LOGINThe next evening, I stood in front of the full-length mirror adjusting the slinky black dress George had chosen for me. It was dangerously short, clinging to my curves like a second skin, with a low neckline that barely contained my heavy breasts. I wore no bra and panties, just a pair of sky-high heels and the lingering soreness between my legs and in my ass from the day before. Every step reminded me of how thoroughly he had claimed both my holes. George came up behind me, his hands sliding possessively over my hips. He looked devastating in a tailored black suit. “Perfect,” he murmured, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric and pinching my nipples until they stood out obscenely. “I want easy access tonight.” My pussy was already wet. “People will see,” I whispered, though the thought made my clit throb. “They might suspect. But you’re going to be a good girl and stay quiet while I play with my wife’s slutty holes in public.” He kissed my neck, biting down hard enough to lea
I lay slumped against George’s chest in his office chair, his thick cock still buried deep inside my cum-drenched pussy. Every tiny shift made more of his seed leak out around his shaft and drip down over his balls onto the leather. My body felt ruined in the best way, my limbs were heavy, throat raw from screaming, thighs sticky and trembling. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied. One large hand stroked down my spine before gripping my ass cheek possessively. “But I’m nowhere near done with you today.” He lifted me off his cock with ease. A heavy gush of warm cum splattered onto the floor between my feet. I whimpered at the empty feeling, my pussy clenching around nothing. George stood, towering over me, and tilted my chin up with two fingers. “To the bedroom, lay on your stomach, ass up. Don’t clean up.” I obeyed on shaky legs, walking naked through the penthouse with his cum running down my inner thighs. By the time I reached the master bedroom and positioned
I woke up to the feeling of a hot, wet mouth devouring my pussy. My eyes flew open on a loud, broken moan. George was between my spread thighs, shoulders holding my legs wide apart while his tongue fucked deep into my cum-filled hole. The slurping sounds filled the sunlit bedroom. I was still leaking from last night with our mixed juices smeared across my thighs and the sheets. “George—oh fuck!” I gasped, my back arching as he sucked hard on my swollen clit. Two thick fingers replaced his tongue, curling viciously against my G-spot while he lashed my clit with fast, merciless strokes. “You slept with my cum inside you like a good little wife,” he growled against my pussy, the vibration making me shudder. “Woke up hard as fuck and needed to taste this sloppy cunt again.” I grabbed fistfuls of his dark hair, grinding shamelessly against his face. My heavy breasts heaved with every panting breath, nipples stiff and aching. “Don’t stop—please— I’m so close already!” He added a third
His cock twitched and swelled inside me again, stretching my cum-soaked walls. I was still trembling from the aftershocks, my face pressed into the silk sheets. George’s heavy body draped over mine, one hand possessively cupping my breast, fingers rolling my sensitive nipple. “Your cock’s twitching, want more already?” I whispered, voice hoarse from screaming. He chuckled darkly, grinding his hips so his thickening length dragged along my inner walls. “You think one load is enough on our wedding night? I’m going to fuck you until my cum is leaking down your thighs for days.” He pulled out slowly, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Thick white semen dripped from my gaping pussy onto the sheets. Before I could catch my breath, George flipped me onto my back and climbed between my spread legs. His blue eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at my messy cunt. “Look at that pretty married pussy. All red and dripping with my seed.” He smeared his cockhead through the mess, coa
The wedding had been elegant, and entirely for show. Our families had arranged everything, sealing some business merger with my body as the collateral. George was handsome in that sharp, commanding way, tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that had barely met mine during the vows. But he was a stranger. A powerful, wealthy stranger I was now bound to for life. My white lace wedding gown clung to my curves, the bodice pushing my full breasts up invitingly. Underneath, I wore nothing but a tiny white thong and sheer stockings. My heart hammered as I heard the door click open behind me. George stepped in, loosening his tie, his jacket already discarded. His gaze raked over me slowly. “Rosy,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You look fucking incredible.” I turned, swallowing hard. “This… this doesn’t have to be real tonight,” I whispered, though my body was already betraying me. Heat pooled between my thighs at the way he looked at me. He closed the distanc
Marcus kissed me slow and deep, his hand gently massaging one of my cum-covered breasts. Jade’s fingers were still teasing my swollen pussy, spreading the mess from my husband’s loads. “One more time,” I whispered against Marcus’s lips. “I want both of you inside me at the same time.” Jade’s eyes lit up with wicked delight. “You sure, beautiful?” I nodded, biting my lip. The thought terrified and excited me in equal measure. Marcus laid on his back in the center of the bed, his thick cock standing hard and proud. I straddled him, sinking down slowly until every inch filled my well-used pussy. We both groaned at the familiar, perfect stretch. I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his chest as Jade moved behind me. She drizzled more lube between my cheeks, working it in with her fingers before pressing the head of a thick strap-on dildo against my ass. Marcus had bought it years ago for us, but we’d never used it like this. “Relax for me, Elena,” Jade cooed, rubbing my bac
My boots squelched in the mud as I followed them up the steps, legs still trembling from what they’d done to me against that tree. Water dripped from my ruined blouse and skirt, plastering everything to my skin, but the chill barely registered. All I could feel was the ache between my thighs, the
I gasped as his hands pinned my wrists above my head, the rough bark of the oak tree scraping against my back through the thin fabric of my blouse. Rain poured down in sheets, soaking us both, but the heat between us was a fire that no storm could extinguish. His mouth crashed against mine, demandi
Vicky’s fingers trailed lazily down my stomach, circling my navel before dipping lower to tease the still-swollen lips of my pussy. We were both drenched with sweat, and cum, the lingering slick from the double dildo now discarded on the nightstand. The room smelled thickly of sex— musky arousal, h
I lay between Deep Voice and Silver Chain on the wide couch in the corner, blanket draped loosely over my hips. My body felt heavy and loose, every muscle humming from the string of orgasms they had pulled out of me. My throat was raw, my ass tender and still slick inside, but my cock—miraculously—







