u/the_mrbarryb

This is a series of stories about one of the most epic sexual experiences of my life. What began as a threesome one night evolved into a week of denial and debauchery that I would have never expected.

This week included some of the most intense sex I’ve ever had, build-up and denial that culminated with a few days of ravenous debauchery.

You can find Part 1 here.
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Saturday Night into Sunday Morning - Shelly & Johanna’s Loft

How Saturday Night Ended
We fucked all around the loft on Saturday: Johanna around a beam, Shelly stretched into a split on the couch, me lying on the floor while Shelly rode my mouth and Johanna rode the rest of me.

It was glorious.

While taking a break, Johanna started to get a flurry of obnoxious texts from James.

While complaining about James’ rude texts, she started talking about how “unworthy” he was in the first place. That loosened something within her. Suddenly she was naming everything she actually wanted: risk, public play, group sex, being exposed, used, owned and made braindead.

Then she said it.

“Honestly—” she held her words as if tasting our anticipation.
She looked at me when she said it, no laugh, no softness to hide behind: “Being overwhelmingly filled.”

She reminded Shelly about her “big dildo” and proceeded to go into a story about how James shamed her when he found it. I laughed when she said that because what grown man searches his girlfriend’s room and possessions? 

Johanna went on about regretting being with James. She said that she was only with him for her Dad as he preferred conservative, “polished” men. I told her that her father’s love shouldn’t come with conditions.

“He’s never been like that,” she said coldly in response.

She said that her body developed early growing up that she always got attention from older men and that her father was very vocal about her always being covered up and generally demure.

“He would blame me when his friends came by and stared inappropriately,” she said to my surprise before continuing,
“And then…”

Shelly looked at me as if I crossed a line and shouldn’t pursue the conversation. Johanna started tearing up. Shelly held her first.

Johanna explained that one night she overheard her father calling her mother a “whore” for cheating on him. She assumed her parents’ divorce later that year was caused by her mom’s infidelity.

She found out a few weeks prior —in a burst of honesty from her mom—that her Dad had also cheated. Her mother hadn’t told her that because she didn’t want her to have an adverse relationship with her father.

Shelly moved back, apparently shocked by the new information.

Genuinely heartbroken for Johanna, I hugged her and held her still while she talked through it all. She said that she vilified her mother growing up, all the while her mother was selflessly protecting her image of her father.

Then it all made sense — why she picked a partner she was so misaligned with, her own fear of “being like her mother,” the undue weight she placed on her father’s opinions —the relationship with James was a trauma response to her parents’ marriage disintegrating.

As I was holding her, James’ starts texting. Mean, nasty, rude, desperate texts. Her gentle tears turned into outright sadness.

After ten minutes or so Shelly snapped her out of it. Then turned to me and said, “Fuck the sadness out of her.”

Who the fuck says things like this 😂. 

But Shelly knew her friend. And in case that wasn’t clear enough Johanna added, “Don’t be gentle.”

I wasn’t gentle. Shelly joined. The sadness dissipated.

Sunday Morning Sex

The three of us fell asleep on their living room sectional couch. The arms of the sectional were convertible so once laid flat the couch felt more like a huge bed.

When we fell asleep Shelly was lying on my chest, but by the time I woke up Sunday morning I was spooning Johanna. Her ringing phone woke me.

Unsurprisingly, it was James. Seven missed calls. Lots of frantic texts. I’ll never understand people who get broken up with and act desperately. 

Johanna slowly gyrated her hips up and down my shaft resting in between her thighs. I guess someone is awake after all. 

I reached for her phone and handed it to her. I told her that “someone” was trying to reach her.

She kept grinding on me as she read through her texts shaking her outer labia up and down my shaft with slow, rhythmic gyrations that felt more needy than the day before.

She felt new and familiar all at the same time. Like this was the beginning of something. I kneaded her areolae through her thin, white tank as she moaned.

She wiggled her ass over my shaft as she turned her head around to face me.

“Please…” she begged, her voice raspy. “But you can’t cum inside me.”

I told her to “ask nicely.” She responded by reaching back, pushing me inside. As I leaned into her, I could smell how feral she was.

“First thing in the morning—” I whispered as I slowly pushed the tip inside of her. “And you are this fucking wet.”

As I hit a new depth I held still and slowly started to pull away. She took over before I could, fucking back onto me—her pillowy ass slamming into my abs, circling, grinding.

We traded control. Her fucking me. Me fucking her. Her pussy was an intoxicant. I wrapped my arm between her breasts, pulling her tight against me, thrusting slow and deliberate.

“You know that’s the thing about morning sex…” I teased her while sucking on her earlobe.

More charged and deliberate thrusts followed as I continued,
“It’s instinctual. The very first thing you want…”

I held my words intentionally so she hung onto them while I rearranged her. Then I finally finished, “Before water, sustenance, cleanliness—you want dick.”

I bucked faster, more charged strokes as I pushed nearly six or seven inches inside of her. I grabbed the rest of my shaft and shook it in her soaked pussy. I was certain Shelly was going to wake up from the sound of her Bestie’s cunt.

My thrusts continued—deeper, more charged. In-between gasps she corrected me,“You’re wrong. You said ‘first thing I want…’”

She moaned before continuing, “But, it’s the first thing I need.”

It started to feel like something different, something more than fucking. More charged. More connected. More need than want. Casual sex that felt everything but casual.

Shelly Joins & Dials Up the Indecency
I felt Shelly move behind me. I wondered how long she had been watching. I wondered if she noticed something beyond lust.

Johanna seemed to not have the same concerns. Her moaning turned into panting as her wet pussy sounded out obscenely.

Then I felt Shelly’s hands squeeze my ass, then wrap around my hips. “Fuck her harder,” Shelly growled into my ears.

Whatever sensual connection that could have formed was certainly upended by Shelly’s clear intention to allow this connection only to exist in a sexually feral place. Nevertheless, I obliged with a slightly deeper thrust.

“Owned. Used. Exposed.” Shelly said condescendingly as she recalled Johanna’s desires from the night before.

“Owned and braindead. Stuffed...” Shelly continued her condescension.
“Now fuck her like the whore she’s always wanted to be,” Shelly said seemingly determined to ensure our connection remained only feral.

I played my role. “We’re going to open you up,” I said ominously, shaking my shaft inside of her.

Her ass cheeks pressed into my abs—all soft and fat—offering no real resistance. I pushed the base of my shaft into her A-spot while the head teased her spongy G-spot.

Everything clenched, a steady, pulling pressure that threatened to unravel me. I was about to cum and had to quickly pull out. As I collected a breath Johanna whined for more.

I pushed back inside and after a few thrusts I felt her pussy spasming, close to release. I pulled out.

“No, no, no.” I patronized her as I spanked her pussy, I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into the couch flat on her belly. She felt warm as I pushed back inside of her, gripping her plump ass cheeks for leverage. Her glutes were the perfect set of handlebars for me to rearrange her insides with.

I wanted passion. Shelly hid behind depravity. So I leaned in like a maniac. My big hands wrapped around Johanna’s throat as I introduced her to parts of herself she hadn’t met before.

Johanna yelled into the couch like a woman possessed.

“This little wet bitch.” I grunted and forced the words out.
“First thing—” I let out in-between another grunt
“—in the fucking morning.”
“This. Fucking. Wet.”

I dug my thumbs just outside her outer labia and spread her pussy wider. Her breath hitched as I pushed deeper. She interrupted her moans with breathless gasps.

“Unmake her,” Shelly commanded while pushing her fingers inside…”Stuff her until she is braindead.”

Then Johanna’s phone went off ringing. Over and over. The annoyance of James’ repeated unanswered calls seemed to fuel my thrusts as I pushed deeper inside of her.

“I’m gonna—” Johanna pleaded, “I’m gonna—.”

I immediately pulled out of her. She started pounding the couch with her fists like a child throwing a tantrum. Her ass jiggled as she whined and yelled.

I laughed as I looked at the wetness spooling down her thighs.

“Not without permission” I scolded her.

Shelly crawled toward us. She grabbed my wet shaft resting atop of Johanna’s ass cheeks and started sucking.

“Thank you, baby” I got out in-between groans, “Gag on that dick for, Daddy.”

Her throat did the responding for her. Glks turned into Guuughhs as her sounds grew more obscene. She clenched as I reached the bottom of her throat.

Johanna turned onto her back and finger fucked her awaiting pussy at the sight of her bestie’s throat being rearranged.

I held the back of Shelly’s head still as I fucked her throat deeper. With two-thirds of me in her throat I tapped the back of her skull. After ten seconds or so she tapped the back of my thigh three times — our version of the safe word when your throat is preoccupied—clearly communicating she was overwhelmed.

I pulled out of her mouth immediately. Shelly gasped and coughed with saliva spooling all over her cheeks, breasts and thighs.

I held her chin, “Are you alright?” I asked concerningly.

She came up coughing and slick with saliva.

I tipped her chin up—“You good?”—and she nodded, smiling like she wanted more.

So I guided her back down slow, held her at depth for a beat, then fucked her mouth harder until she tapped out again. She nodded and smiled with all that saliva spooling down her jaw.

“More” she begged breathlessly as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.

I fucked the back of her throat open again then rotated my hips back in-between Johanna’s legs and smacked her thigh while telling her to turn back over.

Johanna replied by opening her mouth. I called her a “greedy bitch” while laughing as I pushed into her throat.

Again I smacked her thigh, “back over.” She turned back onto her belly. Her pussy queefed as I re-entered her wet fuckhole. As I was degrading her for having such greedy holes her phone vibrated near us. James again I assumed. 

I spanked her ass and told her to “giddy up” as I bucked deeper.

Shelly’s pussy started squelching from her finger fucking.
“Fuck her harder” she said savagely.

Johanna whinnied and whined as she cried out, pleading nearing orgasm again.

I pulled out, not letting her cum. She begged breathlessly as I pushed back in. Five minutes later she was yelling obscenities and bordering on inconsolable.

“Use your words,” I said condescendingly.

I bucked deeper. Fuck her soft ass is perfect. Her ass jiggled as I spanked it and sped up my strokes.

“Answer me slut,” I said in a guttural tone as I grasped her ass cheeks again.
She was breathless.

“I, I—“ she tried to find the words.

I felt her pussy clenching and that unmistakable feeling of a pussy cumming trying to pull your seed out of you. Spasming, barely in control of her motor functions I fucked her through her orgasmic wave.

Unintentional Cucking
Not long after her first orgasm came the knocks on the door. I kept fucking through the knocks, but they grew louder as if the person on the other side of the door had a right to be here. I pulled out of Johanna.

Shelly asked, “Who could that be?”

With phone in hand, Johanna replied, “James.”

Shelly said that we should just ignore the knocks. Johanna realized James still had their elevator key and that’s how he got upstairs.

“I’ll take care of it,” I said confidently with the urgency of a man who just hit the jackpot twice.

Johanna pushed back, “No.”

I asked Johanna if she was actually over him. She looked at me with an absurd expression as her response.

“Then go up and answer the door just as you are,” I said before telling her not to wipe away the grool in between her thighs, or the saliva and dried tears staining her freshly fucked face.

I told her to walk to the door and “let him see what your pussy looks like when it has been properly fucked.”

She said that James would “lose it.”

I laughed, “And?”

James’ knocking continued. Johanna smirked and said that she would just crack the door open and grab the key.

“Coming!” she yelled aloud.

Her puffy pussy lips peeked out between her thighs as she bounced up. Those heavy breasts fell out the sides of her flimsy white tank top as she walked around the couch. Streams of wetness stubbornly connected her inner thighs as she approached the door.

Flushed red, dripping onto the floor, she opened the door slightly and poked her head through the opening to ask for the key. James didn’t respect her attempt to set a boundary and barged in the door once she cracked it open.

“Seriously?! Key?” she shouted at James. "And for the record," she added, “seven missed calls and those psycho texts? You don’t get access to me like that anymore.”

He looked astonished at the sight—Johanna clearly flushed from a fresh fucking; Shelly fully nude lying on my thigh; my fat, veiny dick resting against her face—and couldn’t find the words.

"Johanna—what the fuck is this?" he finally got out, like the words were stuck in his throat.

She held out her hand seemingly annoyed. “Key?” she belted out.
“I’m clearly busy” she said as she motioned toward us.

I quietly laughed at this because as she motioned towards us she rotated her left thigh slightly making the unbroken streams of wetness connecting her thighs together even more obvious.

I didn’t move. I just looked at him.

"She asked you for the key," I said calmly. "That’s the whole conversation."

James looked like he saw a ghost. Pure astonishment.Slowly he rolled the key loose from his ring and handed it back to her.

Desperate to regain control he scoffed at her, “I always knew you were a whore.”

Johanna smiled wider. "You had a breakdown over a toy," she said before continuing, "...imagine what this is doing to you."

Then he went nuclear, “Just like your mother.”

Johanna stood silent, unmoved emotionally and you could see James realize it. She laughed at him, shut the door, and looked at Shelly and me.

Her laugh was real, but so was her rage.

“You should see the crazy texts he sent this morning,” Johanna complained as she walked back toward us and read them aloud,
“Pick up the phone now.
You think you can just ignore me?
You’re not like this. You’re better than this.
You’re a slut and you know it.”

Then she received another text from James. She got back to us, unlocked her phone, scrolled, and held it out to me.

“Read that one,” she said.

And I obliged, “I meant it. You’re a whore. Just like your mother.”

Johanna moved in between my legs and gagged on my shaft.

She kept trying to say “Just like your mother” while gagging on my dick. “J’… lyy… y’ mmm… ‘ther.”

Johanna seemed possessed, unrestrained, and uncontrollable. The rest of the day and following week would prove just how true this was.

This is a series of stories about one of the most epic sexual experiences of my life. What began as a threesome one night evolved into a week of denial and debauchery that I would have never expected.

This week included some of the most intense sex I’ve ever had, build-up and denial that culminated with a few days of ravenous debauchery.

You can find Part 1 here.
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Saturday Night into Sunday Morning - Shelly & Johanna’s Loft

How Saturday Night Ended
We fucked all around the loft on Saturday: Johanna around a beam, Shelly stretched into a split on the couch, me lying on the floor while Shelly rode my mouth and Johanna rode the rest of me.

It was glorious.

While taking a break, Johanna started to get a flurry of obnoxious texts from James.

While complaining about James’ rude texts, she started talking about how “unworthy” he was in the first place. That loosened something within her. Suddenly she was naming everything she actually wanted: risk, public play, group sex, being exposed, used, owned and made braindead.

Then she said it.

“Honestly—” she held her words as if tasting our anticipation.
She looked at me when she said it, no laugh, no softness to hide behind: “Being overwhelmingly filled.”

She reminded Shelly about her “big dildo” and proceeded to go into a story about how James shamed her when he found it. I laughed when she said that because what grown man searches his girlfriend’s room and possessions? 

Johanna went on about regretting being with James. She said that she was only with him for her Dad as he preferred conservative, “polished” men. I told her that her father’s love shouldn’t come with conditions.

“He’s never been like that,” she said coldly in response.

She said that her body developed early growing up that she always got attention from older men and that her father was very vocal about her always being covered up and generally demure.

“He would blame me when his friends came by and stared inappropriately,” she said to my surprise before continuing,
“And then…”

Shelly looked at me as if I crossed a line and shouldn’t pursue the conversation. Johanna started tearing up. Shelly held her first.

Johanna explained that one night she overheard her father calling her mother a “whore” for cheating on him. She assumed her parents’ divorce later that year was caused by her mom’s infidelity.

She found out a few weeks prior —in a burst of honesty from her mom—that her Dad had also cheated. Her mother hadn’t told her that because she didn’t want her to have an adverse relationship with her father.

Shelly moved back, apparently shocked by the new information.

Genuinely heartbroken for Johanna, I hugged her and held her still while she talked through it all. She said that she vilified her mother growing up, all the while her mother was selflessly protecting her image of her father.

Then it all made sense — why she picked a partner she was so misaligned with, her own fear of “being like her mother,” the undue weight she placed on her father’s opinions —the relationship with James was a trauma response to her parents’ marriage disintegrating.

As I was holding her, James’ starts texting. Mean, nasty, rude, desperate texts. Her gentle tears turned into outright sadness.

After ten minutes or so Shelly snapped her out of it. Then turned to me and said, “Fuck the sadness out of her.”

Who the fuck says things like this 😂. 

But Shelly knew her friend. And in case that wasn’t clear enough Johanna added, “Don’t be gentle.”

I wasn’t gentle. Shelly joined. The sadness dissipated.

Sunday Morning Sex

The three of us fell asleep on their living room sectional couch. The arms of the sectional were convertible so once laid flat the couch felt more like a huge bed.

When we fell asleep Shelly was lying on my chest, but by the time I woke up Sunday morning I was spooning Johanna. Her ringing phone woke me.

Unsurprisingly, it was James. Seven missed calls. Lots of frantic texts. I’ll never understand people who get broken up with and act desperately. 

Johanna slowly gyrated her hips up and down my shaft resting in between her thighs. I guess someone is awake after all. 

I reached for her phone and handed it to her. I told her that “someone” was trying to reach her.

She kept grinding on me as she read through her texts shaking her outer labia up and down my shaft with slow, rhythmic gyrations that felt more needy than the day before.

She felt new and familiar all at the same time. Like this was the beginning of something. I kneaded her areolae through her thin, white tank as she moaned.

She wiggled her ass over my shaft as she turned her head around to face me.

“Please…” she begged, her voice raspy. “But you can’t cum inside me.”

I told her to “ask nicely.” She responded by reaching back, pushing me inside. As I leaned into her, I could smell how feral she was.

“First thing in the morning—” I whispered as I slowly pushed the tip inside of her. “And you are this fucking wet.”

As I hit a new depth I held still and slowly started to pull away. She took over before I could, fucking back onto me—her pillowy ass slamming into my abs, circling, grinding.

We traded control. Her fucking me. Me fucking her. Her pussy was an intoxicant. I wrapped my arm between her breasts, pulling her tight against me, thrusting slow and deliberate.

“You know that’s the thing about morning sex…” I teased her while sucking on her earlobe.

More charged and deliberate thrusts followed as I continued,
“It’s instinctual. The very first thing you want…”

I held my words intentionally so she hung onto them while I rearranged her. Then I finally finished, “Before water, sustenance, cleanliness—you want dick.”

I bucked faster, more charged strokes as I pushed nearly six or seven inches inside of her. I grabbed the rest of my shaft and shook it in her soaked pussy. I was certain Shelly was going to wake up from the sound of her Bestie’s cunt.

My thrusts continued—deeper, more charged. In-between gasps she corrected me,“You’re wrong. You said ‘first thing I want…’”

She moaned before continuing, “But, it’s the first thing I need.”

It started to feel like something different, something more than fucking. More charged. More connected. More need than want. Casual sex that felt everything but casual.

Shelly Joins & Dials Up the Indecency
I felt Shelly move behind me. I wondered how long she had been watching. I wondered if she noticed something beyond lust.

Johanna seemed to not have the same concerns. Her moaning turned into panting as her wet pussy sounded out obscenely.

Then I felt Shelly’s hands squeeze my ass, then wrap around my hips. “Fuck her harder,” Shelly growled into my ears.

Whatever sensual connection that could have formed was certainly upended by Shelly’s clear intention to allow this connection only to exist in a sexually feral place. Nevertheless, I obliged with a slightly deeper thrust.

“Owned. Used. Exposed.” Shelly said condescendingly as she recalled Johanna’s desires from the night before.

“Owned and braindead. Stuffed...” Shelly continued her condescension.
“Now fuck her like the whore she’s always wanted to be,” Shelly said seemingly determined to ensure our connection remained only feral.

I played my role. “We’re going to open you up,” I said ominously, shaking my shaft inside of her.

Her ass cheeks pressed into my abs—all soft and fat—offering no real resistance. I pushed the base of my shaft into her A-spot while the head teased her spongy G-spot.

Everything clenched, a steady, pulling pressure that threatened to unravel me. I was about to cum and had to quickly pull out. As I collected a breath Johanna whined for more.

I pushed back inside and after a few thrusts I felt her pussy spasming, close to release. I pulled out.

“No, no, no.” I patronized her as I spanked her pussy, I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into the couch flat on her belly. She felt warm as I pushed back inside of her, gripping her plump ass cheeks for leverage. Her glutes were the perfect set of handlebars for me to rearrange her insides with.

I wanted passion. Shelly hid behind depravity. So I leaned in like a maniac. My big hands wrapped around Johanna’s throat as I introduced her to parts of herself she hadn’t met before.

Johanna yelled into the couch like a woman possessed.

“This little wet bitch.” I grunted and forced the words out.
“First thing—” I let out in-between another grunt
“—in the fucking morning.”
“This. Fucking. Wet.”

I dug my thumbs just outside her outer labia and spread her pussy wider. Her breath hitched as I pushed deeper. She interrupted her moans with breathless gasps.

“Unmake her,” Shelly commanded while pushing her fingers inside…”Stuff her until she is braindead.”

Then Johanna’s phone went off ringing. Over and over. The annoyance of James’ repeated unanswered calls seemed to fuel my thrusts as I pushed deeper inside of her.

“I’m gonna—” Johanna pleaded, “I’m gonna—.”

I immediately pulled out of her. She started pounding the couch with her fists like a child throwing a tantrum. Her ass jiggled as she whined and yelled.

I laughed as I looked at the wetness spooling down her thighs.

“Not without permission” I scolded her.

Shelly crawled toward us. She grabbed my wet shaft resting atop of Johanna’s ass cheeks and started sucking.

“Thank you, baby” I got out in-between groans, “Gag on that dick for, Daddy.”

Her throat did the responding for her. Glks turned into Guuughhs as her sounds grew more obscene. She clenched as I reached the bottom of her throat.

Johanna turned onto her back and finger fucked her awaiting pussy at the sight of her bestie’s throat being rearranged.

I held the back of Shelly’s head still as I fucked her throat deeper. With two-thirds of me in her throat I tapped the back of her skull. After ten seconds or so she tapped the back of my thigh three times — our version of the safe word when your throat is preoccupied—clearly communicating she was overwhelmed.

I pulled out of her mouth immediately. Shelly gasped and coughed with saliva spooling all over her cheeks, breasts and thighs.

I held her chin, “Are you alright?” I asked concerningly.

She came up coughing and slick with saliva.

I tipped her chin up—“You good?”—and she nodded, smiling like she wanted more.

So I guided her back down slow, held her at depth for a beat, then fucked her mouth harder until she tapped out again. She nodded and smiled with all that saliva spooling down her jaw.

“More” she begged breathlessly as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.

I fucked the back of her throat open again then rotated my hips back in-between Johanna’s legs and smacked her thigh while telling her to turn back over.

Johanna replied by opening her mouth. I called her a “greedy bitch” while laughing as I pushed into her throat.

Again I smacked her thigh, “back over.” She turned back onto her belly. Her pussy queefed as I re-entered her wet fuckhole. As I was degrading her for having such greedy holes her phone vibrated near us. James again I assumed. 

I spanked her ass and told her to “giddy up” as I bucked deeper.

Shelly’s pussy started squelching from her finger fucking.
“Fuck her harder” she said savagely.

Johanna whinnied and whined as she cried out, pleading nearing orgasm again.

I pulled out, not letting her cum. She begged breathlessly as I pushed back in. Five minutes later she was yelling obscenities and bordering on inconsolable.

“Use your words,” I said condescendingly.

I bucked deeper. Fuck her soft ass is perfect. Her ass jiggled as I spanked it and sped up my strokes.

“Answer me slut,” I said in a guttural tone as I grasped her ass cheeks again.
She was breathless.

“I, I—“ she tried to find the words.

I felt her pussy clenching and that unmistakable feeling of a pussy cumming trying to pull your seed out of you. Spasming, barely in control of her motor functions I fucked her through her orgasmic wave.

Unintentional Cucking
Not long after her first orgasm came the knocks on the door. I kept fucking through the knocks, but they grew louder as if the person on the other side of the door had a right to be here. I pulled out of Johanna.

Shelly asked, “Who could that be?”

With phone in hand, Johanna replied, “James.”

Shelly said that we should just ignore the knocks. Johanna realized James still had their elevator key and that’s how he got upstairs.

“I’ll take care of it,” I said confidently with the urgency of a man who just hit the jackpot twice.

Johanna pushed back, “No.”

I asked Johanna if she was actually over him. She looked at me with an absurd expression as her response.

“Then go up and answer the door just as you are,” I said before telling her not to wipe away the grool in between her thighs, or the saliva and dried tears staining her freshly fucked face.

I told her to walk to the door and “let him see what your pussy looks like when it has been properly fucked.”

She said that James would “lose it.”

I laughed, “And?”

James’ knocking continued. Johanna smirked and said that she would just crack the door open and grab the key.

“Coming!” she yelled aloud.

Her puffy pussy lips peeked out between her thighs as she bounced up. Those heavy breasts fell out the sides of her flimsy white tank top as she walked around the couch. Streams of wetness stubbornly connected her inner thighs as she approached the door.

Flushed red, dripping onto the floor, she opened the door slightly and poked her head through the opening to ask for the key. James didn’t respect her attempt to set a boundary and barged in the door once she cracked it open.

“Seriously?! Key?” she shouted at James. "And for the record," she added, “seven missed calls and those psycho texts? You don’t get access to me like that anymore.”

He looked astonished at the sight—Johanna clearly flushed from a fresh fucking; Shelly fully nude lying on my thigh; my fat, veiny dick resting against her face—and couldn’t find the words.

"Johanna—what the fuck is this?" he finally got out, like the words were stuck in his throat.

She held out her hand seemingly annoyed. “Key?” she belted out.
“I’m clearly busy” she said as she motioned toward us.

I quietly laughed at this because as she motioned towards us she rotated her left thigh slightly making the unbroken streams of wetness connecting her thighs together even more obvious.

I didn’t move. I just looked at him.

"She asked you for the key," I said calmly. "That’s the whole conversation."

James looked like he saw a ghost. Pure astonishment.Slowly he rolled the key loose from his ring and handed it back to her.

Desperate to regain control he scoffed at her, “I always knew you were a whore.”

Johanna smiled wider. "You had a breakdown over a toy," she said before continuing, "...imagine what this is doing to you."

Then he went nuclear, “Just like your mother.”

Johanna stood silent, unmoved emotionally and you could see James realize it. She laughed at him, shut the door, and looked at Shelly and me.

Her laugh was real, but so was her rage.

“You should see the crazy texts he sent this morning,” Johanna complained as she walked back toward us and read them aloud,
“Pick up the phone now.
You think you can just ignore me?
You’re not like this. You’re better than this.
You’re a slut and you know it.”

Then she received another text from James. She got back to us, unlocked her phone, scrolled, and held it out to me.

“Read that one,” she said.

And I obliged, “I meant it. You’re a whore. Just like your mother.”

Johanna moved in between my legs and gagged on my shaft.

She kept trying to say “Just like your mother” while gagging on my dick. “J’… lyy… y’ mmm… ‘ther.”

Johanna seemed possessed, unrestrained, and uncontrollable. The rest of the day and following week would prove just how true this was.