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Group sex incoming! Drunken MMF threesome (tipsy but all-in), dual nipple assault (gentle vs. bitey), deepthroat face fuck, pounding from both ends, and synced creampie chaos with post game "encore?" bait. Ex jealousy fuel, pure sandwich overload; if group greed or "fuck you, ex" pettiness are your vibe, let's dive in! CHAPTER ONE Aimee giggled drunkenly as Ben pulled her on top of him, William rubbing her jean-covered ass from behind. She knew that she was drunk, but she didn't care. Her long time boyfriend, James, had just broken up with her a week before and she was free. Maybe she hadn't wanted the freedom, but hell, since it was here why not take advantage of it? James had always refused to do any kind of threesome with her, he had some deep seated fear that she would leave him for the other person. Well now he'd left her and she was getting to fulfill one of her fantasies, a threesome. Two guys and her as the only female, the receiving end of their lusts and attention. She moaned as Ben's hands slid her shirt off, William pulling just as insistently at her jeans. Their hands felt so good on her smooth skin. It wasn't just that she wanted to do something that James had never agreed to, she was also unbearably horny. The alcohol didn't help either, it had always made her more flirtatious, more daring. More lustful. Now she was half naked and writhing between the two guys. Ben's hands slipped inside her bra, lifting her breasts out of their confinement as William undid the hooks on the piece of clothing. Kisses trailed down her sensitive back, his tongue flicking out to lick her smooth skin and send little tremors through her body as his teeth bit in slightly. "Oh yes..." she moaned. Her back arched as William nibbled on her back, bringing her breasts to Ben's face and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. She'd had no idea it would be so fantastic. Two mouths, four hands roaming all over her body, and all she had to do was take it. They grabbed at her, rubbing and caressing, their mouths sucking on her flesh as though they couldn't get enough. William pulled her off Ben, lying her down so that she was on her back. The two men slid on either side of her, pulling off some of their own clothes. She could feel their dicks pressing against her thighs as they lowered their mouths to her nipples. One mouth on each nipple. Gasping, she writhed between them, someone's fingers trailing down to slide under her panties and into her already soaking slit. It felt so strange to have two mouths on her nipples. Ben was much more gentle, rolling her nipple between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue, sucking it deep into his mouth. But William bit down on the tender bud, nibbling and chewing on it. The combined sensations made her writhe with excitement, fingers dipping into her pussy completing the effect. Ben pulled off of her nipple and moved up to kiss her, she turned to accept the kiss, their tongues twining as William began to bite at the nipple Ben had just occupied. The fingers pushed into her pussy even deeper, making her moan into Ben's mouth. Then Ben moved up even further so that he was sitting by her head, pulling off his boxers so that his cock pointed straight as the ceiling. William helped turn her so that she was on all fours, her head level hanging over Ben's cock. "Suck it Aimee," Ben said, pushing her head down to his dick. Her lips opened to take the head of it into her mouth and he moaned. Behind her, William ripped off her panties with a force that made her squeal around the meat in her mouth. She lowered her head onto Ben's dick as much as possible, making her position herself so that her ass was in the air, offering herself to William. Something hard and firm rubbed against her pussy, teasing her horribly as it slid up and down between her soaking folds. She moaned around Ben's dick, taking him deeper into her throat as his hips thrust upwards. Her throat worked convulsively as he shoved himself into her mouth, her lips only a bare inch away from his groin she was swallowing him so deeply. It felt like her entire body had given way to lust and sensation. Then William began to push into her hot hole and she thought that she might explode from the pleasure. She was still so tight, even though she was wet, and he had to work to get himself inside. Painful pleasure that made her whimper around Ben's dick, his hands on the back of her head trying to push her further onto him. Slowly more and more of William's dick sank into her from behind, and Ben managed to push her all the way onto his shaft, her lips wrapped around the base of his dick. The whimpers that William was creating massaged Ben's dick in her throat, and Aimee struggled not to choke on him. Then William began thrusting in and out of her pussy and she let go of all control, allowing both of them to use her body, taking her on opposite ends. Their dicks seemed to push into her, trying to meet in the middle of her existence, shoving deeper all the time. Aimee moaned and whimpered as someone began playing with her breasts, the hot shaft in her pussy stabbing deeper and deeper with every thrust, stretching her wide and shoving her onto Ben's body. The three of them moved in unison, Aimee the grunt in the middle of their poles, taking it from either end. William's hands gripped her breasts tightly, she knew they were William's because Ben's were lost in her hair, pushing her head down onto him as he fucked her mouth. Pinching her nipples, he pulled them and rolled them, making her writhe on his dick as he took her from behind like a bitch. His hands dug into her tender flesh as she backed herself onto him, feeling fire curling in her belly and reaching for it with all her being, working herself back and forth on his dick as he plunged into her. Her pussy tightened around him as she began to thrash in ecstacy, her throat closing over Ben's cock as she tried to let out a primal scream of ecstacy. The two men bucked against her, inside her, and her throat worked as Ben began to spill heavy cream into her mouth. Shuddering, her entire body tightened as orgasm whirled around her in a maelstrom of sensation. Fucking her harder and harder, William's grip on her breasts became almost unbearable as he shoved into her body, her pussy splaying outward against his groin as he rubbed himself up and down, his dick bouncing inside of her. Her orgasm spiraled out of control as he swelled inside of her and began to cum, his dick moving inside her even as he held himself completely still against her body. They all shuddered and lay still, both dicks slowly shrinking inside of her. And then Ben pulled out of her mouth and moved down so that he could touch her, stroking her gently. "That was fantastic," sighed Aimee. "Damn straight it was," William grinned as he pulled his dick from her sopping pussy, "We should do it again sometime." "Definitely," agreed Ben, "I didn't even get a taste of that sweet pussy."CONTENT WARNING:Heads up: This one's a dark dive into forced fantasy – kidnapping in a dystopian Earth-Moon setup, virginity tease under power plays, light non-con vibes with a massive Viking-type handler (gentle touches amid the fear), humiliation from stripping/washing scenes, and a boss's selection game pitting captives against each other. Age gaps, emotional whiplash from terror to traitorous arousal, and hints of group selection drama; if captivity tropes or body betrayal hits hard, maybe moonwalk past this one. See what I did there? ; )CHAPTER ONEThis wasn't happening.This couldn't be happening.It wasn't fair.But when had her life ever been fair?Kidnapped. She made herself think the word. She'd been kidnapped. But why had they taken her?Kidnappings were almost common on Earth now. The wealthy had moved to the Moon, leaving most of Earth behind except for when they needed something or wanted to travel to an exotic locale. Criminal empires had sprung up, taking over contr
CONTENT WARNING Group sex incoming! Drunken MMF threesome (tipsy but all-in), dual nipple assault (gentle vs. bitey), deepthroat face fuck, pounding from both ends, and synced creampie chaos with post game "encore?" bait. Ex jealousy fuel, pure sandwich overload; if group greed or "fuck you, ex" pettiness are your vibe, let's dive in! CHAPTER ONE Aimee giggled drunkenly as Ben pulled her on top of him, William rubbing her jean-covered ass from behind. She knew that she was drunk, but she didn't care. Her long time boyfriend, James, had just broken up with her a week before and she was free. Maybe she hadn't wanted the freedom, but hell, since it was here why not take advantage of it? James had always refused to do any kind of threesome with her, he had some deep seated fear that she would leave him for the other person. Well now he'd left her and she was getting to fulfill one of her fantasies, a threesome. Two guys and her as the only female, the receiving end of their lusts and
Mr. Stone pulled back, his eyes intent on her face as he shifted her hips and she could feel him at the entrance of her body. Green eyes went as wide as they could when he nudged against her, his own dark eyes taking in ever flicker of her expression as he began to press inwards. The barrier to her body wasn't thick, but he could feel the resistance, feel it tear, watch her wince as he broke through that flimsy barrier to the paradise between her legs."FUCK." He'd never felt anything like it. Not just the way her body gave beneath him or the inner roar of triumph as he watched her pained expression when her hymen broke, but also the exquisite tightness of her untouched channel.He was the first to touch her in this way, the first to make her experience these sensations. As much as he'd cherished that slight moment of pain as he'd broken into her body, he would treasure her pleasure even more."OooooOOOOoooo!"Riley writhed beneath him, her legs parting and coming together as her inno
Logic screamed she should've bolted from that hotel room the instant she'd stepped inside. Her inner feminist branded him a sexist pig, a leering geezer, urging a smack and a swift exit. But her flesh, her hunger, overruled it all, and she clambered onto the mattress, curling sideways with thighs clamped, peeking through lazy-lidded eyes as he rose and shed every stitch. Even fresh from her mouth's work, his cock stirred rigid once more, his stare never straying as garments pooled at his feet.His build packed muscle, shoulders spanning wide, chest fur and the treasure trail below a thicket of coarse dark strands, just sparse silvers dotting through. She inhaled sharp, mind flooding with images of that firm, sculpted form blanketing hers, coarse hairs rasping her silk. Mr. Stone bore no resemblance to her peers; he carried age, edge, threat. Beside him, they resembled yapping pups.He closed in on the bed, eyes igniting with relish as hers stretched saucer-wide. Unbeknownst to her, th
She shut her eyes briefly, mustering her nerve. When they fluttered open, Mr. Stone remained perched on the bed, eyes fixed on her, that faint yet somehow daunting grin curving his mouth. Her knees wobbled as she inched ahead. Mr. Stone's grin widened, and her breath hitched. It was like stepping toward a sheer drop, bracing for the plunge, but Riley pressed on until she stood directly before Mr. Stone. Her heartbeat thundered loud in her ears.She drew a sharp breath as he slid his hand right between her thighs, gaze locked on her features while his fingers traced along her full, untouched pussy lips. Overwhelmed by the victorious gleam in his eyes upon discovering her drenched state, Riley squeezed her eyes shut and trembled as his fingers located the opening to her core."Please...""Please what?" he asked, one long finger easing into her and drawing a gasp.She buried her face in her palms, helpless against the soft moan escaping her lips. "Please... this is so embarrassing... can
Shock flooded Riley's veins, her head snapping up as his steps echoed closer. That gleam in his midnight eyes was brand new territory. A low churn twisted in her gut, her pulse kicking wild as some gut level urge whispered that he craved her."Are you... are we..." No way he meant..."What's the matter, Riley?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling in a way that made her insides tighten, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. He stopped moving towards her, standing at the foot of the bed, and she found that she couldn't stop looking from him to the piece of furniture that she'd assumed she'd be losing her virginity on. That she might very well be losing her virginity on if her instincts were correct. "Having second thoughts about selling your virginity?"Hell yes.Except that now she was wondering if he was just trying to scare her. Twisting her hands in front of her she tried to figure out his intentions, tried to think of something to say, but it felt as though she was hurtling th