, his cock being passed from mouth to mouth, wet pops sounding off and saliva dribbling and being shared freely.

Emelia even joined in, clearly wanting to see what the fuss was about, meekly sucking for a bit before giggling and letting Blaire take it.

“I thought earlier was a one time thing, Blaire?” Michael teased her.

“Shud udd.” She said around his cock, the vibrations from her protest tickling him.

Elba took her turn on the shaft, pushing Sarah down so she was level with his balls. She lovingly took one into her mouth, gently sucking at it.

Emelia and Blaire had turned their attention to one another yet again while Rylah sat still, looking expectingly.

Sarah kept sucking, drool running over her nose and face from Elba’s antics above.

_

Michael was in heaven, his dick being doted on by the mouths and hands of five hot women. He could have stayed in that position for the rest of the night but Blaire and Emelia showed signs of breaking off into their own twosome again - not surprising - which left him with the other three.

As Blaire and Emelia separated from the group, Michael bent down and cupped his hand around Sarah’s jaw, spitting in her open mouth. She groaned with pleasure.

“Are you ready to be used?”

He said, holding her face to look up at him.

“Oh my fucking god yes… please use my body.”

Michael pulled her up and led her to the couch and was about to have her lay on her back when Elba jumped in, taking Sarah’s arm from him.

“I have an idea,” she said flirtatiously, her body brushing past his.

She sat facing the back of the couch, arching her back to show off her entire backside to them. Elba then gestured at Sarah and said,

“Kneel.”

Sarah obeyed and Michael watched as Elba pushed her head into the curve of her ass, moaning in ecstasy.

“Eat my ass like the little whore you are,” she said in almost a whisper yet with firm authority.

Sarah groaned into her backside as she pressed her tongue into Elba’s waiting ass.

“Ah fuck ~ I can see why you like this so much.”

She met Rylah’s eyes with a grin who smirked back and replied with,

“I didn’t know you were such a little skank. I like this color on you.”

Michael knelt behind Sarah, pressing his throbbing cock against her dripping pussy. Watching Elba moan as Sarah tongued her ass reignited his fleshly desire.

“Beg for it.” He demanded.

Sarah lifted her face getting out the words, “Give me your dick please, please please please fill me up -“

“Keep going,” Elba pushed her back into her ass.

“Beg for it.”

A muffled series of moans and pleas from Sarah.

“Keep licking.” Elba pushed her back again.

“Beg for it.”

She did and he plunged his member into her tight walls, forcing a gasp and cry of pure pleasure to escape her lips.

“Put that tongue back where it belongs.” Elba demanded.

Michael watched as his dick slid in and out of Sarah, her pussy gripping him with force and her legs shook as his body crashed into hers.

_

Sarah’s face was buried in Elba’s ass as her roommate demanded over and over for her to keep servicing her, her own pussy being ravished by Michael from behind.

Maybe she had died and gone to heaven. Maybe this was the good ending for her, a realm of goodness despite what she had done. Her own personal Valhalla.

Her tongue buried itself in the tight, spongy skin that made up Elba’s anus. Her ass gave way to Sarah’s probing tongue, accepting it in and pushing against it, a fickle muscle that constantly demanded more.

A sudden hand by her own ass tickled her senses, both sides of her ass being massaged by a pair of hands.

“Look at her tight, pink asshole,” Rylah breathed.

“Isn’t it so fucking hot the way it’s winking at you? And you’re not even doing anything to it,”

She giggled, her words directed at Michael. Sarah could hear the two lock into a sloppy kiss, the thrusts slowing down momentarily.

Then Rylah’s finger prodded at her ass, playing with her tight hole, following with her tongue moments later.

“Ohhh fuck…”

Rylah’s voice vibrated against her ass. She was getting turned on by just playing with Sarah. Her finger returned, pushing further into her ass, tightening the already intense friction of Michael’s dick inside her.

She tried to avoid missing a beat while servicing Elba but she was being relentlessly pounded from behind and toyed with by Rylah, her concentration slipping.

“Can’t keep up, slut?” Elba called down to her. “At least I know why we’ve heard you screaming ‘daddy’ from that room before, he does fuck well, doesn’t he?”

A heavy breath left Sarah’s lips. Oh fuck that was hot.

Elba took notice and twisted her body until she lay on her back, her clit resting against Sarah’s chin. She stuck her tongue out again but her attempts to service Elba were weak compared to before.

“You can’t keep up because his dick, isn’t that right?” Elba cooed softly. “I was riding it earlier and it was soooooo good, he fucked me over and over until he came inside me.”

Sarah came. Her legs buckled and head drooped as she tried to steady herself, vision swimming.

The dirty talk combined with having both of her holes filled sent her over the edge into a blissful orgasm, collapsing on the floor. But Michael kept going.

The sensation of him drilling into her as she reached peak climax extended her state of euphoria and it took a few seconds to register the words “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” from him.

“Not here baby,” Rylah said, guiding his dick out of Sarah.

Sarah, still in a daze, allowed Elba and Rylah to guide her until she was on her knees facing the opposite direction, Michael standing in front of her.

Her heart beat a bit faster as she saw Rylah rhythmically stroking him, faster and faster, moans escaping from him until she felt his hot, sticky semen pour onto to her face.

She gasped, her body twitching in excitement as her skin was covered in ropes of dripping cum.

Sarah stuck out her tongue and licked a glob of it that coated her lower lip. He tasted good.

_

Michael panted, now having expended himself twice that night. His head buzzed, the alcohol still in his system combined with the orgasm was giving him a perfect high he was riding as long as he could hold onto it.

Rylah teased his head with her fingers and knelt next to Sarah, grabbing her neck and running her tongue across her face, slurping up a portion of semen that clung to her skin.

His cock twitched despite losing most of its rigidity. Fuck.

“Oh you’re bad!” Elba exclaimed.

“Why don’t you join me? It’s an acquired taste but I’ll make it sweet for you.”

Rylah’s lips locked onto hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss, tongues wrestling with fever. He caught glimpses of his own semen being swapped between their mouths.

Without looking, Rylah’s hand stretched back out, groping around for and finding his member.

“Don’t be done yet, I still need more.” She turned and pouted.

“Our turns were too short.” Elba chimed in.

Whatever was in the air tonight was supercharging Michael’s libido to a level he didn’t thought he could reach. He couldn’t refuse.

“How about we get this dirty little slut to get you ready for us…” Rylah suggested.

They both pushed an all-too-willing Sarah back onto his dick, taking only moments for her to suck him back to life.

“Now watch me ride him,” Elba whispered to her and pushed Michael into the loveseat. He let her, leaning back as she mounted him for a second time that night.

He saw Sarah begin to touch herself as she watched Elba’s hips moved up and down the length of his shaft.

After allowing her a few minutes of riding him, Michael took over, standing up and setting her in doggy. He took Elba from behind, gripping her hips and driving into her.

Moans of euphoria filled the air and Rylah presented herself on the portion of the loveseat that was still open. Michael ravished her next, then switched between the two.

His dick was inside Rylah one moment, then Elba, then back in Rylah…

He swapped between the two girls as their moans indicated their ongoing satisfaction, their legs twitching and quivering as he brought them both to climax.

Sarah reached another peak herself, her moans joining the pair of girls on the loveseat in front of her.

The rest of the night was a blur of pleasure and pure, carnal pleasure.

Michael found his dick inside Rylah one moment, then Elba’s mouth, between Sarah’s tits back in Rylah… he was sweating, giving, receiving. He was no longer an individual, he was a rod of fleshly desire and hunger.

_

Elba wanted Michael to stay inside her forever, to pile drive this unfettered lust into her body until she was nothing. She loved this feeling so much.

When his dick would leave her for Rylah she grew jealous, jealous in the same way that they say “absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

She wanted to feel him splitting her apart, to make her flesh his and to make him hers.

While she was waiting for her turn she thought back to Sarah’s tongue filling her ass, the thought charging her horniness even more.

God, she loved dominating her. She loved the implication of taking control of her, of calling her a whore to her face, making her submit to Michael.

Elba noted she’d have to explore that feeling further down the line and see if it was isolated to this or if she wanted to work with her own little sex slave.

Michael was different, she absorbed his pain and he absorbed hers. It was beautiful. It was -

Her thoughts were interrupted by his dick reintroducing itself to her guts.

It was perfect. It was so, so perfect.

“You like that dick, don’t you?” He breathed, his dirty talk sending shivers up her legs.

Yes. Yes, she did.

_

As dawn threatened to break, the night reached a crescendo.

Elba and Sarah were servicing his dick at Elba’s lead while Rylah stood next to him, her bubbly butt pressing against his face.

“Mikey… I need one last thing from you.” She grinned.

His tongue delved into her ass as Elba finished him off, his third climax of the night, coating her breasts with another load of warmness.

“Lick it off,” Elba brought Sarah’s head down to lick it off of her, making her swallow it and kiss her afterwards.

Rylah, for one last time, shuddered as Michael pulled away from her ass.

“That’ll do, Mikey.” She winked. “Next time, I want the real thing.” She hummed and disappeared into her master bedroom.

In the inky darkness of the night, physically expended and wholly exhausted, the remaining trio fell into a sleep on the couch, the events of the day becoming the problem of tomorrow.

END PART 4

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EPILOGUE

The next day saw a slow start for everyone in the apartment. Michael’s eyes opened as light flooded the living room, head pounding.

Fuck. It had to be at least midday.

He groaned - in pain and not pleasure for the first time since getting here - and sat up on the couch. His neck was stiff, his back was stiff and his head hurt. My god did his head hurt.

Looking to his right he saw Elba’s sleeping form, curled up and covered by the blanket he had thrown over her last night. To his left, empty - Sarah’s room, the only other one on the first floor besides the master, was closed. She was probably hiding out in there to avoid him.

Standing up he turned to head to the kitchen, planning on brewing coffee and drinking water. Lots of water.

“Mind covering that thing up?”

Blaire was at the stove making eggs. He had been so out of it he hadn’t noticed.

He looked down, his dick hanging limply, no signs it had just been the raging center of attention the previous night.

“Shit, yeah, sorry.”

Michael covered himself and walked into the kitchen and saw a massive pot of coffee already made.

“Mind if I…?”

Blaire nodded. “Go for it. I’ve only been up an hour or so myself, gotta make sure my people are taken care of.”

She flashed a smile, her blonde hair in a messy bun, body covered only by a sports bra and small set of underwear.

“Hey,” she teased. “No peeking. That was for last night only.”

He chuckled along with her, taking a sip from the coffee and letting its contents refresh him.

Blaire joked that he had almost made her want to try men again if anything went wrong with Emelia. Almost. He laughed again and joked back, saying she almost did the same for him. He was surprised at how big and purple hers was.

She gathered up a plate and was heading upstairs when the master bedroom opened.

Rylah stepped out, a bathrobe elegantly flowing off her body, no attempt made to hide her curves or anything really. It flapped to the side as she walked, not tied or retrained by anything.

“Eggs and coffee for you, love.” Blaire called as she ascended.

“You’re the best, sweet cheeks! Oh - what’s this? Why you hiding that?”

Rylah cupped his crotch and licked her lips, passing him by as she poured a cup of coffee for herself.

His face flushed with embarrassment, he turned to her.

“Last night…”

“Don’t finish that.” She interrupted. “There’s someone you gotta talk to first. We’ll have our fun conversation once you’ve taken care of that.”

Rylah nodded at the door opposite of hers, the only other bedroom on this level.

Michael nodded. He clothed himself fully, steeled himself and knocked on her door.

_

Deciding to take things outside and enjoy the fresh air, Michael knew that the talk with Sarah wouldn’t be easy and it wasn’t. But when they started, everything started flowing out, a spool of yarn untangling as they went over every aspect of the last year.

They acknowledged how their relationship had rotted from the inside out without proper care, how their love had been seemingly situational, how their sex had blinded them to a bigger problem.

He felt as though a drain was being unclogged, a drain that hadn’t been cleaned in a long, long time.

They spoke about the night prior, how regretful of the entire Josh saga she was and how he felt betrayed. The sexual crusade they embarked on with her roommates was skirted around but she vaguely thanked him.

“If it makes you feel better though, we both slept with other people while we were still technically together.” He said, playing devil’s advocate for her sake.

She smiled weakly, knowing it wasn’t the same.

“Do you think that after all this, we can still be friends?”

She asked, forlornly looking into the distance.

Michael hesitated.

“I’m not sure. Maybe. I think I’d like that but I might need some time.”

She nodded understanding.

“Can I just ask for one favor?

He looked over at her and saw she was grabbing at her hair nervously, tugging and twisting it.

“I- I really loved last night.” She blushed. “If anything like that happened to be in our future, I’d be down.”

He looked at her surprised but smiled.

“Haha yeah, maybe something like that will happen down the line.”

“You know… I don’t think I can continue living here, not with what I did to Elba. You interested in subletting my room for the rest of the lease?”

Michael looked over, surprised again. He was not expecting to hear that.

_

Sarah moved out within the week. She said her goodbyes to her roommates, heartfelt and genuine. No one mentioned Josh.

Michael came back that following Friday, keys in hand. He opened the door, reentering the apartment for the first time in a week.

A cheer rose up as the girls as they exited their spots on the couch to greet him, wrapping his body in a four way hug.

He could get used to living like this.

THE END…?

This is Part 3 of 4 of a series. I highly recommended reading Parts 1 & 2 first. Enjoy.

PART 3 - Sarah

Sarah stood in the doorway, the only one of her roommates clothed and sober, staring at five naked forms.

“Are you fucking my boyfriend?”

It was more of a gut reaction than it was a question, an instinctual response to the scene in front of her.

The group stayed quiet for a moment, unsure what to do until Elba slid off her spot on the couch, walking over to the front door with cat like dexterity.

Her perky tits bounced as she walked and Sarah held eye contact with her the entire time. No - it was more that she happened to be looking and Elba was the one who held their gaze locked.

“We know what you did, Sarah,” She said softly.

A burning sensation of embarrassment and guilt flooded her stomach.

_

Sarah had met Josh at a party many months ago, not too long after she’d moved in with Elba and the others.

Elba and her were becoming close friends rapidly but weren’t on the level they would be nine months later. This gap in friendship made it so that Sarah had no idea who “Josh” was; for all she was concerned, he was a faceless entity that Elba had been dating.

Her social media didn’t show a single hint that they were involved - they were going through a lover’s spat at the time and that spat led to Sarah meeting him.

She drunkenly kissed him, exchanging information from the back of their throats with one another in a bedroom away from everyone else.

They connected over a shared pain, a relationship that seemed to be going nowhere. Though Josh’s was clearly from him being a dick, an emotional rot sat at the middle of Sarah’s. Something had been off between her and Michael for some time now.

She had never had to process a relationship like this, one that had the potential to end in marriage and yet was crumbling from the inside, both of them too emotionally stunted to have a real conversation about it.

Of course, she had no idea Michael felt the same way so she leaned into pleasing him. Maybe if he was happy she would be.

That’s where their sex life came in - it was always good, great even, but there was something about her new place and going to college coupled with his new job that made them truly feel like adults, an enhancement to their shared physical attraction.

The journey from starting as high school kids in a local town to moving to a college city ramps up your view about the world at large; it puts you in a brand new situation in which you have to fend for yourself and make your own decisions away from strict guidance.

You finally could get your own place and do whatever you wanted. Eat whatever. Sleep whenever. Fuck whoever.

The excitement of sneaking around still existed - they didn’t live at home with their parents anymore but her roommates now acted as the obstacles they needed to avoid.

And this mixture of freedom and excitement allowed the two to experiment.

Consciously or not, Sarah’s desire to please Michael kicked off a new “genre” of their sex life. They had always fulfilled the gender norms in the bedroom with him taking the lead and her being the bottom.

But something changed. She became completely and utterly subservient to him in the bedroom, beginning with her desire to simply make him happy rapidly evolving into a deep erotic need.

It was a kink waiting to surface that she finally discovered, a desire so innate and primal it almost scared her. But she fell in love with it.

The issue was not the kink itself, Michael was incredibly in to it; the problem came when she realized she loved it more than the who she was performing it with.

Michael became a means to an end, a way for her to break herself off sexually over and over again. He was incredible at fulfilling the role she needed and there was just enough trust there for him to push her to her limits without the boundaries of awkwardness or uncertainty impeding them.

He didn’t have to be told how to go about dominating her - he slipped into that position naturally, with ease.

She thought that it was a natural thing for men to do, for that inherent dominance and that very desire to dominate fully rearing its head when presented with a willing subject.

As she found with Josh, that was only partially true. Sarah had to coax him into certain acts, to push him to truly take control.

He was into it, no doubt about that, fueled by her fleshly passion - but his idea of taking control was far tamer than what she desired.

Michael pinned her down and was rough with her. Michael fucked her throat relentlessly. Michael knew how and when to call her names that were unbecoming of a woman in normal society.

Josh did none of these things.

The initial excitement and downright naughty nature of sneaking around was enough to satisfy her. She thought that she had found a gold mine; an escape from a failing relationship and a purely physical way to meet her carnal needs.

A bandaid to a permanent problem. She just needed to get Josh on her level.

At first it wasn’t a big deal, she just had to work on breaking down of the walls of awkwardness that didn’t exist between her and Michael. Knowing how far to go and when to act autonomously without her always playing the guide.

For example, when she said she loved the sensation of her tits being smacked, Michael complied and knew how hard or soft to be. Then it became routine, him only backing off if she uttered her safe word.

But the task of reaching that level with Josh became laborious and she soon realized that only two types of people in this world could understand her: a true, long time partner or someone who was deeply experienced in the matter. Josh was neither.

She left Josh’s place that night filled with regret, guilt and disappointment - not to mention still horny. She had just done the most despicable thing possible and had absolutely nothing to show for it.

Now she had to face the fact that she had done all of this on a whim, reconnecting with Josh over social media, confessing her kinks to him and being fooled when he said he could satisfy her.

He even lied about him breaking up with Elba; they had just been in a bad fight so she believed it. Unlike the first throwaway hookup at that party, Sarah knew all too much about their relationship.

Josh had not only ruined what was left of his relationship with Elba to get with her but she had just done the same to Michael and unknowingly, to Elba.

And he had left her unsatisfied after three meetings between the pair.

As Sarah drove home, she knew she was a villain. She knew she had just done something that would push away two of the people closest to her.

Maybe she would be able to get Michael to dominate her one last time before she ended things with him. She’d tell him the truth and set him free. It was the least she could do.

Thinking of the best way to wake him up as she strode to the door, the last thing Sarah expected to see was Michael’s dick resting between Rylah’s ass and Elba’s mouth.

The living room smelled of sex and liquor. Dumbfounded, she said the only thing that came to mind:

“Are you fucking my boyfriend?”

_

“We know what you did, Sarah.”

Elba felt the words leave her lips, confidence and power oozing through her.

She had never felt as alive as she did tonight. There was an energy in the air that had parlayed from the drinking to the sex to this very moment, right here and now.

Elba felt in control of not just herself but the room. She had started the sexually charged activities of the night and she now stood before Sarah, someone who had wronged not just her but Michael. She had the upper hand.

“We saw pictures of the two of you. You and Josh.”

A slight shift in the room’s temperature; Michael didn’t know who the blonde in the pictures was until now. She felt like he’d understand the full picture now.

Elba slipped behind Sarah, closing the still open door and ushering her into the living room. She laid her chin on Sarah’s shoulder, wrapping her in a warm embrace from behind.

In an obvious state of shock and confusion, Sarah said,

“Can someone just tell me what’s happening?”

A wild gesture toward the other four standing in front of her.

Mouth right near Sarah’s ear, Elba took point on filling her in, eventually catching her up to the current events.

“… and that’s when we decided to have some fun for ourselves. We couldn’t just let poor Michael wallow in sadness while you were out there cheating on him.”

Sarah’s eyes met with Michael’s and Elba pointed over her shoulder at his body, his member clearly softening from the lack of stimulation.

“But if you’re down, there might be one way you can make it up to him.”

The now fractured couple stood there for a moment, eyes locked.

_

Sarah was so horny. She was dying from her lackluster experience with Josh and this swell of negative emotions were eating at her insides.

She needed some kind of release, a distraction to her current predicament and a solution to her poor decisions.

Michael’s naked form filled her with a sense of desire she thought she was going to be able to fulfill earlier that night. It was now back stronger, with vengeance.

She looked around the room, various eyes meeting hers, her roommates hanging onto the suspense as they waited for what she would do next, Elba’s warm breath gently caressing her neck.

Humiliation wasn’t the driving force behind her kink. It wasn’t ever something she consciously sought out but here - here in this room, in front of an audience with the ability to be degraded by someone who knew her body - here she felt a strong urge to give into the situation and become nothing more than an object to be used.

Sarah turned her eyes to Michael’s once more.

“If you’ll have me…”

She closed the gap, kneeling between on the ground in front of him.

“…please. Please take control of me one more time.”

Sarah looked up, Michael’s partially erect member in her view.

Then he started the way he started most of their sessions:

“Beg for it.”

She did. She begged for his dick in her mouth, she begged to taste it, she begged to be punished for her misdeeds.

And as everyone looked on at her groveling at Michael’s feet, her panties became soaked with anticipation.

END PART 3

Legal disclaimer: All people, persons, places and corporate entities/executives/bombshell bosses are fictional. Any correlation with real world counterparts is purely coincidental. Enjoy.

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My name is Harrison Graham and this is my story.

My first day at JP Logan’s Banking Corporation arrived sooner than I had expected, my buddy Randy showing me to my office.

Well, buddy was generous. He had worked here for about three years after we graduated college together and was a part of getting my foot in the door but otherwise, we didn’t have a close relationship.

“It’s a bit of a mess but you’ll manage I’m sure.”

He laughed like it was some minor inconvenience but the office was littered with stacks of paper, files and cardboard boxes with the previous two items packed away in them.

It was a disaster.

“Uh you should also probably look into cleaning this up before the new boss gets here. Heard she’s a bit of a hard ass. See you later, Harry.”

He slapped me on the shoulder, ducking out of my newly inherited office without bothering to ask if I wanted help. And no one called me Harry.

Randy was a prick but he was right. Liana Hwang was widely known for her cold blooded nature, reaming out lower level employees for the smallest of mistakes - legend has it she’s even fired interns for messing up her coffee order.

She had just transferred to JP before I did and I had no idea she was set to oversee my entire division when they hired me.

I sighed. It would take a couple hours to get this cleaned up and I didn’t want to make a poor impression on my first day.

The cleaning took much longer than I expected due to the files all being incredibly archaic. Records from the late 90s, billing statements from the 70s and 80s… what the hell were these things doing there?

I wish I could just shred everything but even then it would take ages. Every file had to be logged as “marked for destruction” in an official memo. I was getting nowhere.

“Mr Graham,”

An authoritative but calm female voice wafted in from my door frame. I spun my head around to see who was here, still on my knees from picking up a particularly old set of files.

Liana Hwang herself stood in the doorway, sauntering in my office without regard if I cared or not.

Her face was impossible to read - it held an apathetic expression, neither pleasant nor displeased but her arms remained crossed beneath her bosom.

That was I noticed next, almost immediately, in fact. Her tight suit jacket was pressed against her body with the top most button undone. A button down shirt sat underneath in the same fashion which gave way to a generous view of her cleavage.

Two massive mounds of flesh propped up by her arms and held in place by what had to be the strongest bra in the entire world. I swallowed and looked up, forcing my gaze to go back to her face.

She stood above me, looking down into my eyes. Jet black hair sat tight against her head, pulled back into a ponytail.

“Mr Graham?” She repeated.

“Y-yes,” I managed to get out.

“Stand up.”

I did.

Her eyes searched me up and down like she was trying to find something she had lost, quizzically going over each and every part of me. I felt a bit uncomfortable but I figured she was just sizing me up, trying to see what I was made of.

After a moment of silence she looked me in the eyes again and said,

“Clean this mess up. Then report to my office on the 37th floor. Clarissa will help you.”

The words were a cool and commanding wave that hit me, splashing over my confused state.

Without any further explanation she pivoted and left the office. Her backside was just as impressive as the front; her skirt’s fabric being pushed to its absolute limits by the size of her curves.

Fuck, what was I thinking?

“Uh, should I just shred it all?”

Fuck, what was I thinking??

The question slipped out before I could reel it back in. Uh, uh, uh… she probably doubted my intelligence level already.

Her figure paused in the doorway for a moment and without looking back:

“I don’t care.”

The sound of heels clicking was the only thing left of her after that and even that faded after a few short moments.

I shook off the stupor I was in and got to work. Her demeanor was intoxicating but almost danger to be around and I quickly decided I needed to be on her good side. Stories of interns getting canned or not, she sure scared the shit out of me.

But fuck was she hot. I wondered if the other rumors of her sleeping her way to the top were also true but I shook those off quickly. So far she was living up to her cutthroat reputation. I doubt sex was needed to get where she was. My thoughts continued to betray me as I pictured her bust more than once throughout the day.

_

I worked through lunch until nearly 5pm cleaning out those damned files. Even with all my effort it still wasn’t technically done; boxes lay hidden around the office, waiting for me to rediscover them and curse Randy for sticking me with everything by myself.

The elevator dinged as I stepped out on the 37th floor, stepping out into the lobby and making my way to the receptionist desk.

A large name plate read Clarissa Hutchins. That confirmed I was in the right spot.

“Oh hi there!” The blonde girl said with a slight southern twang in her voice. “You must be Harrison. Ms. Hwang is waiting for you, second to last door on the right.”

I thanked her and walked down the hall, unsure what to think. Was this some cruel prank? Did she have me shred all those files just to say they were crucial in some lawsuit the company was fighting so she could fire me?

Wait, wait that didn’t make sense. I was just getting in my head, that’s all.

Before I realized it, I was at her office. The door was wide open but I gave a polite rap on the door with my knuckles to announce myself.

“Ms. Hwang? You wanted to see me?”

“You’re late.” The answer was short but not angry.

“I just finished the files, I’m so-“

She held up a finger to cut me off, not lifting her head from her work. A few moments squeaked by painfully slowly before she looked up from what she was doing, removing a pair of reading glasses and placing them on the desk.

“You’re late.” She repeated, her gaze set on me.

I wanted to respond, to defend myself. But I couldn’t find the words and I dare not let myself spiral into an emotional outburst despite the pounding of my heart that seemed to be the only noise in this entire room besides her voice.

“Close the door.”

I complied, the door closing and my stomach dropping. Yeah, this was it. I was a goner. A private meeting with the boss known for firing people over coffee orders certainly spelt my doom. If this was it at least I was going out while she chastised me in the hottest outfit known to the world of banking.

She rose from her desk, walking to its front and slightly leaning back on its surface.

“I don’t tolerate tardiness, Mr. Graham. Sit.”

A gesture to the chair in front of her. I complied. Silence while I did so.

For the second time today she looked down at me.

“Tardiness is unacceptable. It’s a stain on the employee, on the company - on me. Don’t you think, Mr. Graham?”

I nodded, sweat building on my brow. Her words were hard to hear over my pounding heart.

“I punish tardiness. I punish laziness. You’ve shown me both today. And I will correct those habits.”

She bit each sentence off, punctuated and purposeful. Still not angry but full of authority.

“But I-“ I gave up as the words feebly fumbled out of my lips.

“I did as you asked…” I managed to get out.

My confidence rose several levels with just that small act of defiance. Had to go down swinging.

“You can’t reasonably expect me to have finished taking care of all those files today and on top of that, how am I late? You never specified - “

My sentence was cut off again and I noticed her tight skirt dropping to the floor. What?

“A man like you needs to be punished.”

The words were barely above a whisper, tickling my ear and sending a tingle throughout my body.

A pair of black, thin underwear dropped to the floor and she deftly kicked them aside with one of her heeled feet.

What the fuck.

Ms. Hwang bent over, her ass opening and pressing into my face, soft flesh enveloping my entire being before I had a chance to react. My lips met hers and I felt a wetness soak my mouth.

What the fuck.

Her thighs rested on my chest, her pussy on my mouth, her asshole on my nose. She smelled like sex and power.

This violated every ethics code in every handbook ever written but I wasn’t thinking about that in this moment.

There was no thought, only instinct. I had been lucky enough to be in this position before, physically, just never in this position.

So I did the only thing I could. I ate my way out.

Ms. Hwang’s supple flesh suffocated me while I pressed my tongue into her wet folds, finding the entrance running my tongue around it. A moan of pleasure encouraged me to keep going.

I devoured her, getting my tongue to her clit then flicking it back to her entrance, moving back and forth as much as our current position allowed me. I prioritized her pleasure over air.

“Good boy.” She purred. An erection raged in my pants.

Eventually, I did have to disengage and fill my lungs with oxygen, a few deep breaths bringing me back to full stamina.

“You’re not done.”

Ms. Hwang’s hand guided my face back into her curves, this time the entrance of her ass meeting my mouth. I pressed myself eagerly against it, the tight muscle contracting around my tongue.

Pushing, prodding, licking. I attacked her asshole with every possible move I had, saliva dripping from her flesh and coating my mouth, mixing with her own bodily fluids already sticking to my skin.

Eventually I felt her let out a deep moan and buck her lower half into my face, legs trembling.

She stood up, immediately going to recollect her undergarments and skirt. Within moments she was dressed like nothing had happened, sitting back in her chair with her desk in between us.

“That’s all for today, Mr. Graham. Be grateful I didn’t decide to dock your pay.”

“Th-thank you, ma’am.”

I stammered. For just a moment we sat in complete silence. The only noise was, once more, my heartbeat echoing in my ears. Though this time you could have convinced me that my dick was the one pumping blood throughout my body.

She glanced down over the desk at my predicament and looked around her desk.

“Take this. I need it faxed to an important client.”

A paper slid across the wooden surface of her desk with a yellow sticky note on it. The paper was a jumble of financial information I had no ability to discern at the moment; the note a fax number.

“Of course,”

I mumbled. I took the paper but remained seated. It would be useful if the blood in my body retreated to other, less notable places.

Ms. Hwang had returned to her work but glanced back up at me.

“Now.”

The slightest hint of irritation tinged her words. I obeyed.

Moving as quickly as I could and holding the paper flimsy in front of my pants, I made my way down the hall to the elevators. The other executive offices were already emptied out - presumably out drinking already.

Clarissa was at her desk and I reddened as I scooted past her, twisting my hips away from her as I got in sight of the elevators.

“Take care now!”

She cheerfully sang. I threw a weak “You too” and hit the elevator button a half dozen times.

Back on my floor I went to the fax machine, popped in my newly received six digit employee code and sent the file to the number on the note.

I grabbed my things and made my way home, all of it a blur. I don’t even remember getting off at my exit.

That night, Ms. Hwang’s scent clung to my upper lip. I thought of her, the moment I first saw her figure in my doorway, the moment I realized she was exposing herself to me.

I jerked off to those thoughts and went to sleep, wondering what was in store for me tomorrow.

_

The next day I arrived to work half an hour early and immediately went to work disposing of the remaining files. Although I was by no means complaining about the method of my “punishment” yesterday I didn’t want to appear incompetent or incur any actual wrath from Ms. Hwang.

I whittled it down to a singular box that contained documents about companies set to go public from the early 2000s. It looked like they were categorized by expected stock price and how well they were predicted to perform on the open market.

In fact, they looked exactly like the type of form I had just faxed out last night.

Oh shit.

Randy interrupted with a playful knock at the door.

“Thought I’d stop by and see if you needed any help with those files, Harry.”

Prick.

He saw the lone box on my desk and whistled.

“Guess you don’t need my help. At least Ms. Hwang won’t be up your ass about it.”

The irony.

“Alright well I’ll catch you later, man. Me and the guys from IT are grabbing drinks tonight. Could use a wingman.”

He played it up like it was supposed to be an honor.

“On a Tuesday?” I asked.

He shrugged. “End of the quarter crunch it happens almost every night. Be there.”

He shouted the last words as he walked away toward the receptionist desk on our floor, shooting finger guns at the girl behind the counter.

It was halfway through the quarter.

Randy’s conversation had completely pulled me out of my train of thought, distracting me from the final box of files.

As I started pulling out yet another form to mark their disposal, my initial investigative lead came back to me.

I pushed the box to the side and grabbed the paper I had faxed yesterday. It still sat on my desk as the only paper in the “incoming” tray that sat there.

Reading it over I set it down and exhaled. Oh shit.

There were numbers and projections for a an offshoot pharmacy company that was going public within the next couple weeks with massive implications on stock market value.

And I had just sent it out to… well to whom I didn’t know. This was the most illegal shit I’d ever seen and my digital finger prints were all over it.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

She had set me up, fucked my face and made me commit insider trading while I was too dumbfounded to remember my name.

I grabbed the box of files and quickly filled out the memo that went with it, hurriedly bringing it down to the intern bullpen.

When I got there I found the first bright eyed, moon faced kid I saw and put the box on his desk. He actually wasn’t much younger than I was all things considered; in a corporate office, however, even a few years of experience makes for a huge gap.

“I need you to dispose of these. You can use the shredder in IT, if they give you trouble, tell them to see me.” I handed the memo to him as I spoke.

He took it reluctantly, saying, “Yeah man, who are you again? I’m kinda busy with other projects right now.”

No surprise, I had been here a grand total of one and a half days. He ironically had more experience here than I did.

“For fuck’s sake, man, it’s one box. It’s also a project directly from Ms. Hwang.”

The intern noticeably straightened in his chair at the mention of her name.

“Ah, shit man, why didn’t you say so? Yeah, anything for the boss.”

“Thanks. Please don’t fuck it up.”

He nodded, knowing the implications, grabbing the box and scuttling off as fast as the weight of the files would let him.

I returned to my office, grabbing the paper and heading to the 37th floor.

The elevator dinged as I stepped out onto the executive floor, beelining to Clarissa’s desk.

“Is Ms. Hwang in her office?”

She gave me a puzzled look. I think she was considering lying to me.

“Yes… but she doesn’t like unannounced visitors.”

“I’ll take my chances, thanks Clarissa.”

I said the last part as genuinely as I could, meaning it. She looked after me as I walked down the hall but didn’t make an attempt to persuade me otherwise.

The door was open again, Ms. Hwang in the same position behind her desk as she was when I arrived yesterday, studiously working. My heart skipped a beat. I was nervous.

“What is this?”

I mustered enough courage to ask the question indignantly, my voice breaking the white noise of office sounds behind me.

She looked up from her desk slowly, unbothered by my tone. I waved the paper in the air and approached her desk, tossing it down.

“You could get me fired. Or put in fucking prison.”

She still looked at me without saying a word.

“This is some crazy shit.” I emphasized, trying not to raise my voice.

“You didn’t like my loyalty test?” She answered, coolly.

“Test? That’s what you call this? I just committed fraud, insider trading at its literal, core definition.”

I hissed, my voice low.

“After what I did for you, you completely -“

“Enough.”

The command stopped me dead in my tracks, her hand held up to impede the flow of my words.

Ms. Hwang stood from her desk and walked around to face me, only a couple feet of space left in between us.

“The client wasn’t real.”

“What?”

“That number I gave you goes directly to Clarissa’s desk. When you sent it, I assumed you did so because you’d do anything for me. That’s it, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t answer.

She leaned it a bit closer, her tone dropping to a whisper.

“Let me be clear. I own you. I control your job, your future and everything you do here. If I say fax, you fax. If I say more, you give me more,”

The words buzzed in my head like a swarm of gentle kisses. Kisses packed with power.

She continued, “If you were to do something like send a fax without reading it first, I’d have to assume that you were incapable of even the smallest form of critical thinking. We don’t want me assuming that now would we?”

I swallowed and shook my head.

“Good. Now, as I was saying, that fax was a show of loyalty to me, was it not?”

I nodded.

“Good boy.” She purred in my ear. My whole body was overheating.

“As far as what you ‘did’ for me, understand this: you are replaceable until you’re not. One successful task does not validate your worth to me.”

I nodded again.

“I’m glad we understand each other. Now, get out.”

Moments later I was back in my office, head swirling. I didn’t see her the rest of the day. And I did not go drinking with Randy.

Wednesday, around lunch time, the office felt empty. I was fairly reserved still at this point in my short tenure so I wasn’t aware that the lower level employees - those on my floor - usually went out for lunch together. A tradition I soon found meant much more for me than it ever would for them.

Not more than five minutes after I realized the floor was practically empty I heard a knock on my door. Ms. Hwang’s curves filled my doorframe as she let herself in.

A click sounded after the door closed, the two of us locked away from the world in my office.

“What can I do for you?” I breathed out, taken aback by her sudden appearance.

“The report for the Ramirez accident isn’t done yet.”

“Ah yes, I heard that’s Samson’s project, I can make sure that’s covered.”

I was reeling for an answer so I gave the best I could. I wasn’t allowed within a 100 foot radius of that account, certainly not in my first week.

“You better.”

She was already stepping out of her skirt, her heels gracefully holding her up as she maneuvered over to me. No sign of any underwear to be had.

She hoisted herself on my desk, draping her legs over my shoulders and using them to pull me forward. My office chair complied with her command and my face was inches away from her naked waist.

I did was I knew I was expected to do.

My tongue met her expectant flesh and she quivered, holding me down with her hand. Her thighs squeezed the sides of my head as I made her clit my full focus.

Fifteen full minutes passed. It felt like five.

“Eat my ass.” A soft voice with a strong tone.

It was harder from this angle for sure but that didn’t stop me. I keep going until she was leaking on my face, hips bucking with pleasure.

I could have kept going but time was winding down and despite her clear ravenous carnal desires, she was strict. She was professional.

She left me once again smelling like her and wanting more.

“Your effort is duly noted, Mr. Graham.”

The same thing on Thursday and again Friday.

First in her office while she was working - I sat in the same chair where it had all started at the beginning of the week, eating her from behind as she bent down over her desk.

She even took a couple of calls, having to pause when Clarissa asked her if a client could meet with her.

“Tell them I can see them in fifteen minutes.”

I was inconspicuously sitting behind reception with Clarissa in ten. She had to know, there was no way she didn’t. If nothing else I smelled of Ms. Hwang’s perfume constantly.

“Toodaloo!” She hollered as I made a break for the elevators.

The next day, the final of my first week, most of the day slipped by without any word from Ms. Hwang.

Then, at 4:30pm, my desk phone rang. It was floor 37’s reception number. My heart skipped a beat.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Hwang has a project she needs help with this evening, she says it’s approved overtime but you’ll need to leave the office for it.”

So many implications in that sentence and before I could ask Clarissa for more information she gave me the instructions on how to get to the executive parking garage.

“Spot 23, 5:30. She doesn’t like tardiness.” Click.

I was at Ms. Hwang’s car before she was. As she strode in from the private executive elevator she looked me up and down.

“You’re early. Good.”

The front passenger door popped open and she threw her blazer on the seat. Okay. Guess I wasn’t sitting there, then.

A quick tug of her ponytail and she removed her hair tie, inky black streams of hair flowing down her shoulders. Oh shit. She was so hot.

“Do you see that?”

She pointed to a camera behind me on the wall, high up in the corner. It looked incredibly outdated.

“That is one of six in this parking garage alone. Yet only the one at the entrance works.”

I got what she meant immediately. We weren’t actually going anywhere - we had more than enough privacy here.

Ms. Hwang pressed her body against mine, sultry lips attacking my neck in a series of wet kisses.

“Say you’re mine.” She cooed.

“I’m all yours,” I answered, no hesitation.

“You’ll do whatever I ask of you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Her hand worked its way down my crotch, rubbing against my dick, coaxing it into a full erection in seconds.

“Yes ma’am.” I whispered hoarsely.

She ran her tongue from my neck to my ear, hand massaging my ever hardening cock.

“Get in the car.”

I wrenched the door opened and she let herself in first, sitting in the far side of the suburban’s roomy bench.

Time passed differently in there. I’m not sure how long it was that I was face first in her pussy but it felt like a marathon and I had a runner’s high.

We went until she soaked the leather seats.

When she finished straightening herself up she plucked a rag from the back of one of the seats and tossed it at me.

“Clean up.” She ordered.

I looked down at the tent in my pants and back to her, her back already facing me as she began to exit the vehicle.

“That’s it?”

I shouldn’t have said anything but the level of horniness I was currently experiencing could have killed a large animal.

Her head turned back, piqued by the curiosity of me having the gall to ask. Her eyes shifted down to my erection and back up.

“Earn it.”

She got out, strutted to the driver’s side door and got back in, taking the wheel. I saw her eyes appear in the rear view mirror, a piercing look flashing on her face.

“Get out.”

“Yup.”

I hopped out and slammed the door - not too hard - and thanked god I didn’t have to jump through hoops to hide the fact my pants currently hoisted their own flag pole.

The driver window rolled down halfway and something soft and black hit in the chest. I grabbed it, seeing that my hands held the pair of underwear Ms. Hwang had just been wearing. With that, the suburban backed out of the spot and exited down the ramp. I was alone.

I took out my phone and check my time card. An additional two hours of overtime approved for “Strenuous after hours projects.”

_

Several months passed and my arrangement with Ms. Hwang remained largely the same. I still met whatever needs she had - both professionally and personally - but our more intimate meetings had scaled back to once or twice a week.

At first I thought she was preparing to cut me loose but eased my mind when, one day after spending a particularly long time servicing her clit, she said:

“I’m sure you’ve noticed our meetings becoming more infrequent. I’ve been given more responsibility and a new division to handle so it might be slow while I adjust to the workload. It’s harder to think when you’re tongue fucking my brains out 24/7.”

The last line was delivered like she was telling me what she had for lunch that day. At least it was a testament to how ‘useful’ I had been.

I also strode to make great progress in my professional work - I know, unheard of. I made plenty of honest mistakes and got rightfully scolded in front of everyone by Ms. Hwang but I also made great headway, eventually getting unofficially promoted to handle projects above my pay grade.

Life was looking up for Harrison Graham.

One day I entered my office to see a homemade cake on my desk with the phrase “Happy Birthday Harrison!” scrawled in icing.

I immediately recognized the work of Kathy, my floor’s receptionist. Kathy had replaced the younger, more conventionally attractive receptionist that was here when I started. She was more homely, a widow and pushing her mid fifties - but she was the sweetest person in the world.

Most people here were phonies, carbon copies of each other or other wall street nuts. Kathy was authentic and a breath of fresh air in comparison.

I went and thanked her personally, bringing two slices for us to share before too many bodies showed up and asked if they could join in.

A few people trickled into my office over the course of the day to wish me a happy birthday. I politely thanked them one by one, giving a more enthusiastic show of affection for the handful of coworkers I had become semi-close with.

From 11:30-12:30 I was in one of the upstairs conference rooms running second lead on a presentation to an investment firm.

After returning back to my floor I noticed it felt all too quiet. Kathy sat behind her desk and I asked her where everyone was.

“Seems they all packed up and left. Early day from the bosses.”

“Figures,” I groaned. Of course this would happen when I’d be the only person left out.

“I’m out of here too, I just had to stay and let you know. Happy birthday!”

She flashed a warm smile and I reciprocated.

“Oh and you might want to answer your phone! It’s been going off for the last ten minutes at least.”

My phone? I shuffled past the clumps of empty desks and offices until I got to mine, hearing the ringing start again as I got to the doorway.

I was about to pickup instinctually until I saw the number. It was a floor 37 extension but it wasn’t Clarissa.

“Hello?”

“You didn’t tell me it was your birthday.”

Ms. Hwang’s sultry voice came through my receiver.

“Did you like my gift?”

I looked up to the empty office. Ah, that made more sense.

“Yeah I was in an important meeting but I’m just about to pack up and go.”

“No. Not you.” A slight pause before she continued. “I have a 1:30 with some other execs but I can make it quick.”

“Make what quick?”

“Just stay there.” Click.

I sat in anticipation until Ms. Hwang’s familiar shape against my doorframe slid into focus. She closed and locked the door, something she hadn’t done in quite a while. My office was perhaps the most difficult spot for us to meet.

I prepared to see her normal ritual of skirt down, panties kicked to the side in seconds, revealing her well trimmed but still very present bush.

None of that happened.

Ms. Hwang shed her jacket, folding it once and laying it across my desk. She undid her button up and let it hang by her sides, next removing her bra.

The sight of her perfect bare breasts should have killed me. I imagine my heart rate spiked to well above acceptable levels in that moment.

Gravity clung to them like two planets, pulling their round form down like teardrops from a giant. Her areolae were their own small solar systems, large and imposing on her breasts in a way that excited me far more than it should.

My face was suddenly enveloped by them as she pressed their squishy form into me, allowing me to shower them in kisses. I ran my tongue over their soft surface until I found her nipples, sucking and licking with unbridled lust.

She pushed me down onto my chair, my connection to her tits lost. “Sit.”

Kneeling in front of me she deftly unbuckled and unzipped my pants, tugging at them until they were around my ankles.

My dick was already starting to get hard. She kissed it through the fabric of my underwear, speeding up the process.

Then the underwear themselves were shed and she took me into her mouth gently, steadying my shaft with a hand.

Slowly at first but gaining with speed and fervor she bobbed her head up and down, tongue and mouth enveloping my cock.

The pleasure was intense and I fought the urge to make more noise - small grunts and groans were all I let escape. My body did the rest of the talking, my legs shaking and cock twitching in her mouth.

Her actions became more intense, using her tongue around the length of my shaft and twisting with one of her hands.

I could feel myself getting closer. It didn’t take much with how pent up I was.

Then, another prick ruined it.

“Hey Harry, saw your light on. You still in there? Everyone’s supposed to have gone home.”

Fucking Randy. I was losing focus as his annoying voice penetrated my door.

“Y-yeah. What’s up.” I managed.

“Well I’m looking for a second set of eyes on my report for the Ramirez account, you down?”

Bullshit he wanted a second set of eyes, he wanted me to do it for him. People were quick to warn me of Randy’s habit of dumping work on others.

Ms Hwang hadn’t missed a beat, unbothered by the intruder.

“I mean I could come back if you’re busy I just know it would probably get you on Ms. Hwang’s good side. Never hurts to be there.”

With those words, she took my dick all the way to the base and held it there for a few solid seconds, coming back up with strings of saliva dripping from her mouth. Fuck.

I bit my lip to avoid audibly yelping in pleasure and just said, “Yeah man I don’t know, maybe another time.”

I could hear him shrug and say, “Suit yourself. If it were me I’d want to be in the position to impress her.”

He didn’t know the half of it. Fucking prick.

I didn’t say anything and let him walk away. As soon as his footsteps faded, a new sensation hit my member.

Looking down I saw Ms. Hwang had pressed her breasts together on each side of my shaft, using her hands to create pressure while still sucking my tip.

Holy fuck. I was titty fucking Ms. Hwang!! I thought.

It didn’t take long for me to reach my limit for real this time. Her mouth formed a tight suction around my head as my dick pulsed and twitched in her mouth, my orgasm shaking my entire lower body.

She withdrew after a few moments of waiting, steadying my shaft with her hand. Her mouth opened to reveal the white mess I had left behind. Then it closed and she swallowed.

Holy. Fuck.

Wiping the spittle off her chin, she stood and recollected herself. In moments, she was fully dressed, turning and walking out of my office.

“Happy birthday, Mr. Graham.”

Fuck.

_

At the one year mark I had my annual employee performance evaluation. A typical assessment included an employee write up about their accomplishments that year, their supervisor giving their own input about the same then a final assessment following a percentage based system.

It was all capped off with a one on one with employee to supervisor that was supposed to focus on what the employee needed in order to perform better or what they wanted to accomplish over the course of the next year.

My entire evaluation was done before I set a foot into Ms. Hwang’s office. She had signed everything and told me I had a couple areas to improve in but was making great headway overall.

Then she unzipped the dress she was wearing and I saw her entire body for the first time ever. I was used to seeing the bottom half of her naked and was lucky enough to have seen the top once or twice but this was everything.

The only thing that encumbered her skin was the addition of leather straps that crossed her stomach and in between her breasts, thighs and neck, small chains connecting the ends of some of the straps. A dominatrix type look.

She undressed tied me to the chair I sat in and made me pledge my fealty to her, telling me several times to say that she owned my body and my career. I happily complied.

She touched herself as I continued to pour out my commitments to her authority.

Eventually, finally, we had sex. Full penetrative, penis in vagina, her riding my cock sex.

She slid down my member, her wet walls sucking on my sensitive shaft with a deep hunger. She spit in my mouth and began riding me with an uncontrollable lust.

As I reached my climax she whispered in my ear, voice still even and commanding.

“Cum. Cum inside of me. Cum inside of me..!”

I exploded inside of her, unable to contain myself. In the moment I had no idea if it was safe or not but I did not give a fuck. It was the best thing I ever felt.

She finished with me, the first moment of actual intimacy we’d experienced in the last year.

“Good boy,” she said in her usual purr, pulling herself off of me, semen leaking down her thigh.

This trend continued for the next decade, a sweet blur of work, sex, working while having sex and most of all - her.

Ms. Hwang and I had to start seeing each outside the office more often when we started having actual sex, leading to me seeing a lot of her penthouse apartment.

I still serviced her in the office whenever she called upon me and my annual evaluations remained the same. One year she even had Clarissa join in on the assessment and we spent the night in an intoxicating threesome. I knew she knew. I fucking knew it.

Over time, our sexual relationship evolved and grew. Most of the time she was the dominant one but I filled the role when I had to.

She became the head of the corporation after some time - no surprise there - and she was all power all the time. So she occasionally requested that I dominate her.

She had me degrade her with name calling, make her beg just to suck my dick and fuck her ass to ‘teach her a lesson.’

I was nervous at first but started to really enjoy and look forward to those sessions. But nothing, and I mean nothing ever beat a “Good boy” after eating her ass out or cumming inside her.

Oh, yeah - full hysterectomy, too. Medical issues she didn’t feel like she had to disclose but it meant she was more than confident to let me finish inside.

It’s been the best ten years of my life and I hope for ten more.

Our sex life has reached a peak few humans get to. A peak that comes with lots of trust from exploring each others’ bodies thoroughly.
_

“Do you even know what time it is? Why don’t you come to bed?”

The words pulled me from my writing as I turned to see Liana standing in the doorway like I had seen so many times before. She stood there, breasts as beautiful as the day I had first seen them, donning only a translucent robe that didn’t offer much in terms of coverage.

I chuckled lightly and said, “I must not have realized it was so late. I was just writing. About how we first met.”

“Oh yeah? Let me see if it’s as accurate as it should be.” She sauntered over, heavy tits resting on my back as she leaned over my shoulder.

“Hmmm… not bad.” She flipped through a few pages of my inky handwriting, leaving it on the final one.

“I could read this… or we could recreate it.”

Without waiting for an answer she spun my office chair around and turned her body, bending her ass until she was sitting on my face.

“Good boy…” she moaned. “Eat my ass, just like that.”

My notebook sat open to the last page, a makeshift epilogue reading:

My name is Harrison Hwang and this was my story.

END

Ladies and gentlemen - sex. This is Part 2 of 4 in a series, I highly recommend reading Part 1 first. Feedback always welcomed, enjoy.

Part 2 - Lust

Michael let Elba’s lips sink into his, their soft tenderness firmly pressing into his mouth. He didn’t think, he didn’t hesitate he didn’t try to rationalize the situation.

The alcohol and previous events of the night had reached a crescendo of decision making that allowed this kiss to be possible.

And it felt good. Really good.

Her body was pressed against his as they began to devour each other, wasting no time in parting their lips for tongues to pass by one another and into their opponent’s mouth.

The clash of their mouths was like waves back and forth, Elba’s body rocking on top of his. She began to grind on him, her hips gently creating an extra layer of motion as their lust enveloped one another.

“Dayum.” The single word left Rylah’s mouth as she sat in shock, looking to Emelia and Blaire for reactions.

“Fuck that’s hot…” Blaire whispered and began gently nibbling on Emelia’s neck, jump starting the passionate make out session the two had earlier.

“Am I really going to be the fifth wheel here…?” Rylah scoffed, “After all that planning of getting laid? And everything I’ve done for yall?”

Her half serious pleas fell on deaf ears as the two pairs were locked in on their respective partners.

Rylah rolled her eyes and bit her lip playfully. “I wanted to go out and get me a man tonight and I’m gonna do just that.”

Michael felt her slink up behind Elba who was just surfacing for air, her gaze locking in on his as a strand of saliva held for a moment between their lips.

He felt her grab his hand and gently guide it up her body until it rested on her breast. The dress only hid so much and the texture beneath was soft and welcoming. Was she not wearing a bra?

The realization of this coupled with her hips softly grinding on his crotch caused his dick to flare into a full erection, his hard shaft rubbing against her body through their clothes.

She left out a soft moan and smiled down at him, acknowledging the presence of his erection. Her grinding amplified against him and pressed down on his sensitive member. This was moving fast. So fast. But it felt so right.

“What are you getting yourself into, girly?”

Rylah purred as she wrapped her arms around Elba’s shoulders.

“Oh fuck…” the soft exclamation escaped from Elba’s lips as Rylah closed in, their mouths meeting in a firey display.

Michael’s dick got even harder.

What was happening? What did he stumble into? Was there some previous chemistry between these two he didn’t know of?

Michael was, ironically, too inebriated to realize that the combination of an aphrodisiac that impaired logic and reasoning combined with pent up emotional trauma and sexual desire was all bursting forth in a room full of, to be blunt, very attractive people.

What Michael did realize was that he was watching two insanely attractive women kiss while one of them dry humped him with increasing speed and fervor.

Elba’s dress fell to her sides, the straps removed by Rylah’s diligent hands, revealing a pair of supple, olive toned breasts with soft brown nipples. Michael’s heart leapt as his body tried to process what his mind was continually taking in.

Rylah had unzipped and undone the dress while Michael was attempting to catch up with the situation at hand. Elba broke off the kiss she was currently maintaining to lean forward and kiss Michael on the mouth again - then again on the neck, his chest, his stomach….

She was sliding off of him, working her way down and kissing as she went. He watched her hands fumble with his belt buckle, unzip his pants and yank them away.

His fully erect cock rose as if it were being summoned, hidden only by the pair of black underwear he currently wore.

His heart beat so fast he was sure it was outside of his body. It had been so long since he had done anything sexual with a new person and this encounter was skyrocketing his endorphins.

Both Elba and Rylah kneeled on the ground before him, Elba looking directly at him with an intense gaze of lust and need. Rylah had an unmatched fire in her eyes, a wild look that any man would be both eager to see and yet scared to truly explore.

Without waiting for words to be exchanged or interruptions to be had, Elba tugged away the last remaining article of clothing away from his lower half, allowing Michael’s cock to spring up in front of her. Without missing a beat and maintaining full eye contact, Elba took the head into her mouth, gently sucking.

“Fuck yes…”

Rylah words and Michael’s soft groan noted both of their approval.

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Elba didn’t know she was going to do what she did. She just went for it. Kissing Michael in the moment felt right, it felt like justice. For him, for her. Fuck Josh and Sarah.

Then it felt good. Like really, really good. A nagging voice in the back of her head told her it was the booze talking but she shoved it down by shoving her tongue down his throat. It was incredible.

This was the passion and fire that was missing from her time with Josh. She wanted more of it. So she kept going.

Her entanglement with Rylah wasn’t planned - not much of this was - but it was welcomed. Elba realized, maybe through the enlightenment of the tequila, that she did indeed like what she saw.

As their lips interlocked she imagined Rylah shedding her jeans to reveal her round, mocha colored ass, pressing it against her and begging her to taste her. Fuck. That was new.

Elba had been with a girl in that “we’re college girls let’s experiment” type of way as a freshman - she liked it well enough but this was the first time she truly lusted after another female.

The spark that ignited between their lips was reciprocal, Elba was sure of it. She saw a fire in Rylah’s eyes she had seen once or twice before.

Moving now out of pure instinct and lust for the two people next to her, Elba made her way down to Michael’s erection, freeing it from its shackles. This was it. There was no going back.

She removed his underwear and it sprang into her face. Taking just a moment to admire the shape and size - just right by her standards - she grabbed it and guided it to her mouth, enveloping the head with her lips and tongue.

An immediate vocal response let her know she was doing it right. When was the last time she did this, anyway?

Josh had demanded blowjobs regularly to the point she refused most of his requests, citing it to be one sided and boring. Of course there were plenty of other issues that made her not want to be intimate with him… was that why he cheated? Was she at fault? Had she let neglect build between them, enough to push him away?

She discarded the intrusive thoughts away and just silently hoped Michael wouldn’t mind her rustiness on the matter. Her head bobbed gently up and down, the swaying playing into her tipsy state, creating a comforting rhythm as his hard shaft slid in and out of her mouth.

“More,” Rylah cooed. “Girl you gotta get some passion going, don’t tell me that’s the only move in your bag. You want to suck his soul out not rock him to sleep.”

Elba didn’t stop to acknowledge Rylah’s words as her now giddy roommate knelt behind her, instead moving her head up and down slightly faster, taking more of Michael into her mouth as she did. Rylah’s hands found purchase on her shoulders, gently rubbing and massaging them, working their way down her arms, then breasts.

She moaned but still held his cock firmly in her mouth, adding eagerness to her work as Rylah fondled her breasts and peppered soft kisses on her neck.

The pair of ebony hands slipped away from Elba’s form as Rylah positioned herself to her immediate right, kneeling in front of Michael.

“I missed my chance to go out and get some tonight,” she hummed. “Mind if I join you?”

Elba raised her head, her hand steadying Michael’s now wet member.

“Not at all,” she replied softly, leaning in to kiss Rylah.

The two shared a soft embrace of lips at first that quickly turned into a voracious, sloppy kiss that broke away to turn their attention to Michael. His cock twitched in her hand, a bead of pre cum leaking from the tip.

She matched Rylah’s lead as their tongues touched the middle of his shaft, moving up and down in sync. They stared into each other’s eyes as they did so and Elba realized just how turned on she was.

She’d been horny before but this was lust like she had never experienced. Her body felt like it was floating, her pussy throbbing with excitement.

The two began to get off rhythm, forming an alternating pattern of pleasure up and down. When she reached the head, Rylah reached the base and vice versa.

After alternating a few times and watching Michael squirm in his seat she smiled, reaching the base and gently - slowly - taking one of his balls into her mouth.

The act garnered an immediate response as his body tensed up. Rylah’s dark lips had found purchase at the head, taking him into her mouth. She rotated her entire head as she bobbed it up and down on his cock, her tongue sticking out and canvassing his flesh as she did so. A pro, much better than her.

Elba removed her mouth, allowing saliva to drip from it, standing up as her roommate continued to perform acts that would make a porn star jealous.

She slipped out of her dress fully and followed it by casting aside the black laced underwear she chose that gave her a secret confidence boost every time she wore them. That boost wasn’t needed anymore. She was free and feeling good. Amazing. She needed more.

Her body completely bare before him, she stared Michael in the eyes, sauntering over to him. He maintained eye contact despite Rylah’s efforts to make him do otherwise.

Elba straddled him as she did earlier but instead of sitting on his lap she pressed her body against him, resting her pussy on his face.

“My turn,” she said.

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Michael was powerless, his autonomy completely removed from him - in the best way possible.

He sat on the couch in a pleasant state of shock as first Elba, then Rylah, took him into their mouths and sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

The moment Elba decided to take off his underwear he knew there was no going back. He didn’t even try to stop her. Now that the line had been crossed, the threshold breached, he was ready to do anything. He wanted to pour himself into these girls, make them his, let him be theirs.

Michael was unaware his body could crave physical pleasure this much. He had always had a steamy sexual relationship with Sarah - until relatively recently, that is - and their physical cravings for one another were always pretty intense.

This superseded that by a decent margin. The events of the night had created a flurry of emotions and desires so complex that they were rearing their heads in the form of a singular, focused directive. Pleasure.

As he watched Elba release him from her mouth, his head comfortably sitting on Rylah’s wet tongue, she looked directly into her eyes. He watched as she fully undressed, as she made her way closer to him.

He felt like he was seeing a woman naked for the first time in his life. Like he was about to have sex for the first time ever. The intensity between the two grew rapidly since they kissed, souls interlinked by a shared trauma and the opportunity to absolve that trauma.

Her naked form crested his, her knees bending as she wrapped her thighs around his head like a soft pillow.

“My turn,”

He barely heard the request as a pounding in his head reflected his own heartbeat, moving on instinct and not command.

His tongue met her soft opening, the wetness from her excitement immediately apparent as he tasted her. Eagerness sat in as he focused on her clit, moving his tongue around in shapes on her sensitive spot.

Loud moans escaped her lions from above him and her hips involuntarily jerked back in response. He grabbed her ass, pushing her back into his face, focused on devouring her while his hands palmed her round, firm cheeks, gripping onto them and securing her in place.

Pleasure continued to emanate from below, a hand now assisting Rylah’s mouth in stroking his cock. Fuck. He couldn’t speak to voice his enjoyment with Elba’s flesh pressed firmly into his face but he felt the rising tension. If Rylah wasn’t careful he’d be filling her mouth very soon.

As if she could read his mind - or perhaps felt the physical tension building - she released him from her mouth, her hand slowly stroking the slick surface she left behind. He felt her drool leaking down his shaft over his balls and thighs.

Michael was right the first time. Slut was the right word.

After being freed from the impending feeling of an orgasm, he once again diverted his full efforts to Elba. Her legs twitched and shook as his tongue went to work and he heard “Right there… right there… right there….” Whispered over and over again.

Then - climax. Elba’s body shook, her lower half clenching around Michael’s face, thighs pressing into him.

“Fuck,” she breathed and slid off of him. Rylah’s hand - and the rest of her - had left Michael’s cock twitching and covered in saliva, momentarily stepping away as he had finished off Elba.

She had momentarily collapsed on the couch next to him, causing him to look over and catch Blaire and Emelia in his sight. He was so overtaken with the events of the last several minutes he had completely forgotten they were here.

The two girls had completely undressed, Emelia’s milky white skin met by Blaire’s deep tan as the two had their legs open and facing each other, holding the other’s thighs while grinding their groins together.

Moana escaped their lips as the two scissored, softer more slightly reserved ones coming from Emelia and heavier more intense ones from Blaire.

Unsure of when they had fully undressed Michael silently laughed to himself seeing as they started this whole thing by making out in front of everyone. Or at least they could playfully blame them for doing so.

His gaze was broken from the lustful lesbian scene playing out on the love seat and brought back to Elba as her finger guided his chin to face her.

“Wanna fuck?”

The question caught him off guard, a breathy, seductive inquiry that made his already hard cock twitch with delight.

“Of course,” he breathed, their hot breath intertwining as their faces hovered inches away from each other.

“Good,” she giggled, sliding back as Rylah walked back into view.

She held a shiny golden packet in her hand - a condom. It became clearer in his head as she opened it, removing the rubber ring from its sheath.

Kneeling down once again, Rylah placed the ring in her mouth making an “O” with her lips, leaning down so his tip lined up with the opening.

Her head lowered gently to not create too much friction as her mouth applied the condom to his dick. She pushed all the way to the base, taking him to the back of her throat and holding it there. Another involuntary moan as the tightness of her throat welcomed him in.

A gasp of air as she removed her head and she smiled slyly at Michael, using her hand to smooth the condom out over his shaft.

She slapped it against her face, her eyes closing, her lips parting in ecstasy.

“Don’t make me wait too long,” she directed to Elba who was already straddling Michael for the third time.

Instead of answering, she lowered her hips down, guiding his shaft to her entrance. They both breathed heavily as he began to enter her, sharing a soft moan and launching into a deep kiss.

Elba began riding him, the tight walls of her pussy squeezing his cock, immediately putting him back in the zone of fighting back an orgasm.

She felt so good. The best he’d ever had. Rylah’s hand was working his balls as Elba rode him, pushing him even closer.

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Elba melted around his member, the tightness creating immediate waves of pleasure that she wanted to ride all night. And ride she did.

Her hips started with a slow rhythmic bounce that gained traction into an intense motion that slammed her ass into his thighs over and over, a steady “slap slap slap” noise filling the room.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Emelia and Blaire momentarily look up from their scissoring session, watching her intense rodeo ride.

Emelia said something that Elba couldn’t concentrate on enough to make out to which Blaire nodded at with eagerness, kissing her and leaving the room promptly.

These were all small distractions as a small flame began to build inside her, a flame whose sparks were fanning more and more with each slap of her body against Michael’s.

Then she felt it. Rylah’s hands went from fondling Michael’s balls - something she vaguely noticed as her ass collided with his legs - to the curvature of Elba’s backside.

Her hands cupped Elba’s ass in a similar way that Michael had while she was riding his face, now spreading her supple form apart.

A tongue. Her anus was immediately met with Rylah’s tongue, poking, prodding, pushing into her body. She had never been touched there before.

Elba’s asshole flexed in response, the motion of her hips slowing down as a new form of gratification hit her nervous system.

She purposefully slowed her movements even more, switching to a grinding motion and pushing her breasts into Michael’s face. He greeted them with wet kisses, quickly targeting her nipples for even more sensation.

The attack of tongues from both ends and the angle of his dick inside her was stoking the embers into a fully fledged fire inside her.

Rylah’s tongue left her flesh, her asshole dripping from the attention it received.

“Stop me if this gets uncomfortable,”

Rylah’s velvety voice sang into Elba’s ear as she felt a prodding against her ass. A finger. It swirled around the saliva covered entrance, prodding and pushing like Rylah’s tongue had first done.

She was preparing her, she realized. The tongue felt amazing by itself but it was only a harbringer of what was to come.

A gasp as her asshole welcomed her roommate’s finger, slightly tight and uncomfortable at first but easily masked by the dick filling her other hole.

“Oh fuck…” this time a response from Michael, his mouth leaving Elba’s tits for the first time, wet marks remaining on her hardened nipples.

“You feel that too, huh? Does it feel good? When I finger her ass do you feel it?”

Rylah’s dirty talk sent both of them into a moment of tension, their bodies simultaneously reacting and convulsing.

“More…”

Elba begged, returning to her soft riding technique, not going too fast to avoid making things more difficult for Rylah. It felt too good.

Rylah upped the motion and intensity of her fingering as Elba’s tight ass accepted her finger with less reluctance, the dripping saliva lubing the way.

“Cum for me,” Rylah cooed into their ears. “Cum for me.”

Eye contact with Michael first, then Elba.

“Cum for me, come on.”

She repeated the phrase as Elba and Michael’s breaths drew shorter, their mounting pleasure now in sync with one another, the flames turning to a wildfire inside of Elba.

With Rylah’s encouragement, she reached climax. Her body spasmed and her pussy tightened. She felt his cock contract and pulsate inside of her - even through the condom. They came together, making faces of pleasure in unison.

Rylah’s smirk grew wider as she withdrew, letting Elba slump off of Michael and onto the couch. Her body still tingled.

Removing the condom and placing it on the table, Elba watched as Rylah made a pouting face at him.

“Nothing for me?”

She said, stroking his cock. It had lost most of its rigidness, reduced to a soft putty in her hands.

“Give…. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be good to go.”

He panted, reassuring her. Her smile flashed back on her face and she turned to Elba, lying next to her, her legs sticking into the air.

“Darling, would you help me out while I wait?”

Elba smiled at her, recollecting herself and slinking to the floor. She pressed her tongue against Rylah’s clit and got to work.

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Michael had literally seen stars when he came. The full body orgasm was something he had never experienced but had now reached. And it was thanks to Rylah.

Her finger stimulating him from the inside of Elba’s ass and her coaxing words sent him over the edge.

Being inside Elba felt incredibly amazing on its on and he loved the moments they shared but it was elevated to the next level once Rylah inserted herself. Literally.

A few moments later, Blaire reentered the room with a large vibrating wand and strap-on contraption in hand.

“Oh shit, getting serious?” He inquired with a bit of teasing.

“Like you wouldn’t know,” she winked back. She handed the wand to the eager Emelia who blew her a kiss and switched it on. Blaire fumbled with the strap on for a moment before looking back at Michael.

He sat there as Elba went down on Rylah, trying to decide what was the best way for him to get involved. His flaccid cock sat there, temporarily out of order.

“You, uh, need help with that thing?”

Blaire teased back, nodding at his useless member.

He laughed, “Yeah, I guess I do. Time’s the best helper though.”

He threw up a quick shrug. Blaire eyed him coyly and leaned down to whisper something to Emelia.

“Okay!” She said, excited.

He shot back a quizzical glance as they moved over to the couch with him, opposite the side where Elba and Rylah were getting busy.

“I kinda swore off guys after my last relationship buuuuut…”

Blaire looked at Rylah. “This one will be mad at me if there was a chance for me to help her get some dick and I didn’t.”

“Damn right,” Rylah breathed between moans.

Michael turned back as Blaire’s frame leaned over from the couch, her head at his crotch level. Her maneuvered his soft member into her mouth and took long, deliberate pulls at it, sucking until her cheeks hollowed.

It felt great and Michael noticed some life flood his cock again.

“Keep going,” he whispered.

Blaire took his cock all the way to the base with no effort. Pulling her head up and away, her tongue slid all the way back to the tip. She repeated this several times, her throat receiving a slightly more hard version of his dick every time.

“Fuck, you’re a miracle worker,” he moaned.

“No gag reflex, I can do all sorts of crazy stuff.” She winked at him.

“Too bad girls are more my speed now, a glorious gift wasted on bastard like me,”

She smiled cheekily, still stroking his cock.

“Oh? Still into girls? What’s this then?”

Michael gestured down with his head.

“It’s business, not pleasure.” She pushed back in a playful tone. “Same as this.”

She leaned down again and took his entire length to the back of her throat, staying down for several moments as saliva pooled around the base of his shaft.

Kissing the tip gently as she came up, forcing a twitch and a clear sign of being ready to go again from his cock as she did.

“See. All business.” Blaire purred.

“Now, get busy. I have to fuck my girlfriend.”

She stood up, adjusting the strap-on and allowing Emelia to lie on her back next to Michael. Her and Rylah were both in the same exact position on either flank of him, legs hovering in the air.

Emelia looked at Michael, her bangs messy from being caressed by Blaire all night.

“I’ve - I’ve never been with a man before. I wanted to try something. May I?”

She pointed to his now erect dick, insinuating she wanted to touch it.

“Oh yeah, by all means.”

He thought it both odd and sweet that she asked for consent - the only hesitation in his mind was that Rylah wouldn’t want to be kept waiting.

She curled her fingers his shaft, gently, softly stroking it.

Blaire inserted the shaft of the strap-on into Emelia, a moan escaping her lips as she kept stroking Michael.

“Tighter,” he said softly and she tightened her grip, stroking with more vigor as Blaire fucked her.

Slap, stroke, slap, stroke.

The rhythmic noises bounced off one another as Emelia took Blaire deep inside of her. Her eyes rolled back and black lipstick stained mouth pursed in an “O.”

She stroked him harder and faster, Blaire’s spit still lubricating the shaft. Rylah’s hand reached from the left, joining Emelia on his cock. Her dark hand contrasted with Emelia’s pale one, the two stacked on top of one another, moving up and down up and down…

“I think someone else wants it more than I do…” she giggled.

Michael felt Rylah’s mouth on his neck, her hot breath tickling his skin.

“I’m ready,” she breathed against him. “Take me.”

It was plead and a command all in one. And he was more than willing to comply.

Elba had situated herself in the loveseat across from them with her gaze set upon the pair.

Michael stood up, understanding Rylah’s sexual adeptness and desires, grabbing her by her waist and rolling her over.

“Ah~” a tiny moan of satisfaction as he did so, her round ass facing him now.

Fuck she was hot, her mocha skin gleaming, her asshole a few shades darker. He slapped his dick on her cheeks, jiggling them.

“Don’t be a tease,” she quipped, “Put it in.”

“Wait… I’ll go get another condom.”

“No. Do it now. I’m safe.”

He did as he was told, fully trusting her. Palming one side of her ass with one hand and guiding his member with the other, he entered Rylah. Her tight, wet folds welcomed him in and he began gently thrusting back and forth.

They were at an angle which meant Elba could see everything. She breathed heavily as she touched herself, pleasuring herself to their acts.

Emelia lay next to Rylah, both getting railed by their respective partners, moans filling the air as Blaire and Michael thrust into them.

Michael looked down at Rylah’s ass shaking with each collision of their body, her curves bouncing in a perfect wave over and over.

A pair of hands draped over his shoulders as he felt Elba’s naked form pressed against him. She softly kissed the back of his neck and slunk down to the opposite side of her roommate.

Elba placed her face on the crest of Rylah’s back, feeling her ass shake and watching Michael’s cock slide in and out of her.

Fuck that was hot. Wanting to be involved somehow someway, Elba got an idea.

“Fuck my mouth,”

Michael, mid stroke, looked at her. His dick slid out of Rylah who let out a defiant sigh and into Elba’s waiting mouth.

He thrust a few times as she openly received him, then back to Rylah’s pussy, back to Elba’s mouth, swapping between the two eager wet holes.

It literally didn’t get better than this.

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Elba tasted both him and Rylah on his dick when it entered her mouth and she was ecstatic. It made her pussy throb; when Rylah was done she would demand a second turn.

Maybe she would have him take her from behind and eat out Rylah as she did it. A perfect threesome sandwich.

Dick back in her mouth.

Or maybe she’d lay missionary style and he could fuck her while they stared into each others eyes again. That was fun.

Dick out.

No, she’d make him go down on her until she orgasmed multiple times then do the same to him, taking his hot semen down her throat.

Dick in her mouth again. She sucked it greedily.

As Michael withdrew this time, he slapped the saliva covered tip against her ass, pressing it against the tight hole.

“I told you not to tease me Mikey,” she said.

He pressed his tip against her asshole again, not hard but enough to feel its spongy resistance.

“Oh yeah?”

“That’s it, I need it. I want you to fuck my -“

Rylah never finished her sentence, the kinkiest words of the night cut off by the creak of the front door. The door directly parallel to where all five of them sat on the couch.

In the doorway stood Sarah.

“Are you fucking my boyfriend?”

END PART 2

This is Part 1 of 4 of an erotic story I’m working on based on a writing prompt.

Spoilers - no sex at all in this part, this is entirely set up. Had a blast writing it and I love establishing an environment and characters. Feedback appreciated - enjoy!

Part 1 - Truth

Sarah had introduced Michael to her roommates maybe a dozen times over yet he still didn’t know their names. Faces, faces he knew.

He knew which ones were bratty and bitchy, which ones were kind and sweet and which were a solid mixture of both - as long as he was looking at their faces.

And if their defining physical features weren’t enough, each of the four girls had distinct fashion styles that fit their personalities, making it even easier to tell them apart.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like them or thought less of them - though they did get on his nerves occasionally - in fact, he was glad that they weren’t the typical basic college girl stereotype he had feared them to be when Sarah first decided to move in with them.

Names just didn’t seem to matter when he was hardly here to converse with them much less make friends.

Frankly, Michael was only ever at Sarah’s place to have sex, sleep or leave after just having done one of those two things. They lived almost an hour apart now that she was attending college at a four year university.

Between her studies, his job and the travel distance, spending time together was starting to feel more and more like work.

It had been like that for nearly two years now, coming up on a year at current place. So when he was asked to be the designated driver for a group of girls he hardly knew, he was a little taken off guard.

Traveling all the way to her place just to not get laid and chauffeur people he hardly knew around a town he’d hardly been in was…

“… and you’ll drive Rylah over to the party tonight for me still, right?”

Sarah’s pale skin had that faint smile she always gave when asking for a favor, an “I’m sorry but this would mean a lot!” smile to encourage me to comply.

“Rylah… oh yes, the party, of course. What time?”

Michael’s attention was redirected from his absent daydreaming to the eldest of the five girls in the house before him, her presence immediately felt as she walked into the room.

Her deep mocha colored skin was contrasted by the tight white crop top she wore with flowing sleeves and a generously low cut, her cleavage demanding attention the moment you looked at her. Tight black curls flowed off her head and bounced effortlessly as she moved, wrapping her shoulders in a dark mystique. Her jeans were tight - maybe even a size too small for her curvaceous lower half.

Slutty. That’s how Rylah dressed. No… that wasn’t quite the word for it.

“10pm. Leave here at 9:30, don’t make me late!” She chirped as she turned heel and walked toward the kitchen.

Provocative. That was a more accurate description of the way her mid riff was accentuated by her crop top and high waisted jeans that clung to her backside for dear life.

Plenty of girls dressed like sluts - of course they did, it was a college town - but there was a touch more sophistication in the way Rylah presented herself. She wanted to seen - she wanted to show off but she wasn’t going to give up anything immediately. At least that was the justification running through Michael’s mind.

“I’ve always been jealous of her body I mean I’d kill to have an ass like that!” Sarah joked to him, giggling as she said it.

That conversation from nearly 6 months ago now ping ponged around in his head. He’d noticed before but had never seen her in jeans like that.

Rylah. Maybe he’d be better about remembering that.

Blaire and Emelia graced the top of the stairs next with Blaire shouting down, “Don’t forget us!”

Her joyful demeanor was backed by her sun-kissed skin and plume of blonde hair. If there was a poster girl for “California girl”, it would be Blaire. She oozed positivity and a freedom being herself few college aged people, much less anyone, outwardly expressed.

A tank top two sizes too large hung over her slender but muscular frame, showing off her toned shoulders and arms, a pair of tight denim shorts giving way to powerful runners legs.

Emelia was a bit more reserved, looking joyful but not verbally displaying it, allowing Blaire to take point in the social interaction.

Her black lipstick and eyeliner clung heavily to her face, contrasting with her pale, almost cream colored skin.

Emelia’s bangs fell across her forehead lazily, effortlessly. A black denim jacket sat over an even blacker t shirt with a band’s name scrawled across the front in hardly legible writing. The double layers did little to disguise her bust which pushed the letters out in dramatic fashion, not needing the cut of Rylah’s shirt to demand attention.

A black skirt flitted around her thighs as she walked down the stairs, the pair of women contrasting each other tremendously.

Blaire’s taller frame wrapped around Rylah in the kitchen as she squealed out, “I’m so excited girl! When was the last time you were going out to meet a guy?”

The girls giggled and turned toward each other, immediately diving into hushed gossip about their plans for the night. Emelia slipped into a much more comfortable state as they began talking and to Michael’s surprise, almost seemingly led the conversation once she was involved. Much less reserved once she felt comfortable around her people. He understood that.

Sarah gave him a light squeeze on the arm and said, “Still good to shuttle these drunkards there?”

Michael nodded, “Seems easy enough, you’re bringing them back?”

“Yeah I might be out late studying. Bio final is this week and I can’t afford to fuck it up.”

“Ugh you’re staying out that late? Who am I supposed to fuck while I’m all alone?”

“I’m sure someone will volunteer,”

They both shared a small chuckle and then Michael remembered…

“Oh yeah, it’ll be a squeeze but my car still fits five. Is she coming too? Is, uh…”

A playful eye roll then Sarah opened her mouth to remind me her name for the hundredth time:

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Elba sat in her room and heard the faint sound of laughter burst out from the kitchen below, the unmistakable sound of her roommates after a snarky comment.

This week had been a nightmare for her; an overbearing class load, deteriorating friendships and her stupid fucking manwhore of a boyfriend cheating on her.

She blinked as the thought reentered her head, trying to suppress the anger immediately bubbling back up in her stomach. She hadn’t told anyone in the house yet to avoid being a wet towel… but now she was doing just that.

Sadness, anger, guilt and overwhelming uncertainty swirled in her gut as her life crashed down around her.

Lying on her back on her floor staring at the ceiling, she knew she needed to get up. Force herself to move. To make her body forget.

Everything inside her screamed at her to stay home, curl up with a bottle of wine and drunkenly pass out as Netflix danced her to sleep.

But she needed to hang out with her girls. She needed to find meaning beyond her room. She needed a fucking drink. She was going out with them tonight and she was getting drunk.

Time to get up.

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Michael looked up from his phone as Elba discreetly entered the kitchen, taking the last two steps with a quietness that death envied. He hadn’t heard her start her descent down the stairs - it’s as if she materialized as soon as he lifted his gaze.

The other girls had moved to the living room adjacent to the kitchen, her presence wasn’t immediately detected by the group.

He watched her olive skinned hand quickly wipe the remaining wetness away from her eyes as a deep sadness blanketed her expression. The two made eye contact for a moment and it felt like time slowed.

Her dark, brown eyes were surrounded by the signs of someone who had been crying but were just passable enough to overlook. Her jet black hair was pulled straight back into a tight ponytail and her frame was obscured by a sweatshirt and mismatched sweatpants. Not exactly a leaving the house for the evening outfit.

Michael hadn’t spoken but a few words to Elba in the time he had known her but in this moment he sympathized with her. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was but he recognized the pain on her face all too well.

That sadness that was clinging to her melted away as her and Sarah met in an embrace, a grin flashing across her face.

“Are you sure you’re okay to go out? After Josh…?” She asked, concerned.

Elba slightly recoiled at the mention of his name but her tone didn’t waver.

“I HAVE to get out of here for a bit or I’m going to become that sad girl that just sits at home and eats ice cream for two months.”

Blaire shot her a look then laughed. The girls had just consoled her through a nasty breakup several months prior, just about the time Sarah moved in here. Michael assumed ice cream was her preferred coping mechanism.

He vaguely remembered it as “the big drama” at the time and apparently Sarah was a huge help in getting Blaire back out there running again and even rebounding with one of the participants from the half marathon she did. After that she never looked back.

He had a feeling the group would do the same for Elba tonight. Maybe she’d hit rebound status early and be able to move on, find the same level of freedom and self worth Blaire had clearly found.

When Michael had originally agreed to be their designated driver for the night he was hoping Sarah would be back from her studies to bail him out but it seemed more and more like that wasn’t going to be the case. He wasn’t overly eager to babysit what he now realized were four women already trying to get buzzed, each of them palming or cracking open a seltzer.

But dinner came and passed as the girls slowly began to get alcohol in their system and Sarah was ready to say her goodbye.

Michael, half-joking but half-serious begged her to stay and take the duty of driving away from him. How important were her studies, anyway?

“Well, if I don’t pass biology this year my entire nursing track will be thrown off and I’ll blame it all on you.” She teased. “Plus the girls love you, all you gotta do is make sure they have a good night. Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Those words seemed like a meaningless familiarity, a polite parting phrase that anyone would say to anyone else. But those words would have a drastic impact on Michael’s night - though he didn’t yet understand.

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Elba sat in front of her vanity mirror, lights flashing in front of her, illuminating her newly adorned outfit.

A sequin mini dress with a deep v cut shone back into the mirror, leaving little to the imagination up front. This was an outfit she hadn’t worn while dating Josh, an outfit that had been in the back of her closet since freshman year. And it still fit. Of course it did.

“Damn girl. Damn girl!” Rylah exclaimed.

Her vocal exclamation points were first to Elba’s outfit and then to the crushed seltzer can that she effortlessly tossed into the waste basket.

“I know we’re drinking tonight but we don’t leave for another hour, you’re gonna get that tiny body a little too tipsy,”

She chuckled, laying a hand on Elba’s shoulder. Elba smiled softly and put her hand over Rylah’s.

“Fine but I’m not slowing down when we get there. You might have to scrape me off the floor to get me home.”

“That better not be the case, if I’m scraping you off anything it better be some attractive man’s dick,”

Elba’s mouth fell open but she couldn’t help but laugh, mouthing “you’re bad,” and playfully pushing Rylah.

The two headed downstairs once again to meet with the girls. With Sarah gone, Michael sat alone on one of the couches, sipping an unmarked soda and scrolling on his phone.

Emelia and Blaire ushered them over to the table as four shot glasses, filled to the brim with what Elba thought smelled like tequila, sat in a row on the table.

Her suspicions were immediately confirmed after Blaire slammed down a salt shaker and presented a fresh lime.

“Bottoms up, girlies,”

She winked as she sliced open the lime and distributed four healthy slices to each of them.

Elba’s head immediately welcomed the alcohol as it flowed into her system, adding onto the slight buzz she had been building since dinner. It was gonna be a good night. She was determined to make it one.

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Michael’s focus on his phone broke as he heard a shout of joy from the kitchen, watching a slew of shots being consumed by the group.

It had been just over two hours since dinner had concluded and Sarah had left, leaving him riding solo among her roommates. It was probably high time he actually mingled with them - or at least did something other than scroll twitter and play Pokemon. There wasn’t anything good to catch out here, anyway.

He stood up, awkwardly shuffling past the couch into the entrance of the kitchen, moving toward the group as he tossed his empty soda bottle.

“I could take you guys early, ya know. If you wanted to get a jump on the party I don’t mind.”

He offered, trying to get them to say yes. Anything to be out and back sooner. Maybe Sarah would finish her studies early and they could get busy…

It seemed his offer fell on deaf ears as no one responded, embarrassment immediately surfacing but subduing into curiosity just as quickly.

Rylah’s face had dropped from her flirtatious, playful mood, her sharp features no longer filled with the whimsy or joy they held just moments ago.

She was staring at her phone - but at what, Michael didn’t know. Apparently neither did anyone else.

The girls all sat there with puzzled looks, eyes darting from each other then back to Rylah and once more back to each other.

“Excuse me for a moment ladies, I’ve got to make a phone call.”

Rylah’s voice was firm, the normal silk that lay under her tone all but gone. She walked away with her head buried in her phone, heels clacking on the tile floor.

Emelia, who was feeling the effects of the liquor quite outwardly already, shrugged it off and said,

“Another one for the road?”

As she was already pouring a second shot of tequila for the party, including the absent Rylah. Michael, not much of a drinker himself, wondered how much they could stomach before they were plastered. Were they going to make it to the party? Did he have to worry about them throwing up in his car?

He chuckled to himself and leaned against the counter. He may not know them super well but every time he was here, they drank. Maybe they’d be alright.

Besides, as he was about to find out, a slightly drunk group of girls was far from the worst of the problems he was going to face tonight.

Rylah had just returned to the group as Michael was thinking of new ways to pitch leaving early - not that it mattered, as it was rapidly approaching 9pm. Time was unkind to him tonight. He would have been better off staying home and playing video games instead of trying to get lucky with Sarah for doing her a favor.

Breaking his internal monologue, a wave of hushed whispers caught his attention.

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Elba was, quite frankly, jealous of Michael and Sarah. Not specifically of them as people but their relationship. It seemed freeing and fun as opposed to the constant strife and strain her and Josh had.

She knew relationships were work but it felt like a full time job getting him to care about her or her life and yet despite all that, she was still devastated when he cheated on her.

That’s what hurt the most.

So when she saw what was on Rylah’s phone, it shook her to her core.

Michael was a sweet guy who treated Sarah well. From her perspective they were the goal for a relationship, best friends who were romantically involved and never fought.

That outlook shattered as she stared as image of Sarah walking with a guy she’d never seen before, craning her neck away from him as his lips pressed against it.

The man’s arm was draped around her, pulling her closer as she smiled with her eyes closed, welcoming the sign of affection on her flesh.

“Wha… when…?”

Elba stammered but couldn’t quite get the words out.

What was moments ago a warm and pleasant fuzziness in her head became an inhibiting pest as she tried to formulate her reaction into a verbal response.

“Shhh.”

Rylah shushed her in a low tone, bringing a finger to her lips and cocking her head slightly at Michael, who leaned against the counter a mere 15 feet away. He clearly hadn’t been paying attention and wasn’t eavesdropping on what they had said before but he’d be likely to overhear them now if they got too loud.

A frenzy of whispered voices rose up in a cacophony as questions rained down on Rylah.

Elba was confused, upset and perhaps too personally involved in the nature of the situation. She stole a glance at Michael who looked just as, if not more, confused than she.

“Give me a minute,”

Rylah said in a firm but reassuring tone, flipping and walking from the room again.

Elba watched as her curvaceous figure rounded the corner to her master suite under the stairs. Despite the circumstances, Elba was momentarily fixated on her body. She blinked, realizing her thoughts were hazily spiraling. Had she always looked like that?

Several minutes passed with no word from Rylah and the girls stood there nervous and uncertain.

“What about the party?”

Blaire whispered, looking Emelia and Elba, holding eye contact for a moment. The clock was bleeding, much faster than before, quickly approaching their planned departure time.

“We need this night out. There’s no way we’re missing another chance to all go out together, it’s been too long!”

She was right. The five of them hadn’t hung out together in far too long and even then, they were still down one tonight. Now that she thought about it, Sarah had almost immediately declined when they brought up the party, something she’d normally never miss.

The dots were somewhat connecting in her head and she couldn’t erase the image of her friend with another man from her mind’s eye. Especially that man. Her stomach twisted in knots.

However, the fuzziness and desire to stay in that grey area fought for control so she muttered, “Fuck it.”

“… and Rylah had that guy she gonna meet and totally just go crazy on, she said she hasn’t had a proper- hey where you going?”

Blaire was still yammering about making it to the party as Elba pushed past her to the kitchen, stopping at the stash of liquor opposite the silent man who was actively being cheated on as they stood there.

Elba quickly uncorked the tequila again, sloshing liquid into the shot glasses that were just emptied not too long ago.

“We can sit here talking or we can start the party ourselves,” she winked.

“But if we don’t go, Emelia and I won’t get to make out in front of boys to make them jealoussss,” Blaire pouted, her frame bending slightly as she did so.

“Wait, what?” Michael said. “You’re not going?”

A small glass of clear liquid appeared in front of his face.

“You’re probably gonna want this,” Elba said, looking up into his eyes and holding them there for a moment.

“But I’m supposed to drive - “

Rylah walked back into the room, all four heads turning to meet her. A pregnant pause sat in the room as she strode into the kitchen before she looked at Michael and said,

“Probably best if you drink that.”

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Michael sat in a stunned silence on the couch he had already wasted most of his evening on, this time out of need instead of boredom. The girls had done such a convincing job in ensuring him that taking the shot was in his best interest, so after a bit of confusion and reluctance, he took it.

The girls grouped up again and were feverishly discussing their plans for the evening until they seemingly reached an agreement. Upon the conclusion of their conversation, Rylah walked over, handing him the phone to accompany the shot he had just downed.

The confusion didn’t end until he looked down and saw the pictures. Nearly a dozen of them.

A man with dirty blonde hair with his arms wrapped around Sarah walking through an apartment complex. Kissing her neck. Touching her cheek. Even a blurry one of him grabbing her ass as they worked their way toward a door that appeared to be his apartment.

Truthfully, things had been off between Michael and Sarah for some time now. Their once amazing sexual chemistry had faded over time as the two grew exponentially busier with life.

There was a time when they’d fling open the door to the town house, quickly make sure no one else was home and immediately jump into exploring each other’s bodies wherever they pleased.

She sucked his dick on the couch in the living room, he fucked her standing from behind over the kitchen island, they shared orgasmic moments in nearly every room - even the coveted master suite Rylah occupied.

They were spontaneous, passionate and really, really good at making each other climax. But quite honestly the last time that had happened was months ago and perhaps the excitement of hooking up over a long distance diminished over time.

Or perhaps the physical connection was merely masking something deeper, something they didn’t want to admit to themselves. If they had sex all the time, surely their relationship was solid, right? Right?

Michael knew deep down he had realized Sarah wasn’t the one a long time ago. Before she moved away for college, before the sex dried up. It was something he was deeply afraid to admit but in this moment, looking at those images, he knew it to be true.

Any romantic feelings they had for each other were long gone or perhaps too weak to fully rekindle. They were more friends with benefits than actual partners at this point; that’s why they didn’t fight or disagree all that often. What was there to fight about when you didn’t care?

Of course, despite the degradation of their romantic life, it still hurt. The betrayal. The sight of her with someone else. Why?

The cacophony of questions swirled in his head as another small glass appeared in front of his face, the clear liquid gently sloshing back and forth.

“I think we’re just gonna party here tonight,” Elba said, extending the shot glass toward him. Her words spilled out, reflecting her current state of mind.

“O-okay,” Michael managed to say, eagerly accepting the drink.

Rylah sat on the loveseat opposite of him that was on the same wall as the front door, eying his reaction closely.

He realized he was still holding her phone and leaned forward, offering it to her.

“How… how did you get those?”

“A friend of mine who works on campus saw them together. I asked for a favor and he coordinated with another girl that lives in the same apartment as…”

She trailed off, pointing to the blonde in the photo.

“As him. Took pictures of the two as they walked across the complex. I’m so sorry,”

She offered, a genuine concern in her voice.

Michael rubbed his eyes as the second shot entered his system, leaning back and then forward again, unable to get comfortable.

“Well I guess I’m drinking with you guys tonight,”

He said and the girls let out a cheer that surprised him.

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Elba felt an unbridled wave of sympathy for Michael as he sat on that couch, his world view shattered just like hers had been a week prior.

She knew that Rylah was sparing her feelings by not identifying the blonde out loud in front of everybody, but they knew.

It was Josh.

The cheer leapt out of her mouth involuntarily when Michael said he was going to drink with them - they might not be leaving but they were still going to party their sorrows away. The girls had met and agreed that leaving was out of the question with the new information they had, especially since Michael would be by himself. So partying at home it was.

After everyone had settled down with drinks of choice in hand, Elba propped herself up with a bit of confidence. Unfound confidence artificially pumped into her by her third… yes, third drink of the night, but confidence nonetheless.

The group needed an ice breaker and Michael needed a distraction from his own sorrows.

“Josh cheated on me.”

They fell quiet, gasps from the other three girls and a look of confused surprise on Michael’s face meeting her statement.

Elba took over, the words gushing from within her, explaining that the breakup wasn’t mutual the way she claimed it was. She was also a victim of recent betrayal and it felt good to finally let it all out.

Rylah gave a nod of approval to her as the group gabbed about poor relationships and took stabs at Josh with Michael none the wiser to who was in the pictures.

Elba’s heart ached some - Sarah was a good friend to her for a long time and she was the biggest advocate for Sarah moving into the house with them. For her to be a part of this betrayal was almost too much.

But there was one solution… something that she might regret but might just make her feel better.

“Speaking of relationships…”

Blaire purred as she and Emelia curled around each other, briefly touching lips.

“There’s something we’ve been wanting to make official to you guys.”

“We know, we can hear this one getting fucked by strap on every other night. These walls aren’t soundproof you little skanks!”

Rylah interjected, teasing the two. Emelia blushed but quipped with,

“Then you know how good it is. And we don’t have to officially say anything since you’ve figured it out.”

Blaire’s lips smashed against hers in a firey passion, the two suddenly engrossed in a flurry of tongue and saliva.

“Gross,” Rylah giggled, “They always get so horny when they’re drunk and now it’s for each other. A match made in heaven.”

Elba turned to Michael as he laughed, the alcohol and relocation of attention clearly wiping away whatever nervousness had clung to him before.

“It’s not like this one’s any better,” she gestured to him. “I had to hear ‘yes daddy, harder!’ every time I got home after 10pm!”

He blushed slightly, unable to formulate a response.

“Oh don’t worry we can say whatever we want about her now…” she teased.

“Well I suppose that’s true,” he agreed, “I always joked she could wake the entire house.” He laughed, clearly masking some of the recent pain.

She twinged, knowing she hit a bit of a sore spot, but pushed on.

“I knowwww let’s play a classic! Never have I ever.”

A grin lifted the corners of Elba’s face, painting a mysterious mask over her features.

“Never have I everrrrrr…. Had sex in Rylah’s room.”

The plastic cup met her lips as she drank, indicating she had indeed done the deed. Michael followed it up by quickly taking a sip from his drink as well.

Rylah’s mouth gaped open at Elba then wider at Michael, turning with wide eyes as Blaire and Emelia broke away from their kiss to both sip.

“WOW. It’s not just those two, I’m actually surrounded by skanks.”

The group continued playing, laughing, drinking and pushing the limits of what they could ask. Elba caught herself looking at Michael more and more as the game went on, eying him and noting how free and happy he looked compared to just moments before.

The questions steered into raunchy and far more sexually explicit territory as the group drank. Sex act, drink, sex act, drink.

Rylah smugly drank at “never have I ever had anal” - the only one of the girls to do so. Michael drank too, “I’m assuming giving counts in my case?”

She looked him up and down and said, “okay Mikey I see you!” A little too enthusiastically.

The questions began to slow down as the number of sexual acts, positions or locations became fewer and fewer and the vibe that something new needed to happen for them to not lose their buzz surfaced. That’s when Elba knew she was going to do it.

“Never have I ever…”

She said, setting her drink down on the coffee table and slinking onto the couch near Michael, her face getting closer and closer to his as she leaned in, her sequin dress giving a generous view of her breasts.

“Done this.”

In one swift motion Elba swung her leg over Michael’s lap, straddling him and plunging her lips into his, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a deep kiss. He didn’t resist.

A collective gasp escaped the girls as they watched in delight, the two deepening their kiss as the room was hit with a hushed silence.

PART 1
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… I lay on my stomach facing away from the two of them, my naked form completely exposed to their gaze… and their touch.

I felt the heat of their breath as they explored each other’s mouths, their tongues sliding over each other in a fight for control, a dance that bore a deep hunger for pleasure. The soft moans and noises from their passionate kissing filled the room, making my body tingle with anticipation as I lay waiting for my turn to be devoured, for their hunger to consume me next.

Their faces were so close to my skin, moving still closer, the wet noises of passion suddenly pressing against me. My ass was met by their faces, still turned to one another and locked in a kiss, ignoring the fact they needed oxygen, gently resting on each one of my supple cheeks.

My skin welcomed the direct warmth, the contact forcing a slight moan from my lips as the couple disengaged from their kiss, a strand of saliva parting from their lips and hanging on my flesh.

Slowly - painfully slowly - their mouths turned to me, tiny kisses dotting the landscape of my skin, moving up and down my thighs and across the surface of my ass, turning into small nibbles, then sloppy, wet kisses, my body unable to do anything but sit there and be teased.

Finally, their tongues met once more, finding a middle ground to satiate their hunger. One at a time, their tongues greedily pressed down my curves, finding purchase in the entrance of my asshole, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

The tight entrance of flesh pushed against their tongues, involuntarily resisting their offers of pleasure as they alternated their dancing motions. Greedily their tongues overlapped one another as they passed across my skin, tagging each other in as they prodded the most delicate pieces of my body.

It felt amazing. But what came next felt even better.

I lay there with my ass in the air at the mercy of Mason and Sasha, their tongues now divulging away from one another. Sasha adjusted herself, dropping with practiced dexterity to her back so that her face was under me. My body quivered in anticipation.

Her tongue pressed gently into my clit, sending another wave of sparks skittering through my legs. Her tongue was so soft and gentle, constantly finding all the right spots to explore, drawing shapes on my skin.

Mason’s tongue stayed where it was as he now straddled Sasha’s body, his member resting between her breasts. His tongue was far greedier of the two, boasting a more forceful attitude than his girlfriend’s. The juxtaposition was welcomed.

As Sasha’s tongue ran laps of ecstasy around my female hood, Mason’s tongue pressed deep into the entrance of my anus, his face enveloped by my curves. My mouth hung open as I lay there in a stupor, the pleasure building and building as the two of them - my roommates - bore into me a passion and fervor I never knew possible.

Their tongues worked in tandem, slowly but surely pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna-!”

My sentence never finished as my hips gently bucked into their faces, my body overtaken and overwhelmed by stimulation shooting through my entire lower half. I saw stars for just a moment, exclaiming,

“That was so good…”

A sentence I uttered as my breath came back to me and I reconnected with my body.

Sasha slid out from under me, her movement resembling that of a cat - quick and with purpose and confidence.

“That?” She smiled, leaning over to gently kiss my face.

“That was just the beginning, love.” She said, her fragrance lingering in my nostrils as she pulled away, a mixture of her perfume and sex. A mixture of her and I. My body shuddered slightly and a small smile crept over my face. I was ready for whatever came next.

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PART 2 SOON