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By (user no longer on site) OP 37 weeks ago
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The cuck’s still tied to the chair, lips glistening from where he’d licked her clean earlier. She adjusts the remains of her torn dress—just enough to tease the men waiting at the bar, her bare thighs flashing as we move through the lounge. I guide her to the booth where three men sit, drinks untouched, eyes locked onto her. She perches on my lap, my fingers tracing the lace edge of her panties as I lay out the rules. “One at a time. Five minutes apart. You follow *my* pace.” Their eager nods say everything. Back in the room, the first stranger doesn’t wait—he’s on her the second the door clicks shut, ripping the last shreds of her dress away. She gasps as he lifts her onto the dresser, but I toss him the vibrating bullet from the nightstand. “Make her scream first.” He grins, flicking it on and pressing it to her clit while he fingers her. Her thighs shake, her moans high and broken as she comes—then he’s inside her, pounding hard enough to rattle the mirror behind them. The wine glass waits on the edge, catching his release as he groans against her neck. She saunters to the cuck, swirling the glass under his nose. “Your turn,” she purrs, tipping it slowly into his mouth. He gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his cock straining against his pants. The second man arrives with a flogger from his jacket. He doesn’t ask—just lands a sharp strike across her ass as she kneels on the bed. She whimpers, spreading wider for him, her back arching under each sting before he fills her. The third arrives to find her bent over the armchair, a thick plug already stretching her. He replaces it with his cock, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. When all three finally have her at once—one fucking her mouth, another driving into her from behind, the last grinding the bullet against her clit—the cuck’s a panting mess, his own release soaking through his pants untouched. Later, she holds the final glass to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick the rim clean. I squeeze her waist, grinning down at him. “Good boy.” |
