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One Long Night

By: john duncan



This happened several years ago when I was dating a woman named C. First, a little background. We had a strange relationship. Work, scholastic circumstances, and our own changing temperaments conspired to make things more volatile than they should have been. We were on again, off again for a couple of years, though deep down I think there really was a lot of love. One thing we did do well was have sex. To be blunt, we fucked all the time. Indoors, outdoors, cars, trains, bathrooms, the lakefront, tennis courts, laundries, bars, where ever we could find a moment’s privacy. We used to joke around that we each possessed an alien element that forced us to constantly go to bed together. 

It also helped that neither of us had any inhibitions to speak of. I fucked her in the cunt, mouth, ass; she swallowed my come, put her vibrator in my ass, told me dirty stories, dressed up like a tramp, and pretty much made her herself available all the time. We tied each other up, poured olive oil on our bodies, masturbated together, teased each other, spanked each other, and did hundreds of other kinky things that I probably can’t even remember now. About the only thing we never did was urinate on each other, which I find totally gross. 

Ok, now to the story.

C. had a good friend, a guy, named K. They had known each other for several years and she was quite fond of him. They may have hooked up at one point, but I was never very sure about that. I liked him just fine. He was tall, fairly good-looking, and smart.

One evening we invited K. to hang out with us. He came over around 7pm on a Saturday night. We had a couple of drinks, caught up with each other, then went out to a bar in Wrigleyville. There, we had a couple more drinks, laughed, played pool, had, in general, a very good time. At some point, and this is where everything started, we began to talk about sex. C. and I joked about our experiences, K. talked about his. Fairly innocent stuff, but in retrospect, a very leading conversation. 

So, we left the bar and decided to head back to our place for a nightcap. Once we got into the apartment, C. poured another glass of wine for all of us and we continued the conversation. Right in the middle of talking, C. jumped up, ran over to me and gave me a huge kiss. It was an out of the clear blue sky kind of moment and we all laughed about it. She then got up and announced that she thought K. needed a kiss, too. 

At this point, I thought “Hmmmm, I don’t know if I like this very much.” Despite my feelings, she went over, sat on K.’s lap and gave him a long, slow, very deep French kiss. I had a definite pang of jealousy, but I was strangely touched by the moment. It seemed almost like the right thing to do.

She continued to kiss him and I decided that I had to use the bathroom. When I returned, things had progressed from innocent, naughty fun to another level entirely. She was still kissing him, but in her hand was his now erect cock. I was mesmerized. I mean, I had never been in the presence of any other cock but my own. My stomach was doing flip-flops and I just stood and stared. In a porn story, this is the point where the writer would say that it was massive, huge, gargantuan, etc., but it wasn’t. It was, in fact, similar to mine. Average length, large veins running down it, and decently thick. Very thick in fact. The head was a darker purple than mine and it was, I don’t know, kind of craggy looking.

C. turned to look at me and gave me a “Is this OK look.” What could I do? I forced a smile and she started to run her hand up and down his cock again. K. was making these tiny, little moaning noises and I could tell that he was into it. Perhaps a little bit uncomfortable, but definitely into it. I then did the only thing I could think to do: I sat down, lit a cigarette and watched. 

After massaging him for a few moments, C. moved down his chest and slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. He sat back with his eyes closed and let out a long, low sigh. The sound of him making that noise had an electric effect on me. My own cock practically came out of my pants. I was instantly and unbelievably hard. Here I was watching my girlfriend give another man a blowjob and I was more turned on that I had ever been.

K. finally opened his eyes and looked at me. It was a wild, almost scared, but kind of in control look. C. had long blondish brown hair and K. took a mass of it and began running his fingers through it. It was the kind of intimate gesture that, if anything, served to only increase the eroticism. Then he got serious. He took her by the back of the head and started to really fuck her in the mouth. 

This went on for several minutes and I thought he might come in her mouth, but she decided to stop. She stood up came over to me and sat on my lap, still fully clothed by the way, and French kissed me. She whispered in my ear, “Are you sure this is OK.” Again, what could I do? I nodded yes and she kissed me again. That was new. Kissing my girlfriend right after she had another man’s cock in her mouth.

C. got up again, walked to the middle of the room, and began to take her clothes off. She had a beautiful body. Medium large breasts, round hips, flattish stomach, and a beautiful, shaved cunt. When she had removed her panties, she stood there naked, with her back to me and looked at K. I could see from behind her him gazing at her. Quite frankly, I don’t think he could believe it.

She walked over to him and he reached down and put his hand on her cunt. He was sitting and she was standing, so he sucked on her nipples while he fingered her. After a few minutes of this, she knelt down and tugged his pants down. She then turned around, looked at me, positioned herself over his cock and started to sit down. 

It was an unbelievable moment. My breathing was ragged by this point and I was rubbing my cock. How to describe it? It was almost like time stood still as his cock began to disappear inside of her. Her face went taut and her eyes reflexively opened wider. She was feeling it now. I remember that thick cock and that beautiful shaved cunt like it was yesterday. She was all the way down now and she started to rock back and forth. His hands came from behind her and he started to pinch and twist her nipples. She was moaning loudly and looking me dead in the eye. It was almost like she was saying thank you with her eyes as she fucked him.

I couldn’t take it anymore and unzipped my pants so that my cock could be free. It was a relief. It was so engorged I was almost a little afraid. The head so dark red that it looked like it would burst. I stroked it with my hand and locked my eyes onto C.’s rocking body. Christ, it was incredible. So turned on I could hardly believe it.

They continued to fuck and C. was beside herself with pleasure. At some point she stopped and leaned back so that her back was pressing against his chest. She spread her legs and motioned for me to come over. I somehow stood up and staggered over . She gestured for me to kneel down and then with her left hand exposed her clit. I got the picture. I decided at that moment to toss caution to the wind and I started to lick her clitoris like a crazy man.

She was still moving up and down and I could see K.’s cock when she would rise up to the top. This pretty much sent C. over the edge. She started to moan like like a banshee and began to say things that she would never remember. K. was losing it, too. It was, at this point, that I said what the hell and cupped K.’s balls with my hand. I had never done anything remotely close to this. I licked C.’s clit and then dropped down and licked K’s balls. He let out a long groan and I could feel him tighten. C. said, “He’s going to come. I can feel it. God, he’s going to come. He’s so deep inside.” She was almost sobbing. 

At last, he came. He let out a little shout, buried himself upwards into C.’s incredible cunt, and let fly. She clenched him and said, “That’s it, keep going, put all of it inside of me. God, I want all of your come.” From my perspective I could see the base pulsing. A surreal, crazy, erotic moment. There was something so primitive about it, so elemental. This stiff prick inside of this wet pussy. 

So, they slumped back and I was still hard as the proverbial rock. I don’t know what came over me, but I decided that I wasn’t going to let them off the hook so easy. K.’s cock slipped out of C.’s pussy and I could see the come dripping down her thighs. His cock was gooey and totally pitiful looking. Limp and defeated. Then, God help me, I did something I never thought I would ever do. I dipped my head and put his limp cock into my mouth. C. kind of gasped and I could feel K.’s entire body kind of convulse. He didn’t make me stop though. I licked every inch of it. I wanted to taste his come and her juice at the same time.

I didn’t stop there either. As he was starting to get hard again, I spread C.’s legs and ate her out. It was sopping wet. I don’t know how to describe it. It was like I wanted to consume everything about this experience. It was amazing. Licking her cunt, then putting his cock in my mouth. He was hard again and making those little groaning noises again. Simply incredible. 

Finally, I stopped, took C. by the hand and led her over to our kitchen table. I gave her a pillow, spread her legs, and started to fuck her like it was the last sex I would ever have. Before I even started, I had looked K. in the eye and said,”I’m going to fuck my girlfriend now. “ I don’t know if I sounded especially fierce or what, but he just nodded his head and watched us go at it.

When I came, it was like the world was ending. C. and I locked eyes and she said over and over, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” It was the single most intense feeling I have ever had. I emptied my come into her for what seemed like minutes. She locked her legs around my waist and absorbed every bit of it. When we were done, I picked her up, led her to the bedroom and we just stared at each other. 

K. came in a few minutes later, hard again, and we invited him into bed with us. He slipped his cock into her from behind and I kissed her and talked to her as he fucked her. It was very intimate, very soft, and very erotic. 

I didn’t realize until I started writing just how powerful my memories are. To wrap this up quickly, we basically stayed up the rest of the night. K. gave me a blow job, we took turns fucking C. in the ass, I let K put his cock in my ass just as he was about to have his 3rd orgasm (an incredible experience and one I’ve not had since).

And that was it. After this night, we didn’t see K. for a while which was understandable. C. and I went on like normal. We had more great sex, enjoyed each other’s company, and then eventually broke up because of things unrelated to our sex life. She’s married now and has two kids. I’m very pleased for her.

One Long Night



The night has been too long, you're sure by this time even Mitchell, the security guard, has gone home. The night hangs in thick strands of dark, punctured by the pale illumination of the street lights. Echoes of your heels click clack on the blacktop as your rummage through your purse, searching for your keys. Sleep weighs heavily on the edges of your mind and the sharp crispness of the night air stings at your bare legs. It has been a long day selling tops too small to girls too young, and pants too tight to women too fat. The perfume you "borrowed" from the shop before you left swirls in the winter air, offering no protection from the encroaching cold. A shiver runs up and down your spine; however, it is not from the plunging temperature. Heavy footsteps are drawing up behind you.

You glance down at the shadow looming towards you, cast by the baleful light of the failing fluorescents that the mall installed a few years back. Your steps quicken to match your heartbeat, but the figure is approaching quickly and your car is still a few hundred yards away. "Why," you ask yourself, "do I feel the need to park in the back of the damn lot?" You can see the answer to that question from here, though. A large dent on the side of your otherwise pristine Mazda seems mockingly distant, yet as pervasive as it has been since it was acquired two months ago.

Suddenly you feel a thick, meaty hand grab your elbow, stopping you. Instinct takes over and your body is a blur as you spin, throwing your weight into your knee as it rises quickly and speeds toward the man's crotch. In the flash of motion, you get a truer idea of this man's size: immense. He stands a head over you, his broad shoulders rippled with muscle under a black leather jacket. You also realize the flaw in your attack plan as your knee connects solidly; directly into the man's thigh. His eyes are dark, obscured slightly beneath a black ski mask, unsurprised by your assault.

"That almost hurt, bitch. I was just going to take your purse and your car... but now I think we can have some fun." His lips curl into a sneer beneath his mask, revealing ivory white teeth that appear to be sharpened into wicked points. Predator teeth, your mind screams at you. His fist, roughly the size of a frozen chicken, slams hard into your stomach and the wind in your lungs escapes into the night. His teeth gnash at you, inches from your face, and his breath smells distinctly of Wintergreen and menthol. When you joked with Lucille that you hoped to get eaten tonight, this is not what you meant.

Before you can mentally decipher the irony of modern sexual euphemisms, you are airborne. The man had lifted you effortlessly by one arm and hurled you into the air. Being midflight is not nearly as terrible as you imagined, but then the landing reminds you that gravity is a law that mankind is not meant to break often. The asphalt below you scratches and digs into your bare legs, a warm wetness quickly rises to your knee and you curse yourself for wearing a short skirt on such a cold evening. Jeans would have been far more practical, and in the current situation, probably less inviting.

Moving slowly like a caged panther, and only slightly less muscular, the masked man stalks toward you. You push back on your heels and hands, adding promptly to your collection of abrasions, when your left high heel snaps at the base of your sensibly priced shoe. You silently curse shoddy Italian craftsmanship, and kick flailing at the nightmare nearing you. Your ankle is grabbed out of the air with lightning precision and nearly inhuman strength. Holding your leg as leverage, the man twists his body and delivers a devastating punch to your thigh. Your voice catches itself in your throat as the pain snakes throughout your leg, a well learned lesson from your Master back in the safety of home. The man just grins down at you, "Not screaming yet, cunt? Good... I like a challenge." You have never heard such lust and admiration turned vile by menace in anyone's voice before, and fear embraces you like a mother's grip of an infant. 

The marauding beast in human guise tugs your shoe from your foot and hurls it down at you. The snap of your mouth and the copper taste filling your mouth tell you instantly that your lip has been split open. You stifle another scream as he reaches down and wipes the warm crimson blood from your chin, lifting his fingers to his own mouth and tasting your life. His mouth seems to savor your essence, and your eyes widen as he sucks his hand clean of your blood. "You might not be screaming now, cunt, but you taste scared. It's a good start." Your lip, ripped open by your own shoe, begins to quiver.

His hand moves to his belt and your eyes follow it to the hilt of a large, curved hunting blade resting in a suggestive fashion across his jeans. He draws the blade slowly, its steel glinting in the moonless night. He runs the knife down your ankle, not cutting but scratching down to the bruise now forming on your inner thigh. He drops to a knee before you, dropping your leg unceremoniously to the hard pavement, and using his free hand unzips your jacket. "I can cut that fucking jacket off you, or you can just take it the fuck off."

You shrug the jacket to the ground, not taking your eyes from the empty spheres in his mask, hoping the daggers you are staring into him could find some way to become tangible. A cruel chuckle rumbles from his taut chest, you realize he is actually laughing at your half-hearted defiance. And he should be, despite your belligerent stare, you are following every command this man is making of you. The knife catches more of the ambient light of the darkness as it careens toward your chest. With one violent swipe your tank-top is tattered down its front and your ample breasts spill out, reacting instantly to the chill of the night. The knife if firmly planted blade up into your neck as your attacker's free hand paws greedily at your tits. He begins almost lovingly, stroking and massaging your chest, but then quickly the aggressiveness reasserts itself and your nipples are twisted and pulled hard. Despite your fear, a gasp of pleasure slips out of your mouth. "Fucking slut, I knew you'd get off on this," his voice, rough and filled with spite, rattles into your skull and sits firmly on your brain.

You are grabbed by the hair securely as he moves behind you, and you are guided by his hand, your hair and the knife. You stumble in the direction you are being moved, towards your car. You are thrown towards it, your stomach catching the trunk solidly, bending you forward. The knife reappears quickly at your neck and you are forced around and down, kneeling submissively before this man. You see that in the fraction of moments that you were tossed like a ragdoll he has unzipped his jeans, and now his cock sits before you at eye level. The point of the knife is centimeters from your eyes as your hair is pulled up by the scalp. Your mouth opens to bark a pained protest, but it is muffled by the thick meat slammed into your face. The force of his insertion slams your head against the car and drives the head of his cock to the back of your throat. Instinctively your lips surround the shaft of him, your tongue flutters on the soft underside of his prick, and you realize that he is not fully hard. You close your eyes, waiting to feel the cutting blade at you again, but he begins guiding your head using your hair as a handle. You manage to take all of his length into your mouth, sucking as though your life depends on it. Your tongue works small circles under him, occasionally slipping out of your mouth to graze his balls, which are slapping against your chin. You feel his shaft hardening and engorging as your move your lips up and down his length, keeping your teeth clear of his thickening shaft. He pulls your hair harder, and drives the full length of his cock into your mouth. It passes down your throat and you swallow all of him down even as he pushes his dick deeper into you, grinding your nose against his abs. Your breath begins coming short as he pulls out of your mouth, a line of your saliva and blood connecting his now fully erect member. It looms in front of you, streaked with lines of your blood from your lip and you subconsciously lick out at it.

You are dragged up and spun around again before you can feel ashamed for enjoying sucking his cock. Your back is pushed down, forcing your tits to bash into the trunk of the car and your face to plant itself against the back windshield. Your breath is coming heavily, shaking slightly as he forces your legs apart from behind. You feel the cold metal of the blade slap against your ass, and you realize your skirt has been pulled up. "A thong, huh? Yeah, you wanna get fucked, you goddam slut..." The knife slips under your panties and they fall to the ground by your feet. Suddenly you feel the swollen head of his cock pressing at your pussy lips from behind. In one forceful thrust he enters you, bringing another gasp to your lips. You bite down onto your swelling lip, the blood spilling into your mouth, as he starts pumping into you. Your leg is lifted onto the trunk, and the man's strong hand keeps your hips firmly planted against the cold metal, slamming every inch of his thick cock into you. Your breath comes in short gasps and you feel the walls of your pussy gripping his dick tightly as an orgasm rips its way through your battered body. Even before the tremors of your climax have subsided, his cock is pulled out of you and you feel its tip put against your ass hole. 

You try to whimper, "No," but it is cut off as he forces his head into your tight butt. Your body tightens against him and you hear the tell-tale sign of him spitting onto his own cock, and he begins driving himself into you. The pain sears away as the endorphins of your orgasm begin building again, and you start thrusting back to meet each push. His heavy hand moves from your hips and encircles your neck, choking you as he fucks deeper and harder into your ass. His other fist, still gripping the knife, jabs into your ribs and for the second time tonight the air in your lungs flees into the night. You feel his balls slapping against your pussy as he buries the entire length of his throbbing prick into your tight ass. As you gasp for breath you feel yourself tightening again, and before you are even ready you are cumming again, moaning and convulsing as he penetrates you deeply and viciously. His thrusts start coming harder and faster, and his hand grips tighter around your throat, and you are spun back to your knees. Your bruised and broken lips are parted by his cock and you taste your pussy distinctly on his manhood. As you start to suck again, his balls twitch and your mouth is filled with warm jizz. Choking slightly, you suck harder, drinking down every last drop, tasting as his cum mingles with the blood in your mouth. His dick is pulled free from your mouth, and suddenly you are slapped hard to the ground. Your lip splits further and you lay on the ground, bloodied and your legs quivering. He tosses a scrap of paper down at you. "You know what, slut? Keep the fuckin' car, and hey, why don't you give me a call sometime when you want to get some real cock again, eh?" He zips himself away and strolls off, blending effortlessly into the shadows of the night. You are reminded of a ninja, and look down at the scrap he tossed at you, lifting it before it is stained and ruined by your blood. You blink.

You just stare down blankly at the torn bit of paper: your Master's cell phone number. And you smile inwardly while you go and retrieve your jacket, purse and keys. There is a rose waiting for you on the driver's seat. A note states simply: "Happy anniversary. I love you." The night is not so cold now, and you drive home, wondering what the rest of the evening could bring.



One Long Night



Special thanks to a friend who edited this for me!! You're the best Snarky!  Also, all characters in this story are 18+



I wake to total darkness. I wonder what woke me up. I start thinking, wishing my boyfriend was home. I toss and turn in my bed. I start to drift off, then think I hear a noise deeper in the house, I sit up, then decide it was just the creaking house. I notice a presence in the room and I call his name, thinking he's home. I hear you shush me and settle back into the sheets, reassured thinking its him. I feel a pressure on the end of the bed and smile, thinking you're going to cuddle with me till I fall back asleep. Instead, I feel you tie something over my eyes. 

I call out, "Babe??" I can feel the heat emulating from your body as you hover over my body and kiss my full lips softly. I startle when I feel someone else slowly pulling down my silky panties, as your hands are in my curly hair. 

I start to open my mouth to scream but you hold your hand over my mouth and whisper "Quiet or this will be worse for you." I continue to struggle as the other guy caresses my body lightly with his hands. I buck to try to get you both off of me. I hear rummaging around the room and hope your friend won't find my play things....I realize my suspicions were correct when I hear a chuckle. You grab something he hands you and I struggle when I feel the familiar weight of rope near my wrists. 

"No!! You can't do this!! Get off!" I shout. 

You slap me and say "Shut up you slut. From what we found in this room we know you like it rough. And so I know you're going to like what we are going to do to you." You rub one finger quickly on my hungry pussy lips and feel I'm already soaking wet. 

"Ah, just as I thought. Just a dirty little slut, aren't you..." You say it, not as a question but as fact. I whimper as you say "Robin, tie her up tight, the whore likes it." He roughly ties my wrists above me and smiles as it brings my big tits up as well. I feel a knife quickly cut off my pajama and feel the cold air on my pert tits. I struggle again as I feel my nipples becoming erect and I hope neither of you notice. 

Robin ties my ankles as well and says, "Now that's much better..." You back up off the bed and I can only guess what you're doing. I'm tense, trying to figure out what you both are doing. Then I suddenly feel something being dragged across my body. I shudder, realizing its the flail from the closet. The leather pieces rub against my skin. I feel them flick across my erect nipples and I gasp. Then, angry with myself for getting turned on more, I bite my lip to stay quiet. I hear Robin chuckle and hear him ask, "Do you want a go at it?" 

To which you reply, "No I'll just watch for now." At that, he flicks it across my glistening pussy, my lips opening no matter how hard my brain tries to resist. My body is responding to his teases, and I can't do anything about it. 

"Noooo....stop" I beg, needing him to stop. 

"What did you just say to me, whore?? Did you just TELL me to stop? You'll regret that, nasty whore." He says and he immediately stops dragging the flail across my body. I feel him loosen my left wrist and ankle, and flip me onto my stomach. 

I start to protest, but stop suddenly when I feel a sharp SMACK on my left ass cheek. I moan in pain. SMACK. I whimper. "Who gives the orders here?" SMACK. 

"Y-you" SMACK. 

"You what?!? Address me!!" SMACK. "Um...you? Sir?" SMACK. "You, Sir!! You do..." I trail off whimpering from the pain. SMACK. "I am your master now, got it?" Robin tells me with another SMACK. "Y-yes Master." He smiles wickedly and kisses me softly on my lips, kisses slowly becoming rougher. I feel as though my lips are being bruised as he kisses me harder. I begin to kiss him back eagerly, our kisses becoming passionate as I moan from you starting to push two fingers roughly in my pussy, while Robin twirls and pinches my nipples, alternately. I arch my back n I hear you laugh cruelly from below me. 

"This whore is fully ours now," you tell Robin. His only response is to pull my sensetive nipples roughly, causing me to gasp from the sensations. I'm panting as you shove another finger into me, quickly followed by another. 

You pump in and out of my pussy rapidly. My breathing hitches as Robin moves down to graze his teeth over my sensitive tit. I'm moaning louder now, but then protest when I feel you retracting your fingers from my sopping wet pussy. I hear you get up and walk around the bed, then I smell myself as you shove your fingers to my mouth. I eagerly open and suck your fingers, licking my juices off. I feel so dirty now. I smile when you remove your fingers. 

Suddenly, Robin twists both my nipples sharply and I let out a squeal. In that second that my mouth opened, you shove half your cock into my mouth. I shake my head wildly at this unexpected intrusion. You grab my head by my hair roughly and make me stay still as Robin deftly reties my ankle and wrist. I then buck sharply as I feel his teeth graze my clit, as the good is back to expose it. His tongue dips into my pussy, tasting it's wetness. As quickly as he began, he stops and I whimper around your cock, to which you shove it it deeper. It slides down my throat and I choke, trying to get you out. You comment that the choking feels real good. I cry out as I feel myself roughly impaled by Robin's massive cock. As he thrusts, so do you. In and out, as you both work out a steady rhythm of face fucking and pussy fucking me senseless. 

By now I'm in utter bliss. I'm moaning around your cock and pushing my hips to meet his thrusts. Robin begins pulling at my tits, and I feel myself close to release. He seems to sense it and smacks my tit, hard. "Did I tell you to cum, you little whore? No! Hold it back until I say so!!" He shouts at me. I whimper and writhe, struggling to hold it back. You both keep pumping into me relentlessly, I can feel my sweaty body tremble at holding back for so long. Finally, Robin whispers, "Go on. Cum for me like the little whore you are." As soon as those words leave his mouth, I feel my muscles spasm and I moan blissfully. At the same time, you take your thick cock out of my mouth, and hover the head over my open moaning lips as you explode all over my face and hair. 

"What an improvement to that pretty face," you say and laugh. "Now clean my dick, slut." You say, shoving it back into my mouth. This time I take my time. I lick you slowly, making you want it. Making your cock harden and enlarge again. I pop the head out of my mouth and lick my lips languidly. I jump in shock as I feel Robin thrust into me one final time, as he sprays his warm sticky cum into my hot pussy. I moan in bliss as he pumps a few more times, then retracts.

I smile up at you two and relax my body, thinking its over, when I feel your cock quickly go in and out of my pussy. I whine, as you tease me. I can't see it, but you grin evilly and place the head of your now glistening cock against the entrance to my virgin asshole. I whine and plead with you to not go in there, anywhere but there. You just chuckle, say, "Robin shut the bitch up," and steadily push your head against my sphincter. I start to tear, the pain becoming too much, as Robin comes over to me, shushes me kindly, kisses me softly, tenderly, as you invade my tight dark hole. I moan into his mouth as you push harder, entering me inch by painful inch. I writhe against my bonds and whimper as Robin smooths my hair and plays with my clit, trying to take my mind off the pain. 

Eventually, I become used to the invasion of my ass and begin to push back to get your dick as far in as it posibly can. I hear you chuckle and say, "Look Robin, the bitch enjoys her ass being used!" His only response is to suck on my tits while playing with my clit, first inserting two then another finger into me. I begin to moan as I get into my ass fucking. You thrust into me harder, and I pant with every movement of your big member. Robin is rubbing his cock over my body, and you are thrusting faster and faster. With a painful twist of my nipple, I moan and in that moment, he cums all over my face. Barely any lands in my mouth. You send one last hard thrust into my ass and you empty your balls deep inside me. You spank me roughly as you pull out. I lay there, exhausted. Robin unties and removes my blindfold and whispers, "See you soon."

I feel someone wiping my face with a cool washcloth, but I can't bring myself to look. I lay in my sheets, naked, as I hear the door close. I sigh in relief and drift off. A little while later I hear my boyfriend come in. "Babe I'm home!" He calls. I snuggle in the bed until he walks in. I hear him drop his clothes on the way in. "I hope your up for a good fuck babe cuz I'm so horny" 

'Shit....' I think, 'this is going to be a long night.'