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David’s grin widened, his hands spreading Sarah’s ass cheeks, exposing her hole further. “Don’t you guys remember her DP fetish earlier?” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery, his cock still fucking her pussy slow and deep. He slapped her ass, making her moan louder, her body shuddering, her succubus hunger flaring at the invitation.
Sarah’s eyes flashed, her cum-smeared lips curling into a wicked smirk. “Fuck yeah,” she slurred, her voice husky, her body rocking on David’s cock, her asshole clenching as if begging for attention. “Who’s man enough to fill me up?” she challenged, her voice a sultry growl, her succubus hunger daring them to act. The room erupted, cheers and whistles shaking the air, cocks twitching in eager hands, the camera zooming in on her spread ass, her dripping pussy, her defiant gaze.
The first to step forward was Tom, a single 30-year-old from the neighborhood, lanky with a boyish face, his brown eyes wide with nervous excitement. His cock—mediocre, maybe six inches, modestly thick—bobbed as he approached, already leaking precum from jerking off. Tom had watched David’s monster dominate Sarah’s pussy, and doubt gnawed at him—his dick couldn’t compare in her cunt. Her asshole, tight and untouched tonight, was the wiser choice, a chance to claim her without rivaling David’s girth.
Tom knelt behind Sarah, his hands trembling as he gripped her hips, his face inches from her spread ass. The camera zoomed in, catching his hesitation, then his resolve. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick her asshole, tentative at first, then bolder, circling her tight rim. Sarah moaned, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching around David’s cock as Tom’s tongue probed her ass, loosening it with wet, deliberate strokes. “Fuck, yes,” she gasped, her voice raw, her hips rocking back to meet his mouth.
Tom pulled back, his lips glistening, and pressed a finger to her asshole, testing its tightness. He pushed in slowly, his finger sliding past her rim, and Sarah’s reaction was instant—she squirted, a gush of fluid spraying from her pussy, soaking David’s cock and dripping onto the floor. The crowd roared, whistles piercing the air, the camera capturing her trembling thighs, her leaking cunt, her asshole clenching around Tom’s finger. “Shit,” Tom muttered, his eyes wide, his cock twitching at her response.
Using her juices as lubricant, Tom scooped the slick fluid from her pussy, still stuffed with David’s cock, and smeared it over her asshole, his fingers gliding easily now. He positioned himself, his six-inch cock nudging her rim, and pushed in slowly, his tip breaching her tight hole. Sarah moaned, her body tensing, then relaxing as he slid deeper, his cock filling her ass inch by inch. The camera zoomed in, merciless, capturing her stretched asshole, her pussy impaled by David’s cock, her face contorted with pleasure and overwhelm.
Tom’s thrusts began, tentative at first, then bolder, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, her juices easing the way. David matched his rhythm, his nine-inch cock slamming her pussy, their combined thrusts rocking Sarah’s body, her tits bouncing, her moans escalating into screams. “Fuck… yes… fill me!” she slurred, her voice a lust-drunk chant, her succubus nature thriving in the double penetration. The camera split its focus—her stuffed holes, her cum-smeared lips, her eyes wild with hunger.
In front of the screen, my hand gripped my cock, jerking off to Sarah’s double penetration performance. Her moans and her stuffed holes were too stimulating. My cock pulsed, and I came for the first time, hot cum spilling over my hand, shame flooding me as I stared at the screen.
Tom’s thrusts quickened, his cock slamming Sarah’s asshole, her rim stretched tight around him. His face twisted, his groans desperate—her ass was too much for him. “Fuck,” he gasped, his hips bucking, and he came hard, unloading a massive load into her asshole, so much it leaked out, dripping down to her pussy where David’s cock still pounded. Sarah moaned, her body shuddering, her asshole clenching as Tom’s cum filled her, the camera zooming in on the thick white stream seeping from her rim, mixing with her juices. Tom pulled out, panting, his cock softening, his eyes wide with awe at Sarah’s power.
Sarah barely paused, her pussy still impaled by David’s relentless cock, his thrusts unbroken for 20 minutes, his stamina monstrous. Her moans were raw, her tits bouncing, her cum-smeared lips parted in a lust-drunk grin. The crowd’s cocks throbbed, their hands stroking faster, but another stepped forward—Tony, a Black gym rat, his muscles rippling, his skin gleaming with sweat. His cock, freed from his tight jeans, was thick and veiny, about eight inches—impressive but slightly smaller than David’s nine-inch beast, falling short of Sarah’s and my expectations for his chiseled frame.
Tony knelt behind Sarah, his hands gripping her hips, his cock nudging her cum-slick asshole, still leaking Tom’s load. He didn’t hesitate, his gym-honed precision guiding his thrust, his eight-inch cock sliding into her ass with a single, deep stroke. Sarah gasped, her body tensing, then relaxing as he filled her, her asshole stretching to take him, his girth adding new pressure against David’s cock in her pussy. Tony’s thick black cock was soon buried in her ass, her juices and Tom’s cum easing his thrusts. Sarah’s moans escalated, her body rocking between them, her pussy and asshole clenching in sync. Not wasting a moment, Sarah’s hand shot out, grabbing a nearby cock—Mr. Steve’s, modest but hard, leaking precum from his frantic stroking. She pulled it to her lips, her tongue swirling his tip, then sucked him deep, her lips tight, her cheeks hollowing. Mr. Steve groaned, his hands clutching her hair, his hips twitching as her mouth worked him over. With her other hand, Sarah grabbed another cock. She stroked it firmly, her fingers gliding along his shaft, her rhythm relentless despite the cocks pounding her holes.
The camera split its focus—Sarah’s mouth stuffed with Mr. Steve’s cock, her hand jerking another, her pussy stretched by David’s one, her asshole filled by Tony’s. Her moans vibrated against Mr. Steve’s dick, her body quivering under the quadruple assault.
Soon, the guy she was jerking off grew frantic, his hips bucking, and within seconds, he came, hot cum spurting over Sarah’s hand, dripping onto her wrist and the floor.
Sarah’s grin didn’t falter, her focus shifting to Mr. Steve’s cock in her mouth, her lips sliding along his cock. He, red-faced from booze and arousal, lasted longer than Sarah expected, his groans steady but controlled, his hands gripping her hair. Frustrated by his endurance, Sarah doubled down, her hunger demanding his climax. She took him deeper, her throat constricting around his cock in a continuous deep-throat, her lips pressed to his base, her tongue swirling his tip on each pull. With a wicked glint, she slid a finger to his asshole, circling his rim before pushing in, her digit curling inside him. Mr. Steve’s body jolted, his groan raw, and in the next second, he came, flooding her mouth with hot cum, the load spilling over her lips as she swallowed, some dripping down her chin.
David’s thrusts, unbroken for over 20 minutes, grew erratic, and his stamina finally cracked, his face twisting, and he came with a guttural groan, unloading thick, heavy loads of semen deep in her cunt. It was lucky that she was taking her daily pill. The camera caught the moment his cock pulsed, cum leaking from her stretched pussy. David pulled out, panting, his cock glistening, leaving Sarah’s pussy gaping and leaking, a creamy mess of his seed.
Tony, still fucking her asshole, sensed his chance. His thrusts slowed, his gym-rat muscles flexing as he growled, “Wanna switch, Sarah. Your pussy’s calling.” Sarah’s eyes flicked back, her lust-drunk haze clearing just enough to set a boundary. “No fucking way,” she slurred, her voice firm despite the booze. “Your cock’s been in my ass—not going in my pussy without cleaning.” With a display of raw power, Tony tightened his grip on Sarah’s hips, his biceps bulging, and lifted her off David, her back against his chest, his cock never leaving her asshole, thrusting continuously as he stood. Sarah gasped, her legs dangling, her body impaled on his shaft, her tits bouncing with each thrust. The camera followed, swiveling to capture Tony carrying her toward the transparent bathroom—that perverse glass box she’d once refused. Inside, Tony set Sarah’s feet on the slick floor just long enough to turn on the faucet, his cock still buried in her ass, his thrusts shallow. He grabbed the sink’s sprayer, rinsing his cock as he pulled out. Without pause, Tony lifted her again, spinning her to face him, her legs wrapping around his waist. Tony kissed her, his lips possessive, his tongue probing, her moan vibrating against him. The camera zoomed in on their locked mouths, her cum-smeared face flushed. His cock, now clean, hovered in a readying position, aligned with her dripping pussy, the tip brushing her cum-soaked folds. With a single, deep thrust, he plunged into her cunt, his cock sinking into the creamy mess of David’s cum, the sensation drawing a scream from Sarah’s lips. Her pussy clenched around him, her thighs trembling, the camera capturing her stuffed cunt, her gaping asshole, her tits pressed against Tony’s chest.
Another guy—nameless, lean entered the bathroom, his eyes on Sarah’s slick asshole. He stepped behind her, his cock sliding into her ass, sandwiching her between them. Sarah moaned, lifted in the air, her holes stuffed, again, her body a trembling spectacle in the glass bathroom.
*The sounds from the phone were a riot—*Sarah’s moans layered with the wet slap of bodies, the crowd’s feral cheers crashing against the glass bathroom walls.
On-screen, she was all sweat and cum and chaos, her face a beautiful wreck.
My hand jerked despite the shame, cock slick from earlier release. I hated myself. I couldn’t stop. My cock throbbed by the scene, slick with my earlier cum. The video was a wonderful nightmare I couldn’t escape, Sarah’s body a trembling spectacle, her holes stuffed, her tits bouncing, the crowd’s cheers a suffocating chant.
Suddenly, a soft breath grazed my neck.
"Jesus," I flinched, spinning around. The phone nearly slipped from my hand.
Sarah’s voice, low and husky, came from behind me. “Fuck, babe, was I that wild?”. I spun around, my heart pounding, the phone nearly slipping from my hand.
She stood there. Real. Hair tangled, tank top half-hanging from one shoulder, sleep still in her eyes—except not really. She’d seen. Everything. The screen flickered behind me, catching her doubled between two men, her screams echoing.
Her lips curled—not in shock or embarrassment. In a smirk. Slow. Dangerous.
"Was I really that wild?" she whispered.
I froze. My cock twitched in my hand, traitorous. Her gaze dropped, amused.
"Sarah…" My voice cracked. "How could you—?"
"Don’t lie, Darwin." Her hand wrapped around mine, fingers guiding. "You love it."
She knew—she’d always known I loved watching her railed by others, my arousal betraying me every time we’d shared those fantasies. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to be angry.
Without a word, she leaned in, her lips brushing mine in a slow, teasing kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth, warm and familiar. The taste of her, mixed with the faint memory of last night’s cum, sent a jolt through me—love, betrayal, and raw desire crashing together.
She pulled back, her eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, babe?” she murmured, her hand sliding to my cock, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking slowly.
Before I could answer, she sank to her knees, her lips closing around my tip, her tongue swirling, her mouth warm and wet.
I groaned, my hands gripping her hair, my eyes torn between her sucking me and the video playing on the phone, Sarah’s screams echoing as Tony and the guy pounded her holes, then simultaneously filled them with thick loads of cum.
I didn’t know where to look. The last night’s Sarah and the present ‘s one had become a mirror—one slick, one warm, both irresistible. Her hands gripped my thighs, firm.
On-screen, her body bucked, possessed*.*
Off-screen, her moan vibrated against me, and I couldn’t tell if it was memory or now.
The video blazed, camera now propped in the bathroom capturing the place’s debauchery. Sarah knelt on the floor, body slick from Tony and the nameless guy’s DP, their cum dripping out of her pussy and anus.
Sarah tossed her hair, smirking. “Who’s next?” she purred, fingers trailing her slit. The crowd parted, Mr. White stepping forward, shirt unbuttoned, silver-haired chest lean. His eyes locked on her, predator ready. Earlier, he’d slipped away, popping a blue pill in the bathroom.
“Thought you were sitting this out, old man,” Sarah teased, ass swaying. Mr. White smirked, unzipping, his cock thick, veined, throbbing. “Just waiting, darling,” he drawled. He knelt, hands on her hips, positioning her doggy-style. At 58, his charm wasn’t enough—Viagra fueled his erection, straining his slacks.
Back to the present, Sarah’s mouth never stopped on my cock, her lips sliding along my shaft, her tongue swirling, her moans matching the video’s screams. I groaned, my hands gripping her hair, my eyes locked on the screen.
Mr. White’s knelt behind her, his cock sliding in, slow, stretching her with practiced ease. His thrusts, precise not brutal like Jack’s, hit her right spot, rhythmic. His thumb circled her asshole, slick, sinking deep, curling.
Sarah’s moan was guttural, body shuddering. “Fuck, yes,” she slurred, succubus mask cracking. His thumb pumped with his cock, sparking her nerves. Her pussy clenched, first orgasm hitting at 30 seconds, squirting onto his thighs and the floor of the bathroom.
She looked wrecked—beautifully, gloriously wrecked.
And here she was again, sucking me, her moans syncing with her video-self’s cries, like an echo across dimensions.
"He fucked me so good," Sarah panted as she pulled off me for breath, a strand of spit and precum linking her lips to my tip. Her eyes burned with something more than lust—something wicked, proud.
In the video, Mike staggered forward, cock hard again. “My turn,” he grinned, kneeling. Sarah grabbed his cock, lips closing, sucking hard, tongue swirling. Spit-roast complete—Mr. White fucking, thumb in her ass; Mike thrusting into her mouth. Sarah’s moans vibrated, body rocking. Mr. White’s thumb curled, pressing her ass, second orgasm hitting at one minute, pussy convulsing, squirting, scream muffled. “Fuck!” she gasped, pulling off Mike, eyes wild.
In front of me, her mouth was hot, wet, worshipful. My cock slid past her lips, her tongue tracing every ridge, tasting me like a secret.
On the screen behind her, another version of her choked on Mike’s dick, her eyes wild, spit trailing from her lips as his hips snapped forward.
I watched both—this Sarah and that Sarah—my breath caught between them.
"You’re watching them wreck me," she whispered. "And you’re so fucking hard for it."
She didn’t wait for an answer—she knew. She always knew. Her mouth sealed around me again, sucking harder, her head bobbing in a filthy rhythm. Her hand gripped the base of my cock, twisting, stroking, her fingers slick. My knees nearly buckled. I tried to hold on—but the screen was exploding, and so was she.
Mike groaned, lasting longer compared to the first blowjob. Sarah’s naughtiness surged. She pushed him back, tongue darting to his ass, licking slow circles, hand stroking his cock relentlessly. Mike’s eyes rolled. “Shit, Sarah—!” Her tongue probed, hand pumping, fingers slick. He came, cum splattering her hair, cheek, lips. Sarah sat back, fingers sweeping cum into her mouth, sucking each clean, licking with a moan, eyes daring.
In front of me, her eyes flicked up, knowing. She pulled back, lips flushed, eyes glassy.
"Do you want me like that?" she asked, voice a purr, cock still gripped in her cum-slick fist. "Like in the video? Like theirs? Or like yours?" She didn’t wait. She climbed onto my lap, her pussy already soaked, already open, already mine and not mine.
She sank down slow, hissing through her teeth. Her warmth swallowed me whole.
"Oh fuck…"
She started to move. Slow at first. Grinding her hips, rolling in deep circles, her thighs pressing tight around me. Her nails dug into my shoulders, dragging across skin. Her moans spilled into my mouth as she kissed me again—soft, then brutal. I tasted her hunger, her heat, the echo of other men.
On the screen, Mr. White unloaded in Sarah’s pussy, cum dripping. He pulled out, and Sarah laughed, “Line up, boys.” Men crowded, stroking. The line had formed—men stroking themselves, eyes wild, cocks hard. She welcomed them. Fucked them. Took them all. Her body a stage, her voice the anthem of chaos. Men took turns—spit-roasting, swapping, pussy/ass and mouth full.
Some couldn’t wait for their turns and jerked off, cum splashing her tits, hair, face, bukkake building, cum pooling. Sarah moaned, “More!” scooping cum to her mouth.
Here, now, she bounced harder, her tits slapping against my chest, sweat slicking her spine. I gripped her ass, lifting her higher, thrusting up into her, punishing and desperate.
"You’re a fucking slut," I spat, shame thick on my tongue, even as I slammed into her.
"Your slut," she gasped, voice shattered, "Always."
The screen burned-Sarah rose, cum dripping from tits, face, thighs. “Too fucking cramped,” she slurred, stepping to the living room, hips swaying. Men stumbled after, cocks hard, cheers primal.
The orgy spiraled, chaos consuming the mansion. Bottles clinked, Sarah chugging vodka, laughing as it dribbled. Champagne popped, fizzing arcs soaking her, mixing with cum as men doused her, hands groping. She knelt, stroking cocks, fingers slick, sucking another, spit trailing. Two pressed in, one in her pussy, one her ass, DP rocking her, moans defiant. Cum and Champagne pooled, bodies slick, air musky. She sucked, stroked, urged more, “Give it to me!” Men’s loads splattered her, she licked it, pussy and ass leaking, her power absolute. The room blurred—cocks thrusting, bottles spilling, moans a symphony, camera shaking.
In the present, I flipped her.
No hesitation, no gentleness—just need.
Bent her over the couch, her ass arched, her cunt glistening, already pulsing around nothing. I grabbed her hips, lined myself up, and slammed in.
She screamed—raw, wild. Her voice cracked around my name.
"Yes!" she gasped, pushing back into me, ass slapping against my thighs. "Harder—fuck—harder!"
My hands bruised her hips, my cock buried deep in her, thrusts savage, desperate. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed with the screams from the video behind us.
On screen, she was getting fucked just like this—bent over the sofa, mouth open, eyes rolled back, one man in her ass, another in her pussy, others jerking over her back.
She matched their rhythm*—and mine.*
Her fingers clawed at the cushions. Her back arched like a bow. She looked over her shoulder, hair in her face, eyes molten.
“I want everything,” I growled. “Fuck my ass,” she smirked. I bent her, cock pressing her asshole, pushing in, tight, gripping. “Fuck!” she gasped, taking me deeper, fingers on her clit, moans blending with the video. I thrust, her ass clenching, her orgasm building.
“Fuck, Sarah,” I gasped, my cock pulsing, my thrusts meeting hers, the video’s chaos fueling me.
She cried out, her orgasm ripping through her, legs trembling, ass squeezing me like she’d never let go.
The screen behind her exploded into climax—men collapsing, Sarah cum-soaked, the mansion a ruin of bodies and moans and alcohol bottles. The last man groaned, unloading on her face, falling spent.
I was losing it. The thrusts got sloppy, brutal.
"Sarah—!"
I came hard, hips jerking, cock pulsing deep in her ass. My body locked, breath shattered. She moaned as I filled her, her own pleasure cresting again, thighs shaking, pussy leaking, ass milking every drop from me.
We collapsed.
She curled against me on the couch, her body slick, twitching. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak.
Her lips brushed my neck, soft. "You’re mine," she whispered. Not a question. A sentence.
I stared at the ceiling, heart pounding, skin numb. "I hate needing you," I whispered. The words tasted like ash.
She didn’t flinch. Just pulled the throw blanket over us, her fingers tracing my chest.
On the phone, she stood eventually, limbs shaky, pulling her dress over her sticky skin. No underwear. Her thong—the one David tore off—was long gone. She didn’t look back as she walked to the door and got home.
The video finally ended—cutting to a photo album of Sarah’s selfies. Sweet. Innocent. Smiling in soft morning light. The Sarah from before, a cruel reminder of the night’s start.
The room was quiet. My cock was soft now, my chest hollow. Her scent clung to the cushions, the air thick with sex and something I couldn’t name. My hand reached for the phone again—thumb hovering over the replay button.
Because I didn’t know if I wanted to watch it again… …or if I had to.
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