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The afternoon dragged on after my tense encounter with Dion, his words echoing in my head like a taunt I couldn’t shake. I paced the living room, glancing at the clock every few minutes, waiting for Alina to return from her run. My mind was a storm. Jealousy, anger, and arousal twisting together. She was mine, damn it, but the way he’d talked about breeding her, owning her… it made my stomach churn and my cock stir. I needed answers, real ones, not just her vague excuses about that night.
Unable to sit still, I headed to the bedroom, her side neat but hiding secrets I suspected. The drawer of her nightstand called to me, the one she always locked with a casual flick when she thought I wasn’t looking. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a bobby pin from the drawer. With a few bends and turns, it clicked open. My heart raced as I pulled it open fully, fingers trembling. Inside, amid her lotions and jewelry, was a velvet pouch. I untied it, and out tumbled two dildos. One, a thick, veined black dildo and the other a medium sized white one. The black one was huge. It was easily twelve inches long, realistic down to the heavy balls at the base. It was matte black silicone, girthy, with a slight curve that screamed purpose, stretching, filling.
“What the fuck?” I whispered, picking up the black one, the weight heavy in my palm. This wasn’t some cheap toy. It looked well-used, the surface smooth from repeated handling. Visions washed over me of Alina alone in bed, legs spread, sliding this monster into her tight pussy, moaning Dion’s name. My free hand clenched into a fist, but my dick betrayed me again, hardening as I turned it over, spotting faint stains that no amount of cleaning could erase. Had she cum on this thinking of that night? The assault that wasn’t quite what she’d claimed?
I sank onto the bed, the dildo gripped tight, my other hand fumbling with my zipper. The shame burned, but so did the need. I spat into my palm, stroking my shaft slowly while pressing the toy’s tip against my thigh, imagining her scent on it. “Alina,” I groaned, pumping faster, picturing her small body, her shaved lips parting around the black length as she fucked herself deep. Did she whisper his name? Beg for more? My balls tightened, and I came hard, splattering the sheets, the dildo clutched like a guilty secret.
Panting, I wiped it clean with a tissue from her drawer, slipping it back into the pouch and closing everything up. But it only fueled my paranoia. If she had this, what else? The jealousy hit like a wave, but so did the twisted excitement, pulling me deeper into the rabbit hole.
The following week dragged on in a haze of forced normalcy, each day blending into the next with an undercurrent of tension that I couldn’t shake. Alina kept up her evening routine, slipping into those skin-tight leggings and working out in the back yard. I’d watch from the kitchen window as she unrolled her mat, her body twisting into deep stretches that thrust her hips forward or arched her back, making her pussy lips camel-toe through the thin material. Dion was always there on his porch, shirtless and sipping a drink, his eyes devouring every bend and lunge she made. She’d glance his way, holding a pose a beat too long, her lips parting in a subtle smile before she flowed into the next one. My stomach twisted with rage and unwanted heat, my dick twitching as I gripped the counter, imagining his thick fingers wrapping around his shaft while he stared. By Friday, she’d added squats, dropping low with her ass flaring out toward his fence, thighs quivering. He’d lean forward, adjusting his shorts where his bulge grew obvious.
Our nights devolved into raw, punishing sex that left us both spent, Alina’s demands escalating with each session. Saturday, she shoved me onto the bed, straddling my face first, grinding her dripping pussy against my mouth her thighs clamping my head as she bucked. Then she flipped around, impaling herself on my cock reverse cowgirl, her ass cheeks slapping my hips as she bounced furiously. “Harder, Jay, ram it into me,” she growled, reaching back to spread herself wider, her tight hole gripping me like a vice. I bucked up and pounded until she slammed down one last time, her pussy spasming as she dripped on my balls, screaming for more. I came, flooding her pussy as she milked every drop. By midweek, Wednesday saw her bent over the dresser, me behind her yanking her hair as I drove into her dripping pussy doggy-style, her tits swinging with each brutal thrust. “Deeper, fuck me like he would,” slipped from her lips in a moan before she bit her lip trying to hide it. I didn’t even flinch, but the words ignited me. I slammed harder, balls smacking her clit, her body pressed against the dresser. She clawed the wood, orgasming with wetness dripping down her legs. Her pussy clenching around me as I unloaded hot spurts inside. Each time, the roughness intensified, bites on her neck, slaps to her ass, her nails raking my back. We were pushing toward some breaking point, my obsession with her hidden cravings pulling me deeper.
That Saturday evening, after another week of her taunting workouts, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. We were on the couch, the TV flickering with some mindless show, but my mind raced. My hand trembled as I grabbed the remote, muting it, and turned to her. “Alina, we need to talk about… everything. The videos, the dildos, the way you’ve been acting around Dion. What the fuck is going on?” My voice cracked, a mix of anger and desperation, my cock already half-hard from just saying out loud.
She didn’t flinch. Instead, a wicked grin spread across her lips as she shifted closer, her small hand sliding up my thigh to cup my bulge through my pants. “Oh, Jay, you’ve been snooping, haven’t you? You went into my private drawer?” She unzipped me slowly, fishing out my throbbing cock and stroking it firmly, her thumb circling the head slick with pre-cum. I groaned, trying to focus, but she climbed into my lap, hiking up her skirt and shoving her panties aside to rub her wet pussy lips along my shaft. “You think you’re the only one who knows things?” With a teasing laugh, she sank down, her tight pussy enveloping me inch by inch until she bottomed out, her ass pressing against my balls. She started gliding up and down, slow and deliberate, her walls clenching around me as she rode.
“Have you forgotten about the cameras we installed last year?” she purred, her hips rolling in a rhythm that made her tits bounce under her thin top. I froze, the memory hitting me, we’d set them up for security, hidden in the corners of the living room, kitchen, and my office, but I didn’t think she had the login…. “Yeah, I’ve been watching you jerk off at your laptop every day for the last year. Stroking that cock to all sorts of filthy porn. So I figured if you were going to play, so was I. I started with the normal dildo first, stretching my pussy every day to make it fit. It felt so good, filling me up so full.” she groaned. She picked up speed, slamming down harder, her pussy juices soaking my thighs.
“But then, I was curious about what you were jerking off too. I couldn’t see clearly in the cameras but then I checked your browsing history…. you really should delete that, Jay.” She smiled down at me, now slowing her rhythm. “Big black cock stretching out tight white pussies, cuckolds watching their wives get bred, gangbangs where one girl takes cock after cock until she’s dripping cum from every hole. Made me wonder, how those big cock felt in real life. So, I went and got the big black one. It hurt so bad at first but felt so good at the same time.” She leaned in, nipping my ear. “You love it, don’t you? Imagining me like those sluts, filled up by all those big cocks.”
Her pussy clenched tighter around my cock as she ground down, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone with each roll of her hips, sending sparks of unwanted pleasure shooting through me. “Honestly, it made me jealous.” she whispered. I gripped her ass cheeks, trying to steady myself against her words. “Jealous?” I managed to gasp, my voice hoarse as she lifted almost off me, her slick lips hovering just above the tip before slamming back down, taking every inch in one brutal drop that made her moan loudly.
“Yeah, jealous,” she breathed, her nails raking down my chest through my shirt, leaving red trails. She leaned back, bracing her hands on my shoulders for leverage, her pussy slurping wetly around my shaft with each thrust. “All those fake sluts on your screen, getting pounded by huge cocks, passed around in gangbangs. Husbands jerking off while their wives get filled with cum. I got tired of watching you get off to them. So, I decided to make my own porn for you. Real porn, starring me.”
She slowed her rhythm just enough to torture me, circling her hips in lazy figure-eights that made her inner walls massage every inch of my cock. “That’s why I let Dion fuck me that night. He invited me over, let him spike my drink if that’s what you think. I wanted it. Wanted that thick black dick stretching my pussy wide open, pounding me until I screamed. And I made sure it was all on video, just for you to find and stroke to.” Her eyes locked on mine, dark and triumphant, as she picked up speed again, her ass slapping against my thighs with rhythmic smacks. “Now you’ve got your own little collection. Me getting destroyed by that huge cock. I would say you liked it. I’ve been watching you jerk off to the videos every day. I checked my sent messages in my email and you sent them so fast, same night. You seem to be enjoying your innocent fiancée being bred by our neighbor. Even jerked off in the kitchen watching me out the window put on a show for him.”
I thrust up hard, unable to stop myself, my balls tightening as her words twisted the knife deeper, mixing rage. She laughed breathlessly, riding me like she owned me, her pussy flooding with fresh heat that soaked us both. “Keep watching those videos, Jay. Next time, maybe I’ll invite you to film it yourself. Or better yet, join in. You can lick his cum out of me while he fucks your mouth.” Her taunts pushed me closer to the edge, my cock twitching, threatening to spill. Her words hung in the air like a slap, my cock throbbing deep inside her as she clenched around me, milking me with deliberate squeezes that made my vision blur. I grabbed her hips harder, flipping us over in one rough motion so she was pinned beneath me on the couch. “We were supposed to wait,” I growled, thrusting into her pussy with short, angry strokes that made her gasp and arch her back. “Until marriage. That’s what we agreed on, Alina. You were a virgin, we both were. And now… this? Letting that bastard Dion fuck you on camera? For me?” My voice cracked as I slammed in deeper, her juices coating my balls with each slap against her ass.
She moaned, “That was your idea, Jay,” she shot back, eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and lust. “Waiting until the wedding night like some pure little couple. But you? Running off to your computer every day, stroking your cock to all those sluts getting wrecked. Moaning while you watched them take load after load. Why should I wait, twiddling my thumbs, while you jerked off to other women screaming in ecstasy? Now you can watch me. Now you can fuck my pussy.”
I pounded into her harder, the couch creaking under us as her tits bounced with every impact. Rage boiled in my gut, but so did the twisted heat of her confession, my cock swelling thicker inside her pussy. “You could’ve told me,” I panted. “Instead of spreading your legs for him, letting him fuck you raw while his friend filmed it all. That smile on your face in the video. Fuck, Alina, you looked like you were begging for more.”
“Maybe I was,” she whispered. “Dion’s cock was huge, stretching me so wide it hurt at first, then felt so good I couldn’t stop cumming. He pinned me down and fucked me so hard. All for your viewing pleasure. Now fuck me like you mean it, harder than he did.”
Her challenge ignited something feral in me. I hammered into her with relentless force, my balls slapping wetly against her clit. She cried out, her pussy gushing around my cock. “You bitch,” I muttered through gritted teeth. “Betraying me like that, but still coming back for my dick. What if I make you wait now? Tie you up while I watch those videos again.”
“Try it,” she taunted sliding forward belly down on the couch leaving my cock twitching in the cool air seconds before I came. “You gonna make me watch Jay? Is that what you want? She rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide. I just hovered there, cock still twitching, pre-cum dripping off the head. “Not yet, Jay,” she purred, her voice low and commanding, a far cry from the innocent fiancée I’d thought she was. She swung her legs off the couch, her thighs slick with our mixed juices, and pointed to my office chair in the corner, where I’d spent too many days jerking off to those forbidden videos. “Sit there. Watch. Like you do with your porn.”
My heart hammered in my chest, a toxic mix of fury and filthy excitement churning in my veins. “What the fuck, Alina? We’re not done….” But she cut me off with a sharp look, grabbing her phone from the table, her fingers flying across the screen as she dialed. I hesitated, my cock aching, pre-cum beading at the tip, but the pull of her dominance. Of this twisted game she was weaving, dragged me to the chair. I slumped into it, legs spread, hand instinctively wrapping around my shaft, but she shook her head. “No touching. Not until I say.”
The phone rang once, twice, then Dion’s deep voice rumbled through the speaker on loudspeaker. “Alina? What’s up, baby? Missin this big black dick already?” His laugh was crude, confident, like he owned the night.
She bit her lip, glancing at me with a wicked smile as she leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs just enough to flash her swollen, soaked pussy. “Come on over here, Jay’s being a good boy for me.” Her words sliced through me, humiliation flooding my face with heat even as my cock jerked in response, leaking more pre-cum onto my thigh.
Dion didn’t hesitate. “On my way.” She nodded to herself, hanging up and tossing the phone aside. “You heard him, Jay. He’s coming to fuck me right here. Stretch this tight little pussy. And you’re gonna watch every second.”
She leaned back on the couch and spread her legs in my direction. She slowly rubbed around her swollen clit, dipping her fingers into her hole to draw more wetness. Then the front door creaked open. There he was, filling the doorway, a smug grin splitting his face as his eyes raked over Alina’s naked form. He was already half-hard, the bulge in his sweatpants massive, outlining a thick, veiny length that made my stomach twist.
“Look at you two,” he chuckled, stripping off his shirt to reveal rippling abs and broad shoulders. “Fiancée callin for backup.” Alina met him eagerly, pulling him down for a deep, sloppy kiss, her tongue tangling with his as she ground her hips against his thigh.
I gripped the chair arms, knuckles white, my erection painful and untouched as Dion’s large hands roamed her body, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples until she whimpered into his mouth. He broke the kiss, glancing back at me with a predatory smirk. “Bet this turns you on, huh? Watchin me claim what’s yours.” He yanked down his pants, his massive black cock springing free, thick as my wrist, curving upward with a fat, mushroom head already wet.
Alina moaned, wrapping her small hand around it, or trying to. Her fingers not quite meeting, and stroked him slowly, her eyes flicking to mine. She pumped him faster, her other hand dipping between her legs to rub her clit. “Fuck me.” she whispered.
Dion growled, flipping her onto her back on the couch and positioning himself between her spread thighs. He rubbed his cockhead along her slit, coating it in her wetness, teasing her entrance until she bucked up desperately. “Beg for it, slut,” he demanded, and she did, her voice breaking. “Please, fuck me hard. Stretch me wide.” With one brutal thrust, he buried half his length inside her, her pussy lips stretching around his girth. She cried out, back arching, nails raking his arms as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, until his balls rested against her ass.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, pulling back and slamming in again, setting a punishing rhythm that made the couch bang against the wall. Her tits jiggled with each impact, her moans turning to screams as he pounded her relentlessly, his hips snapping forward with raw power. Juices squirted out around his shaft, soaking the cushions. She locked eyes with me, her face flushed, lips parted in ecstasy. “Watch, Jay… oh god, he’s so deep….”
I couldn’t look away, my cock leaking steadily, the ache building to agony as Dion dominated her completely. Flipping her to ride him, her small body bouncing on his cock, then bending her over doggy style, her expressions pure ecstasy as orgasms ripped through her body. He slapped her ass hard, leaving red handprints, and she pushed back, taking him balls-deep, her pussy clenching around his cock. The room filled with the wet slaps of flesh, her gasps, his grunts, and my ragged breaths.
“Tell him, Alina,” Dion rasped. “Tell your cuck how it feels.” She gasped, turning her head to meet my gaze, sweat dripping from her brow. “I’m cumming…..Jay… he’s gonna cum inside me… breed me like the slut I am for him… and you’ll clean it up after.” Her words shattered me, but my body betrayed me, hips twitching as if seeking friction that wasn’t there. Dion roared, thrusting deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he unloaded, thick spurts of cum flooding her womb until it overflowed, dripping down her thighs.
Alina collapsed, shuddering through her own climax, her pussy milking him dry. Dion pulled out with a satisfied sigh, his spent dick still semi-hard, coated in their mess. He looked at me, smirking. “Your turn to watch her squirt it out? Or you wanna taste?’ Alina laughed breathlessly, legs shaking, her abused cunt gaping and leaking. “What do you say, Jay? Ready to join the fun?” Dion’s eyes locked onto mine, his grin widening. I just sat there, speechless. A cold rush washed over me but it wasn’t enough to take away the arousal. My cock still rock hard, twitching in the cool air. “Hey, cuck,” he said, voice low and commanding, pointing at the couch. “Get your ass over here. Lie on your back.” My stomach twisted, humiliation flooding me, but my cock twitched harder. I hesitated, glancing at Alina, but she just bit her lip, watching with eager anticipation.
“Now,” Dion barked. He didn’t bother covering up, his semi-hard dick swinging as he stood. The cool air in the room raising goosebumps on my skin. I lowered myself onto the couch, stretching out on my back, heart pounding as Dion loomed over me. “Good boy,” he mocked, crossing his arms. “Alina, straddle his face. Make him lick that pussy clean, every drop of my cum.” She climbed up without a word, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of my head, her thighs warm and slick against my cheeks.
She lowered herself slowly, her swollen pussy inches from my mouth, the creamy mess from Dion’s pounding right there, dripping toward my lips. The scent hit me first, musky and salty, overwhelming. “Do it, Jay,” she whispered. “Taste him in me. Clean me up like a good fiancé.”
I parted my lips, tongue darting out, the bitter-salt taste of his cum flooding my mouth as I licked broad strokes along her slit. She moaned, grinding down, smearing the mess across my face. My hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer, tongue pushing deeper into her hole to suck out the thick globs he left behind. Dion stood there, just a few feet away, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it slow and firm, watching us with that predatory stare.
Alina rocked her hips, her clit bumping my nose with each roll, her tits jiggling as she rode my mouth. “Fuck, your tongue feels so good.” she gasped, nails raking my chest. I swirled around her entrance, swallowing the mix of his load and her juices, my own cock throbbing untouched against my stomach, pre-cum pooling on my skin.
Dion’s strokes picked up, his shaft thickening back to full hardness, veins bulging as he pumped. “That’s it, eat it. She loves it, look at her squirming.” His words burned, but they only made me lick harder, flicking her clit until she shuddered, fresh wetness gushing over my chin. She came with a cry, thighs clamping my head, pussy clenching as she flooded my mouth with her release.
He kept stroking, cock now rock-hard and glistening, aimed right at us. “Keep going until she’s spotless,” he ordered, stepping closer. I obeyed, tongue thrusting relentlessly, the humiliation twisting into a dark thrill as Dion’s heavy breathing filled the room, his fist flying faster on his dick.
Alina’s thighs quivered around my head, her pussy grinding harder against my tongue as I slurped up the last remnants of Dion’s thick cum, the salty tang coating my throat. She was close again, her breaths coming in, fingers twisting in my hair to hold me in place. Without warning, Dion dropped to his knees at the end of the couch, right between my legs. His big hands clamped onto my ankles, yanking them up and back toward my chest in one rough motion. I froze, tongue still buried in Alina’s pussy, my ass lifting off the cushions as he forced my knees wide and high. The position exposed everything, my balls tightening, my hard cock slapping against my stomach, and worst of all, my tight asshole clenching under his gaze.
“Look at that pink little hole,” Dion growled. He leaned in closer, hot breath fanning over my skin, making me shiver despite the humiliation burning through me. Alina glanced down, her eyes widening with a mix of surprise and wicked excitement, but she didn’t stop riding my face. If anything, she pressed down firmer, her clit rubbing my nose as she watched him.
I tried to squirm, but his grip was iron, pinning my legs back until my ass was fully on display, vulnerable and twitching. “What the fuck” I mumbled against her wetness, words muffled, but Dion just chuckled, low and deep.
“I told you, you are both mine. You’re gonna take it like she did.” His free hand trailed down my inner thigh, thumb brushing my balls before sliding lower, pressing against my hole. The pressure was firm, testing, circling the rim without mercy. A jolt of unwanted heat shooting through me as his finger probed, the tip dipping just inside, stretching the ring of muscle.
Alina moaned louder, her hips bucking wildly now, pussy clenching around my probing tongue. “Oh god, he’s gonna finger you while you eat me out. Do it, let him.” Her words spurred him on. He pushed deeper, one thick digit sliding into my ass, the burn mixing with a strange fullness that made my cock leak more pre-cum onto my abs. Dion twisted his finger, crooking it to hit that spot inside, sending sparks up my spine. I groaned into her, the vibration making her cry out as she came again, juices squirting over my chin and into my mouth. He added a second finger, scissoring them wide, fucking my hole slow and deliberate while his other hand resumed stroking his massive cock.
The room spun with Alina’s weight pinning me down as Dion claimed my ass, his dominance absolute. “That’s right, open up for me as she watches.” Dion lifted his hand towards Alina’s mouth with an open palm. Instinctively she spit into his hand as he smiled back at her. “Gonna make this tight white ass mine,” he muttered, his voice rough with lust. He smeared the spit around my hole with his thumb, pushing it inside roughly, working it in deep while I squirmed under Alina’s weight.
She shifted on my face, turning slightly to watch, her eyes gleaming with that same sly hunger I’d seen in the videos. “Do it, Dion. Fuck him like you fucked me,” she whispered, her hand reaching back to stroke my hair. The betrayal stung, but my cock leaked more pre-cum as the humiliation sank in.
Dion gathered more spit in his mouth and spat it onto his massive cock, the dark shaft glistening under the room’s dim light. He gripped the base, rubbing the saliva up and down the length, coating every veiny inch. The head, thick and flared, bobbed as he positioned himself, pressing the tip against my spit-slicked entrance. “Breathe, cuck. Or don’t. Either way, you’re taking this dick.”
I tensed, my muscles locking up, but he didn’t wait. With a slow, deliberate push, the head breached me, stretching my rim wide around his girth. The pain hit like fire, sharp and unrelenting, making me cry out into Alina’s thigh. “Fuck…..stop, it’s too big!” My voice cracked, muffled against her skin, but she just moaned, grinding her wet pussy back over my mouth to silence me.
“Shut up and take it,” Dion growled, his hands clamping harder on my thighs, holding my legs pinned back. He inched forward, the burn intensifying as more of his cock slid inside, filling me inch by agonizing inch. My ass clenched instinctively, trying to push him out, but that only made him groan in pleasure. “Yeah, squeeze that hole around me. Feels good, don’t it?”
Alina leaned forward now, her small hands bracing on my chest as she watched him penetrate me. “Look at you, Jay… your cock’s so hard from it.” She was right, despite the pain, or maybe because of it, my dick throbbed, untouched and desperate. Dion bottomed out finally, his heavy balls slapping against my ass, his pubic hair grinding into my balls. He paused there, letting me adjust to the fullness, the way he split me open.
Then he started moving. Slow at first, pulling back until just the head tugged at my rim, then thrusting in deep again. Each slide built the friction, the spit easing the way but not enough to dull the raw stretch. I groaned, tongue flicking out to lap at Alina’s clit again, distracting myself from the invasion. She rode my face harder, her moans syncing with Dion’s grunts as he picked up speed, fucking my ass with steady strokes.
“See this, Alina? Your man’s ass is gripping me tighter than your pussy ever did.” Dion’s hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt. The pressure hit that spot again, the one his fingers had found, sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through the pain. My hips bucking up to meet his thrusts, chasing the twisted heat building in my core.
Alina came again from my tongue, her thighs squeezing my head as she squirted lightly over my lips. “Harder, Dion, make him feel it. Make him cum from your cock.” Her words fueled him. He pounded into me relentlessly, the couch creaking under us, his balls smacking my ass with wet slaps. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my stomach, mixing with my pre-cum. I was lost in it, the degradation, the way Alina watched us with pure lust. My cock erupted without warning, ropes of cum shooting across my chest, splattering up to my neck. Dion laughed, deep and triumphant, not slowing his rhythm. “That’s it, cuck. Cum while I breed your ass.” My body shuddered through the aftershocks of my orgasm, cum cooling in sticky ropes across my chest and neck. But Dion didn’t stop. “Not done yet, cuck,” he grunted, his hips rolling with relentless rhythm, each push making my spent dick twitch and stir back to life.
Alina hovered over me, her breath hot on my skin as she licked a stripe up my stomach, tasting my sweat and her own juices from earlier. “Feel that, Jay? He’s owning you completely.” Her words twisted the knife of humiliation, but my cock swelled again under the assault of his pounding. The pain had faded into a dull pleasure, my hips lifting to meet him despite myself.
It didn’t take long, maybe a minute or two of his deep thrusts, before I was fully hard again. My cock bobbing stiff against my stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip. Dion noticed, his grin feral as he slammed in one last time, balls deep, holding there while my ass clenched around him. Then, with a wet slurp, he pulled out, his cock springing free, slick with spit. A long string connecting us for a second before it snapped. He grabbed my cock in his massive hand and laid his own thick black cock over mine. He wrapped his hand around both of our cocks, the slickness from his ass-fucking making us glide as he started thrusting us both in his fist.
“Yeah, fuck that white dick,” he growled, his hips thrusting forward in short, sharp bucks, fucking our cocks together like he was claiming me all over again. The friction was intense, his foreskin sliding over my head, our tips bumping with each pump of his hand. I moaned, the sensation shooting straight to my balls, my body arching off the couch as Alina watched, her fingers circling her clit.
He kept the pace brutal, his free hand pinning my thigh down, keeping me spread and exposed. Our cocks slapped and slid, the mix of his spit and my pre-cum lubing the way, making wet sounds that fill my ears. “Gonna make you cum again while I mark this dick too.” His grip tightened and I felt the pressure building fast, my second orgasm coiling tight in my gut.
Alina leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lap at where our shafts met, adding her spit to the mess. That pushed me over. My cock pulsed in his grip, erupting with hot spurts that splattered between us, coating both our cocks. Dion groaned, his thrusts stuttering as he came too, thick ropes of his cum shooting out to mix with mine, painting my stomach and his hand in our combined release. He milked us both through it, squeezing until we were spent, our cocks softening together.
Dion finally released my softening cock from his grip, stepping back with a smug chuckle that echoed in the heavy air of the living room. He wiped his hand on my thigh like I was a used rag, leaving a smear of our mixed cum behind. “Good boy,” he said, his voice low and mocking as he grabbed his clothes from the floor. He pulled on his pants first, tucking his spent dick away, while Alina and I watched from the couch, both of us too wrecked to move.
Alina slid off my face, her thighs slick and trembling as she settled beside me, her hand trailing possessively over my chest, smearing the drying ropes of my cum. She didn’t say anything, just gave Dion a lazy, satisfied smile that made my stomach twist. He adjusted himself and headed for the door without another word. The front door clicked shut behind him, leaving the house in sudden silence broken only by our ragged breaths.
I stayed sprawled there, ass throbbing from his invasion, the warm leak of his spit still seeping out of me onto the cushions. My body felt raw, marked inside and out, our combined loads crusting on my skin. Alina nuzzled into my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck, but I couldn’t meet her eyes. “Come on,” she murmured finally, tugging at my arm. “Bedtime.”
We didn’t bother cleaning up. No shower, no wipes, just stumbled to the bedroom. She crawled under the sheets naked, patting the spot beside her. I followed, sliding in beside her. She curled against me, her small body fitting perfectly into mine, one leg thrown over my hip. Her hand rested on my cock, soft now but twitching at her touch, as if my body hadn’t learned its lesson. The room was dark, the only light from the phone charger, casting a dim green light in the room.
“You know,” she whispered, her voice soft, “I own you now.”
Her words hit like a punch, my cock twitched in her hand. She laughed softly, stroking me once, twice, with a firm grip that made me groan. “Feel that? Your body’s already craving more. What do you think happens next, hmm? Maybe he comes back tomorrow, bends you over the kitchen table while I film it. Or invites his friends over, that guy that videoed with my phone. Imagine them taking turns, stretching you wider, pumping load after load into you until you’re dripping and begging. Maybe they stuff both those big black dicks inside me at the same time.”
I swallowed hard, heart pounding, the humiliation flooding me hot and thick. Part of me wanted to shove her away, rage at the betrayal, but my hips rolled into her touch. She smirked, seeing it all on my face, and gave my cock one last squeeze before releasing it. “Sleep good baby, dream of me.” With a contented sigh, she settled back down, curling into me as if nothing had changed. As if she hadn’t just twisted the knife deeper. Her breathing evened out quickly, leaving me alone with the ache in my ass, the throb in my dick, and the endless reel of what might come next playing in my mind.
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