LOGINThe text came at 2:17 AM.*My door. Now. Don’t tell them. This one is just for us.*Michael’s cock was already hard before he even replied. He slipped out of bed while Mirabel and Mitchelle slept, heart pounding with guilt and dark excitement as he crossed the hall.Vanessa opened the door wearing only a black silk robe, loosely tied. Her eyes were different tonight — darker, hungrier, but with something almost vulnerable underneath.“Inside,” she said quietly.The moment the door closed, she pushed him against it and kissed him with bruising intensity. No warm-up. No teasing. She bit his lower lip hard enough to draw a moan from him, then yanked his shirt over his head.“On your knees,” she whispered.Michael dropped instantly.Vanessa let the robe fall open, revealing her naked body. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face into her already dripping pussy.“Eat,” she commanded, voice low and rough. “Like you’ve been dreaming about since the last time.”Michael moaned loudly into her
“She’s not just using my body anymore… she’s breaking my mind, and I’m letting her.”The text came at midnight.My place. Now. Don’t tell them.Michael’s cock hardened the second he read it. He lied to Mirabel and Mitchelle about needing fresh air, slipped out, and crossed the hall like a man walking toward his own ruin.Vanessa opened the door wearing nothing but a black leather harness that framed her breasts and left her smooth pussy exposed. Her eyes were dark, hungry, and knowing.“On your knees the moment you step inside,” she ordered.Michael dropped instantly, heart pounding. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing him in her world.Vanessa didn’t touch him at first. She simply stood over him, letting him feel her dominance.“Look at you,” she murmured, voice dripping with mocking affection. “Crawling back to me so soon. Do Mirabel and Mitchelle know how much you crave this? How hard your cock gets just from my texts?”Michael’s face burned with shame, but his cock throbbed
“She’s always been the strong one… but tonight she’s breaking in front of me.”Michael was still sore from the public teasing when Mitchelle pulled him into the bedroom alone. Mirabel had gone for a run. The apartment was quiet except for the tension between them.Mitchelle locked the door. Her athletic body was tense, jaw tight, but her eyes showed something Michael rarely saw. Raw vulnerability.“I need you tonight,” she said, voice lower than usual. “Just you and me. No Mirabel. No games. I need to talk while I fuck you.”Michael’s cock stirred despite his exhaustion. “Mitchelle, what’s wrong?”She didn’t answer with words. She shoved him onto the bed and climbed on top, kissing him hard. Her hands pinned his wrists above his head as she ground against his growing erection.“I’m not enough,” she whispered against his lips, the confession slipping out like it hurt. “I see how you look after Vanessa touches you. Like she reaches somewhere I can’t. I’ve spent my whole life being the s
“They’re going to make me cum in front of strangers… and part of me is praying they succeed.”The decision came at breakfast.“We’re going out today,” Mirabel said, voice sweet but eyes sharp with mischief. “Lunch date. Just us. And you’re going to feel us the whole time.”Mitchelle held up the remote vibrator and smirked. “Bigger plug today. You stay on the edge. No cumming until we say.”Michael’s cock hardened instantly. “In public? What if someone notices?”“That’s the point,” Mirabel whispered, palming his bulge. “We want you desperate. Leaking. Fighting not to moan while people are all around.”They prepped him in the bedroom and drew it out until he shook.Mirabel lubed the thick curved plug and pushed it in slowly while Mitchelle stroked his cock. The stretch burned as the toy settled deep against his prostate.“Fuck, it’s big,” Michael groaned, hips jerking.Mitchelle switched it on low. The deep vibration made his knees weak. A bead of precum formed and she caught it on her
“They can smell her on me… and they’ll fuck me until I forget her name.”Michael barely crossed the threshold before Mirabel and Mitchelle were on him.The fresh marks on his neck, the glaze in his eyes, the slight limp from Elena, it set them off.“You reek of her,” Mirabel snarled, grabbing his collar and slamming him against the wall. Her body pressed hard to his, trembling with rage and fear. “You let that bitch use you again.”Mitchelle tore his shirt open. Buttons scattered. She stared at the marks, then yanked his pants down. He was still half-hard, slick with another woman. “Look what she did to our pet. You came for her. I can smell it.”Michael swallowed. “It was just…”“Shut up,” Mirabel hissed, tears bright with possessive fury. “Tonight we’re not gentle. Tonight we make you forget anyone but us.”They dragged him to the bedroom.No warm-up. No mercy.Mirabel shoved him face-down and bound him tight , wrists behind his back, ankles spread, chest strapped until each breath
The text from Vanessa came during dinner.New bet. Winner gets Michael for an entire evening. No limits. Tonight.Mirabel’s fork froze halfway to her mouth. Mitchelle’s eyes narrowed dangerously.Michael’s cock twitched hard under the table before he even read the message.They played another round of cards. Vanessa won again.This time, there was no protest. The stakes had grown too high, and the tension between the women was too thick. Mirabel and Mitchelle watched with burning jealousy as Vanessa took Michael by the collar and led him across the hall.Elena was waiting inside, already wearing a thick black strap-on harness, her ice-blue eyes cold with anticipation.“Strip,” Vanessa ordered the second the door closed. “You belong to Elena tonight. Completely.”Michael obeyed, heart hammering. The moment he was naked, Elena grabbed him by the throat and shoved him onto the large padded bench in the center of the room.“Hands and knees,” she commanded.She didn’t warm him up. Elena lu
Michael lay on the bed, chest heaving, body still trembling from the intense morning session. His cock was half-hard again, slick with Mirabel and Mitchelle’s cream, while the thick plug in his ass continued to buzz lowly against his prostate. The weekend with Vanessa and Elena was now only hours a
“Tomorrow they get me for twenty-four hours… and I’m already leaking at the thought of how hard they’ll break me.”Michael lay awake in the darkness, his body still buzzing from the brutal preview earlier. Cum and pussy juice had dried on his skin, and the collar around his throat felt like a noose
The next morning brought a charged silence to the apartment. Michael knelt in the center of the living room, naked except for the black leather collar locked around his throat. His wrists were bound tightly behind his back with crimson rope, and a thick, vibrating plug buzzed relentlessly against h
The air in the apartment felt heavier than usual, thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and unspoken tension. Michael lay sprawled across the oversized bed, his body still trembling from the morning’s brutal competition. Fresh rope marks crisscrossed his chest and thighs like badges of ownership. His







