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My wife booked a spacious suite with a balcony on the cruise. Right in the middle was a king-sized bed that I knew would get plenty of use for the next handful of days. Ever since fucking the two stewardesses, my cock was still craving more release. So many women on this ship were going to be fucked, and I couldn’t wait.

Lisa seemed to be on the same page because as soon as our bags were dropped, she pulled off her clothes and stood before me, fingering herself. 

“You still hot from watching me fuck those girls?” I asked, watching her play with her clit and squeeze her tits. God, she must’ve been wet all this time because I could hear it as she swirled her fingers inside of herself. The poor girl had this pent up inside of her this whole time, desperate for release. 

She spread her lips so I could get a view of her little pink cunt. Unable to resist, I strode toward her and got to my knees to bury my face in her pussy. Lapping up her deliciousness from her asshole to her clit, sucking on the swollen nub. Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging on it hard. I sunk my fingers into her ass to bring her even closer, to wear I couldn’t breathe. That didn’t matter. 

Her legs began to tremble, finger nails digging into my scalp as she came close to the edge. As moans got caught in her throat, I pulled away. 

“Why’d you stop?” Her chest heaved as she stared down at me with fire in her eyes. 

I wiped her juices off my face with my hand. “Because I want you to be horny and wet as we find girls to fuck.”

Lisa put on a tiny dress that barely covered her ass and no bra so everyone would see how hard her nipples were. There was no way anyone could miss how hard my cock was in my jeans at the simple sight of how sexy she was. 

Forgoing food, we made our way to one of the bars with outdoor seating. I ordered myself a whiskey and coke, getting Lisa a screwdriver. Finding her on the white-cushioned lounge chairs, I gave her a drink and a kiss. Her eye was on the four girls posing for photos along the railing with the view of the sunset behind them. One had a Bride-to-Be sash across her large breasts. They were perfect in a way that she definitely had put money into them, but that didn’t turn me off. My fingers itched to reach for them. 

“Can you take a picture of the four of us?” One of the bridesmaids asked, handing her iPhone to Lisa. 

Score.

Lisa took several pictures for them, giggling at their ridiculous poses. As she went to hand the phone back to the bridesmaid, Lisa touched her shoulder. My wife is the best wingman I've ever had. 

“Come over, babe,” Lisa said, gesturing me over. The three bridesmaids were cute, but I wanted the bride. Nothing hotter than making a girl beg over your cock days before she committed herself to another man. “Ladies, this is my husband, Andrew.”

“Nice to meet you.” I greeted each of them by taking their hands between both of mine because I knew women loved it. “What are your names?”

Melanie had natural blond hair, skin covered in freckles. Her breasts weren’t much, but she had a tight little ass. Aliza had darker skin and long, wavy hair. She was the biggest of them, and I wanted to grab her large hips and thrust them against my cock. The brunette, Shannon, was thin with stems for legs, but didn’t seem too interested in me, but couldn’t take her eyes off of my wife. Finally, the Bride, Emily, with her big fake tits that I needed to stick my cock in between. And even her ass was fat. 

I was so fucking hard already that we needed to work magic fast. 

“You two should have a drink with us,” Emily suggested. “The more, the merrier!”

Lisa glanced up at me and winked; we had been thinking the same thing.

We found ourselves at a small club on the ship that wasn’t too busy. In the back were a few couches tucked away that we claimed. With a few drinks in them, these girls were wild. Melanie and Aliza danced, their tits bouncing out of their tight little dresses. My wife had already reeled in Shannon, whispering in her ear and rubbing her inner thigh to my right. To my left, Emily sat there with a sad smile while she stared at her friends. 

“You don’t look too happy for a soon-to-be wife,” I said, trying to feel out the situation. 

Emily sighed. “I’m just gonna miss nights like these. Partying with my girls,” she said, turning her head towards me. “You know, I’ve only had sex with my fiance? I feel like I never got the chance to experiment.”

My cock twitched in my pants. “You’re too beautiful to have only been with one guy.”

Her eyes raked down my body with a little heat in them. “Your wife doesn’t mind you calling other girls beautiful?”

Testing the boundaries, I reached over and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “My wife loves to share.”

Emily licked her lips and her eyes narrowed in on the bulge in my pants. I spread my legs more so she knew the invitation was open. “Would you and your wife want to hang out in our room?”

With her eyes still on my straining cock, I adjusted it with my hand and squeezed it a little. My wife had wasted no time with Shannon, already kissing her with a hand on her tits. 

The one thing I’ve learned—women love when they’re allowed to be slutty.

Myself and the five women walked to their room, my arm stretched around two of them, hand rested on their asses. I knew every man who walked by wished they were me. There was no mistaking that the group of us were about to fuck. 

Their suite had two beds—my wife and Shannon took one, the three girls and I taking the other. Lisa had her dress pooled at her feet before the door even closed, ready to be pleasured by Shannon.

“Can we watch them for a while?” Lisa asked, cradling Shannon’s face in her hands while her nipples were sucked. “It gets me hot.”

Shannon pushed Lisa onto the bed and crawled between her legs to lick her. “You can watch whatever you want, but I’m eating your pussy.”

Emily stood back while her two friends attacked my clothes to get them off. I knew she was second guessing herself, wearing a Bride sash, a cheap veil, and a large rock on her finger. But it was like a primal instinct to take another man’s property and fuck the shit out of her, come inside of her. Her eyes widened as Melanie pulled out my cock, thick and swollen in her hand. 

“You want it, don’t you?” I asked Emily, not taking my eyes off of hers as Melanie opened her throat to swallow me. My fingers wound in her hair and I tugged. “Look how much your friend loves it.”

Melanie bobbed her head on my cock, choking and drooling all over my shaft. Now that I was completely naked, Aliza stood behind me to kiss and suck on my neck. My wife’s moans filled the room as she got her pussy eaten. I knew it was all too much for Emily because her chest heaved and her nipples hardened, poking through the fabric of her dress. 

“Be a little slut,” I told her, fucking Melanie’s throat, and it felt so fucking good. Emily’s gaze never left mine as she sank to her knees and crawled over to me. “Yeah, that’s a good girl.”

I pulled Melanie off my dick which was now dripping with her spit. Guiding my dick to Emily, I rubbed the slick head across her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut and she savored my swollen head as if it was a delicious peach. As she took her time savoring every inch, Melanie tongued my balls. Behind me, Aliza’s lips trailed down my back until she was on her knees.

“Is this okay?” Aliza asked, soft hands spreading my ass. At that point, I was so turned on, I’d let them do anything they wanted to me. I guided her face to my ass and her warm tongue lapped my hole. My knees nearly gave out from all three mouths devouring me. 

On the bed, my wife watched with her knees pushed to her chest, Shannon three fingers deep in her pussy. We exchanged smiles, glad to see the other in pure ecstasy. 

The two girls in front of me ran their tongues along either side of my shaft, their tongues tangling at the tip to share my pre-come. Emily was so into it now, ass up in the air like she was desperate to be filled. Melanie pulled back and took Emily’s hair in her fist and pushed her down hard on my cock until she whimpered. Melanie seemed to like that she whimpered and made her do it again. She reached behind Emily to run a finger along her cheeks, sinking one into her pussy as she swallowed my cock. 

It was all too much—I need to fuck one of them. Spinning around, I grab Aliza and bend her over on the bed, hiking her dress up over her ass. No underwear. I spank her one good time as I line my cock up to her wet pussy. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes darkened with need as I entered her.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I tell her, her walls gripping me as though nothing had been inside of her for a long time. So fucking good.

As I rammed into her, her ass jiggled with each thrust. Her face was buried in a pillow, needy moans escaped her throat. No matter how good she felt, I needed to be inside all of them. 

“Come for me, sweetie,” I demand. I grasp her shoulder with one hand and squeeze her ass with the other, and force her back onto my cock, again and again. She clenched around me as if she wanted to keep me there for herself, wanting me to come inside of her. “Such a greedy whore.”

Aliza nodded in agreement, head thrown back and body trembling as she released on my cock. So wet and warm and, fuck, I wanted to come so bad. Pulling out, I smacked her ass one last time. 

Emily was still being fingered by Melanie on the floor, slamming herself back against four fingers. I knew she’d be like this—wanting to be a bad girl who got fucked by a room of people at her own Bachelorette party. 

“Both of you get up here.”

They did as I said, and Melanie pulled her hand out of her friend. Not wanting any of it to go to waste, I tell her, “Let Emily lick it off.”

Melanie fed her fingers to Emily, one at a time, as she sucked each one clean. I could have come from just seeing that. 

If only I had two dicks so I could fuck them both at the same time. “Emily,” I start, and I lay back onto the bed. “Come sit on my face, baby.” 

Emily was so wet that my face was soaked before I could even find her clit with my tongue. I knew it was sensitive because she gasped as I took it between my lips. Her fingers gripped my hair as she rutted on my face. Wanting to feel those tits all night, I reach up and grab both of them. I’m typically an all-natural man, but sometimes a giant pair of unnaturally large breasts drove me wild. They bounced as she rode my face. 

Melanie didn’t need any guidance and crawled onto my lap. She shuddered as the length of me filled her. 

“You’re so… fuck… thick,” she said between gritted teeth as she stretched around me. I would’ve given anything to see her riding me, but I couldn’t see a thing with Emily frantically fucking my face and tongue. 

God, I loved having pussy on my face and cock at the same time—both so wet for me. It became too much and I came inside of Melanie. Emily’s pussy muffled my groans as I finished. Melanie climbed off my lap, legs shaking.

“Nuh uh, you’re not done.” Emily turned around so she was facing my cock, still straddling my face, and swallowed me whole. Unable to help myself, my hips jerked and she sputtered on my dick. She took her time, as if she wanted to memorize every vein for when she was bored of her husband. 

My cock never even fully softened, already throbbing again. Too bad she was getting married. She would’ve made an excellent girlfriend.

Fuck, I wanted her pussy so bad. I scrambled to my knees and splayed her out in front of me. I grabbed one ankle in each hand, spreading her legs as wide as they could go, and I finally sank my dick into her warm, pink hole. Without warning, I fucked the shit out of her. The entire time, her tits bounced up and down on her chest, mouth slacked and eyes closed. 

“Look at me,” I demanded. Her brown eyes met mine. Her makeup was smeared around her eyes and her mouth was red and swollen from my cock. I wanted to take a picture. “You’re gonna think of this every time your husband fucks you. You’re gonna think of my cock.”

Emily nodded, digging her nails into my back, marking her own territory on me. Luckily, my wife would think of it as a souvenir. 

As my second orgasm built, I looked at my wife. She was a sweaty, post-coital mess, getting her nipple sucked by Shannon and watching me fuck Emily. I gave her a wink.

With a few final thrusts, I came inside of Emily. I greedily made sure every drop was inside of her, knowing I’d be the last man other than her husband to do so. 

She smiled up at me, not an ounce of regret on her face.

The walk of shame back to our room was long. My cock hurt in the best way, and Lisa had so many fingers inside of her that she couldn’t walk straight. 

In our room, we undressed, and Lisa lazily stroked my cock as we retold the night. For the third time, I came all over my stomach.

Night one was a success. 

My wife booked a spacious suite with a balcony on the cruise. Right in the middle was a king-sized bed that I knew would get plenty of use for the next handful of days. Ever since fucking the two stewardesses, my cock was still craving more release. So many women on this ship were going to be fucked, and I couldn’t wait.

Lisa seemed to be on the same page because as soon as our bags were dropped, she pulled off her clothes and stood before me, fingering herself. 

“You still hot from watching me fuck those girls?” I asked, watching her play with her clit and squeeze her tits. God, she must’ve been wet all this time because I could hear it as she swirled her fingers inside of herself. The poor girl had this pent up inside of her this whole time, desperate for release. 

She spread her lips so I could get a view of her little pink cunt. Unable to resist, I strode toward her and got to my knees to bury my face in her pussy. Lapping up her deliciousness from her asshole to her clit, sucking on the swollen nub. Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging on it hard. I sunk my fingers into her ass to bring her even closer, to wear I couldn’t breathe. That didn’t matter. 

Her legs began to tremble, finger nails digging into my scalp as she came close to the edge. As moans got caught in her throat, I pulled away. 

“Why’d you stop?” Her chest heaved as she stared down at me with fire in her eyes. 

I wiped her juices off my face with my hand. “Because I want you to be horny and wet as we find girls to fuck.”

Lisa put on a tiny dress that barely covered her ass and no bra so everyone would see how hard her nipples were. There was no way anyone could miss how hard my cock was in my jeans at the simple sight of how sexy she was. 

Forgoing food, we made our way to one of the bars with outdoor seating. I ordered myself a whiskey and coke, getting Lisa a screwdriver. Finding her on the white-cushioned lounge chairs, I gave her a drink and a kiss. Her eye was on the four girls posing for photos along the railing with the view of the sunset behind them. One had a Bride-to-Be sash across her large breasts. They were perfect in a way that she definitely had put money into them, but that didn’t turn me off. My fingers itched to reach for them. 

“Can you take a picture of the four of us?” One of the bridesmaids asked, handing her iPhone to Lisa. 

Score.

Lisa took several pictures for them, giggling at their ridiculous poses. As she went to hand the phone back to the bridesmaid, Lisa touched her shoulder. My wife is the best wingman I've ever had. 

“Come over, babe,” Lisa said, gesturing me over. The three bridesmaids were cute, but I wanted the bride. Nothing hotter than making a girl beg over your cock days before she committed herself to another man. “Ladies, this is my husband, Andrew.”

“Nice to meet you.” I greeted each of them by taking their hands between both of mine because I knew women loved it. “What are your names?”

Melanie had natural blond hair, skin covered in freckles. Her breasts weren’t much, but she had a tight little ass. Aliza had darker skin and long, wavy hair. She was the biggest of them, and I wanted to grab her large hips and thrust them against my cock. The brunette, Shannon, was thin with stems for legs, but didn’t seem too interested in me, but couldn’t take her eyes off of my wife. Finally, the Bride, Emily, with her big fake tits that I needed to stick my cock in between. And even her ass was fat. 

I was so fucking hard already that we needed to work magic fast. 

“You two should have a drink with us,” Emily suggested. “The more, the merrier!”

Lisa glanced up at me and winked; we had been thinking the same thing.

We found ourselves at a small club on the ship that wasn’t too busy. In the back were a few couches tucked away that we claimed. With a few drinks in them, these girls were wild. Melanie and Aliza danced, their tits bouncing out of their tight little dresses. My wife had already reeled in Shannon, whispering in her ear and rubbing her inner thigh to my right. To my left, Emily sat there with a sad smile while she stared at her friends. 

“You don’t look too happy for a soon-to-be wife,” I said, trying to feel out the situation. 

Emily sighed. “I’m just gonna miss nights like these. Partying with my girls,” she said, turning her head towards me. “You know, I’ve only had sex with my fiance? I feel like I never got the chance to experiment.”

My cock twitched in my pants. “You’re too beautiful to have only been with one guy.”

Her eyes raked down my body with a little heat in them. “Your wife doesn’t mind you calling other girls beautiful?”

Testing the boundaries, I reached over and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “My wife loves to share.”

Emily licked her lips and her eyes narrowed in on the bulge in my pants. I spread my legs more so she knew the invitation was open. “Would you and your wife want to hang out in our room?”

With her eyes still on my straining cock, I adjusted it with my hand and squeezed it a little. My wife had wasted no time with Shannon, already kissing her with a hand on her tits. 

The one thing I’ve learned—women love when they’re allowed to be slutty.

Myself and the five women walked to their room, my arm stretched around two of them, hand rested on their asses. I knew every man who walked by wished they were me. There was no mistaking that the group of us were about to fuck. 

Their suite had two beds—my wife and Shannon took one, the three girls and I taking the other. Lisa had her dress pooled at her feet before the door even closed, ready to be pleasured by Shannon.

“Can we watch them for a while?” Lisa asked, cradling Shannon’s face in her hands while her nipples were sucked. “It gets me hot.”

Shannon pushed Lisa onto the bed and crawled between her legs to lick her. “You can watch whatever you want, but I’m eating your pussy.”

Emily stood back while her two friends attacked my clothes to get them off. I knew she was second guessing herself, wearing a Bride sash, a cheap veil, and a large rock on her finger. But it was like a primal instinct to take another man’s property and fuck the shit out of her, come inside of her. Her eyes widened as Melanie pulled out my cock, thick and swollen in her hand. 

“You want it, don’t you?” I asked Emily, not taking my eyes off of hers as Melanie opened her throat to swallow me. My fingers wound in her hair and I tugged. “Look how much your friend loves it.”

Melanie bobbed her head on my cock, choking and drooling all over my shaft. Now that I was completely naked, Aliza stood behind me to kiss and suck on my neck. My wife’s moans filled the room as she got her pussy eaten. I knew it was all too much for Emily because her chest heaved and her nipples hardened, poking through the fabric of her dress. 

“Be a little slut,” I told her, fucking Melanie’s throat, and it felt so fucking good. Emily’s gaze never left mine as she sank to her knees and crawled over to me. “Yeah, that’s a good girl.”

I pulled Melanie off my dick which was now dripping with her spit. Guiding my dick to Emily, I rubbed the slick head across her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut and she savored my swollen head as if it was a delicious peach. As she took her time savoring every inch, Melanie tongued my balls. Behind me, Aliza’s lips trailed down my back until she was on her knees.

“Is this okay?” Aliza asked, soft hands spreading my ass. At that point, I was so turned on, I’d let them do anything they wanted to me. I guided her face to my ass and her warm tongue lapped my hole. My knees nearly gave out from all three mouths devouring me. 

On the bed, my wife watched with her knees pushed to her chest, Shannon three fingers deep in her pussy. We exchanged smiles, glad to see the other in pure ecstasy. 

The two girls in front of me ran their tongues along either side of my shaft, their tongues tangling at the tip to share my pre-come. Emily was so into it now, ass up in the air like she was desperate to be filled. Melanie pulled back and took Emily’s hair in her fist and pushed her down hard on my cock until she whimpered. Melanie seemed to like that she whimpered and made her do it again. She reached behind Emily to run a finger along her cheeks, sinking one into her pussy as she swallowed my cock. 

It was all too much—I need to fuck one of them. Spinning around, I grab Aliza and bend her over on the bed, hiking her dress up over her ass. No underwear. I spank her one good time as I line my cock up to her wet pussy. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes darkened with need as I entered her.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I tell her, her walls gripping me as though nothing had been inside of her for a long time. So fucking good.

As I rammed into her, her ass jiggled with each thrust. Her face was buried in a pillow, needy moans escaped her throat. No matter how good she felt, I needed to be inside all of them. 

“Come for me, sweetie,” I demand. I grasp her shoulder with one hand and squeeze her ass with the other, and force her back onto my cock, again and again. She clenched around me as if she wanted to keep me there for herself, wanting me to come inside of her. “Such a greedy whore.”

Aliza nodded in agreement, head thrown back and body trembling as she released on my cock. So wet and warm and, fuck, I wanted to come so bad. Pulling out, I smacked her ass one last time. 

Emily was still being fingered by Melanie on the floor, slamming herself back against four fingers. I knew she’d be like this—wanting to be a bad girl who got fucked by a room of people at her own Bachelorette party. 

“Both of you get up here.”

They did as I said, and Melanie pulled her hand out of her friend. Not wanting any of it to go to waste, I tell her, “Let Emily lick it off.”

Melanie fed her fingers to Emily, one at a time, as she sucked each one clean. I could have come from just seeing that. 

If only I had two dicks so I could fuck them both at the same time. “Emily,” I start, and I lay back onto the bed. “Come sit on my face, baby.” 

Emily was so wet that my face was soaked before I could even find her clit with my tongue. I knew it was sensitive because she gasped as I took it between my lips. Her fingers gripped my hair as she rutted on my face. Wanting to feel those tits all night, I reach up and grab both of them. I’m typically an all-natural man, but sometimes a giant pair of unnaturally large breasts drove me wild. They bounced as she rode my face. 

Melanie didn’t need any guidance and crawled onto my lap. She shuddered as the length of me filled her. 

“You’re so… fuck… thick,” she said between gritted teeth as she stretched around me. I would’ve given anything to see her riding me, but I couldn’t see a thing with Emily frantically fucking my face and tongue. 

God, I loved having pussy on my face and cock at the same time—both so wet for me. It became too much and I came inside of Melanie. Emily’s pussy muffled my groans as I finished. Melanie climbed off my lap, legs shaking.

“Nuh uh, you’re not done.” Emily turned around so she was facing my cock, still straddling my face, and swallowed me whole. Unable to help myself, my hips jerked and she sputtered on my dick. She took her time, as if she wanted to memorize every vein for when she was bored of her husband. 

My cock never even fully softened, already throbbing again. Too bad she was getting married. She would’ve made an excellent girlfriend.

Fuck, I wanted her pussy so bad. I scrambled to my knees and splayed her out in front of me. I grabbed one ankle in each hand, spreading her legs as wide as they could go, and I finally sank my dick into her warm, pink hole. Without warning, I fucked the shit out of her. The entire time, her tits bounced up and down on her chest, mouth slacked and eyes closed. 

“Look at me,” I demanded. Her brown eyes met mine. Her makeup was smeared around her eyes and her mouth was red and swollen from my cock. I wanted to take a picture. “You’re gonna think of this every time your husband fucks you. You’re gonna think of my cock.”

Emily nodded, digging her nails into my back, marking her own territory on me. Luckily, my wife would think of it as a souvenir. 

As my second orgasm built, I looked at my wife. She was a sweaty, post-coital mess, getting her nipple sucked by Shannon and watching me fuck Emily. I gave her a wink.

With a few final thrusts, I came inside of Emily. I greedily made sure every drop was inside of her, knowing I’d be the last man other than her husband to do so. 

She smiled up at me, not an ounce of regret on her face.

The walk of shame back to our room was long. My cock hurt in the best way, and Lisa had so many fingers inside of her that she couldn’t walk straight. 

In our room, we undressed, and Lisa lazily stroked my cock as we retold the night. For the third time, I came all over my stomach.

Night one was a success. 

Marissa sat on the bed with her hands folded in her lap, waiting to see the outfit Sophie picked out for her. I want to show my girl off to the world, Sophie had told her the day prior. The entire club will want to fuck my baby girl.

The outfit was the tiniest back dress Marissa had ever seen. Never something that she would pick out for herself. Sophie helped her put it on and it barely covered her ass and her tits spilled out. None of that even mattered by the way Sophie looked at her—eyes dark and hungry. 

Sophie had both hands full of Marissa’s tits, massaging them over the fabric of the dress. “You’re so sexy. All of the guys are going to want to fuck you tonight,” she growled, licking a line up Marissa’s neck and nibbling her ear. “And you’re going to let them, okay?”

Marissa shuddered, her nipples hardening in Sophie’s grip. “Yes, ma’am.”

Their kiss sent heat through Marissa’s entire body, ready for whatever the night would bring her. Sophie had on a tight pink dress without any underwear. Every time she bent over, Marissa saw her ass and sweet pussy lips. 

Before they could rip each other’s clothes off, there was a knock at the door. Seven of their friends piled in, all wearing similar slutty outfits. Each of them greeted Marissa and Sophie with a kiss on the mouth. Logan had reached around and grabbed Marissa’s ass. He had become her favorite since their first video together. Out of all the men and women she’s filmed with, nobody fucked her like he did—on and off camera. Other than Sophie, of course. 

“Orgy tonight?” One of the girls, Lydia, suggested. Last week Marissa got to fuck her with a strap-on. “You all look so hot.”

Marissa loved this group of people. Always so open and horny for each other. Even if they didn’t get paid for it, they’d all still want to fuck each other. 

The club was only a few blocks away, so they walked. Marissa held hands with both Logan and Sophie along the way. Being with the two of them felt different than being with the others. She wanted to keep them both for herself. 

There was a long wait to get in, but Sophie knew the bouncer and was able to get them all in right away. Inside was dark and sexy, low red lighting and everybody on the dance floor writing against each other. Women danced on platforms wearing nothing but thongs and nipple tassels. Instead of getting on the dancefloor, Sophie led them all to a VIP area off to the side with white couches. 

Marissa had no idea how big of a deal Sophie was until they went out in public. Everyone knew her name and she used that to her advantage anywhere they went. 

Beautiful women brought them expensive bottles of vodka and tequila with chilled glasses. One even sat on Sophie’s lap and poured a shot of vodka down her chest. Sophie licked it off of her tits. Marissa couldn’t even be jealous because it was so hot and she wanted to watch more. 

Nobody on earth had more game than Sophie. Something about her had a sexual appeal unlike anyone else. Every man and woman wanted her. 

Steven and Travis were shirtless and grinding on the couches. Jonah was sitting between Lydia and another girl Kenzie, taking turns making out with them both. Both girls rubbed his cock over his tight black jeans. Marissa didn’t know this behavior was allowed at a club, but nobody seemed to mind. In fact, everyone gravitated towards them. Most eyes on the dancefloor watched the actions in the VIP section. 

“You look fucking sexy,” Logan growled in Marissa’s ear, hand sliding up the inside of her thigh. Without thinking about it, Marissa’s legs spread right open for him. Even if her pussy was in the view of anyone that looked in their direction, that only turned her on more. His finger slipped between her pussy lips. “So wet already. Little slut.”

As he played with her clit, Marissa’s eyes set on the crowd of people. Just beyond the barricade of the VIP section stood her ex-boyfriend, Alex. His eyes were wide, like he had seen a ghost. The ghost of his rigid, uptight ex-girlfriend getting fingered in front of hundreds of people. Alex was dancing with a girl who was not the one he had cheated with. For a brief moment, Marissa wanted to know where he had met that girl. If she was someone else he had sex with while they were together. 

But none of that mattered. The revenge of Alex watching Logan with his two fingers deep inside of her pussy was enough. His face was red with rage as Marissa stared into his eyes, filled with pleasure in a way that Alex could never do. 

“That’s it,” Logan told her, with no idea what was happening between Marissa and Alex. All he cared about was Marissa’s swollen clit and making her come. “Be a good girl and come for me, baby.”

Finally breaking eye contact with Alex, Marissa threw her head back as her orgasm built. Logan had her stretched around three fingers, slamming them into her pussy and thumbing her clit at the same time. Loud enough for their entire party to hear, Marissa screamed as she came. Every eye was on her, all with fire in their eyes from watching. 

Regaining her focus after she came, Alex was still watching. Too angry to dance, he just stood there gawking at her. To make him feel worse, Marissa brought Logan’s fingers to her mouth to suck herself off of him. 

At the same time, Sophie sat down next to them, touching Marissa between her legs to feel how soaked she was. “Fuck, that was hot,” she said, kissing Marissa’s neck as she lightly tapped her swollen clit. “Now go to the bathroom and let him fuck you.”

Without hesitation, Marissa stood up and pulled her dress back down over her ass. Sophie spanked her ass before she walked off. Glancing over her shoulder, Marissa caught a glimpse of the Vodka Girl from earlier straddle Sophie’s waist. 

Alex watched Marissa all the way to the bathroom, having to know exactly what was about to happen. Before closing the door behind them, Marissa winked at him. Revenge had never tasted so sweet. 

Logan had Marissa pressed against the bathroom wall in a heartbeat, pulling her dress back up over her ass and pushing his cock in without warning. She couldn’t help the groan that ripped from her throat as she took every inch of him. With both hands grabbing her hips, he forced her hard on his cock. Marissa got off on knowing how hard she was getting fucked with her cheating ex on the other side of the door, knowing he could never give it to her as good. 

Balls deep inside of her, she could feel every vein as he fucked her. Logan made sounds like he had never felt anything better than her wet pussy. Nothing was sexier than a man who couldn’t hold back his moans.

His large hand smacked her ass hard. “Fuck yeah. Call me Daddy, you little whore.”

Marissa could barely speak because it felt so good, but managed to let it out. “Give me your dick, Daddy.”

For his last few thrusts, his cock pulsed inside of her, shooting his come deep in her pussy. The way his moans deepened as he shot his load was so sexy and she loved how it felt to be filled with his come. 

Once he pulled out, he spun Marissa around and delved his tongue into her mouth. “That was amazing, baby,” he said against her lips. “Out of all the girls, you’re my favorite.”

That made her happy to hear because she loved his cock. All she needed was him and Sophie. However, she would never turn down the others. 

Looking freshly fucked, they exited the bathroom. Alex was nowhere to be found, but she didn’t give a shit if he was or not. Come was leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy, her body was relaxed. 

Back in the VIP area, Sophie was making a meal out of the Vodka girl, massaging her little ass and sucking on her neck. As Marissa sat down beside them, watching the show in front of her, Sophie pulled her flushed face from between her breasts.

“Did he take care of you, baby?” Sophie asked. “Make you feel good?”

Marissa nodded, still blissed out from being fucked so hard. For the rest of the night, she watched Sophie play with Vodka Girl and then they took her home to share.

Life couldn’t get any better.

Marissa sat on the bed with her hands folded in her lap, waiting to see the outfit Sophie picked out for her. I want to show my girl off to the world, Sophie had told her the day prior. The entire club will want to fuck my baby girl.

The outfit was the tiniest back dress Marissa had ever seen. Never something that she would pick out for herself. Sophie helped her put it on and it barely covered her ass and her tits spilled out. None of that even mattered by the way Sophie looked at her—eyes dark and hungry. 

Sophie had both hands full of Marissa’s tits, massaging them over the fabric of the dress. “You’re so sexy. All of the guys are going to want to fuck you tonight,” she growled, licking a line up Marissa’s neck and nibbling her ear. “And you’re going to let them, okay?”

Marissa shuddered, her nipples hardening in Sophie’s grip. “Yes, ma’am.”

Their kiss sent heat through Marissa’s entire body, ready for whatever the night would bring her. Sophie had on a tight pink dress without any underwear. Every time she bent over, Marissa saw her ass and sweet pussy lips. 

Before they could rip each other’s clothes off, there was a knock at the door. Seven of their friends piled in, all wearing similar slutty outfits. Each of them greeted Marissa and Sophie with a kiss on the mouth. Logan had reached around and grabbed Marissa’s ass. He had become her favorite since their first video together. Out of all the men and women she’s filmed with, nobody fucked her like he did—on and off camera. Other than Sophie, of course. 

“Orgy tonight?” One of the girls, Lydia, suggested. Last week Marissa got to fuck her with a strap-on. “You all look so hot.”

Marissa loved this group of people. Always so open and horny for each other. Even if they didn’t get paid for it, they’d all still want to fuck each other. 

The club was only a few blocks away, so they walked. Marissa held hands with both Logan and Sophie along the way. Being with the two of them felt different than being with the others. She wanted to keep them both for herself. 

There was a long wait to get in, but Sophie knew the bouncer and was able to get them all in right away. Inside was dark and sexy, low red lighting and everybody on the dance floor writing against each other. Women danced on platforms wearing nothing but thongs and nipple tassels. Instead of getting on the dancefloor, Sophie led them all to a VIP area off to the side with white couches. 

Marissa had no idea how big of a deal Sophie was until they went out in public. Everyone knew her name and she used that to her advantage anywhere they went. 

Beautiful women brought them expensive bottles of vodka and tequila with chilled glasses. One even sat on Sophie’s lap and poured a shot of vodka down her chest. Sophie licked it off of her tits. Marissa couldn’t even be jealous because it was so hot and she wanted to watch more. 

Nobody on earth had more game than Sophie. Something about her had a sexual appeal unlike anyone else. Every man and woman wanted her. 

Steven and Travis were shirtless and grinding on the couches. Jonah was sitting between Lydia and another girl Kenzie, taking turns making out with them both. Both girls rubbed his cock over his tight black jeans. Marissa didn’t know this behavior was allowed at a club, but nobody seemed to mind. In fact, everyone gravitated towards them. Most eyes on the dancefloor watched the actions in the VIP section. 

“You look fucking sexy,” Logan growled in Marissa’s ear, hand sliding up the inside of her thigh. Without thinking about it, Marissa’s legs spread right open for him. Even if her pussy was in the view of anyone that looked in their direction, that only turned her on more. His finger slipped between her pussy lips. “So wet already. Little slut.”

As he played with her clit, Marissa’s eyes set on the crowd of people. Just beyond the barricade of the VIP section stood her ex-boyfriend, Alex. His eyes were wide, like he had seen a ghost. The ghost of his rigid, uptight ex-girlfriend getting fingered in front of hundreds of people. Alex was dancing with a girl who was not the one he had cheated with. For a brief moment, Marissa wanted to know where he had met that girl. If she was someone else he had sex with while they were together. 

But none of that mattered. The revenge of Alex watching Logan with his two fingers deep inside of her pussy was enough. His face was red with rage as Marissa stared into his eyes, filled with pleasure in a way that Alex could never do. 

“That’s it,” Logan told her, with no idea what was happening between Marissa and Alex. All he cared about was Marissa’s swollen clit and making her come. “Be a good girl and come for me, baby.”

Finally breaking eye contact with Alex, Marissa threw her head back as her orgasm built. Logan had her stretched around three fingers, slamming them into her pussy and thumbing her clit at the same time. Loud enough for their entire party to hear, Marissa screamed as she came. Every eye was on her, all with fire in their eyes from watching. 

Regaining her focus after she came, Alex was still watching. Too angry to dance, he just stood there gawking at her. To make him feel worse, Marissa brought Logan’s fingers to her mouth to suck herself off of him. 

At the same time, Sophie sat down next to them, touching Marissa between her legs to feel how soaked she was. “Fuck, that was hot,” she said, kissing Marissa’s neck as she lightly tapped her swollen clit. “Now go to the bathroom and let him fuck you.”

Without hesitation, Marissa stood up and pulled her dress back down over her ass. Sophie spanked her ass before she walked off. Glancing over her shoulder, Marissa caught a glimpse of the Vodka Girl from earlier straddle Sophie’s waist. 

Alex watched Marissa all the way to the bathroom, having to know exactly what was about to happen. Before closing the door behind them, Marissa winked at him. Revenge had never tasted so sweet. 

Logan had Marissa pressed against the bathroom wall in a heartbeat, pulling her dress back up over her ass and pushing his cock in without warning. She couldn’t help the groan that ripped from her throat as she took every inch of him. With both hands grabbing her hips, he forced her hard on his cock. Marissa got off on knowing how hard she was getting fucked with her cheating ex on the other side of the door, knowing he could never give it to her as good. 

Balls deep inside of her, she could feel every vein as he fucked her. Logan made sounds like he had never felt anything better than her wet pussy. Nothing was sexier than a man who couldn’t hold back his moans.

His large hand smacked her ass hard. “Fuck yeah. Call me Daddy, you little whore.”

Marissa could barely speak because it felt so good, but managed to let it out. “Give me your dick, Daddy.”

For his last few thrusts, his cock pulsed inside of her, shooting his come deep in her pussy. The way his moans deepened as he shot his load was so sexy and she loved how it felt to be filled with his come. 

Once he pulled out, he spun Marissa around and delved his tongue into her mouth. “That was amazing, baby,” he said against her lips. “Out of all the girls, you’re my favorite.”

That made her happy to hear because she loved his cock. All she needed was him and Sophie. However, she would never turn down the others. 

Looking freshly fucked, they exited the bathroom. Alex was nowhere to be found, but she didn’t give a shit if he was or not. Come was leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy, her body was relaxed. 

Back in the VIP area, Sophie was making a meal out of the Vodka girl, massaging her little ass and sucking on her neck. As Marissa sat down beside them, watching the show in front of her, Sophie pulled her flushed face from between her breasts.

“Did he take care of you, baby?” Sophie asked. “Make you feel good?”

Marissa nodded, still blissed out from being fucked so hard. For the rest of the night, she watched Sophie play with Vodka Girl and then they took her home to share.

Life couldn’t get any better.

Getting married at twenty-five meant I’d always have flowers on Valentine’s day, jewelry under the tree on Christmas morning, and someone to kiss me as the ball dropped at midnight on New Year’s Eve. 

Now at thirty-two, I’m divorced and at a party with dozens of single adults with only twenty minutes until midnight, not a soul to kiss in sight. There were plenty of men, but sloppy drunks weren’t really my type. Every one that had approached me reeked of Jack Daniels or cigarette smoke. 

My two friends were off making out on the couches which left me wandering around aimlessly. Three drinks in, I felt the seal about to break so I sought out a bathroom in the giant house. There was a hallway down from the living room and the third door on the left opened into a half bath. The door was already closed and locked when I realized someone was already in there, sitting in the dark. I could see his shoes from the light spilling in at the bottom of the door. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I apologized, reaching for the door handle. “I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

A large hand covered mine on the doorknob. He was now so close that I could smell his breath—mint, not cigarettes or booze. And his touch was warm and firm. “You don’t have to go,” he said, his deep voice scratching an itch inside of me. “I just needed to get away from all of the noise.”

“I know how you feel,” I said, heart racing that he had yet to take his hand off of mine. Such a simple touch shouldn’t send a wave of heat throughout my body the way that it was, but I couldn’t help it. Nobody had touched me since the divorce. “Big parties aren’t really my kind of thing.”

The man took a step closer and I breathed in the delicious cologne on his skin. “So, what is your kind of thing?”

Feeling daring, I reached my hand between us and squeezed his hardening cock through his jeans. So much bigger than my ex-husband’s, my pussy was already getting wet at the thought of it being inside of me. 

A deep moan ripped from his throat and he wrapped his long fingers around my neck as I continued to stroke him. Still holding my one hand on the doorknob, the hand on my neck slid down to my chest and to my tits

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he told me. All he knew was the way my curves dipped and how big my boobs were. There wasn’t enough light for him to see my face or for me to see his. Right now, that didn’t matter. Our bodies were all we needed to know about each other. 

Wanting to feel his cock in my hand, I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his thighs. The tip was already leaking and I wanted to taste him, so I sank to my knees in the cramped bathroom. My tongue dragged along the vein underneath his cock and sucked the tip into my mouth. His taste was a combination of salt and a slight musk. 

“Couldn’t have asked for a better way to end the year,” The man said, cursing under his breath as I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, making myself choke a little so he could feel my throat clench around him. The music and people were so loud that he didn’t have to hold back. “You’re so good at that, baby.”

Nobody had called me ‘baby’ for so long that it made me even hungrier for him and I opened my throat for him even more. That must’ve been too much for him because he pulled me up by my hair and manhandled me so my back was to him and he hiked my skirt up over my wide hips. Now on his knees, he buried his face in my ass, tongue licking from my pussy to my tight little asshole. Nobody had done that to me before and it made my knees quiver. His rough fingers spread my pussy lips and made a meal out of me. He didn’t even know my name, but his face was drenched in my juices. 

I pushed my ass further into his face, needing more. Needing to come right there in the dark bathroom with a strange man. 

“Two minutes until midnight!” Someone called from out in the hallway, cheers erupting from all the guests. Knowing so many people were on the other side of that door turned me on even more. I imagined the door flinging open and the whole party getting a view of my pussy and ass getting eaten. 

The man stood back up and wedged his cock between my asscheeks, grinding into it as a promise of what was coming. He bit where my shoulder met my neck and ran a finger along my clit. “You want me to fuck you into the new year?”

Like an animal in heat, I wiggled my ass against his cock, needing him to fuck me. “Yes, please,” I begged. “I need it.”

As he entered me, the guests of the party began their countdown. “Ten…” he began to count, too, ramming into me as hard as he could. The eighth and ninth seconds were drowned out by my scream. There was no way it was unheard on the other side of the door, but I’m sure nobody assumed it came from me being fucked in the bathroom. “Seven…” he growled, taking his wet fingers off of my clit and slipping them in my mouth. “Six.” I sucked myself off of his fingers as he railed me. “Five.” His fingers tangled in my hair and jerked my head back. “Four.” He called me a little whore. “Three.” My orgasm built as he slammed into my pussy. “Two.” His cock began to pulse inside of me. “One.”

After emptying himself in me, he pulled out and his come seeped from my pussy. I heard the zipper on his pants and the door unlock. 

He was gone. 

Getting married at twenty-five meant I’d always have flowers on Valentine’s day, jewelry under the tree on Christmas morning, and someone to kiss me as the ball dropped at midnight on New Year’s Eve. 

Now at thirty-two, I’m divorced and at a party with dozens of single adults with only twenty minutes until midnight, not a soul to kiss in sight. There were plenty of men, but sloppy drunks weren’t really my type. Every one that had approached me reeked of Jack Daniels or cigarette smoke. 

My two friends were off making out on the couches which left me wandering around aimlessly. Three drinks in, I felt the seal about to break so I sought out a bathroom in the giant house. There was a hallway down from the living room and the third door on the left opened into a half bath. The door was already closed and locked when I realized someone was already in there, sitting in the dark. I could see his shoes from the light spilling in at the bottom of the door. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I apologized, reaching for the door handle. “I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

A large hand covered mine on the doorknob. He was now so close that I could smell his breath—mint, not cigarettes or booze. And his touch was warm and firm. “You don’t have to go,” he said, his deep voice scratching an itch inside of me. “I just needed to get away from all of the noise.”

“I know how you feel,” I said, heart racing that he had yet to take his hand off of mine. Such a simple touch shouldn’t send a wave of heat throughout my body the way that it was, but I couldn’t help it. Nobody had touched me since the divorce. “Big parties aren’t really my kind of thing.”

The man took a step closer and I breathed in the delicious cologne on his skin. “So, what is your kind of thing?”

Feeling daring, I reached my hand between us and squeezed his hardening cock through his jeans. So much bigger than my ex-husband’s, my pussy was already getting wet at the thought of it being inside of me. 

A deep moan ripped from his throat and he wrapped his long fingers around my neck as I continued to stroke him. Still holding my one hand on the doorknob, the hand on my neck slid down to my chest and to my tits

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he told me. All he knew was the way my curves dipped and how big my boobs were. There wasn’t enough light for him to see my face or for me to see his. Right now, that didn’t matter. Our bodies were all we needed to know about each other. 

Wanting to feel his cock in my hand, I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his thighs. The tip was already leaking and I wanted to taste him, so I sank to my knees in the cramped bathroom. My tongue dragged along the vein underneath his cock and sucked the tip into my mouth. His taste was a combination of salt and a slight musk. 

“Couldn’t have asked for a better way to end the year,” The man said, cursing under his breath as I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, making myself choke a little so he could feel my throat clench around him. The music and people were so loud that he didn’t have to hold back. “You’re so good at that, baby.”

Nobody had called me ‘baby’ for so long that it made me even hungrier for him and I opened my throat for him even more. That must’ve been too much for him because he pulled me up by my hair and manhandled me so my back was to him and he hiked my skirt up over my wide hips. Now on his knees, he buried his face in my ass, tongue licking from my pussy to my tight little asshole. Nobody had done that to me before and it made my knees quiver. His rough fingers spread my pussy lips and made a meal out of me. He didn’t even know my name, but his face was drenched in my juices. 

I pushed my ass further into his face, needing more. Needing to come right there in the dark bathroom with a strange man. 

“Two minutes until midnight!” Someone called from out in the hallway, cheers erupting from all the guests. Knowing so many people were on the other side of that door turned me on even more. I imagined the door flinging open and the whole party getting a view of my pussy and ass getting eaten. 

The man stood back up and wedged his cock between my asscheeks, grinding into it as a promise of what was coming. He bit where my shoulder met my neck and ran a finger along my clit. “You want me to fuck you into the new year?”

Like an animal in heat, I wiggled my ass against his cock, needing him to fuck me. “Yes, please,” I begged. “I need it.”

As he entered me, the guests of the party began their countdown. “Ten…” he began to count, too, ramming into me as hard as he could. The eighth and ninth seconds were drowned out by my scream. There was no way it was unheard on the other side of the door, but I’m sure nobody assumed it came from me being fucked in the bathroom. “Seven…” he growled, taking his wet fingers off of my clit and slipping them in my mouth. “Six.” I sucked myself off of his fingers as he railed me. “Five.” His fingers tangled in my hair and jerked my head back. “Four.” He called me a little whore. “Three.” My orgasm built as he slammed into my pussy. “Two.” His cock began to pulse inside of me. “One.”

After emptying himself in me, he pulled out and his come seeped from my pussy. I heard the zipper on his pants and the door unlock. 

He was gone. 

All day at work, Marissa sat at her computer desk with her skin buzzing in anticipation for the evening. For the first time, she was going to get fucked by three men on camera. Sophie told her that getting gang banged was an initiation, but Marissa had a feeling she just wanted to watch it. Marissa didn’t blame her—last week she watched Sophie role play as a cheerleader who fucked the entire football team. It turned them both on so much they spent the whole night going down on each other. 

Being so open with a group of people was addicting. There was no such thing as enough.

At home, the bed was now in the living room instead of the couch and there were black ropes tied to the headboard, waiting for her wrists. Sophie was in the kitchen looking delicious in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, pouring herself some wine. Marissa gave her a kiss ‘hello’ and crept her hand under the hem of the shirt to squeeze her ass. 

“Mmmm,” Sophie moaned into her mouth. “Are you ready for your debut, baby?”

Marissa couldn’t ignore the nerves in her belly. “What if people don’t wanna watch me?”

Sophie licked her lips as her eyes roamed Marissa’s body, taking both of her tits in her hands to squeeze them. “You’re so hot, that’s not going to happen.” She kissed her again. “C’mon, let’s take a bath and get you ready for the boys.”

In the bathroom, Sophie started a bath and began to undress Marissa, pressing her lips to every inch of newly exposed skin. She stopped on her nipples to suck them into her mouth one at a time. 

Once the bathtub was filled, Sophie got in first and Marissa sat between her legs, soft breasts pressed against her back. Sophie took her time running her wet hands over all of Marissa’s curves and teasing between her thighs. 

“Let me make sure you’re smooth,” Sophie said, grabbing a razor from the edge of the tub. 

Marissa had no idea that shaving could be sensual, but with the care that Sophie put into it, making sure she was gentle and never cut her. It was so fucking sexy that it felt like foreplay. When she was done, Sophie put the razor back where it was and circled her fingers over Marissa’s clit. “There we go. All ready to be fucked now.”

Sophie fingered her enough to get her worked up, but stopped as Marissa’s orgasm began to build. “Gotta save your little pussy for those greedy boys, baby.”

“What if they don’t fuck it like you do?” Marissa asked, lip between her teeth and writhing their wet bodies together. 

Slipping two fingers back into her pussy with one hand and grabbing her jaw with the other, Sophie gave Marissa no choice but to look at her. “Nobody will ever fuck it like I do. You got that, baby?”

The low growl of her voice raised goosebumps on Marissa’s skin. “Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s a good girl.” Sophie pumped her fingers in her a few more times and pulled them out. 

As the water began to cool, they stepped out and Sophie dried her off by patting every inch of Marissa’s skin with a pink fluffy towel. “Go lay in the bed,” Sophie instructed. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Marissa did as she was told, going to their large bed that was now in the living room with her damp hair sticking to her shoulders. Her pussy was so wet by the anticipation of what would come. 

A few minutes later, Sophie emerged with a bottle of baby oil and a butt plug with a diamond base. Without a word, she put the toy on the nightstand and got on the bed to straddle Marissa’s waist. Sophie stared at Marissa’s body with dark, lust-filled eyes as she poured the baby oil in her palm. She began with her breasts, kneading them with her slick hands and pinching Marissa’s nipples a little so they were hard. Then her hands slid down to her navel and hips and inner thighs, thumbs running along her pussy lips. From there, she lathered the oil down each of Marissa’s legs and sucked her toes in her mouth. Marissa didn’t even know getting her toe sucked would be a turn on. 

“Now for the finishing touch,” Sophie said, leaning over to grab the butt plug from the nightstand and the bottle of lube that was on there from the night before. “Get on your hands and knees. This way you’ll be ready for anything they want to give you.”

Marissa did as she was told because she was such a slut for Sophie. A slick finger entered her tight hole and she spread her legs even further, needing more. 

Sophie teased her with a second finger before pushing it in. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

Her words made Marissa’s heart clench in her chest. Nobody had ever worshipped her body like Sophie did. It made her feel invincible. 

Marissa gasped as the cool tip of the toy entered her. The burn of her hole stretching had become a familiar, delicious feeling. She relaxed to open herself even more until Sophie pushed it into the base. 

“That’s it, open up for me,” Sophie said, rubbing her fingers over the stretched skin. And then she whispered almost to herself, like she didn’t want Marissa to hear. “She’s perfect.”

A knock at the front door pulled them both out of their trance. Marissa’s heart jumped into her throat. There was no going back now. Three men were standing outside of the door waiting to fill her. 

Sophie tied her wrists to the headboard before greeting them at the door, still fully naked. Marissa envied her confidence, answering the door with zero shame. One at a time, they walked in and kissed her on the mouth, squeezing or smacking her ass. 

All three of them stopped in their tracks when they saw Marissa naked and slick, tied up to the bed. The one with the long hair up in a bun already reached down to adjust his cock in his jeans just at the sight of her. Being stared at like a Thanksgiving feast already had the heat running through her, pussy getting wet. 

“You remember Steven?” Sophie asked, gesturing to the guy they fucked around with last week. “This is Logan and Jonah.” 

Marissa wasn’t sure what to do since her hands were tied up other than smile at them. “Nice to meet you.”

As the three men undressed, Sophie turned on the lighting on each side of the bed and angled the camera so it was focused directly on Marissa. For a split second, she considered asking if they could do this another time. Maybe it was too soon to jump into this. But then the long-haired guy, Logan, stood beside the bed with his large cock in his hand, stroking it for her. Her nipples hardened and her blood started to pump, legs unconsciously spreading open. 

“And…action,” Sophie whispered, taking a seat behind the camera and crossing her legs, like her favorite movie was on.

Logan wasted no time and knelt by her head on the bed, tapping her lips with the tip of his cock. Marissa opened her mouth right up for him, letting him ease his cock down her throat until she gagged and drooled down his shaft.

A warm body sidled up to her side and she couldn’t see who it was, but he kneaded her breasts with large, warm hands and sucked a nipple into his mouth. The third nudged her legs open even more and spread her pussy lips open with his fingers so the camera could get a good view of it. 

“Little slut,” Logan moaned, wrapping his fingers around her jaw to keep it in place as he fucked her throat. Marissa was choking on it so much that she was almost worried she could pass out, but the fear raised goosebumps on her skin. 

A warm tongue ran from her asshole to her clit, sucking it between his mouth. Peering down, she was able to see that it was Jonah, eyes closed and eating her pussy like he was in heaven. Two of his fingers entered her and she arched off of the bed but he forced her back down. 

“That feel good, baby?” Steven asked, pinching her nipples between his fingers and pulling them. “I can’t wait to get my cock in you.”

Logan pulled out of her mouth, his dick so red and swollen and dripping in her saliva. Her throat was already raw but she wanted more. Steven knelt on the other side of her head and pushed the head of his cock past her lips and she moaned around it as her pussy was eaten. Marissa loved having three hard cocks to herself, all so hard and leaking pre-come because of how much they wanted her. 

The next thing she knew, her legs were being thrown over Jonah’s shoulders and he pushed himself inside of her pussy. Not expecting it, her scream was strangled by Steven’s cock. Needing to grab something, she reached up for Logan’s dick and squeezed it as she got fucked in her mouth and pussy. 

Jonah fucked her hard and deep, and she could hear his cock sliding in and out with every thrust. For a moment she wondered if he was going to come soon, used to men who couldn’t last long. But then she remembered they do this for a living so her pussy wasn’t going to get a break any time soon. 

He pulled out almost abruptly as he entered her and got off the bed to let someone else have a turn. Steven wasted no time moving from her mouth to her pussy. He was a bit more gentle, fucking her in slow strokes. For the first time, she was able to see Sophie in the corner, watching the scene through the monitor. 

“That’s my girl,” Sophie mouthed when she noticed Marissa watching her. 

That gave Marissa a little encouragement, now wanting to put a show on for Sophie. It was easier to focus on her than focus on the fact that thousands of others will watch this. She looked up at Logan and stuck out her tongue for him to tap his cock against. Then he wrapped his hand in her hair and forced her head to bob up and down on his cock again. 

She could hear the wet, slick sound of Jonah fisting his cock next to the bed as he watched. 

Logan was the last to fuck her pussy, but he had already destroyed her throat. With the biggest cock of the three, he stretched her open even more and she practically felt him rearranging her. It was so much, she grasped the sheets and a raspy scream escaped her throat as she came. Logan pulled his cock out to watch her soak the sheets. 

Not even giving her time to rest, Steven began to untie her from the bed before laying down on it. He smacked his thighs. “Get on top, beautiful.”

Marissa sank onto his cock, but before she could move, she felt two hands on her ass. Logan was behind her, pulling out the butt plug. “Do you think you can take us both at the same time?”

The thought of two cocks in her at once made her breath catch in her throat. What if her body wasn’t able to open up for them both and she ruined it? But as soon as the toy was no longer inside of her ass, her hole clenched to be filled back up. 

“Fuck me,” Marissa told him. 

It felt like she was going to be split in two as Logan entered her asshole. This time he was more gentle, knowing it was a lot to have two cocks inside of her at once. Knowing Sophie was watching, her hole swallowed him like the good little slut that she was.

Logan and Steven both began to thrust at the same time. The stretch around them both was overwhelming but she loved it. She loved her body being used by them both, making them both feel good.

Her ass stung as a large hand smacked it so hard that she lost her breath. Her ass and pussy clenched around them both. “Do it again,” Marissa begged.

The hand came down harder this time and then Logan tangled his hand in her hair again to pull her head back. Jonah’s cock was right there waiting for her mouth and she took it greedily. 

“Fucking whore,” Jonah whispered.

Marissa was a fucking whore and she loved it. All of her senses were on fire from being filled in all three of her holes. Each man having no mercy and fucking the shit out of her from every angle. 

Part of her wished her ex-boyfriend could see her now. Maybe she’d send this to him to make him realize what he lost. 

The first to come was Jonah, pulling out to paint her face, smearing it on her lips with the head of his cock. His exhales were shaky as he spilled every last drop onto her. 

“Jesus Christ, that was so hot,” Steven said from underneath her, dazed at the sight of her come-covered face. It sent him over the edge and he thrusted up into her so hard as he came inside of her pussy. He filled her so much that she felt it leaking out of her. 

Logan was the last man standing. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand to force her backwards and dug the fingers of his other hand into her hips. His huge cock fucked her little asshole so hard that she wasn’t going to be able to sit for a week. Marissa buried her face in Steven’s neck and held onto him for dear life as Logan rammed into her, finally spilling his hot come inside of her. She could feel his cock pulsing through his orgasm. He pulled out and she had come leaking from her ass and pussy, and all over her face. 

“And…cut!” Sophie called from the corner. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

All day at work, Marissa sat at her computer desk with her skin buzzing in anticipation for the evening. For the first time, she was going to get fucked by three men on camera. Sophie told her that getting gang banged was an initiation, but Marissa had a feeling she just wanted to watch it. Marissa didn’t blame her—last week she watched Sophie role play as a cheerleader who fucked the entire football team. It turned them both on so much they spent the whole night going down on each other. 

Being so open with a group of people was addicting. There was no such thing as enough.

At home, the bed was now in the living room instead of the couch and there were black ropes tied to the headboard, waiting for her wrists. Sophie was in the kitchen looking delicious in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, pouring herself some wine. Marissa gave her a kiss ‘hello’ and crept her hand under the hem of the shirt to squeeze her ass. 

“Mmmm,” Sophie moaned into her mouth. “Are you ready for your debut, baby?”

Marissa couldn’t ignore the nerves in her belly. “What if people don’t wanna watch me?”

Sophie licked her lips as her eyes roamed Marissa’s body, taking both of her tits in her hands to squeeze them. “You’re so hot, that’s not going to happen.” She kissed her again. “C’mon, let’s take a bath and get you ready for the boys.”

In the bathroom, Sophie started a bath and began to undress Marissa, pressing her lips to every inch of newly exposed skin. She stopped on her nipples to suck them into her mouth one at a time. 

Once the bathtub was filled, Sophie got in first and Marissa sat between her legs, soft breasts pressed against her back. Sophie took her time running her wet hands over all of Marissa’s curves and teasing between her thighs. 

“Let me make sure you’re smooth,” Sophie said, grabbing a razor from the edge of the tub. 

Marissa had no idea that shaving could be sensual, but with the care that Sophie put into it, making sure she was gentle and never cut her. It was so fucking sexy that it felt like foreplay. When she was done, Sophie put the razor back where it was and circled her fingers over Marissa’s clit. “There we go. All ready to be fucked now.”

Sophie fingered her enough to get her worked up, but stopped as Marissa’s orgasm began to build. “Gotta save your little pussy for those greedy boys, baby.”

“What if they don’t fuck it like you do?” Marissa asked, lip between her teeth and writhing their wet bodies together. 

Slipping two fingers back into her pussy with one hand and grabbing her jaw with the other, Sophie gave Marissa no choice but to look at her. “Nobody will ever fuck it like I do. You got that, baby?”

The low growl of her voice raised goosebumps on Marissa’s skin. “Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s a good girl.” Sophie pumped her fingers in her a few more times and pulled them out. 

As the water began to cool, they stepped out and Sophie dried her off by patting every inch of Marissa’s skin with a pink fluffy towel. “Go lay in the bed,” Sophie instructed. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Marissa did as she was told, going to their large bed that was now in the living room with her damp hair sticking to her shoulders. Her pussy was so wet by the anticipation of what would come. 

A few minutes later, Sophie emerged with a bottle of baby oil and a butt plug with a diamond base. Without a word, she put the toy on the nightstand and got on the bed to straddle Marissa’s waist. Sophie stared at Marissa’s body with dark, lust-filled eyes as she poured the baby oil in her palm. She began with her breasts, kneading them with her slick hands and pinching Marissa’s nipples a little so they were hard. Then her hands slid down to her navel and hips and inner thighs, thumbs running along her pussy lips. From there, she lathered the oil down each of Marissa’s legs and sucked her toes in her mouth. Marissa didn’t even know getting her toe sucked would be a turn on. 

“Now for the finishing touch,” Sophie said, leaning over to grab the butt plug from the nightstand and the bottle of lube that was on there from the night before. “Get on your hands and knees. This way you’ll be ready for anything they want to give you.”

Marissa did as she was told because she was such a slut for Sophie. A slick finger entered her tight hole and she spread her legs even further, needing more. 

Sophie teased her with a second finger before pushing it in. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

Her words made Marissa’s heart clench in her chest. Nobody had ever worshipped her body like Sophie did. It made her feel invincible. 

Marissa gasped as the cool tip of the toy entered her. The burn of her hole stretching had become a familiar, delicious feeling. She relaxed to open herself even more until Sophie pushed it into the base. 

“That’s it, open up for me,” Sophie said, rubbing her fingers over the stretched skin. And then she whispered almost to herself, like she didn’t want Marissa to hear. “She’s perfect.”

A knock at the front door pulled them both out of their trance. Marissa’s heart jumped into her throat. There was no going back now. Three men were standing outside of the door waiting to fill her. 

Sophie tied her wrists to the headboard before greeting them at the door, still fully naked. Marissa envied her confidence, answering the door with zero shame. One at a time, they walked in and kissed her on the mouth, squeezing or smacking her ass. 

All three of them stopped in their tracks when they saw Marissa naked and slick, tied up to the bed. The one with the long hair up in a bun already reached down to adjust his cock in his jeans just at the sight of her. Being stared at like a Thanksgiving feast already had the heat running through her, pussy getting wet. 

“You remember Steven?” Sophie asked, gesturing to the guy they fucked around with last week. “This is Logan and Jonah.” 

Marissa wasn’t sure what to do since her hands were tied up other than smile at them. “Nice to meet you.”

As the three men undressed, Sophie turned on the lighting on each side of the bed and angled the camera so it was focused directly on Marissa. For a split second, she considered asking if they could do this another time. Maybe it was too soon to jump into this. But then the long-haired guy, Logan, stood beside the bed with his large cock in his hand, stroking it for her. Her nipples hardened and her blood started to pump, legs unconsciously spreading open. 

“And…action,” Sophie whispered, taking a seat behind the camera and crossing her legs, like her favorite movie was on.

Logan wasted no time and knelt by her head on the bed, tapping her lips with the tip of his cock. Marissa opened her mouth right up for him, letting him ease his cock down her throat until she gagged and drooled down his shaft.

A warm body sidled up to her side and she couldn’t see who it was, but he kneaded her breasts with large, warm hands and sucked a nipple into his mouth. The third nudged her legs open even more and spread her pussy lips open with his fingers so the camera could get a good view of it. 

“Little slut,” Logan moaned, wrapping his fingers around her jaw to keep it in place as he fucked her throat. Marissa was choking on it so much that she was almost worried she could pass out, but the fear raised goosebumps on her skin. 

A warm tongue ran from her asshole to her clit, sucking it between his mouth. Peering down, she was able to see that it was Jonah, eyes closed and eating her pussy like he was in heaven. Two of his fingers entered her and she arched off of the bed but he forced her back down. 

“That feel good, baby?” Steven asked, pinching her nipples between his fingers and pulling them. “I can’t wait to get my cock in you.”

Logan pulled out of her mouth, his dick so red and swollen and dripping in her saliva. Her throat was already raw but she wanted more. Steven knelt on the other side of her head and pushed the head of his cock past her lips and she moaned around it as her pussy was eaten. Marissa loved having three hard cocks to herself, all so hard and leaking pre-come because of how much they wanted her. 

The next thing she knew, her legs were being thrown over Jonah’s shoulders and he pushed himself inside of her pussy. Not expecting it, her scream was strangled by Steven’s cock. Needing to grab something, she reached up for Logan’s dick and squeezed it as she got fucked in her mouth and pussy. 

Jonah fucked her hard and deep, and she could hear his cock sliding in and out with every thrust. For a moment she wondered if he was going to come soon, used to men who couldn’t last long. But then she remembered they do this for a living so her pussy wasn’t going to get a break any time soon. 

He pulled out almost abruptly as he entered her and got off the bed to let someone else have a turn. Steven wasted no time moving from her mouth to her pussy. He was a bit more gentle, fucking her in slow strokes. For the first time, she was able to see Sophie in the corner, watching the scene through the monitor. 

“That’s my girl,” Sophie mouthed when she noticed Marissa watching her. 

That gave Marissa a little encouragement, now wanting to put a show on for Sophie. It was easier to focus on her than focus on the fact that thousands of others will watch this. She looked up at Logan and stuck out her tongue for him to tap his cock against. Then he wrapped his hand in her hair and forced her head to bob up and down on his cock again. 

She could hear the wet, slick sound of Jonah fisting his cock next to the bed as he watched. 

Logan was the last to fuck her pussy, but he had already destroyed her throat. With the biggest cock of the three, he stretched her open even more and she practically felt him rearranging her. It was so much, she grasped the sheets and a raspy scream escaped her throat as she came. Logan pulled his cock out to watch her soak the sheets. 

Not even giving her time to rest, Steven began to untie her from the bed before laying down on it. He smacked his thighs. “Get on top, beautiful.”

Marissa sank onto his cock, but before she could move, she felt two hands on her ass. Logan was behind her, pulling out the buttplug. “Do you think you can take us both at the same time?”

The thought of two cocks in her at once made her breath catch in her throat. What if her body wasn’t able to open up for them both and she ruined it? But as soon as the toy was no longer inside of her ass, her hole clenched to be filled back up. 

“Fuck me,” Marissa told him. 

It felt like she was going to be split in two as Logan entered her asshole. This time he was more gentle, knowing it was a lot to have two cocks inside of her at once. Knowing Sophie was watching, her hole swallowed him like the good little slut that she was.

Logan and Steven both began to thrust at the same time. The stretch around them both was overwhelming but she loved it. She loved her body being used by them both, making them both feel good.

Her ass stung as a large hand smacked it so hard that she lost her breath. Her ass and pussy clenched around them both. “Do it again,” Marissa begged.

The hand came down harder this time and then Logan tangled his hand in her hair again to pull her head back. Jonah’s cock was right there waiting for her mouth and she took it greedily. 

“Fucking whore,” Jonah whispered.

Marissa was a fucking whore and she loved it. All of her senses were on fire from being filled in all three of her holes. Each man having no mercy and fucking the shit out of her from every angle. 

Part of her wished her ex-boyfriend could see her now. Maybe she’d send this to him to make him realize what he lost. 

The first to come was Jonah, pulling out to paint her face, smearing it on her lips with the head of his cock. His exhales were shaky as he spilled every last drop onto her. 

“Jesus Christ, that was so hot,” Steven said from underneath her, dazed at the sight of her come-covered face. It sent him over the edge and he thrusted up into her so hard as he came inside of her pussy. He filled her so much that she felt it leaking out of her. 

Logan was the last man standing. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand to force her backwards and dug the fingers of his other hand into her hips. His huge cock fucked her little asshole so hard that she wasn’t going to be able to sit for a week. Marissa buried her face in Steven’s neck and held onto him for dear life as Logan rammed into her, finally spilling his hot come inside of her. She could feel his cock pulsing through his orgasm. He pulled out and she had come leaking from her ass and pussy, and all over her face. 

“And…cut!” Sophie called from the corner. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Around 8 years ago, I realized that I enjoyed the thought of watching my man fuck other women. At first he would just finger me while talking about what he would do to other girls and then we started including my friends in the fantasies. Surprisingly, it's extremely easy to get a girl to fuck your boyfriend. All four girls didn't even hesitate. The crazy part is that three out of four of them had boyfriends of their own. After they'd leave, we'd have sex. It was like a long form of foreplay for us. It's also hot that both of them were doing it for me.

The first girl was a friend/coworker and she fucked him 2-3 times, but it faded out for some reason. We are still really good friends. The second girl was my childhood friend when we went to go visit my hometown. She knew that we were into it, asked me if I'd be into it and booked a hotel room for a few hours. They fucked and we left. (I feel like this sounds fake as fuck, but it's not. I still have videos from that night.) The third girl was another friend/coworker that was a bit younger than us. We had her over a handful of times, but then it ended when she became single. Finally, the fourth is my current best friend. It only happened once and she started dating someone two weeks later so it never happened again.

That last time was over two years ago though. It's frustrating that we can't find anyone. Instead, I have resorted to writing erotic stories about it and reading them out loud to him.

For his 35th birthday, I booked my husband a five day trip on an adult-only cruise line. The present was just as much for me as it was for Andrew. For weeks, I’ve been a horny little slut in anticipation of watching him fuck other women for five days. Ever since we found out about this kink of mine a few years ago, we had gotten four of my friends to fuck him on and off. But then they get boyfriends or move away or we lose touch, and then I become like a starving animal, needing to be fed. Between girls, my husband would finger me while he talked in detail about fucking other women. That helped a little, but it didn’t fully quench my thirst like watching him fuck another pussy would. 

Our flight to the cruise port was a red-eye on a mostly empty plane. The few passengers on it seemed to be asleep, but I was wired with energy for what’s to come. Beside me, Andrew was asleep with his head lolled to the side, legs spread out in front of him in his grey sweatpants. Nobody was in our row, so I ran my hand up his thigh until my fingers grazed his cock. Andrew shifted in his seat and moaned out loud, like he had forgotten where we were. 

“Shhh,” I whispered, stroking him through his pants until he started to swell in my grasp. “Someone will hear you.”

Still half asleep and too horny to care, Andrew pulled down the waistband of his sweats to free his cock. Already rock solid, it stood straight up, begging for attention. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I turn as much as I can in the small space so my back is against the window and I swallow his cock until the head brushes the back of my throat. I’m so turned on that I couldn’t help but moan around it. 

Now it was Andrew’s turn to shush me by pushing my head even further down on his dick. That didn’t help me get quiet, though, because I gagged loud enough for the entire plane to hear. 

I pulled my head out of his lap and grasped his cock which was slick with my spit. “How many women do you think you’ll get to fuck on this trip?”

Andrew’s eyes fluttered closed and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as I twisted my fist around the swollen head of his leaking cock. “How many do you want me to fuck?”

There wasn’t a limit that I could think of. If it were up to me, I’d line up every girl with a big ass on the cruise and let him fuck every one. Once in a while, I get self conscious about how feral I am about it, but Andrew always assures me that he liked it. 

“Excuse me, is everything okay—” One of the stewardesses crept up from behind us. She must have heard the noises and got concerned. Or curious. The way she eyed Andrew’s cock made me think it was the ladder. Even with her there, I never stopped stroking him, wanting to see what she would do. If I had learned one thing during my exploration, it’s that women were horny as fuck and loved the thrill of fucking someone’s man. 

“You’re not gonna tell anyone, are you?” I whispered, showing off my husband’s thick, shiny cock to her. 

Shaking her head, her eyes wouldn’t stop following my hand movements and she licked her lips. Score. “Would you like some assistance with that, ma’am?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I don’t think I can handle it all by myself.”

The stewardess—Amy, her nametag said—sat down in the aisle seat. If this was any indication of how the cruise would be, I couldn’t wait. She didn’t even waste any time and took the head of Andrew’s cock in her mouth. As she deep throated my husband, he looked at me with blissed out eyes, knowing he was the luckiest fucker on earth. 

Both of us put a hand on the back of her head to force her down further and she never even flinched, taking it all like her throat was endless. 

“Wow, what a good girl,” I encouraged her. Amy pulled back to flip her hair to the side so I could have a better view of her face, and her eyes stayed on mine as she lowered her head back down to tongue his balls. Her face was a mess with drool and her mascara was smudged around her eyes. “When we land, do you want my husband to fuck you?”

Amy massaged his balls in her hand. “No, he’s gonna fuck me now. I’ll be right back.”

With a kiss to the tip of his cock, Amy hurried down the plane and came back within a minute with another stewardess who had earlier brought them sodas. “This is Steph,” Amy explained, and began unbuttoning her black pants. “She will keep a look out.

Planes were definitely not designed to be fucked on, but Amy was able to make it work as she straddled Andrew’s lap. Her knee wedged between mine and Andrew’s thighs. I lined his dick up with her pussy as she sank down onto it, breath hitching as he filled her. 

Steph was mesmerized by her friend bouncing on my husband’s cock. There was no way that they had never done this before by how comfortable they seemed with it. As much as I wanted to smack Amy’s fat ass, I didn’t want to draw more attention, but I grabbed a handful and squeezed. If there was more space, I’d spread her cheeks open so that Steph could watch his cock disappear in and out of her hole. 

I was sure that there was no mistaking the wet, delicious sound of her pussy getting fucked, but we were all past the point of caring. Andrew was close, his movements were jerky and his breath was caught in his throat. Amy’s ass was going to be bruised soon by how hard he was grabbing it, slamming her down onto his cock. A moan began to rip from her throat, but Steph reached over to clasp her hand over her mouth to shut her up. 

“You’re gonna get us fired,” Steph hissed, keeping her hand tight over her mouth as Amy convulsed through her orgasm. Strangled little whimpers still escaped as Andrew kept slamming her down on his cock. Steph looked hungry, like there was a buffet in front of her that she wasn’t allowed to touch. 

“You want a turn?” I ask, running my hand up and down Amy’s thigh while she recovers, still with Andrew’s cock inside of her. Knowing how good he must feel turned me on so much. As soon as we get off the plane, I planned on finding a Family bathroom for him to fuck me in. I’m so horny, I could feel the wetness between my thighs, but I like to wait until everyone else is done.

Amy maneuvered off of my husband and pulled her pants back up and sat in the row beside us. Steph hastily took off her own pants and panties, taking the place Amy was just in. She was a little smaller, so she had more room to ride him. 

Andrew had to be so close but I knew he didn’t want to fuck this opportunity up so he powered through it. 

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Steph whispered, head thrown back. Her movements were more fluid and slow, like she just loved having a cock inside of her. “I haven’t been fucked in so long.”

I slipped my hand between her legs to feel where Andrew’s cock is buried inside of her. She was soaking wet and dripping all over his balls and thighs. “Take your time,” I tell her. “His cock was meant to be shared.”

Steph began to pick up her pace, bouncing hard onto his cock, lips tucked between her teeth to keep herself quiet. She lifted up her shirt over her breasts and began to squeeze her own nipples. 

“No,” I instruct, and take both of her hands and hold them behind her back. “That’s his job.”

Andrew wasted no time taking both of her breasts and sucking one taut nipple in his mouth and pinching the other between his fingers. 

Too fucked out in the row beside us, Amy hadn’t been keeping an eye out and a middle-aged man walked by, stopping at the view in front of him. For a moment, I was so sure we were caught and going to be banned from flying forever, but he only smiled and continued to the bathroom. There was no way he wasn’t touching himself while in there. 

Even though I’d love to watch all night, I knew there was only so much time before someone passed that wasn’t a horny man. I reached over to rub Steph’s clit with my thumb to make her come faster. Her pussy tightened as she came on my husband’s cock, her entire body shook as I continued to rub her sensitive clit. That sent Andrew over the edge and he came right inside of her wet little hole, face still buried in her tits. 

Lifting herself off of him with shaky legs and arms, Steph stood back up to put her pants back on. Andrew sat there, still half hard and covered in the juices of both women and his own come. 

“Let me clean that up,” I said, and I licked up his cock, tasting the saltiness of all three of them. He shuddered as I lapped his balls clean. 

As much as the girls tried to fix themselves up, they still looked fucked out. Thankfully, it was so dark that maybe nobody would notice their smeared makeup or notice they couldn’t walk entirely straight. 

“That was great,” Amy said, tying her hair up in a ponytail. “When is your flight back?”

I got both of their numbers for any time we would be flying in or out of Tampa. The plane landed and both girls stood at the front to say goodbye to the passengers. As a souvenir, they both handed us their panties as we exited the plane. 

“This is going to be the best trip,” I told Andrew. 

For his 35th birthday, I booked my husband a five day trip on an adult-only cruise line. The present was just as much for me as it was for Andrew. For weeks, I’ve been a horny little slut in anticipation of watching him fuck other women for five days. Ever since we found out about this kink of mine a few years ago, we had gotten four of my friends to fuck him on and off. But then they get boyfriends or move away or we lose touch, and then I become like a starving animal, needing to be fed. Between girls, my husband would finger me while he talked in detail about fucking other women. That helped a little, but it didn’t fully quench my thirst like watching him fuck another pussy would. 

Our flight to the cruise port was a red-eye on a mostly empty plane. The few passengers on it seemed to be asleep, but I was wired with energy for what’s to come. Beside me, Andrew was asleep with his head lolled to the side, legs spread out in front of him in his grey sweatpants. Nobody was in our row, so I ran my hand up his thigh until my fingers grazed his cock. Andrew shifted in his seat and moaned out loud, like he had forgotten where we were. 

“Shhh,” I whispered, stroking him through his pants until he started to swell in my grasp. “Someone will hear you.”

Still half asleep and too horny to care, Andrew pulled down the waistband of his sweats to free his cock. Already rock solid, it stood straight up, begging for attention. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I turn as much as I can in the small space so my back is against the window and I swallow his cock until the head brushes the back of my throat. I’m so turned on that I couldn’t help but moan around it. 

Now it was Andrew’s turn to shush me by pushing my head even further down on his dick. That didn’t help me get quiet, though, because I gagged loud enough for the entire plane to hear. 

I pulled my head out of his lap and grasped his cock which was slick with my spit. “How many women do you think you’ll get to fuck on this trip?”

Andrew’s eyes fluttered closed and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as I twisted my fist around the swollen head of his leaking cock. “How many do you want me to fuck?”

There wasn’t a limit that I could think of. If it were up to me, I’d line up every girl with a big ass on the cruise and let him fuck every one. Once in a while, I get self conscious about how feral I am about it, but Andrew always assures me that he liked it. 

“Excuse me, is everything okay—” One of the stewardesses crept up from behind us. She must have heard the noises and got concerned. Or curious. The way she eyed Andrew’s cock made me think it was the ladder. Even with her there, I never stopped stroking him, wanting to see what she would do. If I had learned one thing during my exploration, it’s that women were horny as fuck and loved the thrill of fucking someone’s man. 

“You’re not gonna tell anyone, are you?” I whispered, showing off my husband’s thick, shiny cock to her. 

Shaking her head, her eyes wouldn’t stop following my hand movements and she licked her lips. Score. “Would you like some assistance with that, ma’am?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I don’t think I can handle it all by myself.”

The stewardess—Amy, her nametag said—sat down in the aisle seat. If this was any indication of how the cruise would be, I couldn’t wait. She didn’t even waste any time and took the head of Andrew’s cock in her mouth. As she deep throated my husband, he looked at me with blissed out eyes, knowing he was the luckiest fucker on earth. 

Both of us put a hand on the back of her head to force her down further and she never even flinched, taking it all like her throat was endless. 

“Wow, what a good girl,” I encouraged her. Amy pulled back to flip her hair to the side so I could have a better view of her face, and her eyes stayed on mine as she lowered her head back down to tongue his balls. Her face was a mess with drool and her mascara was smudged around her eyes. “When we land, do you want my husband to fuck you?”

Amy massaged his balls in her hand. “No, he’s gonna fuck me now. I’ll be right back.”

With a kiss to the tip of his cock, Amy hurried down the plane and came back within a minute with another stewardess who had earlier brought them sodas. “This is Steph,” Amy explained, and began unbuttoning her black pants. “She will keep a look out.

Planes were definitely not designed to be fucked on, but Amy was able to make it work as she straddled Andrew’s lap. Her knee wedged between mine and Andrew’s thighs. I lined his dick up with her pussy as she sank down onto it, breath hitching as he filled her. 

Steph was mesmerized by her friend bouncing on my husband’s cock. There was no way that they had never done this before by how comfortable they seemed with it. As much as I wanted to smack Amy’s fat ass, I didn’t want to draw more attention, but I grabbed a handful and squeezed. If there was more space, I’d spread her cheeks open so that Steph could watch his cock disappear in and out of her hole. 

I was sure that there was no mistaking the wet, delicious sound of her pussy getting fucked, but we were all past the point of caring. Andrew was close, his movements were jerky and his breath was caught in his throat. Amy’s ass was going to be bruised soon by how hard he was grabbing it, slamming her down onto his cock. A moan began to rip from her throat, but Steph reached over to clasp her hand over her mouth to shut her up. 

“You’re gonna get us fired,” Steph hissed, keeping her hand tight over her mouth as Amy convulsed through her orgasm. Strangled little whimpers still escaped as Andrew kept slamming her down on his cock. Steph looked hungry, like there was a buffet in front of her that she wasn’t allowed to touch. 

“You want a turn?” I ask, running my hand up and down Amy’s thigh while she recovers, still with Andrew’s cock inside of her. Knowing how good he must feel turned me on so much. As soon as we get off the plane, I planned on finding a Family bathroom for him to fuck me in. I’m so horny, I could feel the wetness between my thighs, but I like to wait until everyone else is done.

Amy maneuvered off of my husband and pulled her pants back up and sat in the row beside us. Steph hastily took off her own pants and panties, taking the place Amy was just in. She was a little smaller, so she had more room to ride him. 

Andrew had to be so close but I knew he didn’t want to fuck this opportunity up so he powered through it. 

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Steph whispered, head thrown back. Her movements were more fluid and slow, like she just loved having a cock inside of her. “I haven’t been fucked in so long.”

I slipped my hand between her legs to feel where Andrew’s cock is buried inside of her. She was soaking wet and dripping all over his balls and thighs. “Take your time,” I tell her. “His cock was meant to be shared.”

Steph began to pick up her pace, bouncing hard onto his cock, lips tucked between her teeth to keep herself quiet. She lifted up her shirt over her breasts and began to squeeze her own nipples. 

“No,” I instruct, and take both of her hands and hold them behind her back. “That’s his job.”

Andrew wasted no time taking both of her breasts and sucking one taut nipple in his mouth and pinching the other between his fingers. 

Too fucked out in the row beside us, Amy hadn’t been keeping an eye out and a middle-aged man walked by, stopping at the view in front of him. For a moment, I was so sure we were caught and going to be banned from flying forever, but he only smiled and continued to the bathroom. There was no way he wasn’t touching himself while in there. 

Even though I’d love to watch all night, I knew there was only so much time before someone passed that wasn’t a horny man. I reached over to rub Steph’s clit with my thumb to make her come faster. Her pussy tightened as she came on my husband’s cock, her entire body shook as I continued to rub her sensitive clit. That sent Andrew over the edge and he came right inside of her wet little hole, face still buried in her tits. 

Lifting herself off of him with shaky legs and arms, Steph stood back up to put her pants back on. Andrew sat there, still half hard and covered in the juices of both women and his own come. 

“Let me clean that up,” I said, and I licked up his cock, tasting the saltiness of all three of them. He shuddered as I lapped his balls clean. 

As much as the girls tried to fix themselves up, they still looked fucked out. Thankfully, it was so dark that maybe nobody would notice their smeared makeup or notice they couldn’t walk entirely straight. 

“That was great,” Amy said, tying her hair up in a ponytail. “When is your flight back?”

I got both of their numbers for any time we would be flying in or out of Tampa. The plane landed and both girls stood at the front to say goodbye to the passengers. As a souvenir, they both handed us their panties as we exited the plane. 

“This is going to be the best trip,” I told Andrew. 

For his 35th birthday, I booked my husband a five day trip on an adult-only cruise line. The present was just as much for me as it was for Andrew. For weeks, I’ve been a horny little slut in anticipation of watching him fuck other women for five days. Ever since we found out about this kink of mine a few years ago, we had gotten four of my friends to fuck him on and off. But then they get boyfriends or move away or we lose touch, and then I become like a starving animal, needing to be fed. Between girls, my husband would finger me while he talked in detail about fucking other women. That helped a little, but it didn’t fully quench my thirst like watching him fuck another pussy would. 

Our flight to the cruise port was a red-eye on a mostly empty plane. The few passengers on it seemed to be asleep, but I was wired with energy for what’s to come. Beside me, Andrew was asleep with his head lolled to the side, legs spread out in front of him in his grey sweatpants. Nobody was in our row, so I ran my hand up his thigh until my fingers grazed his cock. Andrew shifted in his seat and moaned out loud, like he had forgotten where we were. 

“Shhh,” I whispered, stroking him through his pants until he started to swell in my grasp. “Someone will hear you.”

Still half asleep and too horny to care, Andrew pulled down the waistband of his sweats to free his cock. Already rock solid, it stood straight up, begging for attention. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I turn as much as I can in the small space so my back is against the window and I swallow his cock until the head brushes the back of my throat. I’m so turned on that I couldn’t help but moan around it. 

Now it was Andrew’s turn to shush me by pushing my head even further down on his dick. That didn’t help me get quiet, though, because I gagged loud enough for the entire plane to hear. 

I pulled my head out of his lap and grasped his cock which was slick with my spit. “How many women do you think you’ll get to fuck on this trip?”

Andrew’s eyes fluttered closed and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as I twisted my fist around the swollen head of his leaking cock. “How many do you want me to fuck?”

There wasn’t a limit that I could think of. If it were up to me, I’d line up every girl with a big ass on the cruise and let him fuck every one. Once in a while, I get self conscious about how feral I am about it, but Andrew always assures me that he liked it. 

“Excuse me, is everything okay—” One of the stewardesses crept up from behind us. She must have heard the noises and got concerned. Or curious. The way she eyed Andrew’s cock made me think it was the ladder. Even with her there, I never stopped stroking him, wanting to see what she would do. If I had learned one thing during my exploration, it’s that women were horny as fuck and loved the thrill of fucking someone’s man. 

“You’re not gonna tell anyone, are you?” I whispered, showing off my husband’s thick, shiny cock to her. 

Shaking her head, her eyes wouldn’t stop following my hand movements and she licked her lips. Score. “Would you like some assistance with that, ma’am?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I don’t think I can handle it all by myself.”

The stewardess—Amy, her nametag said—sat down in the aisle seat. If this was any indication of how the cruise would be, I couldn’t wait. She didn’t even waste any time and took the head of Andrew’s cock in her mouth. As she deep throated my husband, he looked at me with blissed out eyes, knowing he was the luckiest fucker on earth. 

Both of us put a hand on the back of her head to force her down further and she never even flinched, taking it all like her throat was endless. 

“Wow, what a good girl,” I encouraged her. Amy pulled back to flip her hair to the side so I could have a better view of her face, and her eyes stayed on mine as she lowered her head back down to tongue his balls. Her face was a mess with drool and her mascara was smudged around her eyes. “When we land, do you want my husband to fuck you?”

Amy massaged his balls in her hand. “No, he’s gonna fuck me now. I’ll be right back.”

With a kiss to the tip of his cock, Amy hurried down the plane and came back within a minute with another stewardess who had earlier brought them sodas. “This is Steph,” Amy explained, and began unbuttoning her black pants. “She will keep a look out.

Planes were definitely not designed to be fucked on, but Amy was able to make it work as she straddled Andrew’s lap. Her knee wedged between mine and Andrew’s thighs. I lined his dick up with her pussy as she sank down onto it, breath hitching as he filled her. 

Steph was mesmerized by her friend bouncing on my husband’s cock. There was no way that they had never done this before by how comfortable they seemed with it. As much as I wanted to smack Amy’s fat ass, I didn’t want to draw more attention, but I grabbed a handful and squeezed. If there was more space, I’d spread her cheeks open so that Steph could watch his cock disappear in and out of her hole. 

I was sure that there was no mistaking the wet, delicious sound of her pussy getting fucked, but we were all past the point of caring. Andrew was close, his movements were jerky and his breath was caught in his throat. Amy’s ass was going to be bruised soon by how hard he was grabbing it, slamming her down onto his cock. A moan began to rip from her throat, but Steph reached over to clasp her hand over her mouth to shut her up. 

“You’re gonna get us fired,” Steph hissed, keeping her hand tight over her mouth as Amy convulsed through her orgasm. Strangled little whimpers still escaped as Andrew kept slamming her down on his cock. Steph looked hungry, like there was a buffet in front of her that she wasn’t allowed to touch. 

“You want a turn?” I ask, running my hand up and down Amy’s thigh while she recovers, still with Andrew’s cock inside of her. Knowing how good he must feel turned me on so much. As soon as we get off the plane, I planned on finding a Family bathroom for him to fuck me in. I’m so horny, I could feel the wetness between my thighs, but I like to wait until everyone else is done.

Amy maneuvered off of my husband and pulled her pants back up and sat in the row beside us. Steph hastily took off her own pants and panties, taking the place Amy was just in. She was a little smaller, so she had more room to ride him. 

Andrew had to be so close but I knew he didn’t want to fuck this opportunity up so he powered through it. 

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Steph whispered, head thrown back. Her movements were more fluid and slow, like she just loved having a cock inside of her. “I haven’t been fucked in so long.”

I slipped my hand between her legs to feel where Andrew’s cock is buried inside of her. She was soaking wet and dripping all over his balls and thighs. “Take your time,” I tell her. “His cock was meant to be shared.”

Steph began to pick up her pace, bouncing hard onto his cock, lips tucked between her teeth to keep herself quiet. She lifted up her shirt over her breasts and began to squeeze her own nipples. 

“No,” I instruct, and take both of her hands and hold them behind her back. “That’s his job.”

Andrew wasted no time taking both of her breasts and sucking one taut nipple in his mouth and pinching the other between his fingers. 

Too fucked out in the row beside us, Amy hadn’t been keeping an eye out and a middle-aged man walked by, stopping at the view in front of him. For a moment, I was so sure we were caught and going to be banned from flying forever, but he only smiled and continued to the bathroom. There was no way he wasn’t touching himself while in there. 

Even though I’d love to watch all night, I knew there was only so much time before someone passed that wasn’t a horny man. I reached over to rub Steph’s clit with my thumb to make her come faster. Her pussy tightened as she came on my husband’s cock, her entire body shook as I continued to rub her sensitive clit. That sent Andrew over the edge and he came right inside of her wet little hole, face still buried in her tits. 

Lifting herself off of him with shaky legs and arms, Steph stood back up to put her pants back on. Andrew sat there, still half hard and covered in the juices of both women and his own come. 

“Let me clean that up,” I said, and I licked up his cock, tasting the saltiness of all three of them. He shuddered as I lapped his balls clean. 

As much as the girls tried to fix themselves up, they still looked fucked out. Thankfully, it was so dark that maybe nobody would notice their smeared makeup or notice they couldn’t walk entirely straight. 

“That was great,” Amy said, tying her hair up in a ponytail. “When is your flight back?”

I got both of their numbers for any time we would be flying in or out of Tampa. The plane landed and both girls stood at the front to say goodbye to the passengers. As a souvenir, they both handed us their panties as we exited the plane. 

“This is going to be the best trip,” I told Andrew.

Living with a pornstar was like having any other roommate…until it wasn’t. After a long day of work, Marissa expected to open the door to Sophie on the couch, watching television like she had for the past few days. They would drink wine and cook together. After dinner, they’d fuck each other with toys. Basic roommate things. 

So when she opened the door and found one guy fucking Sophie’s ass and the other fucking her throat, Marissa was stunned. Sophie had given her a fair warning—even let her watch some of their videos. Seeing it in person was a different story. 

The three of them never even flinched at her presence. Marissa wasn’t sure if it was rude to stare, but they were so hot that she couldn’t help herself. The large, dark-haired man fucking her ass tugged on Sophie’s hair, spanking her and calling her a good little whore. In front of her, the lanky guy had his giant cock shoved so far down her throat that Marissa didn’t know how she was alive. His head was thrown back, mouth slack, like the inside of her mouth was the best thing he’d ever felt. Sophie moaned around it, drooling all down his shaft. 

Watching made Marissa so wet that she could feel it pooling between her legs. Maybe it wouldn’t be too weird if she sat behind the camera and fingered herself. No, no. That would be weird. They are doing a job. A job that seemed much better than sitting at a computer and typing numbers all day. If only Marissa was desirable enough for people to want to watch her. 

A guttural groan erupted from the Big Boy as he came, finishing off so hard in Sophie’s ass that she screamed. Her cheeks were deep red from how hard he spanked and grabbed it. His come leaked from her asshole, using his hand to milk his cock of every last drop. That must’ve set off the guy fucking her throat because he pulled back and painted Sophie’s face with his come. Sophie stuck her tongue out for it, like she was catching snowflakes. Marissa thought they were done, but Sophie—still on her hands and knees—turned around so the men had the opposite view of her. Lanky Guy sank to his knees to eat Big Boy’s come from her asshole. Big Boy grabbed Sophie’s face for a kiss, sharing Lanky Guy’s come. 

Even if they were performing, Marissa could tell they enjoyed it. None of what they did felt like they were doing it for the camera. That’s probably why they’re so successful. 

The scene ended with a three way kiss between them. As soon as the camera was off, they acted like they weren’t all just inside of each other, tasting each other. The two men used a rag to wipe themselves off. 

“Hey, Ris!” Sophie greeted her with an open-mouthed kiss. Marissa could taste the come that lingered on her tongue. “This is Steven and Ricky.”

Both men approached her, semi-hard cocks hanging between their legs. Marissa tried not to stare but it was rather difficult considering how turned on she was. 

“Nice to meet you,” Marissa said.

Sophie sidled up to her, tucking a strand of hair behind Marissa’s ear that sent a chill down her spine. “Don’t let her innocent act fool you,” she said, slipping her hand in the waistband of Marissa’s pants to feel her wet pussy. “I knew my baby girl would be wet.”

Getting fingered in front of two strangers wasn’t in the realm of normalcy for her, but the way Sophie rubbed her clit was too good to care. As the guys watched, their cocks began to swell again. 

As the intensity built, Sophie pulled her fingers back out and sucked them into her mouth. “Go put on something comfy,” she instructed, spanking Marissa’s ass. “I’ll make them leave if you don’t want me to share you.”

Turns out that Marissa loved being treated like Sophie’s personal belonging. 

Marissa put on a tight pair of boy shorts and a crop top with no bra, wanting to look hot for Sophie and the boys. It must’ve worked because when she came back out, Sophie bit her lip. Nobody had ever made Marissa feel as sexy as she did under Sophie’s gaze. 

“Welcome back, baby,” Sophie said, pressing a kiss to Marissa’s neck. She buried her hands under Marissa’s crop top and tweaked her hardened nipples. “Are you ready for me to share you with them, or do you want them to leave?”

Even though Sophie was her security blanket, Ricky and Steven were hot and they were staring at the two of them like lions about to attack their prey. Marissa wanted to be eaten alive by all of them. 

“They can stay,” Marissa breathed, enjoying Sophie pinching and pulling her nipples. 

Sophie lifted Marissa’s top so her tits were exposed, leaning forward to circle her nipple with her tongue. “You want them to see how good I take care of your sweet little pussy, don’t you, baby?”

Marissa nodded, opening her eyes to see the guys stroking themselves. Sophie strolled over to the couch and sat down, spreading her bare legs and patting the spot between them. “Come sit.”

Sitting where she was told, Sophie took off Marissa’s shorts and threw them to the floor. Marissa spread her legs for the boys to see. Sophie moaned and used two fingers to spread the lips of Marissa’s pussy. 

“Which one of you want to taste her first?” Sophie asked, grazing Marissa’s clit in the most tantalizing way. Ricky got on his knees first and ran his tongue along Marissa’s pussy, sucking both her clit and Sophie’s finger. With her other hand, Sophie caressed Marissa’s breasts and stomach and thigh. “Such a fucking whore letting these boys eat you in front of me.”

Marissa was so wet that Ricky’s face was shiny when he came up for air, licking his lips. 

Standing next to them all, Steven stood there stroking himself. “Should we turn the camera on?”

“No, she isn’t ready for that,” Sophie said, running her fingers through Ricky’s hair as he feasted on Marissa’s pussy. “Right now this is just for her.”

Marissa threw her head back as Ricky filled her with two fingers and Sophie wrapped her fingers around her exposed throat. A month ago, all she knew sex to be was something you’re only allowed to do with one person for the rest of your life. Such a waste of time because sex with multiple people was earth-shattering. Multiple mouths and hands roaming her body, her sweaty body writhing under the dark gaze of three sets of eyes. 

“That’s it, Ricky,” Sophie coaxed him through gritted teeth, tugging Marissa’s nipples. Beside them, Steven groaned and jerked his cock faster. “Make my baby girl come.”

Ricky did as he was told and sucked her clit between his lips and shook his head, fingers buried as deeply as they could go. His moan vibrated against her clit and she clenched around his hand as she came. Through bleary eyes, she watched as Steven came close to his own orgasm, pre-come dripping from his shaft. 

“Steven, stop,” Sophie demanded, waving him over and pushing Ricky from between their legs. “C’mere. I want you to come on her pussy. No fucking her, though. She’s had enough for today.”

Marissa could tell it pained him to let go of his cock, but he did as he was told. Ricky got up and Steven stood in the same spot, pressing the head of his cock right along her lips and started stroking again in quick movements. In seconds, he filled between her pussy lips with his come, entering her as much as he could without technically fucking her. It was such a tease. 

When Steven stepped back to catch his breath, Sophie scooped his come from Marissa’s pussy with two fingers and fed it to her. “You think you can come again for me?”

With two fingers down her throat, Marissa nodded. Sophie ran her finger over Marissa’s clit with a feather-like touch because it was so swollen, and wet with come from both her and Steven. Never fully coming down from her first orgasm, the second one didn’t take long. Sophie held Marissa down by her stomach so she couldn’t go anywhere as she came. 

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Sophie whispered in her ear so the boys couldn’t hear. Marissa could feel that she meant it. 

Marissa peeled herself off of Sophie, but their legs stayed tangled on the couch. Their need for each other was insane for only knowing each other a week, but Marissa was addicted to her already. 

The front door swung open and a guy that Marissa had seen videos of walked in. He walked right to Steven and kissed him. “You guys finished?” he asked. It took him a minute to realize Marissa was someone new. “Oh, shit. I’m Travis, nice to meet you.”

Marissa waved like she wasn’t laying there, sweaty and covered in come. Apparently, covered in his boyfriend’s come. Travis didn’t seem to mind.

Sophie was rubbing the inside of Marissa’s thigh. “This guy pays Travis and I five thousand a week to watch me do things to his ass.”

“Five thousand?!” Marissa gasped. That’s more than she made in a month. Just to fuck a hot guy. She would do that for free.

Travis shrugged. “People are freaks.”

Sophie squeezed her thigh. “If you want in, just say the word.”

Living with a pornstar was like having any other roommate…until it wasn’t. After a long day of work, Marissa expected to open the door to Sophie on the couch, watching television like she had for the past few days. They would drink wine and cook together. After dinner, they’d fuck each other with toys. Basic roommate things. 

So when she opened the door and found one guy fucking Sophie’s ass and the other fucking her throat, Marissa was stunned. Sophie had given her a fair warning—even let her watch some of their videos. Seeing it in person was a different story. 

The three of them never even flinched at her presence. Marissa wasn’t sure if it was rude to stare, but they were so hot that she couldn’t help herself. The large, dark-haired man fucking her ass tugged on Sophie’s hair, spanking her and calling her a good little whore. In front of her, the lanky guy had his giant cock shoved so far down her throat that Marissa didn’t know how she was alive. His head was thrown back, mouth slack, like the inside of her mouth was the best thing he’d ever felt. Sophie moaned around it, drooling all down his shaft. 

Watching made Marissa so wet that she could feel it pooling between her legs. Maybe it wouldn’t be too weird if she sat behind the camera and fingered herself. No, no. That would be weird. They are doing a job. A job that seemed much better than sitting at a computer and typing numbers all day. If only Marissa was desirable enough for people to want to watch her. 

A guttural groan erupted from the Big Boy as he came, finishing off so hard in Sophie’s ass that she screamed. Her cheeks were deep red from how hard he spanked and grabbed it. His come leaked from her asshole, using his hand to milk his cock of every last drop. That must’ve set off the guy fucking her throat because he pulled back and painted Sophie’s face with his come. Sophie stuck her tongue out for it, like she was catching snowflakes. Marissa thought they were done, but Sophie—still on her hands and knees—turned around so the men had the opposite view of her. Lanky Guy sank to his knees to eat Big Boy’s come from her asshole. Big Boy grabbed Sophie’s face for a kiss, sharing Lanky Guy’s come. 

Even if they were performing, Marissa could tell they enjoyed it. None of what they did felt like they were doing it for the camera. That’s probably why they’re so successful. 

The scene ended with a three way kiss between them. As soon as the camera was off, they acted like they weren’t all just inside of each other, tasting each other. The two men used a rag to wipe themselves off. 

“Hey, Ris!” Sophie greeted her with an open-mouthed kiss. Marissa could taste the come that lingered on her tongue. “This is Steven and Ricky.”

Both men approached her, semi-hard cocks hanging between their legs. Marissa tried not to stare but it was rather difficult considering how turned on she was. 

“Nice to meet you,” Marissa said.

Sophie sidled up to her, tucking a strand of hair behind Marissa’s ear that sent a chill down her spine. “Don’t let her innocent act fool you,” she said, slipping her hand in the waistband of Marissa’s pants to feel her wet pussy. “I knew my baby girl would be wet.”

Getting fingered in front of two strangers wasn’t in the realm of normalcy for her, but the way Sophie rubbed her clit was too good to care. As the guys watched, their cocks began to swell again. 

As the intensity built, Sophie pulled her fingers back out and sucked them into her mouth. “Go put on something comfy,” she instructed, spanking Marissa’s ass. “I’ll make them leave if you don’t want me to share you.”

Turns out that Marissa loved being treated like Sophie’s personal belonging. 

Marissa put on a tight pair of boy shorts and a crop top with no bra, wanting to look hot for Sophie and the boys. It must’ve worked because when she came back out, Sophie bit her lip. Nobody had ever made Marissa feel as sexy as she did under Sophie’s gaze. 

“Welcome back, baby,” Sophie said, pressing a kiss to Marissa’s neck. She buried her hands under Marissa’s crop top and tweaked her hardened nipples. “Are you ready for me to share you with them, or do you want them to leave?”

Even though Sophie was her security blanket, Ricky and Steven were hot and they were staring at the two of them like lions about to attack their prey. Marissa wanted to be eaten alive by all of them. 

“They can stay,” Marissa breathed, enjoying Sophie pinching and pulling her nipples. 

Sophie lifted Marissa’s top so her tits were exposed, leaning forward to circle her nipple with her tongue. “You want them to see how good I take care of your sweet little pussy, don’t you, baby?”

Marissa nodded, opening her eyes to see the guys stroking themselves. Sophie strolled over to the couch and sat down, spreading her bare legs and patting the spot between them. “Come sit.”

Sitting where she was told, Sophie took off Marissa’s shorts and threw them to the floor. Marissa spread her legs for the boys to see. Sophie moaned and used two fingers to spread the lips of Marissa’s pussy. 

“Which one of you want to taste her first?” Sophie asked, grazing Marissa’s clit in the most tantalizing way. Ricky got on his knees first and ran his tongue along Marissa’s pussy, sucking both her clit and Sophie’s finger. With her other hand, Sophie caressed Marissa’s breasts and stomach and thigh. “Such a fucking whore letting these boys eat you in front of me.”

Marissa was so wet that Ricky’s face was shiny when he came up for air, licking his lips. 

Standing next to them all, Steven stood there stroking himself. “Should we turn the camera on?”

“No, she isn’t ready for that,” Sophie said, running her fingers through Ricky’s hair as he feasted on Marissa’s pussy. “Right now this is just for her.”

Marissa threw her head back as Ricky filled her with two fingers and Sophie wrapped her fingers around her exposed throat. A month ago, all she knew sex to be was something you’re only allowed to do with one person for the rest of your life. Such a waste of time because sex with multiple people was earth-shattering. Multiple mouths and hands roaming her body, her sweaty body writhing under the dark gaze of three sets of eyes. 

“That’s it, Ricky,” Sophie coaxed him through gritted teeth, tugging Marissa’s nipples. Beside them, Steven groaned and jerked his cock faster. “Make my baby girl come.”

Ricky did as he was told and sucked her clit between his lips and shook his head, fingers buried as deeply as they could go. His moan vibrated against her clit and she clenched around his hand as she came. Through bleary eyes, she watched as Steven came close to his own orgasm, pre-come dripping from his shaft. 

“Steven, stop,” Sophie demanded, waving him over and pushing Ricky from between their legs. “C’mere. I want you to come on her pussy. No fucking her, though. She’s had enough for today.”

Marissa could tell it pained him to let go of his cock, but he did as he was told. Ricky got up and Steven stood in the same spot, pressing the head of his cock right along her lips and started stroking again in quick movements. In seconds, he filled between her pussy lips with his come, entering her as much as he could without technically fucking her. It was such a tease. 

When Steven stepped back to catch his breath, Sophie scooped his come from Marissa’s pussy with two fingers and fed it to her. “You think you can come again for me?”

With two fingers down her throat, Marissa nodded. Sophie ran her finger over Marissa’s clit with a feather-like touch because it was so swollen, and wet with come from both her and Steven. Never fully coming down from her first orgasm, the second one didn’t take long. Sophie held Marissa down by her stomach so she couldn’t go anywhere as she came. 

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Sophie whispered in her ear so the boys couldn’t hear. Marissa could feel that she meant it. 

Marissa peeled herself off of Sophie, but their legs stayed tangled on the couch. Their need for each other was insane for only knowing each other a week, but Marissa was addicted to her already. 

The front door swung open and a guy that Marissa had seen videos of walked in. He walked right to Steven and kissed him. “You guys finished?” he asked. It took him a minute to realize Marissa was someone new. “Oh, shit. I’m Travis, nice to meet you.”

Marissa waved like she wasn’t laying there, sweaty and covered in come. Apparently, covered in his boyfriend’s come. Travis didn’t seem to mind.

Sophie was rubbing the inside of Marissa’s thigh. “This guy pays Travis and I five thousand a week to watch me do things to his ass.”

“Five thousand?!” Marissa gasped. That’s more than she made in a month. Just to fuck a hot guy. She would do that for free.

Travis shrugged. “People are freaks.”

Sophie squeezed her thigh. “If you want in, just say the word.”