An adult stories – Sara’s Depraved Temptations Ch. 05 by MorbidOrb,MorbidOrb ~Thanks to Antartica77 for the feedback, and thanks to everyone here and on Discord for all of your support and patience. This is the start of the next leg of Sara’s story, and I hope you all enjoy the ride!~
Sara tackles Adam onto the bed, both of them completely naked. She pins his wrist to the bed and they’re suddenly shackled there. Adam lies there helpless and hard while Sara gyrates on his throbbing member. She leans in to kiss him, pressing her breasts into his chest while raising her ass in the air. There’s a loud slap and they both turn behind them to see Lucas standing behind Sara, already naked and stroking his monstrous cock. He lines it up with Sara’s entrance and she moans lustily as he fills her up slowly.
Adam watches powerlessly straining against his bindings as the two rut above him. Sara’s shrill cries of pleasure grow louder as the thrusting becomes more intense, the sound of clapping growing with each stroke of Lucas’s cock. He’s grabbing her hips possessively, pulling her back on his rod, face split in a triumphant grin as Sara screams and begs him for more. Her face is a mask of manic lust as she stares down into Adam’s own, confused expression. The hurt she sees there, paired with his own lust, as she forces him to watch the lurid spectacle up close. She looks down at his twitching cock, and smiles at the steady stream of precum she sees leaking there. Sara kisses Adam fiercely, forcing her tongue into his mouth and moaning into his lips as Lucas pummels her womb into submission. She breaks the kiss and laughs, a cruel giggle that sends a visible shiver through them both.
“That’s right baby,” she taunts him, her voice a husky rasp. “Cum for me! Cum while Lucas breeds me properly! Cum while your girlfriend gets knocked up in front of you!”
Adam groans, barely managing to hold off his impending climax, and Sara throws her head back and crows with excitement. Lucas’s hands tighten on her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he increases his pace. The loud slapping of flesh on flesh fills the room, drowning out everything from outside. Sweat drips off his body and lands on Sara’s back even as her own drips onto Adam. The nectar from between her legs drizzles down onto Adam’s cock, and he has to bite his tongue to keep the sudden sensation from making him cum. His eyes widen with horror and arousal as Lucas’s thrusts become more brutal and animalistic, Sara’s eyes rolling back in her head as he pushes her over the edge. He’s going to cum, and Adam can’t do anything to stop it. He stares into Sara’s eyes, but there is nothing there but blissed out lust. He tries to say something, but the words freeze as Sara’s cries reach a new pitch.
“He’s gonna get me pregnant, baby! And it’ll be all…your…fault!” She looked down at him, a confident smirk on her face even as it contorts once more with agonized ecstasy. “You’ll take responsibility won’t you? You’ll be a good daddy for my baby? Ohhh fuck! Here he comes, Adam! Your roommate is going to knock me up right in front of you! Ffffffuckkk!”
Sara screams out with another orgasm as Lucas floods her womb with his seed. With each thrust she can feel the hot cum shooting inside her, racing to fertilize her unprotected eggs. With a cry of despair, Adam’s own cock fires off, his load painting the outside of Sara’s belly even as Lucas’s delves deep into it. The image of his own cum being wasted while another man’s fulfills its intended purpose in his girlfriend isn’t lost on any of them, and the two lovers stare down at Adam with satisfied, sadistic smiles on their faces.
“I knew you’d like that, baby…”
Adam jolted awake in a cold sweat. His whole body was shivering and not just from the physical chill. The dream had been so vivid, so real, that he’d been certain that it was really happening. Part of him still doubted that it had been just a dream and not some terrible memory. What was worse, the feeling between his legs told him that the orgasm he’d felt in the dream had been very real. When was the last time that he’d had a wet dream? Much less one that actually made him cum? What the hell was wrong with him? This couldn’t be normal.
As he wallowed in the darkness of his room, his own cum drying against his skin, Adam heard the sound of the apartment door opening, and then someone locking it. Heavy footsteps moved through the apartment; the slow, quiet thumping he’d come to associate with Lucas’s walking about. A moment later, the door across the hall from Adam’s opened and closed with a click and the apartment returned to silence. It seemed Lucas was back from Sara’s apartment.
Adam checked the time on his phone, finding it to be just after eight in the morning. Lucas had been gone all night. But even as that thought crystallized in his mind, Adam noticed a message he’d received from Lucas not long ago, likely just before the big guy had left Sara’s apartment. With trembling fingers, he opened the message and gasped at the image on the screen.
Sara was sprawled out on her bed, completely naked, her covers tossed aside and sheets a tangled mess around her. Her hair was disheveled, spreading out around her head in a messy halo, but her face was an image of satisfied, blissful sleep. There was still a hint of redness in her cheeks, giving the impression that they had been flushed with exertion just moments ago. But what truly consumed Adam’s attention was the cum. Sara’s face, tits, and stomach were painted with what appeared to be a fresh load, and Adam could make out the spots on her body where earlier loads had dried. Still more coated her inner thighs, and appeared to be oozing out of her swollen, glistening pussy lips. Stains covered the sheets, a particularly large one under her ass, no doubt the result of continuous orgasms on Lucas’s monster cock.
Adam’s heart ached looking at the image, and for a moment he couldn’t breathe. His chest felt like there was an anvil sitting on it, and the shaking of his hands was so bad he nearly dropped his phone on the floor. And yet, he couldn’t stop staring at the image in his hands, and was once again struck by how beautiful Sara looked like this. Before he knew what he was doing, he’d wrapped his hand around his stiffening cock, and began stroking himself slowly. He devoured the image with his eyes, taking in every detail as he worked himself closer and closer to another orgasm.
‘This is so wrong…’ he thought to himself, even as his strokes increased in speed, his hand practically a blur on his shaft. ‘This is so fucked. What the fuck…what the fuck…”
And as Adam stared at the image of Sara, covered and filled with another man’s cum, Adam remembered his dream. Remembered the image of his wasted load on her stomach as Lucas filled her womb. Of Sara taunting him with a threat of pregnancy. No, not a threat. A promise. A promise to carry another man’s baby and make him raise it. Adam’s entire body started shaking, his orgasm no longer under his control. He cried out into the darkness as he came again, coating his own chest and stomach with yet another wasted load. But even as he stared at it, his eye was drawn once more to Sara’s picture, and the sheer difference in the size of Lucas’s and his own loads was highlighted starkly for him.
Adam fell back on his bed, one arm covering his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath. What the fuck was wrong with him. Why did he like this so much? What was it that he really wanted here? What did this all mean? And why did the idea of Lucas stealing Sara like this make him hornier than he ever thought he could be? What was he going to do?
~~~
Sara stumbled out of the elevator Sunday evening, still feeling a little weak from her ordeal. The emergency contraceptive she’d taken after letting Lucas fill her up over and over again Friday night had wiped her out. Cramps, nausea, and a massive headache had been her companions throughout the entire weekend, and she’d only been able to fall asleep Sunday morning after she’d literally passed out from exhaustion. Sleeping on the bathroom floor wasn’t exactly pleasant, and she’d silently resolved to never take one of those pills again upon awaking. She would just have to be more careful going forward. Or be ready to risk the consequences.
Now, two hours later, freshly washed and fed, Sara was finally making her way to Adam and Lucas’s apartment. She knew that she was going there to talk with Adam and make sure that everything was still ok between them. He hadn’t responded to the message she’d sent yesterday about feeling sick, and the fact that he hadn’t even read it yet had her very worried. Even still, some part of her was eager to be around Lucas again. As she walked down the hallway, she felt her pulse start to quicken and her body react despite her exhaustion. With each step closer to the door, she felt her arousal building, her nipples hardening as they rubbed against her bra and her pussy lips moistening even as her mouth went dry. By the time she reached the door, she had to fight to control her breathing and her entire body was shaking with anticipation. She was suddenly painfully aware of how revealing her dress was and how easy it would be for Lucas to fuck her without even stripping her out of it.
Sara rested her head against the cool door, her hands absently fishing the key Lucas had left with her out of her purse. She wasn’t sure when he’d had the copy made, but she still remembered the way her breath had caught in her throat when he handed it to her “just in case”. Her heart started pounding once again as she stared at the key, the message as clear now as it had been in that moment. She took a steadying breath and shook her head in an attempt to clear it. But she couldn’t deny the heat that was still building in her loins as she stood outside their apartment.
Another deep breath and several seconds later, Sara was able to focus. She wasn’t here for sex. She wasn’t here for Lucas. She was here to check in with Adam and make sure that everything was ok. Some awful things had been said Friday night in the heat of the moment, and even though Adam had gone along with it, she didn’t want him to be hurt by them. Even if there had been a kernel of truth in her treacherous words that had thrilled her.
A soft moan escaped her lips at the memory of that night. Of telling Adam how thoroughly Lucas had claimed her, and how she might not be able to fuck him anymore. Of how he’d cum while listening to the two of them rut like beasts in heat over the phone. How she’d begged Lucas to cum inside her, pleaded with Adam to allow it, and how he’d encouraged his friend to go through with it. Her whole body was shaking at the intensity of the memory and she struggled to line the key up with the lock. As it finally slid in with a definite click, she was reminded once more of Lucas sliding home inside her pussy. How he’d fit so snugly inside her, filling her up in a way no man had ever been able to. Her breathing was ragged and her face was flushed as she turned the key, the door opening before her and welcoming her back into the apartment.
As she stepped inside, she saw the apartment in a new light. This was no longer the place that she came to casually spend time with Adam. It was the first place that Lucas had fucked her senseless. It was where the nature of her relationship with the apartment’s two inhabitants had forever changed. Lucas was no longer her boyfriend’s detestable roommate, constantly sponging off him and interfering in their relationship. He was now the man that fucked her better than anyone, the sole conqueror of her body and the one that had marked her with his seed. Adam was no longer her sole lover, he was now her willing cuckold, offering her up on a silver platter to his big-dicked friend and listening in as she was broken in and defiled.
It was unsurprising that Lucas was sitting in his usual spot behind his computer desk. He looked up to see her and shot her a cocky smirk. Earlier this week, that would have bothered her, but now she just blushed nervously. Her body was reacting to his presence from across the room, heating up and preparing her to receive him once again. For a moment, she drifted towards him, a single step towards his desk instead of deeper into the apartment towards Adam’s room. Lucas noticed and raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair and patting his lap invitingly. Sara bit her lip as he eyes raked over his body, eventually settling between his legs before she took another step closer.
She stopped and shook her head and, unwilling to trust her voice in that moment, pointed to Adam’s door with a questioning look on her face. Lucas shifted in his seat but nodded, seemingly unbothered by her rejection of his advance and returning his attention to his computer screen. Some part of Sara was annoyed by that. Hadn’t they fucked each other’s brains out several times now? Surely he wasn’t already bored with her? She knew that she shouldn’t let it bother her, but her pride demanded that she go over there and recapture his attention.
For a moment, she imagined herself marching up to Lucas’s chair, pulling out his cock and sitting on it. She could practically feel the way that it would stretch her out, driving into the deepest parts of her body that only he had reached. The parts of her that were his. An itch had started to develop deep in her pussy, and she knew that there was only one thing around that could scratch it.
Sara wasn’t certain when she’d started walking towards Lucas’s desk, but she was suddenly standing in front of it, looking down at him. He looked up from his screen with a triumphant smirk and she felt her face flush darker. She knew what she looked like right now, with her eyes unfocused and her breathing ragged, breasts heaving with every breath. She squeezed her thighs together and opened her mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out.
“What’s up, princess?”
Just a couple of days ago, that nickname from Lucas had inspired a rush of outraged indignation, and explosion of frustration that had led to a physical altercation between the two and, ultimately, their eventual coupling. Maybe that was why hearing it now made Sara’s knees weak and her breathing hitch. Maybe that was why she very nearly crawled under his desk in that moment to suck his dick. In fact, that seemed like the logical place for her to be at that moment; on her knees, worshipping Lucas’s fat cock like the slut he’d revealed her to be. But again, she kept her focus. Barely.
“How has Adam been? Since…you know…”
“Oh! You mean since I fucked your brains out and you begged him to let me cum in you?”
Sara’s cheeks colored once more, but all she did was nod. Lucas just shrugged his shoulders but the confident smirk never left his face.
“I’ve barely seen him, to be honest. He was already at work by the time I got up yesterday, and he’s been holed up in his room ever since he got home from his shift. He looked…distracted though, I’ve gotta say.”
Sara nodded and bit her fingernail in concern. It seemed that she had been right to be worried. She should have called him instead of just sending a single text, even if she had been sick. Of course he was upset. The last thing she’d said to him had been her begging for Lucas’s cum and warning Adam that he may never get the chance to fuck her again. Even if he seemed into it at the time, that’s the kind of thing that could burrow deep and really mess with someone’s head. He had probably been worried sick ever since Lucas hung up the phone, and her perceived silence had likely made everything worse. She took a deep, calming breath and nodded her thanks to Lucas before turning towards Adam’s door. She’d put this off long enough.
She approached his room slowly, part of her worried about what he was going to say once he saw her. What if he wanted to take a break from their relationship because of this? Or worse, what if she’d taken things so far that he wanted to end it? Sara’s heart ached at the thought, and she could feel her eyes tearing up. A silent sob caught in her throat, and she wiped her eyes and steadied herself once more. No point in getting caught up in maybes. It was better to just press forward and face the truth head on.
She was about to knock on the door when she heard something strange from inside. The door was cracked slightly, like Adam had forgotten to close it in his hurry to retreat back to the sanctuary of his bedroom, and through that crack she heard something that sounded like a light gasp. Then a woman’s moan, specifically, her own. Sara leaned into the door, careful not to push it, and peeked in through the crack. Adam was sitting naked on his bed, bathed in the light of his phone, stroking his cock. Even from the doorway, Sara could see dark circles under Adam’s eyes and there were wadded up tissues scattered around his bed. The scent of cum hung heavy in the air, and Sara could only imagine how intense it must be inside. And all the while, the sounds of Sara getting fucked by Lucas could be heard from the phone.
Her eyes widened and she felt a twinge of pleasure between her legs. One hand unconsciously slid down her stomach and under her dress to tease her pussy while she watched Adam masturbating. Part of her wanted to barge into his room and pounce on him, but at the same time this felt like a rare opportunity. She didn’t Adam ever played with himself, why would he? His libido barely kept up with her own after all. So to see him stroking himself so fervently while listening to her erotic escapades was almost unbearable. With one hand covering her mouth and the other buried in her panties, Sara quietly pleasured herself to the sight of Adam doing the same.
She was so focused on this lurid display, that she didn’t notice Lucas coming out from behind his desk and sidling up behind her. Only when his hands grabbed her breasts and pulled her back against him did she take notice. She moaned at his touch, hoping that her hand muffled it enough that Adam didn’t hear it. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she melted into Lucas’s embrace, relishing the feel of his hardness pressed against her from behind.
“Oh, I may have forgotten to mention,” Lucas growled in her ear as his hands roughly mauled her tits. “He’s been listening to those all day. Over and over, like he’s obsessed.”
It was too much. All day? Adam, who she could barely get to go two rounds back to back, had been masturbating to her getting fucked all day?! Sara was simultaneously monstrously aroused, and also strangely hurt by that knowledge. He hadn’t called her, not because he was tired, or hurting, or frightened, but because he’d been too busy jacking off to the sights and sounds of her and Lucas?! She’d at least been sick all weekend, and as soon as she felt well enough she’d come to set things straight and clear the air. Suddenly her mind went back to all the tissues and the smell of the air in his room. That was a day’s worth of accumulated arousal on Adam’s part, and all of it wasted. Sara’s arousal and indignation hit a breaking point and she bent over and hiked up her dress for Lucas, looking back over her shoulder with a desperate gleam in her eyes.
Lucas grinned wolfishly and a moment later she felt his cock head sliding her panties to the side as he lined himself up with her snatch. Her eyelids fluttered as he entered her and she bit down on her hand to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. Slowly, he fed inch after inch into her pussy until, at last, he bottomed out inside. Once he reached her deepest parts, Sara lost control of her body and felt herself spasming as a small orgasm coursed through her. Watching Adam jerk off to the recording, completely unaware of what was going on outside his own door was too much for Sara’s mind and pushed her over the edge.
“Jesus! Cumming just from me putting it in? Eager little slut!” Lucas’s voice was a whisper, but the words reverberated through her whole body and set it on fire. One hand braced against the wall, while the other covered her mouth and muffled her cries of pleasure. Sara clamped down on the invading member, savoring the wonderful fullness that it brought her. She needed more. She’d been right the other night, she was already hooked on this. Even just sitting inside her it felt better than anything she could remember. Feeling the heat of it pulsing, wrapped in her velvety walls. The blood pumping through its veiny surface, teasing her folds and making her aware of his bareness.
The two rested there for a moment, enjoying re-acclimating to the feeling of one another’s bodies. Sara wasn’t sure which of them started thrusting first, but within seconds they were bucking their hips together. They were careful not to make too much noise, lest they alert Adam to what was going on, but there was nothing gentle in their coupling. Each thrust saw Lucas’s throbbing head ram into the wall of Sara’s cervix, sending a bolt of lightning through her body and into her brain. His hands continued to maul her heavy tits, even going so far as to pull her dress and bra down so that he had the bare flesh underneath.
Sara was gasping and moaning into the palm of her hand, barely biting back the noises she wanted to make, all while watching Adam’s unwitting performance. His lack of awareness was more exciting than she’d ever anticipated, a glimpse into what might have been if she hadn’t come clean to him before fucking Lucas. Because she now accepted that it had been inevitable. Nothing would have stopped her from giving into him, she would have become Lucas’s fuck toy regardless of what Adam knew or didn’t. And since they all seemed to enjoy it so much that was exactly what was going to happen. Sara pushed back harder against Lucas, craving the hard fucking he’d given her on Friday. Her voyeuristic thrill kept her from getting too loud, but she needed him to break her again. As he hammered into her over and over, Sara felt the wave of a massive orgasm beginning to rise.
“I think he wants me to get you pregnant.”
“What?” Sara looked back of her shoulder, an incredulous look on her face.
“I heard him earlier,” Lucas grinned. His thrusting was picking up pace, barely keeping the noise down. At Sara’s signal they walked backwards away from the door, his cock never leaving her. As he fell back onto the couch, he pulled Sara with him and soon she was seated in his lap, his cock roughly nestled against her womb. She let out a grunt of pained pleasure and then purred as he began thrusting up into her. Her head fell back against his shoulder, mewling into his ear as he fucked her. Her hands drifted down to her pussy playing with her clit and teasing his balls. She relished the way they throbbed in her hand and she pushed her tits out into his grasp.
“What do you mean?”
“He was talking while he stroked it earlier. He was listening to you begging to be bred and he kept saying shit like ‘yeah knock her up’.”
“No way,” Sara moaned louder than she meant to, but she no longer cared if Adam heard them. She rolled her hips, grinding his cock against her G-spot as her fingers went wild on her clit. “You’re full of it.”
“Believe what you want,” he growled, sending a shiver down her spine. “But Adam wants you pregnant. And he wants me to do it.”
“Fffuck!”
Sara couldn’t believe it. That was so twisted. Surely Lucas was lying. That was just way too much. What had he been doing, sitting outside Adam’s room listening to his friend masturbate? But still, the idea thrilled her. A part of her secretly craved it. And the idea of Lucas, the one who had properly conquered her being the one to get her pregnant? It was so fitting.
Sara could tell that her orgasm was about to crash over her, and by the feel of his cock, Lucas wasn’t far behind her. His thrusting had gotten harder, and a steady clapping sound had started to fill the living room. Sara’s moaning was loud enough that there was no way that Adam couldn’t hear it, and she watched his door for a sign of his emergence. As the door swung open, she went over the edge with a scream.
“Yes!!! Yesyesyes! Fucking don’t stop! Don’t stop fucking me Lucas! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”
She stared into Adam’s eyes as she came, savoring the confused look on his face as her body went into convulsions. So many emotions warred on his face as he grappled with what he saw, but the way his hand never slowed his stroking told her all that she needed to know in that moment.
“Oh FUCK Lucas! Make me cum in front of him! Show Adam how a real man fucks me!”
Lucas bent her forward and stood, grabbing her wrists and pulling them back as he pounded away at her womb. Sara felt him swelling inside of her and she wondered if he would pull out. She knew that he needed to, but the idea of feeling him erupting inside of her again, and while Adam watched on helplessly no less, was too enticing. Her eyelids fluttered and her breasts swung freely beneath her, bouncing with each ruthless stroke into her body. Adam stood there, mouth and eyes wide, his hand a blur on his cock. It was obvious that he was close too, and Sara silently wondered which of them would finish first. She looked up at Adam and licked her lips as his eyes met hers.
“Cum for me Lucas! I want to feel it! I need your cum, give it to me!”
Adam burst first, his miniscule load dripping out onto the floor. It was far less than Sara was used to from him, further proof that he’d been cumming nonstop all day. Meanwhile, Lucas’s thrusting was picking up pace and Sara knew he wasn’t far off now. The feeling of his impending orgasm inside her was practically as familiar to her now as her own. She felt like she could count it down based on how it felt inside her. Her legs started to shake as she felt another climax approaching. The thought of Lucas breeding her again was too good. She knew that she needed to tell him to pull out, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. She wanted to know what he would do on his own. Would he pull out unprompted? Or would he fill her up, bathing her womb in his virile seed and impregnating her while Adam watched, leaning against the wall and staring wide eyed at the pair.
“Oh fuck I’m cumming!!” Sara stared at Adam as she came, fighting to keep her eyes from rolling back. Lucas was losing control, and without looking away from Adam she began mouthing words to her boyfriend.
Five.
Adam’s eyes widened, immediately realizing what she was implying. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out and Lucas didn’t slow his pace.
Four.
Lucas grunting filled the room, paired with the clapping sounds of his hips meeting her ass. His thrusts were getting more forceful, and Sara’s face contorted in a silent scream of ecstasy.
Th-three.
Adam clenched his fists by his side, seemingly unwilling to interfere in what was happening. Sara wondered again if what Lucas had said earlier was true. Surely not, right?
Two.
Adam’s breathing was heavy and his face was flushed, but his eyes were focused and locked in on Sara’s. She bit her lip and groaned as Lucas pounded harder into her. He was about to burst.
One.
With a roar, Lucas pulled out of Sara, his cock erupting all over her ass. Shot after shot of his cum covered her full cheeks before dripping down the backs of her legs. She lost count of the number of ropes she felt land back there as Lucas emptied his balls onto her skin. A shuddering sigh escaped her lips as he released her and she stumbled forward. When she stood, her dress fell back into place, immediately soaking in the cum that had painted her backside. Yet another garment worn for Adam but ruined by Lucas. Sara fixed her dress top and bra, pulling them back into place and once more hiding her breasts from view. With a flick of her wrist she indicated that Adam should return to his room. As she followed him she was acutely aware of Lucas’s thick load running down her legs.
~~~
As the door closed behind them, Sara took a moment to breathe in the smell of Adam’s room. A thick musk hung in the air, obviously the result of his marathon masturbation session. Her own room had carried a similar smell after her escapades with Lucas. Adam was sitting on his bed, a sheepish look on his face. She couldn’t help but think of how cute he looked while he was blushing, and she wanted to tease him. But at the same time, she knew they had to address the elephant in the room.
“That wasn’t what I had planned by the way.” She started, arms crossed under her breasts. She tried her best to ignore the fluids running down her legs and stay focused, but her body was still craving more, despite her exhaustion. “I wanted to talk about Friday and make sure things were still ok after all that. I know it got a bit intense and I was worried you were upset, especially since you never messaged me back. So imagine my surprise when I find you jacking off to our little homemade porno, and Lucas tells me that you’ve been at it all day. I have to admit, I’m a bit torn. On the one hand, it was hot as fuck, and if my panties hadn’t already been flooded they would have been then. But on the other, where has this libido been hiding?! For nearly a year, it’s like pulling teeth to get you to fuck me. But you know what, I just figured that’s how you were and I was content to masturbate to finish myself off. But then I go and fuck somebody else and all of the sudden you’re a horny teenager jerking off in the dark all day?”
Adam hung his head and nodded. He couldn’t exactly deny the evidence, and he’d had several chances to stop what had just happened. But instead, he’d just watched. Even after cumming, he’d just stood there, silently watching Sara getting her brains fucked out.
“I don’t know,” he croaked, his throat long dried out from his marathon session. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t understand it.”
“So, what? You like jerking it to me being a slut more than you like fucking me? Is that it? Is that what you want?”
There was a guilty look on Adam’s face and he found himself once more unable to speak. The words seemed to catch in his throat. Sara crouched down in front of him and Adam could see over her shoulder the way the back of her dress stuck to her ass. That reminder made his cock twitch and he winced at the sensation.
“Jesus Adam, you rubbed this thing raw! How many times did you cum today?”
He shrugged and shook his head. He couldn’t remember, but he wasn’t going to admit it out loud. A quick glance at Sara’s face showed a confusing blend of emotions. Concern, hurt, confusion, and a hint of arousal.
“Tell me what got you that horny, Adam. I need to hear it from your own mouth.”
Adam’s mouth opened, but all that came out at first was a croak. He could see how he’d hurt her feelings, and he couldn’t blame her for it. He’d always known that she was more sexual than he was, and that she was tending to her own needs for the sake of their relationship. Content that he had been doing the best he could for her in that department, even if she was never really satisfied, they’d both just carried on through it. And now, his lust had been awakened and they’d found it to rival her own, an intense overwhelming desire that he didn’t understand how to handle. But it wasn’t for her. It was because of her getting fucked by another man, while Adam listened from another room, or watched helplessly from the doorway. And instead of exploring this newfound lust with Sara, he’d been sitting in his room rubbing one load out after another until his dick had chafed. He’d commented before about how he couldn’t treat her like an object, but wasn’t that exactly what he was doing now? And not in the way she’d asked, but in a way that had made her feel unwanted.
“I can’t explain it,” he finally got out. “It’s so wrong, I know it. But the idea of you fucking someone else just gets me so hard I can’t stand it. It’s like my entire body heats up and I have to let it out or I’ll explode.”
Sara nodded, and Adam watched the warring emotions play across her face as she considered what he’d said.
“You know,” she started, still crouched in front of him. “I was originally hoping that tonight was going to be just you and me. I wanted a proper reconnection after Friday, and to let you have me all to yourself until tomorrow. But it seems to me like you’d rather I keep fucking Lucas. And, honestly, right now? I kind of agree with you.”
Adam winced at the harshness of her tone and the cold smile that spread across her face as she rose to her feet. She planted one foot between his legs, gently brushing against his cock, causing his entire body to tense up as the overstimulated organ protested. He looked up at her and swallowed, unsure of what she had planned.
“So I’ll let you pick whose bed I’m sleeping in tonight, Adam. Yours? Or Lucas’s? Because one of you is staying up all night to make sure that I am completely satisfied. So can you handle that? Or should I go fuck your best friend some more?”
“I…I don’t think I can get it up again.” Adam stared down at his dick, genuinely embarrassed by the situation. Even if he could get it back up again, it was so tender right now that any kind of contact hurt. Even the air of his room brushing across it was uncomfortable. Now that he wasn’t caught up in the heat of the moment, the sheer weight of his discomfort rested on his shoulders. He was exhausted, dehydrated, and sore all over.
Sara nodded, but Adam saw the hurt in her eyes. Her expression was cold, but there was a fire behind it, and not all of it was anger. He knew that part of her was excited to go and fuck Lucas more. And he knew why. He knew just how much better it was for her with Lucas than with him. He’d seen it in her eyes while the other man had been buried inside her. He didn’t think she’d ever looked so thrilled while he fucked her.
“All right then.”
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Amy was on her back, hands above her head, gripping the sheets while Deegan loomed over her, pumping his fat cock into her quivering pussy. Part of her hated the way that he made her feel, but she knew that the money wasn’t the only reason she did this anymore. If she was completely honest, she would probably still fuck him even if he wasn’t paying for it. Her body was covered in sweat, and she’d lost track of the number of times this fat bastard had made her cum tonight. Her nipples and clit were swollen from his attentions, and her exhaustion was only kept at bay by the sheer intensity of his fucking.
This was a game that he liked to play during their “sessions”. He would drive her to the edge of her endurance, wringing one orgasm after another out of her until she couldn’t cum anymore. If she held out and endure it, he would cum in the condom that he was wearing. But if she passed out, he came in her raw. She could still remember the first time that they’d played. She’d been so confident that she’d accepted the bet without hesitation. Hours later, her body overwhelmed by his stamina, she’d blacked out after a particularly intense orgasm. When she came to what had felt like moments later, he was already back inside her bare, rutting away like a hog.
The novel sensation of his raw-dogging her had been intense enough that she’d cum again almost immediately after waking up. Her body had thrashed uncontrollably, and she’d nearly lost consciousness again. Her vision had been blurry, but she distinctly remembered his arrogantly triumphant grin as he reached his own peak and flooded her channel with his thick cum. She’d never felt so much cum from a single load in her life, filling her up and oozing out around his cock. Memories of Tasha had entered mind, images of her friend’s swollen belly and embarrassed admission of who had fathered the child. Another mind numbing climax wracked her body, and when she awoke hours later, Deegan’s load was still leaking out of her to ruin her sheets.
So far, she hadn’t lost again since, but he’d been getting closer and closer with each attempt, and Amy was certain that he was toying with her. Even still, the memory of that night haunted her, a continuous temptation to just give in to what he wanted. Not for the first time, she toyed with the idea of faking a black out, but she knew that if he learned the truth, he’d never let her wrap him up again. But it was so very tempting. It had been amazing to feel him raw, and she’d craved it ever since that night.
“You think Sara’s coming back?” He grunted as his cock continued to pummel her swollen pussy. Amy’s hands gripped the sheets tighter as he increased his forceful pace and gasped out her answer.
“Y-yeah…I think so…FUCK! But it’s…not…a sure thing. SHIT! C’mon you fat fuck! Make me cum again! Fuck that’s so good!”
Deegan shifted his weight and grabbed onto Amy’s breasts, teasing the tiny mounds and tweaking her nipples. She arched her back and cursed as her orgasm came ever closer.
“Convince her! I want another chance to get her under me. Last time I just went too fast.”
The image of Sara submitting to their boss sent a thrill through Amy. Imagining her voluptuous friend cumming under this fat old bastard while he fucked her raw. It was almost as appealing as her submitting to Amy. She’d long fantasized about fucking the busty brunette and turning her into her submissive plaything, but Sara’s relationship with Adam had always seemed rock solid, and she wasn’t one to ruin a good thing. Still, the idea of Sara’s face while Deegan shoved that fat cock of his into her was too much for Amy to bear and she came again.
“Don’t get your hopes up, old man,” she taunted as she came down from her climax. “She’s way too lovey dovey with her boyfriend to fall for your shit.”
Deegan shook his head, a shit-eating grin splitting his face.
“Naw, I can see it in her. She’s a little slut, just like you. She wants Daddy’s fat fucking cock as bad as you do. I could see it in her eyes that day. She might have clocked me, but she was eyeing me up for something else while we waited for that fucking cop. If I’d have gone for it then, I would’ve had over the counter, fucking her raw within seconds.”
Amy hesitated, her mind still foggy from the orgasm and Deegan’s continued assault on her abused pussy. He couldn’t be serious could he? Now way. He was full of it, per usual. But even as she dismissed the idea, Amy remembered the way that Sara had held onto her every word when she’d confessed to fucking Deegan for money. The way she’d blushed and her eyes and gone wide with wonder. Her short breaths and shaking hands. Amy remembered noticing these things and having to suppress the urge to drag Sara off into the bathroom to fuck her brains out. And she had been weirdly evasive during their conversation and seemed to genuinely want to come back to the shop.
Suddenly, Amy’s mind was flooded with fantasies of Sara. She saw her busty friend bouncing on Deegan’s cock while Amy rode his face. The pair of them on their knees in the back room, sucking his cock together, making out around his thick shaft and sharing one of his massive loads. Their limbs entangled with one another while making love in Amy’s apartment, each teasing and pleasuring the other to countless orgasms. And most enticing of all, Sara on her knees, tonguing Amy’s pussy while she rode that precious boyfriend of hers. Of looking down into Sara’s eyes while Adam erupted inside her, and watching her diligently lick the cream from inside her.
Another climax ripped through her, and she almost passed out. She barely held onto her consciousness, but she knew she couldn’t handle another one like that. Forcing her attention back to Deegan, Amy shot him a defiant smile.
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“You’re not gonna get her. Even if she was a slut, she’d never settle for you.”
“You mean like you did?”
The barb stung, but Amy enjoyed it all the same. She wasn’t usually a masochist, but Deegan knew how to bring it out of her. She bucked her hips up into him, her legs locked tight around his waist.
“Yeah. She’s not a dirty little slut like me! If she was, I’d’ve had her ages ago!”
Deegan grinned and slapped her across the face. Amy crowed with delight, relishing the harsh sensation.
“Do it again, Daddy! I love it when you’re rough with me!”
Another sharp crack and squeal of pleasure. Then his hands wrapped around her throat and squeezed. Just enough to stifle her oxygen, not enough to suffocate her. Amy’s eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out. Angling her face towards him, Deegan leaned forward and spit in Amy’s mouth. Her body quivered and she happily swallowed it before opening her mouth again. His thrusting got harder and faster and Amy clamped down on his invading member.
“Wanna bet?” he grunted. Amy could tell by the sound of his voice that he was finally close. She just had to hold out a little longer.
“Bet what?” Her voice was a rasp, barely able to force the words out past his hands.
“That she isn’t a little slut like you!” Deegan’s thrusting became erratic, and Amy pushed hard into him, working to coax out his load. “I bet you that not only can I fuck her, I can take her raw and nut inside.”
“No way! She’d never…” Amy’s moans reached a fever pitch. She knew they were both close, but she couldn’t give in yet. “S-she’d never do that! Not in a million years!”
“Gimme a month,” he growled, sawing away full force into Amy’s abused cunt. “Gimme a month, and I’ll have you licking my cum out of her little cunt!”
He came at that. His cock erupted inside the condom, filling it to the point that Amy could feel it swelling inside her. Her own walls clamped down hard on him as she reached her own peak with a hoarse scream. And then, darkness.
When she woke up a few minutes later, Deegan was dressing. She looked down to see that she’d pulled the condom off him as he’d withdrawn, leading the load contained within to drip out onto her sheets.
‘Too close.’
“What do you say, girly? Think your buddy can hold out for a month?”
Amy looked up at Deegan and studied his face. There wasn’t a shred of doubt in his eyes. He genuinely believed that he could do this. Part of her wanted to trust in Sara, but Deegan’s confidence was shaking her resolve. She wanted to warn Sara, to tell her to stay away, but that also felt like admitting that Deegan was right. And, she couldn’t deny that wanted to see Sara fall. To watch Deegan corrupt her and then take her own turn with her friend. She wanted to pull Sara down into the depths of depravity where they could share in it together. Amy nervously licked her lips.
“What are the terms?”