“Lick it,” Sam commanded, her voice firm despite the pleasure wracking her body. “Taste his cock as he fucks me.”
I hesitated for a second, but the look in her eyes—dominant, demanding—made me obey. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick along the base of Matthew’s cock as it fucked into her. The taste was overwhelming—salty, musky, fucking delicious. I licked harder, my tongue swirling around his shaft, lapping up the mess they were making. Sam moaned louder, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
“That’s it,” she gasped. “Suck him clean. Show him how much you love his cock.”
I opened my mouth, taking Matthew’s cock into my mouth as he pulled out of Sam. His taste exploded on my tongue—thick, bitter, fucking perfect. I sucked him greedily, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, my tongue swirling around the head. He groaned, his hand fisting in my hair, guiding my mouth as I sucked him off.
“Fuck, he’s good at this,” Matthew said, his voice rough with pleasure. “Your husband’s got a talented mouth.”
Sam laughed, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down my spine. “He’s had plenty of practice. Isn’t that right, Tom?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My mouth was too busy worshiping Matthew’s cock, sucking him deep, swallowing every drop of his precum. I was lost in it, consumed by the taste of him, the weight of him on my tongue. I could feel Sam’s eyes on me, watching me, judging me, and it only made me suck harder.
“Get up,” Sam said suddenly, her voice sharp. I pulled away from Matthew’s cock, my lips wet and swollen, and looked up at her. She was grinning, her eyes dark with lust. “Turn around. I want to fuck you.”
Oh my god! My cock was throbbing as I stood, my legs shaky. Sam pushed me against the wall, her hands sliding down my back to grip my ass. I felt her fingers probing my hole, slick with her own juices, and I moaned, my body trembling.
“You’re going to cum for me, Tom,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to cum while Matthew fucks me.”
Her fingers pressed inside me, and I gasped, my ass clenching around her. She fucked me with her fingers, curling them, hitting that spot inside me that made my knees buckle. My cock was leaking, pre-cum dripping down my shaft, and I couldn’t stop the moans spilling from my lips.
Matthew moved behind Sam, his hands gripping her hips as he slid his cock back into her pussy. She moaned, her fingers thrusting harder into me, her body rocking back against him. The sounds were filthy—the slap of skin on skin, their moans, my whimpers. I was drowning in it, lost in the pleasure, in the humiliation, in the fucking ecstasy of it all.
“Cum for me, Tom,” Sam commanded, her voice a low growl. “Cum like the little whore you are.”
I couldn’t hold back. My body exploded, cum shooting from my cock, splattering the wall in front of me. My ass clenched around Sam’s fingers, my legs shaking as I rode out the orgasm. She laughed, her fingers still buried inside me, and Matthew groaned, his cock pistoning into her harder.
“That’s it,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Look at you. Pathetic. Helpless. Cumming from just a finger in your ass while Matthew fucks me.”
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. My body was trembling, my cock still twitching with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Sam pulled her fingers out of me, and I felt empty, used, fucking ruined. But it wasn’t over. Not yet.
Matthew pulled out of Sam, his cock glistening with her juices, and turned to me. “Open your fucking mouth.”
I dropped to my knees and obeyed without hesitation, my jaw dropping open as he shoved his cock into my mouth. He fucked my face hard, his hands gripping my head, and I gagged, tears streaming down my cheeks. But I didn’t fight it. I fucking loved it. The taste of him, the weight of him, the way he used me. I was nothing but a toy, a fucking object for their pleasure.
Sam laughed, her hands running through my hair as Matthew fucked my throat. “Good boy, Tom. Take it. Take his cock like the good little cuck you are.”
I moaned around his shaft, my cock twitching again despite the fact that I’d just cum. I was fucking addicted to this—to the humiliation, to the pleasure, to the way they used me. I was theirs. Fucking theirs. |
