I roared — hips bucking up hard — and exploded inside her.
Hot, thick ropes of cum blasted straight against her womb — forceful, endless jets flooding her depths, painting her inner walls white as her pussy milked me greedily. Spurt after spurt erupted — my balls pulsing, shaft throbbing violently inside her — filling her until I could feel the excess leaking out around my base, running down my balls in warm, creamy rivulets.
"Fuuuuck—Sofia—taking it all—your cunt—sucking my load—milking every drop—aaah—shit—your womb—drinking it—hot—thick—filling you up—gonna breed you—gonna knock you up—!"
Sofia threw her head back — moaning long and filthy — her own hips rolling in slow, greedy circles as she rode out my orgasm.
"Yes—yes—cum inside me—flood my womb—give me your hot load—aaah—feel it splashing—deep—so deep—my cervix—kissing your head—sucking it in—nnh—fill me—breed your nurse slut—make my belly swell with your baby—fuck—yes—more—keep spurting—!"
Her pussy clenched rhythmically around me — walls rippling, milking every last pulse — until my cock finally stopped erupting, spent but still twitching inside her cum-stuffed heat.
When she finally lifted off — slow, deliberate — a thick, creamy waterfall of my semen poured out of her shaved pussy — white and viscous — running down her thighs, dripping onto my lap, pooling on the couch beneath us.
Sofia looked down at the mess — then up at me — with a satisfied, filthy smile.
"All better now, husband...?" she purred, scooping a thick glob of cum from her leaking cunt and bringing it to her lips. "No mess inside Freya... all of it safely in me... where it belongs..."
Freya — still held up by Julie and Jessica — whimpered at the sight.
"So jealous..." she panted. "I want it inside me too... next time... when the baby's out... fill my hairy pussy... breed me again..."
Julie laughed softly — licking a stray drop of cum from Freya's nipple.
"Soon, pregnant slut. Soon."
Stella stepped forward from the shadows of the room, her maid uniform already hiked up around her hips before anyone could blink.
The classic black-and-white outfit — short frilled skirt, white apron, thigh-high stockings — looked obscene the way she wore it now: skirt bunched at her waist like a belt, black lace panties yanked to the side, exposing her smooth, pale ass cheeks and the tight, pink pucker of her asshole winking between them.
She didn't ask. She simply straddled my lap in reverse — facing away — and reached back with both hands to spread her firm ass cheeks wide open.
"Master..." she purred, voice low and needy, "I've been aching for this since you left... my asshole hasn't been filled in weeks... please... use your maid's dirty hole... stretch it... ruin it... make me your anal whore again..."
Before I could answer, she lowered herself — guiding the swollen, cum-slick head of my cock right against her puckered ring. The tip kissed her tight entrance — hot, twitching — and she pushed down hard.
The head popped past her resistant sphincter with a wet, audible schlup — stretching her asshole wide around the thick ridge.
Stella threw her head back and screamed — raw, filthy, shameless.
"AAHHH—FUCK—MASTER—! Your fat cockhead—splitting my asshole—nnh—so thick—burning me open—oh god—deeper—ram it in—fill your maid's shithole—!"
I groaned — loud, guttural — as her scorching, velvety ass swallowed inch after inch. Her ring gripped me like a fist — tight, rippling, spasming around every vein as she sank lower until her ass cheeks rested flush against my thighs, my entire length buried balls-deep in her guts.
"Fuuuuck—Stella—your asshole's choking my cock—so hot—so tight—milking me like a greedy little cumdump—feel that? My balls pressed against your cheeks—my head's so deep in your bowels—gonna rearrange your guts—!"
She started riding immediately — lifting and dropping her ass in hard, sloppy bounces — each downward slam making her cheeks jiggle and slap against my hips with wet plap-plap-plap sounds. Her asshole dragged along my shaft on the upstroke — clinging, stretching, refusing to let go — then swallowed me whole again on the way down.
"YES—fuck my dirty maid asshole—slam it—stretch it—oh god—your cock's so thick—making my hole gape—nnh—feel how loose you're leaving me?—gonna be ruined for days—aaah—harder—pound your maid's shithole—make it prolapse—make me your anal cumrag—!"
Margaret — already naked, kneeling beside us — leaned in closer. Her small, perky tits hung forward, inverted nipples flat and shy against her areolas, begging to be teased.
I reached out — grabbed one breast hard — and pinched the soft, inverted nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it until it stiffened and popped outward into a hard little peak.
Margaret gasped — high and needy — arching into my touch.
"Master—! My nipples—aaah—they're so sensitive—pinch them—pull them—make them stand out—nnh—yes—like that—turn them into hard little sluts—"
I leaned over — tongue flicking out — and dragged it once across her tight, puckered asshole — tasting the faint musk of her skin.
Margaret jolted — thighs shaking.
"Aaah—Master—your tongue—on my asshole—licking my dirty hole—oh fuck—push inside—tongue-fuck my ass while Stella rides your cock—nnh—yes—deeper—lap at my shithole—make it wet—make it twitch—!"
I plunged my tongue into her tight ring — swirling, thrusting — while my free hand kept pinching and twisting her now-erect nipples, pulling them long and cruel until she sobbed with pleasure.
Stella — still bouncing on my cock — looked back over her shoulder, eyes dark with lust.
"Fuck—look at Margaret—her asshole getting tongue-fucked while I ride you—nnh—her nipples—pulled so hard—look how red they are—Master's marking her—aaah—my ass—gaping around your cock—feel how loose I'm getting?—gonna cum—gonna cum with your dick buried in my shithole—!"
I groaned louder — hips bucking up to meet Stella's downward slams — balls slapping wetly against her cheeks.
"Shit—Stella—your asshole's milking me so fucking hard—gripping every inch—squeezing my cum right out—aaah—Margaret—your ass tastes so dirty—so hot—clenching on my tongue—fuck—gonna fill Stella's guts—gonna flood her shithole—then pull out and paint your tits—your face—your ass—!"
Margaret sobbed — nipples throbbing in my fingers, asshole fluttering around my tongue.
"Yes—please—cum in Stella—then cum on me—mark me—paint your maid with your load—aaah—my nipples—hurting so good—my ass—tongue-fucked—gonna cum—gonna squirt from my ass being licked—!"
Stella slammed down one last time — burying me to the hilt — and screamed.
"FUUUCK—cumming—your cock—deep in my asshole—stretching me—filling me—aaah—cum—cum inside my shithole—flood my guts—breed my ass—nnh—yes—yes—!"
I roared — hips bucking — and erupted.
Hot, thick ropes blasted deep into her bowels — forceful jets painting her insides white, filling her until cum leaked out around my shaft in creamy bubbles, running down my balls and dripping onto the floor.
"Take it—take my load in your filthy maid asshole—aaah—fuck—squeezing me—milking every drop—gonna leave you gaping and leaking—my cum dripping from your ruined shithole—!"
Margaret came at the same moment — asshole spasming around my tongue, nipples throbbing in my fingers — squirting hard from her untouched pussy, soaking the sheets beneath us.
When the last pulse finally faded, Stella lifted off slowly — my cock slipping free with a wet pop — her asshole gaping open, red and ruined, thick white cum bubbling out and running down her thighs in obscene streams.
She collapsed beside me — panting, trembling — ass still twitching.
Margaret — nipples red and marked, asshole slick from my tongue — leaned over and kissed me deeply — tasting her own musk on my lips.
-x-X-x-
The villa's grand living room was a fucking abattoir of lust by the time the last door slammed shut, the lock clicking like a gunshot. The air was thick, stifling—a toxic fog of sweat, cum, squirt, piss, and the coppery tang of blood from bitten nipples and clits.
The rugs were soaked, the leather couches slick with fluids, the walls echoing with the wet slap of flesh, the guttural moans, the desperate, animalistic screams of women being fucked into submission.
I moved through them like a god of ruin.
Jessica said, coming over after dropping her clothes, "Jack... I can't wait any longer. Give it to me."
She was already spread-eagled on the leather couch, her shaved pussy lips peeled open with her fingers, her clit swollen, throbbing, begging to be destroyed. Her tits heaved, her nipples hard as fucking diamonds, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream.
I didn't fucking hesitate.
I grabbed her by the throat, slammed her down, and buried my cock in her cunt with one brutal, merciless thrust—WET. VIOLENT. TO THE FUCKING HILT.
"FUUUUUUCK—!!! JACK—!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD—!!!" she shrieked, her back arching, her tits bouncing wildly, her nails clawing at the leather. "TEAR ME OPEN—!!! DESTROY MY CUNT—!!! POUND ME LIKE A FUCKING ANIMAL—!!! HARDER—!!! DEEPER—!!! I WANNA FEEL YOUR BALLS SLAPPING MY ASS—!!!"
I fucked her like I wanted to kill her.
My hips snapped forward, my balls slapping her ass so hard the sound echoed like a fucking drumbeat. Her walls clamped down, milking me, but I didn't slow. I grabbed her thighs, folded her in half, and drilled her cervix until she was sobbing, her voice breaking.
"YOU WANNA CUM, SLUT?" I growled, my voice a guttural snarl, my fingers digging into her tits, twisting her nipples until she screamed. Then I leaned down and BIT one—HARD. Blood welled.
"YES—!!! YES—!!! MAKE ME SQUIRT—!!! MAKE ME YOUR FUCKING WHORE—!!!" she wailed, her body convulsing, her pussy gushing around my cock.
"DO IT."
She shattered.
Her back arched off the couch, her toes curled, and a torrent of squirt exploded from her cunt—SPLASHING my abs, the couch, the fucking floor. I kept pounding, my cock pistoning in and out of her gaping, twitching hole, drawing out every last spasm until she collapsed, twitching, her eyes rolled back, her pussy a ruined, leaking mess.
I wasn't done.
I flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her ass up, and spat on her puckered hole.
"TAKE IT."
No warning. Just the thick head of my cock pressing against her tight ring, stretching her open with a brutal shove.
"AAAAAAHHHH—!!! FUCK—!!! YOUR COCK—!!! IT'S RIPPING ME—!!! IT'S TOO BIG—!!!" Jessica wailed, her fingers clawing at the leather, her voice cracking.
I gripped her hips and SLAMED into her ass—NO LUBE. NO MERCY.
The sound was obscene—wet, tearing, the SLAP of my balls against her pussy as I fucked her raw. I reached around, found her clit, and PINCHED—HARD.
"YOU'RE GONNA CUM AGAIN, SLUT," I snarled, my teeth gritted, my cock buried in her tight, virgin ass. "YOU'RE GONNA CUM WITH MY COCK IN YOUR ASS LIKE THE FILTHY WHORE YOU ARE."
She did.
Screaming, her ass clamping down so hard I almost blew my load right then. But I pulled out at the last second, my cum painting her gaping asshole and lower back in thick, white ropes.
"MMMMFUCK—!!!" I groaned, my cock twitching, spurting the last drops onto her spine.
She was already on her knees, her ass in the air, her cheeks spread wide, her tight little asshole winking at me. I grabbed a handful of her hair, yanked her head back, and spat in her face.
"LICK IT UP, BITCH."
She obeyed, her tongue snaking out to clean the spit from her lips.
"GOOD GIRL," I growled, rubbing the head of my cock against her puckered ring. Then I pushed in—HARD. NO LUBE. NO WARNING.
"NGHHHH—!!! FUCK—!!! YOUR COCK—!!! IT'S TEARING ME—!!!" Karen cried, her fingers digging into the rug, her voice breaking.
I gripped her hips and POUNDED—deep, brutal strokes that made her ass cheeks ripple with every impact. Her tight ring clung to me like a vice, hot and velvety, spasming around my shaft.
I reached down, grabbed her dripping pussy, and SQUEEZED—my fingers sinking into her folds, rubbing her clit until she was sobbing.
"TAKE IT—!!! TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH IN YOUR DIRTY LITTLE SHITHOLE—!!!" I roared, my voice a guttural snarl. "GONNA FILL YOUR GUTS—!!! GONNA LEAVE YOU LEAKING CUM FROM YOUR WRECKED HOLE—!!!"
She came screaming, her ass clamping down so hard I saw stars. But I wasn't done.
I pulled out, grabbed her by the hair, and forced her onto her back. Then I PISSED on her—hot, golden streams splashing across her tits, her face, her gaping asshole.
"DRINK IT, WHORE."
She did.
Her tongue snaked out, catching the drops, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.
"MMMMFUCK—!!!" I groaned, my cock twitching at the sight.
They were already tangled together on the chaise lounge, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. Carolina was on her back, her massive tits heaving, her pussy spread wide. Marina was between her legs, her face buried in Carolina's cunt, lapping at her juices.
I didn't ask.
I grabbed Marina by the hair, yanked her up, and shoved her onto Carolina's chest. Then I straddled Carolina's face, my cock slapping against her lips.
"OPEN."
She obeyed. Her lips parted, her tongue snaking out to lick the underside of my shaft. I fed her my cock, fucking her throat while Marina ground her pussy against Carolina's tits, their juices mixing, their moans muffled.
"MMMMFUCK—!!!" I groaned, my hips snapping forward, my cock hitting the back of her throat. "SUCK THAT COCK, SLUT—!!! TAKE IT ALL—!!!"
Carolina gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. Her tongue swirled, her lips sealed around my shaft, her throat convulsing as I fucked her face.
Then I pulled out, grabbed Carolina's tits, and SQUEEZED—mashing them together around my cock. I fucked her cleavage, my shaft disappearing between the soft, warm flesh, the head peeking out with every thrust.
Marina leaned down, her tongue snaking out to lick the pre-cum from my tip.
"FUCK—!!!" I groaned, my hips snapping forward. "YOUR TITS ARE FUCKING PERFECT—!!! SQUEEZING ME SO GOOD—!!! SUCK THAT HEAD—!!! MILK ME—!!! GONNA CUM—!!! GONNA GLAZE YOUR PRETTY FACES—!!!"
I erupted.
Thick jets of cum shot across Carolina's tongue, her cheeks, her tits—ropes landing in her cleavage, dripping down her nipples. Marina caught some on her lips, her tongue, moaning as she swallowed.
"MMMMFUCK—!!!" I roared, my cock twitching, spurting the last drops onto their faces.
Then I flipped Marina onto her stomach, spread her ass cheeks, and SPAT on her hole.
No warning.
Just my cock pressing against her tight ring, stretching her open with a brutal shove.
"AAAAHHHH—!!! FUCK—!!! YOUR COCK—!!! IT'S TOO BIG—!!!" Marina screamed, her fingers clawing at the chaise.
I didn't care.
I fucked her ass raw, my hips slamming against her, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. I reached around, found her clit, and PINCHED—HARD.
She came screaming, her ass clamping down, her pussy gushing onto the floor.
Her ass was still red from the last brutal fucking, her hole gaping, leaking cum, but I didn't give a fuck. I grabbed her by the hair, yanked her up, and shoved her onto her knees.
"SPREAD YOUR CHEEKS, SLUT."
She obeyed, her hands trembling as she pulled her ass apart, her puckered, used hole winking at me.
I spat on it.
"GOOD GIRL," I growled, rubbing the head of my cock against her tight ring. Then I pushed in—HARD. NO LUBE. NO WARNING.
"AAAAAAHHHHH—!!! FUCK—!!! IT'S TOO BIG—!!! IT'S TEARING ME—!!!" Marina screamed, her fingers clawing at the rug, her voice cracking.
I gripped her hips and SLAMED into her ass—deep, brutal strokes that made her ass cheeks ripple with every impact. The sound was obscene—wet, tearing, the SLAP of my balls against her pussy as I fucked her raw.
"YOU LOVE IT, DON'T YOU?" I snarled, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "YOU LOVE HAVING YOUR TIGHT LITTLE ASSHOLE STRETCHED OPEN LIKE A FUCKING WHORE."
"YES—!!! YES—!!! FUCK ME—!!! DESTROY MY ASS—!!!" she wailed, her voice breaking, her pussy gushing onto the floor.
I reached around, found her clit, and PINCHED—HARD.
"CUM FOR ME, SLUT."
She detonated.
Her ass clamped down so hard I saw stars, her pussy squirting onto the rug, her screams filling the room.
Then I pulled out, my cock glistening with her ass juice, and grabbed her by the hair.
"PISS ON CAROLINA."
Marina obeyed.
A hot, golden stream of piss splashed across Carolina's tits, her face, her gaping pussy. Carolina moaned, her tongue snaking out to catch the droplets, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
"MMMMFUCK—!!!" I groaned, my cock twitching at the sight, pre-cum dripping from the tip.
"LICK IT UP, WHORE," I ordered Carolina.
She did.
Her tongue lapped at the piss on her tits, her lips, her fingers rubbing her clit as she swallowed.
Samantha and Lorena were already tangled on the rug, their pussies rubbing together, their juices mixing, their moans filling the air.
Samantha was on her back, her legs spread, her pussy glistening, her clit swollen. Lorena was on top, her face buried in Samantha's cunt, her tongue lapping at her juices.
I knelt behind them, my cock pressing against Samantha's ass.
"WHO'S FIRST?"
"ME—!!! FUCK ME FIRST—!!!" Samantha begged, her voice desperate, her tits bouncing as she arched her back.
I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed her hips, lined up, and SLAMED into her pussy—WET. VIOLENT. TO THE FUCKING HILT.
"AAAAAAHHHHH—!!! FUCK—!!! YES—!!! YES—!!!" she screamed, her back arching, her tits bouncing, her nails clawing at the rug.
I fucked her hard, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust, the sound echoing like a fucking drumbeat.
"YOU WANNA CUM, SLUT?" I growled, my fingers digging into her hips, leaving bruises.
"YES—!!! YES—!!! MAKE ME SQUIRT—!!! FUCK ME LIKE A DIRTY WHORE—!!!" she wailed, her voice breaking.
I reached around, grabbed Lorena's hair, and forced her face into Samantha's pussy.
"LICK HER WHILE I FUCK HER, YOU FILTHY BITCH."
Lorena obeyed.
Her tongue snaked out, lapping at Samantha's clit, her juices, her gaping hole. Samantha came screaming, her pussy convulsing around my cock, her squirt soaking Lorena's face.
"MMMMFUCK—!!!" I groaned, my cock twitching, my balls tightening.
Then I pulled out, flipped Lorena onto her back, and SLAMMED into her ass—NO WARNING. NO MERCY.
She screamed, her fingers clawing at the rug, her pussy gushing onto the floor. I fucked her ass raw, my cock stretching her open, my fingers digging into her tits, twisting her nipples until she was sobbing.
"YOU LOVE THIS, DON'T YOU?" I snarled, my hips snapping against her ass. "YOU LOVE HAVING YOUR TIGHT LITTLE ASSHOLE FUCKED LIKE A DIRTY SLUT."
"YES—!!! YES—!!! FUCK ME—!!! DESTROY ME—!!!" she wailed, her voice breaking, her ass clamping down around my cock.
"CUM FOR ME."
She did.
Her ass convulsed, her pussy gushed, and I roared as I buried my cock deep and unloaded—thick ropes of cum painting her gaping asshole, her lower back, her thighs.
Then I pulled out, grabbed her by the hair, and forced her onto her knees.
"PISS ON SAMANTHA."
Lorena obeyed.
A hot stream of piss splashed across Samantha's tits, her face, her gaping pussy. Samantha moaned, her tongue snaking out to catch the droplets, her fingers rubbing her clit.
"MMMMFUCK—!!!" I groaned, my cock twitching at the sight, pre-cum dripping from the tip.
"DRINK IT, WHORE," I ordered Samantha.
She did.
Her lips parted, her tongue lapping at the piss on her tits, her fingers rubbing her clit as she swallowed.
Suzy was already bent over the ottoman, her ass red, her cunt leaking, her face pressed into the fabric as she moaned. Nancy was on her knees behind her, her face buried in Suzy's pussy, her tongue lapping at her juices.
I didn't waste time.
I grabbed Nancy by the hair, yanked her up, and shoved her onto the ottoman next to Suzy.
"BOTH OF YOU. ASS UP. NOW."
They obeyed, their asses in the air, their holes winking at me.
I spat on Suzy's asshole, then Nancy's, rubbing the head of my cock between their cheeks.
"WHO'S FIRST?"
"ME—!!! FUCK ME FIRST—!!!" Suzy begged, her voice desperate.
I didn't hesitate.
I lined up and SLAMED into her ass—HARD. BRUTAL. NO MERCY.
"AAAAAAHHHHH—!!! FUCK—!!! YOUR COCK—!!! IT'S RIPPING ME—!!!" she screamed, her fingers clawing at the ottoman, her voice cracking.
I fucked her ass raw, my hips snapping against her, my balls slapping her pussy with every thrust. The sound was obscene—wet, tearing, the SLAP of skin as I destroyed her hole.
"YOU LOVE THIS, DON'T YOU?" I growled, my fingers digging into her hips, leaving bruises.
"YES—!!! YES—!!! FUCK MY ASS—!!! DESTROY ME—!!!" she wailed, her voice breaking, her ass clamping down around my cock.
I reached around, found her clit, and PINCHED—HARD.
She came screaming, her ass convulsing, her pussy gushing onto the floor.
Then I pulled out, my cock glistening, and lined up with Nancy's ass.
"YOUR TURN, SLUT."
I SLAMMED into her ass—NO WARNING. NO MERCY.
She screamed, her fingers clawing at the ottoman, her pussy gushing onto the floor. I fucked her ass raw, my cock stretching her open, my fingers digging into her tits, twisting her nipples until she was sobbing.
"CUM FOR ME."
She did.
Her ass convulsed, her pussy gushed, and I roared as I buried my cock deep and unloaded—thick ropes of cum painting her gaping asshole, her lower back, her thighs.
Then I pulled out, grabbed Suzy by the hair, and forced her onto her knees.
"PISS ON NANCY."
Suzy obeyed.
A hot stream of piss splashed across Nancy's tits, her face, her gaping pussy. Nancy moaned, her tongue snaking out to catch the droplets, her fingers rubbing her clit.
"MMMMFUCK—!!!" I groaned, my cock twitching at the sight, pre-cum dripping from the tip.
"DRINK IT, WHORE," I ordered Nancy.
She did.
Her lips parted, her tongue lapping at the piss on her tits, her fingers rubbing her clit as she swallowed.
ISABELLA & PAIGE – TONGUE FUCKING & PUSSY DESTRUCTION
Isabella was already kneeling, her face buried between Paige's thighs, her tongue lapping at Paige's pussy, her juices glistening on her lips. Paige was spread-eagled on the chaise, her pussy glistening, her clit swollen, her tits heaving.
I didn't waste time.
I grabbed Isabella by the hair, yanked her up, and shoved her onto the chaise next to Paige.
"BOTH OF YOU. LEGS SPREAD. NOW."
They obeyed, their pussies glistening, their clits swollen.
I knelt between them, my cock in hand, stroking it as I looked at their dripping cunts.
"WHO'S FIRST?"
"ME—!!! FUCK ME FIRST—!!!" Paige begged, her voice desperate.
I didn't hesitate.
I lined up and SLAMED into her pussy—WET. VIOLENT. TO THE FUCKING HILT.
"AAAAAAHHHHH—!!! FUCK—!!! YES—!!! YES—!!!" she screamed, her back arching, her tits bouncing, her nails clawing at the chaise.
I fucked her hard, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust, the sound echoing like a fucking drumbeat.
"YOU WANNA CUM, SLUT?" I growled, my fingers digging into her hips, leaving bruises.
"YES—!!! YES—!!! MAKE ME SQUIRT—!!! FUCK ME LIKE A DIRTY WHORE—!!!" she wailed, her voice breaking.
I reached down, grabbed Isabella's hair, and forced her face into Paige's pussy.
"LICK HER WHILE I FUCK HER, YOU FILTHY BITCH."
Isabella obeyed.
Her tongue snaked out, lapping at Paige's clit, her juices, her gaping hole. Paige came screaming, her pussy convulsing around my cock, her squirt soaking Isabella's face.
"MMMMFUCK—!!!" I groaned, my cock twitching, my balls tightening.
Then I pulled out, flipped Isabella onto her back, and SLAMED into her pussy—NO WARNING. NO MERCY.
She screamed, her fingers clawing at the chaise, her pussy gushing onto the floor. I fucked her pussy raw, my cock stretching her open, my fingers digging into her tits, twisting her nipples until she was sobbing.
"CUM FOR ME."
She did.
Her pussy convulsed, her juices gushed, and I roared as I buried my cock deep and unloaded—thick ropes of cum painting her gaping pussy, her tits, her face.
Then I pulled out, grabbed Paige by the hair, and forced her onto her knees.
"PISS ON ISABELLA."
Paige obeyed.
A hot stream of piss splashed across Isabella's tits, her face, her gaping pussy. Isabella moaned, her tongue snaking out to catch the droplets, her fingers rubbing her clit.
"MMMMFUCK—!!!" I groaned, my cock twitching at the sight, pre-cum dripping from the tip.
"DRINK IT, WHORE," I ordered Isabella.
She did.
Her lips parted, her tongue lapping at the piss on her tits, her fingers rubbing her clit as she swallowed.
When I was done with them, the sun was shining through the window.
The room was a fucking disaster.
Jessica—sprawled on the couch, her pussy gaping, squirting weakly, her thighs soaked, her asshole leaking cum, her tits covered in bite marks.
Karen—face down on the rug, her ass up, her asshole red and gaping, her cheeks marked with handprints, cum dripping from her lips, her pussy still twitching.
Carolina—tits glazed white, her face dripping, her pussy still twitching, her fingers lazily rubbing her clit, her mouth open in a silent moan.
Marina—breasts painted, her nipples dripping, her asshole gaping, a trail of cum leaking down her thigh, her face buried in another slut's pussy.
Samantha—curled on her side, her mouth and tits covered in cum and piss, still licking her lips, her fingers rubbing her clit.
Lorena—legs spread on the rug, her pussy twitching, her fingers buried inside herself, her other hand rubbing her clit, her mouth open in a silent scream.
Suzy—bent over the ottoman, her ass red, her cunt leaking, her face pressed into the fabric as she moaned, her tits covered in cum and piss.
Nancy—on her back, her tits heaving, cum streaked across her stomach, her fingers lazily tracing the trails, her pussy still gushing.
Isabella—kneeling, her face buried between Paige's thighs, her tongue still lapping at Paige's pussy, her own asshole gaping and leaking, her tits covered in cum.
Paige—legs spread, her pussy glistening, her fingers rubbing her clit as she watched Isabella eat her out, her face painted with cum and piss.
Olivia—on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her pussy dripping, her fingers buried inside herself, her tits swinging as she moaned.
We all slept together that night — a tangled, exhausted pile of limbs and soft skin in the master bedroom's massive custom bed. The sheets were ruined, soaked in cum, squirt, sweat, and spit, but no one cared. Bodies pressed close, tits against backs, thighs intertwined, the air heavy with the scent of sex and satisfaction.
Freya curled against my chest, her pregnant belly warm against my side, leaking nipples staining my skin. Gabriela's massive tits squashed against my back, her hand resting possessively on my cock even in sleep.
Samantha nestled under my arm like a kitten, her face still faintly sticky from earlier. Julie spooned behind
Samantha, one leg thrown over us both. The others — Sarah, Lorena, Marina, Jessica, Karen, Carolina, Isabella, Paige, Olivia, Hannah, and more — sprawled across the bed and floor mattresses we'd dragged in, all spent, all marked, all mine.
I woke first, dawn light slipping through the blackout curtains. My body ached in the best way: muscles sore from fucking, cock half-hard against Freya's thigh, balls heavy and full again already. I slipped out carefully — not waking anyone — freshened up in the ensuite (shower hot, quick, washing away layers of cum and squirt), then threw on loose lounge pants and a black t-shirt.
Downstairs in the villa's open kitchen, the smell of coffee and fresh pastries hit me. Margaret was already there — dressed in her crisp secretary outfit (white blouse, pencil skirt, glasses perched on her nose), hair in a neat bun, tablet in hand. She looked up as I entered, smile professional but eyes warm.
"Morning, Jack. Breakfast is ready — black coffee, no sugar, avocado toast, fruit, and eggs the way you like them."
I sat at the island counter, taking the mug she slid over.
"Thanks, Margaret. You're up early."
"Always am when you're home," she said simply, tapping her tablet. "The women started waking about twenty minutes ago. They're showering, talking... mostly about you. And the company."
She slid a plate toward me — perfectly plated — then leaned on the counter.
"Speaking of which... do you remember our neighbor Kate?"
I chewed slowly, nodding and remembering Kate. Last time I saw her at the party, she wanted to invite me to dinner and wanted to use me to cure her husband's erectile dysfunction by making him feel jealous.
"Yeah. Kate. The one who kept inviting me over for 'dinner'."
Margaret's lips twitched — she knew exactly what those invitations really meant.
"She kept asking about when you would be back... and I told her you would be here today. So she invited you to dinner tonight."
I took a sip of coffee.
"Tell her to be ready tonight," I said calmly. "I'll come over. Alone."
Margaret nodded — no judgment, just efficiency — and made a note on her tablet.
"Done. Eight o'clock. She'll be thrilled."
She paused — then continued.
"And there was also a call from Adam."
I frowned, fork halfway to my mouth.
"Who's Adam?"
Margaret raised an eyebrow — patient, as always.
"Jack... he's from Elitesex Company. You're subordinate now. You met Sister Isabella through him, remember?"
It clicked.
"Right. Adam. The guy who runs the high-end escort and companion network. What does he want?"
"He said there's a request for you. Anonymous client. High priority. Very high payout. And very... specific."
I leaned back, wiping my mouth.
"I'll go take a look if I have time. Send the details to my secure line. I'll decide after I see what Kate wants tonight."
Margaret nodded — already typing.
"Understood."
She slid another plate toward me — extra bacon this time — then looked up.
"The women are coming down soon. They've been... talking. A lot. About you. About the new ones — Gabriela, Jayden, Samantha, Sarah, Lorena. They're excited. Curious. A little competitive. Especially about who gets you first tonight."
I chuckled — low, dark.
"Let them compete. I've got enough for all of them."
Margaret's lips curved — small, professional, but with a hint of heat.
"I know you do."
Footsteps sounded on the stairs — soft at first, then a chorus.
The women began filtering in — fresh from showers, hair damp, skin glowing, wearing silk robes, oversized t-shirts, lingerie, or nothing at all.
Freya waddled in first — robe open, belly proud, tits still leaking faintly. Gabriela followed — naked under a sheer robe, massive tits swaying.
Samantha — in one of my t-shirts, nothing underneath, nipples poking through. Sarah — sports bra and shorts, smirking. Lorena — silk slip, elegant.
Marina — blouse and skirt, professional but unbuttoned low. Jessica, Karen, Carolina, Isabella, Paige, Olivia, Hannah, Claire, Yelena — all of them, a parade of beautiful, hungry women.
They gathered around the island — some sitting, some leaning, some pressing against me from behind — hands on my shoulders, my arms, my chest.
Jessica kissed my neck.
"Missed waking up with you, husband."
Karen slid a hand under my shirt, fingers tracing my abs.
"We're all so fucking wet just thinking about last night... and tonight."
Carolina leaned over the counter — tits nearly spilling out — and fed me a strawberry from her fingers.
"Eat, husband. You'll need your strength."
Freya pressed against my back — belly warm, nipples dragging across my shoulders.
"My pussy's still sore... but I want more... later... when the baby's asleep..."
Gabriela laughed — low and filthy — sliding onto my lap.
"Careful, Freya. Don't make him cum too early. I want him to fuck me first tonight. My pussy's been aching for him since the plane."
Samantha — shy but bold now — pressed against my side.
"I... I want to taste you again... all of you..."
Sarah leaned in from behind — her tits pressing against my back.
"And I want your cock in my ass while everyone watches. No lube. Raw. Make me scream."
Marina — ever calm — sipped coffee and added:
"I've cleared your schedule for the next three days. No meetings. No calls. Just us."
The room filled with soft laughter, moans, and teasing whispers.
I looked around at them — my women, my family, my harem — all waiting, all ready.
And I smiled.
"Tonight," I said simply. "All of you. Every hole. Every way. No holding back."
They moaned in unison — a chorus of need.
The day had barely begun, but the villa was already burning with unspoken heat—lingering moans from the night before, the faint scent of cum and squirt still clinging to the air, the women moving through the house in various states of undress and satisfaction.
Breakfast passed in a haze of teasing touches, whispered promises, and stolen kisses. Freya fed me bites of fruit from her fingers while her leaking nipples brushed my arm.
Gabriela "accidentally" dropped a strawberry onto my lap and bent low to retrieve it, her massive tits spilling out of her robe and pressing against my thigh.
Samantha—still limping slightly from last night—served coffee with shy glances, her new blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the faint bite marks on her collarbone.
But the real anticipation built as night fell.
I dressed carefully—black tailored suit, crisp white shirt open at the collar, no tie, sleeves rolled to the forearms, hair slicked back just enough to look effortless.
The look was sharp, dangerous, controlled. Stella drove me in the Rolls-Royce Phantom—smooth, silent, blacked-out windows. The drive was short; Kate's villa was literally next door, only a few estates away in the gated enclave of the ultra-rich.
When we pulled up, Stella handed me the gift—a bottle of 1947 Cheval Blanc, wrapped in black velvet.
"Enjoy your evening, sir," she said with a knowing smile. "Call if you need... extraction."
I stepped out, bottle in hand, and rang the doorbell.
Kate opened the door almost immediately.
She was stunning—a purple pencil dress hugging every curve, a deep V-neck plunging to show off the inner swells of her full breasts, no bra beneath, so her nipples poked faintly against the silk. Her dark hair was loose, lips painted red, eyes smoky. She looked like she'd spent hours preparing to seduce.
"Oh... Mr. Jack... you're here," she breathed, voice low and warm, eyes raking over me from head to toe. "You look... incredible."
I smiled—slow, predatory—and handed her the wine.
"Hello, Ms. Kate. Thank you for inviting me. You are looking lovely as ever."
She took the bottle, fingers brushing mine deliberately.
"There was no need for this..."
I stepped inside, letting my gaze drop to her cleavage for just a heartbeat.
"It's okay. How can I come empty-handed to a dinner like this?"
Kate closed the door behind me, her perfume wrapping around us—jasmine and something darker, more primal. She led me into the living room, hips swaying with every step, dress clinging to her ass like a second skin.
Barry was already there—standing awkwardly beside the sofa, suit crisp but face flushed. He rose quickly, extending a hand.
"Hello, Mr. Jack. It's... an honor to have you here."
I shook his hand—firm, brief.
"I should be the one honored to have dinner made by Ms. Kate."
I chuckled lightly, letting the double meaning hang in the air. Kate's cheeks pinked, but her smile only grew.
We sat on the wide leather sectional—Kate beside me, Barry across. The coffee table held a bottle of chilled champagne already open, three glasses poured.
Kate leaned forward to pour me one, giving me a perfect view down her dress. Her breasts swayed, nipples stiffening visibly against the thin fabric.
"I'm sorry," I said smoothly, taking the glass. "I promised to come for dinner... but something always keeps coming up. So I've been delayed."
Kate's eyes flicked to my lap for half a second before meeting mine again.
"It's okay. We know you're busy."
I took a sip—eyes never leaving hers.
"Where's your daughter Amy?"
Kate smiled—soft, maternal.
"She's at her friend's house tonight. Sleepover. You know how girls are... they want their girls' night."
Barry shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat.
"So... Jack... how have you been? Business good?"
I leaned back—legs spread slightly, arm resting along the back of the sofa behind Kate.
"Business is excellent," I said. "Very... satisfying."
Kate's thigh brushed mine—deliberate. She crossed her legs, dress riding up to expose smooth, tanned skin.
"We've been looking forward to this," she said softly. "Barry's been... under a lot of stress lately. Work. You know how it is. He's been having some... performance issues."
Barry flushed, darker—looking at his lap.
Kate's hand landed on my knee—light, but firm.
"We thought... maybe you could help. Just... talk. Give advice. Or... whatever you think is best."
-x-X-x-
Barry leaned back in his chair, swirling the whiskey in his glass as he launched into another story about his business ventures. His voice was smooth, confident, the kind of tone that made it clear he was used to being in control.
"You know, Jack, I've been thinking," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing an idea. "A guy like you—sharp, connected—could be a real asset. Maybe we could start a new business. What do you say?"
I kept my expression neutral, but my telepathy picked up the unspoken addendum in his mind: [Or at the very least, keep him close. A man with his skills could be useful...]
Across the room, Kate stood up from the couch, stretching her arms above her head in a way that made her blouse ride up just enough to tease.
"You two keep talking shop," she said, her voice dripping with playful indifference.
"I'll get dinner started." She shot me a glance—just a flicker of her dark, heavy-lidded eyes—before turning toward the kitchen.
As she walked away, her hips swayed with deliberate exaggeration, the fabric of her skirt clinging to her thighs with every step. The way she moved wasn't just walking; it was an invitation.
I shifted in my seat, my pulse quickening. Barry, oblivious, continued rambling about market trends, but my attention was glued to the kitchen doorway.
The clatter of pots and pans was punctuated by the occasional hum of Kate's voice—she was singing something low, breathy, the kind of tune that made my imagination run wild.
Kate's thoughts (telepathy):
[God, I hope he's watching. The way his eyes followed me... I could feel them burning into my skin. Barry hasn't touched me in months—just excuses, pills, and that pathetic look of defeat every time he fails.]
[But Jack? He's different. I saw what he did to Jennifer. The way he took control, the way she moaned... I need that. I need to feel a real man inside me, stretching me, making me scream. And if Barry sees? Even better. Maybe it'll light a fire under him. Or maybe... maybe I won't even care.]
The scent of garlic and spices began to fill the air, but it was nothing compared to the intoxicating aroma of Kate's perfume—something floral, musky, the kind of fragrance that lingered in the back of my throat.
My fingers twitched, itching to reach out, to pull her against me and see just how far she'd let this go.
Barry finally paused, rubbing his temples. "You know, Kate's been acting strange lately. Distant. I think the stress of my work is getting to her."
I nearly laughed. If only he knew.
Kate's thoughts (telepathy):
[Stress? Oh, Barry, you have no idea. The only stress I have is the ache between my legs, the way my body craves something you can't give me. I've tried, God knows I've tried—toys, fantasies, even pretending it's you when I touch myself. But it's not enough. Not after seeing Jack. Not after imagining those hands on me, that mouth—]
A sharp clang from the kitchen cut off her thoughts. She let out a soft, frustrated sigh, her fingers gripping the countertop.
Kate reappeared in the doorway, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the stove—or maybe from something else. "Dinner's ready, boys," she purred, her voice dropping an octave. "Hope you're hungry."
We moved to the dining table, and as I sat down, Kate leaned over me to place a steaming dish on my plate. Her blouse gaped just enough to give me a perfect view of her cleavage, the swell of her breasts rising and falling with every breath.
The heat of her body radiated against my shoulder, and when she straightened, her fingers brushed against my neck—accidentally, of course.
"Here you go," she murmured, her lips dangerously close to my ear. "Extra serving for our guest."
I inhaled sharply. She smelled like sin—warm, sweet, with an undercurrent of something dark and hungry.
Kate's thoughts (telepathy):
[Oh, he likes what he sees. I can tell. His pulse is racing, his fingers are clenched around the fork like he's trying not to grab me. Good. Let him want me. Let him ache for it. The wine will do the rest... that little something extra I slipped in.]
[Just enough to make him dizzy, to make him need me. And when Barry walks in on us—when he sees his wife riding another man, moaning his name—maybe, just maybe, he'll remember what it's like to be a man.]
Barry, still clueless, reached for the wine bottle. "Kate, grab the glasses, will you?"
She didn't move right away. Instead, she let her gaze linger on me, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip. "Of course, darling," she said, her voice syrupy. "But I already poured Jack a glass." She nodded toward the crystal goblet in front of me, the deep red liquid catching the light.
I lifted it to my lips and took a slow sip. The wine was rich, velvety, with a strange, metallic tang beneath the oak. Kate's eyes darkened as she watched me swallow.
Kate's thoughts (telepathy):
[Yes, drink it. Let it work. Let it make you hot, make you desperate. I want you to lose control. I want you to take me right here on this table while Barry watches, helpless.]
[And when you're deep inside me, when I'm clawing at your back and begging for more, I want him to see what a real man looks like. Maybe then he'll stop making excuses. Maybe then he'll finally fuck me like he used to.]
Barry poured himself a glass, oblivious to the storm brewing right in front of him. "To new partnerships," he said, raising his drink.
I smirked into my wine. "To new partnerships," I echoed, my voice low.
Kate's fingers tightened around the back of her chair. The night was just beginning.
I let the last sip of wine linger on my tongue, swirling it like a promise before swallowing. My smirk never wavered as I set the glass down with a deliberate clink.
"To new partnerships," I repeated, my voice a dark, velvety growl that made Kate's breath hitch. She shifted in her seat, her thighs pressing together under the table, but I didn't miss the way her fingers twitched, as if she were already imagining them wrapped around my cock.
The air between us was thick enough to choke on—saturated with the scent of her perfume, something sweet and musky, like honey laced with sin. I could practically taste her arousal, sharp and tangy, like the first drop of pre-cum on my tongue.
Dinner was a blur of flavors I barely registered. My focus was on the way Kate's tongue darted out to wet her lips every time she caught me staring, the way her blouse strained against her tits as she leaned forward to "accidentally" brush against me.
I took slow, measured sips of the wine, letting the liquid coat my throat while my mind replayed the filthy thoughts I'd plucked from her head earlier. She wants me to ruin her. And fuck, I was going to enjoy every second of it.
I finished the last bite, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before pushing my plate away. Standing up, I stretched my arms over my head, my shirt riding up just enough to tease the hard ridges of my abs. Kate's eyes locked onto me, her pupils blown wide with hunger.
"That was incredible, Kate," I murmured, letting my gaze rake over her body like a physical caress. "You've got a real talent for... satisfying a man's appetites."
She swallowed hard, her fingers clutching the edge of the table. "Glad you liked it, Jack," she breathed, her voice husky, her nipples pebbling against the thin fabric of her blouse.
I pressed a hand to my forehead, letting my knees buckle just slightly. "Fuck," I groaned, my voice rough. "That wine's stronger than I thought. I'm feeling... dizzy."
I staggered, my hips swaying just enough to draw her eyes to the obscene outline of my cock straining against my pants. It was thick, heavy, the fabric doing little to hide the way it twitched, hungry for attention.
Kate didn't hesitate. She was on her feet in an instant, her tits bouncing as she rushed to my side. "Oh, Jack," she cooed, her voice dripping with false concern and real, desperate need.
She wrapped her arms around mine, her fingers digging in as she pressed her body flush against me. The heat of her tits crushed against my arm, her hard nipples grinding into my skin through the fabric. "Let me take care of you," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "You need to lie down."
Kate's thoughts (telepathy):
[Holy fuck, it's working. He's playing along—no, he's into it. Look at him, so big, so hard, his cock practically begging to be freed. I bet it's huge. I bet it's thick enough to stretch me open until I scream. Barry hasn't touched me in months, hasn't even tried to make me feel like a woman. But Jack? He's all man.]
[I can smell it on him—testosterone and power and something dark, something dangerous. I want him to fuck me raw, to fill me up until I'm dripping with him.]
[And when Barry walks in? When he sees his wife taking another man's cock like a good little slut? Maybe then he'll remember what it's like to want something. Or maybe I won't even care. Maybe I'll just ride Jack's dick until I forget Barry even exists.]
She didn't wait for an answer. Her arms tightened around me, her fingers trailing down my chest, dangerously close to the waistband of my pants. "Come on, Jack," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr.
"Let's get you to the bedroom." She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing the shell of my ear as she called out to Barry. "Barry, put the dishes in the kitchen and bring some water for Jack. Once you're done."
Barry, clueless as ever, just nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be there in a sec," he mumbled, already stacking plates like the obedient little cuck he was.
Kate didn't give a shit about him. Her focus was entirely on me, her body molded against mine as we moved down the hallway. Every step was a tease, her hips swaying, her ass brushing against my thigh. I could feel the heat radiating off her, the wetness between her legs practically soaking through her panties. She was dripping for me.
Kate's thoughts (telepathy):
[Fuck, he's so big. I can see the outline of his cock through his pants—thick, veiny, the head already leaking. I bet it's heavy, too, the kind of weight that makes your pussy ache just thinking about it.]
[I want to drop to my knees right here and take him in my mouth, to feel him hit the back of my throat while I choke on him. But no—I want him inside me first. I want him to fuck me senseless, to ruin me so thoroughly that Barry will never be able to compare.]
[ And when he walks in on us, when he sees his wife getting railed like the slut she is? Maybe it'll finally wake him the fuck up. Or maybe I'll just laugh in his face while Jack fills me with his cum.]
Kate led me down the hallway with a sway in her hips that was impossible to ignore — the purple pencil dress clinging to every curve, riding up just enough with each step to tease the tops of her thighs.
She opened the door to their master bedroom — spacious, dimly lit by warm bedside lamps, a king-sized bed with silk sheets already turned down, a faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air.
She guided me inside — hand soft but firm on my lower back — and eased me toward the edge of the bed.
"Jack... just rest for a while," she murmured, voice low and breathy. "You look... flushed. The wine must have hit you harder than expected."
I played along perfectly — letting my breathing deepen, rolling my shoulders like the room was suddenly too warm.
"I feel so fucking hot..." I muttered, voice rough, pretending the aphrodisiac was kicking in hard.
I reached up — fingers fumbling with the buttons of my black suit coat — and shrugged it off slowly, letting it fall to the floor.
Then the shirt — one button at a time — peeling the crisp white fabric open to reveal my bare chest. Sweat glistened on my skin (part real, part from the earlier activities), my abs flexing under the low light, the bandages over my "heart" adding just enough vulnerability to the display.
Kate's eyes locked on me — pupils blown wide.
She stepped closer — blush creeping up her neck — and reached out with trembling fingers.
"Let me... let me help you remove that," she whispered, voice thick. "You're sweating so much... poor thing..."
Her hands slid under the open shirt — palms gliding over my abs — tracing every ridge, every cut muscle. She bit her lower lip hard, eyes half-lidded, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she "helped" me shrug the shirt off my shoulders.
Her fingers lingered — stroking, pressing — nails grazing my skin, thumbs brushing my nipples and abs.
"God... Jack..." she breathed, voice shaking. "Your body... it's... incredible. So hard... so defined... I've never seen abs like this up close... they're like... carved..."
She pressed closer — her full tits squashing against my chest through the thin dress, nipples hard enough to feel through the silk. Her hands roamed lower — tracing the V of my hips, stopping just above the waistband of my pants.
"You're burning up..." she murmured, eyes locked on mine, pupils huge. "Let me... cool you down..."
Her fingers dipped lower — brushing the bulge in my pants — and she gasped softly when she felt how thick and hard I already was.
My body slumped against the bed, my breathing shallow and uneven, my voice a slurred, dizzy murmur. "Kate... I'm... fine..." I lied, my words dissolving into a groan as I pretended to fight consciousness. My eyelids fluttered weakly, my muscles twitching as if I were on the verge of passing out.
But Kate wasn't buying it.
Her eyes were locked onto my sweat-slicked chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she took in the way my muscles flexed beneath my skin. "No, you're not," she hissed, her voice thick with false concern—but her mind was already racing with something far darker, far more depraved. "Look at you. You're burning up. You can't even—"
I tuned into her thoughts, my telepathy slicing through her mental barriers like a blade through silk.
Kate's Thoughts (Telepathy):
[Why the FUCK is he still awake?! I put triple the dose of that aphrodisiac in his wine—the kind that's supposed to knock a man out cold and leave him with a raging hard-on when he wakes up. Did I screw up the measurements?]
[No... no, it has to work. Once he's out, I can do whatever I want. I can touch him, taste him, ride him—and he won't even remember it.]
[Barry will walk in, see me on top of Jack, my tits bouncing, my ass slamming down on his cock, and he'll think... he'll think I'm finally getting what he can't give me. Maybe it'll make him jealous. Maybe it'll make him hard again. Or maybe... maybe I won't even care by then.]
Her fingers twitched at her sides, her pussy already throbbing, her panties damp with anticipation. "I just need him out. Then I can take what I want. I can use him. I can own him."
A dark, hungry smirk played on her lips. "And if Barry walks in? Even better. Let him see. Let him watch his wife get what she deserves ."
I let my body go completely slack, my voice slurring into nothingness. "I... feel... so sleepy..."
Kate's breath hitched.
"Jack? JACK!"
She leaned in, her face inches from mine, her hot breath fanning over my lips. When I didn't respond, a slow, triumphant smile spread across her face.
"It worked," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. "It actually worked."
Her eyes darted to the door, listening for Barry's approaching footsteps. "He'll be here any second," she murmured, her fingers already flying to the buttons of her blouse. "I don't have much time."
Through my AI Lens, I could see through my closed eyelids. I watched as Kate tore at her clothes, her movements frantic, her need too desperate to be graceful.
Her blouse hit the floor first, followed by her bra, her heavy tits spilling free, full, round, her nipples already hard as diamonds. She didn't even bother with the skirt. She just shoved it down her thighs, stepping out of it before kicking it aside, leaving her in nothing but a tiny, lace-thin pair of black panties—already soaked through.
"Fuck," she whimpered, her fingers pressing against the damp fabric, rubbing slow, teasing circles over her clit. "I'm dripping just from looking at him."
Her panties were ruined—dark with her juices, the fabric clinging to her swollen lips, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. A single, slow drag of her fingers over the lace made her shudder, a fresh gush of wetness seeping through.
"No, Kate," she scolded herself, her voice trembling. "Control yourself. You have a husband. A daughter. You can't—"
Kate's trembling fingers hooked into the waistband of my pants, yanking them down with a sharp tug. My boxers followed, and my cock sprang free—thick, heavy, the veins bulging like ropes beneath my skin.
"Oh my—" Kate's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of me.
I was massive—longer than her hand, thicker than her wrist, the head already dark with blood, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. The veins pulsed, throbbing with every heartbeat, the cock so hard it looked like it could crack stone.
"It's... " It's bigger than I thought," she whispered, her voice awed, her fingers hovering just above my cock like she was afraid to touch it. "The veins... they look like they're about to burst ."
She leaned in, her lips parting as she inhaled deeply, taking in my scent—musky, masculine, the raw aroma of a man at the peak of his lust.
"Just the smell is making me dizzy," she moaned, her free hand slipping between her thighs, pressing against her soaked panties. "I can smell him. Like... like sex and power and—"
She couldn't finish.
Her fingers finally wrapped around my cock, her grip tight, almost reverent.
"It's pulsing," she gasped, her thumb brushing over the thick vein running along the underside. "Even when he's out, it's still so hard. So alive ."
But then—
Something changed.
Her eyes widened as my cock swelled in her grip, the veins bulging even more, the head darkening to a deep, angry red. "What the—?!" she gasped, her fingers convulsing around my cock as it grew even thicker, even heavier in her hand.
"Oh FUCK," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "It's—it's getting bigger !"
A fresh bead of pre-cum welled at my tip, glistening, before dripping down my cock, landing with a soft splat on her fingers.
"I—I'm so wet," she whimpered, her free hand shoving her panties aside, her fingers slipping between her folds. "Just from touching him..."
Her pussy was dripping —her juices coating her thighs, her clit swollen and throbbing, her entrance fluttering with need.
"I can't... I can't stop," she panted, her voice breaking.
[Oh GOD, it's huge. Thicker than Barry's entire cock. The veins are like ropes, pulsing, throbbing... I bet it hurts when he's hard like this. I bet it aches. And the pre-cum... it's dripping like honey, thick and sticky...]
[What would it taste like? Salty? Sweet? I want to lick it. I want to suck him until he explodes down my throat. But no... no, I have to use him. I have to make Barry watch me ride this monster. I have to make him jealous. Make him want me again. Or... or maybe I'll just keep Jack for myself. Maybe I'll let him ruin me. Maybe I'll let him breed me like the slut I am.]
Kate climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest, her bare, glistening pussy hovering just above my face. The scent of her was intoxicating —musky, sweet, the unmistakable tang of a woman who was seconds away from losing control.
She glanced back at the door, her mind racing.
"From this angle," she murmured, her voice thick with calculation, "if I sit on his cock, let it press against me... Barry will only see my back. He'll see Jack's balls, the way my hips are moving... He'll think—" She swallowed hard, her fingers tracing her slick folds. "He'll think his cock is buried inside me."
With a shuddering breath, she stood up, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of my hips. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her thighs, revealing her perfect, clean-shaven pussy—glistening, swollen, her juices dripping down her inner thighs in thick, sticky strands.
"FUCK," she whimpered, her voice raw. "I'm leaking ."
She adjusted my cock, angling it upward, the thick head pressing against her slick entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself, letting my cock nestle against her folds, the heat of her pussy searing my skin.
The second my cock made contact, we both groaned.
"Aah—!" I let out, my voice rough, my hips instinctively bucking upward, pressing myself harder against her.
"Hmm— SO HOT," Kate moaned, her head falling back, her nails digging into my chest. "His cock is burning me. I can feel it... pulsing ... throbbing ..."
She rocked her hips, grinding herself against me, her clit dragging along the underside of my cock with every movement. "Oh GOD, if I just... move like this... Barry will think... he'll think I'm fucking him."
Her movements grew frantic, her breath coming in sharp, needy gasps as she rode me, her pussy slick with arousal, her juices coating my cock. "I can't... I can't stop," she panted, her voice breaking. "It feels so good. Even like this... even without him inside me... I'm so close ..."
I let my hips buck again, my cock sliding between her folds, the head pressing against her clit with every thrust. Kate cried out, her body trembling, her fingers clawing at my chest.
"Jack—!" she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. "I need— I NEED MORE!"
Oh, Kate.
You have no idea what you've just unleashed.
I sensed someone coming up the stairs — heavy, hesitant footsteps. Barry. I already knew it was him before he even reached the door. With a flick of my will, I extended my telepathy like invisible threads, slipping into his mind and rewriting his desires in real time.
From this moment on, Barry would only get hard when he saw his wife riding my cock. No other woman. No porn. No fantasies. Only this — only watching Kate get fucked by me would make his pathetic dick twitch.
The door creaked open slightly.
Barry stepped in, holding a glass of water in his trembling hand, his face already pale with confusion.
He froze.
Kate was completely naked, straddling my lap, her soaked, swollen pussy grinding frantically along the thick length of my cock. Her heavy tits bounced with every desperate roll of her hips, nipples dark and stiff, leaking tiny beads of arousal. Her juices coated my cock, making it glisten obscenely as she slid her dripping folds up and down, her clit dragging along the veiny underside with wet, filthy sounds.
Barry's eyes widened — but instead of rage, his cock twitched visibly in his pants. He didn't shout. He didn't storm out. He just... froze, breathing faster, his hand tightening around the glass until his knuckles turned white.
Kate noticed him instantly.
Instead of stopping, she increased the intensity — grinding harder, faster, her pussy lips spreading around my thick cock, her clit rubbing frantically against the head with every slick pass.
"Aaah... fuck..." she moaned softly, voice trembling with a mix of shame and wicked excitement. Her thoughts flooded into my mind:
[Why do I... want to pee right now...? Barry is here... watching me... OMG I'm more excited than before... my pussy is throbbing... I'm so wet... I can feel my bladder pressing... but it's making me even hornier... what the fuck is wrong with me...?]
Kate looked straight at my cock, eyes glassy, lips parted.
"I'm going to pee..." she whispered, voice husky and broken. "You're allowed to go down..."
She stood up on shaky legs — her swollen pussy lips parting with a wet sound, a thick string of her arousal stretching from her entrance to the head of my cock before snapping. She looked down at my throbbing cock with doting, almost worshipful eyes.
"Stay hard for me..." she cooed softly to my cock, as if it were a living thing she was promising to come back to. Then she turned and walked toward the bathroom, ass swaying, thighs glistening with her juices.
The moment she disappeared into the bathroom, Barry — still frozen in the doorway — suddenly moved.
He didn't confront us.
He didn't yell.
Instead, he quietly slipped into the large walk-in closet on the side of the room, leaving the door cracked just enough to watch.
Kate stepped into the bathroom — but she didn't close the door all the way. She noticed her husband hiding. Her thoughts exploded in my mind:
[What's going on with Barry...? Is he really getting excited seeing me with another man...? Or does he have some strange fetish...?]
[Fuck... why is that making me even wetter...? My bladder is so full... but my pussy is throbbing harder... I think I'm going to pee... but I want to do it while Jack watches... or while Barry watches me with Jack... oh god... I'm such a dirty slut right now...]
I lay there — cock standing straight up, thick and veiny, still glistening with Kate's juices — waiting.
Kate came back out a minute later — completely naked, thighs shiny, a fresh trickle of wetness running down her leg. She didn't look embarrassed anymore.
She looked hungry.
She walked straight back to the bed, climbed on top of me again, and pressed her dripping pussy against my cock once more — grinding slowly, deliberately, making sure Barry could see everything from his hiding spot in the closet.
"Jack..." she moaned, voice loud enough for her husband to hear. "Your cock feels so good against my cunt... so thick... so hot... I'm so fucking wet for you..."
Barry's breathing grew louder from the closet — ragged, excited.
Kate smiled — wicked, triumphant — and rolled her hips harder, her swollen clit dragging along my cock.
Kate's body was trembling violently on top of me, her breath coming in short, desperate, animalistic gasps as her soaked, swollen pussy continued to grind frantically along the thick, veiny length of my cock. Her juices had completely soaked through my pants, making the fabric cling obscenely to my cock like a second skin.
Every slow, filthy roll of her hips dragged her fat, puffy lips along my veiny underside, her engorged clit rubbing desperately against the swollen head with loud, wet schlick-schlick-schlick sounds that echoed in the room.
I could feel her getting hornier by the second — her thighs quivering uncontrollably, her nipples diamond-hard and rubbing against my chest, her thoughts pouring into my mind like a broken, filthy flood.
Kate's Thoughts (Telepathy):
[What the fuck is this bastard Barry doing? Shouldn't he burst out right now? Get angry? Grab me by the hair and fuck me hard as a real husband would? Why is he hiding like a pathetic little coward in the closet...? Fuck... I'm so wet... my pussy is throbbing so bad... I can feel my juices running down my thighs... just from rubbing on Jack's massive cock...]
[But... will Barry's cock ever be as big as Jack's...? Even half this size...? God no... look at it... so thick... so veiny... the head is so fat and swollen... I bet it would split me open... make me scream until I lose my voice... Barry's never made me feel like this... never made my cunt drip like a faucet... never made me this fucking horny...]
She bit her lower lip hard enough to leave marks, eyes fluttering as another wave of arousal made her pussy clench and leak more slickness onto my cock.
[Maybe... maybe Barry needs more stimulation... yeah... that has to be it... let's push him... make him watch me lose control completely... make him hear me beg for a real man's cock... maybe it'll finally make him hard... or maybe I'll just forget him completely while Jack ruins me...]
Kate planted both hands firmly on my chest, her fingers digging into my muscles as she pushed herself up slightly, hovering her dripping cunt just above the thick head of my cock.
"Jack's big cock might destroy my pussy..." she moaned loudly, deliberately raising her voice so Barry could hear every single filthy word from his hiding spot in the closet. "Hmph, Barry... his tiny little cock won't get hard in this lifetime... so maybe he'll never find out how a real man stretches me open... how a real cock makes me drip like a cheap whore..."
She waited — breath held — listening for any reaction.
Nothing.
No angry shout. No door slamming open. Just silence from the closet... and the faint, unmistakable sound of fabric rustling.
Barry's Thoughts (Telepathy):
[What the fuck am I doing...? Hiding in my own closet... watching my wife grind on another man's cock... but... oh god... my dick... It's hard... It's actually hard... I haven't been this hard in years... look at her... look at how wet she is... how she's moaning for him... fuck... I shouldn't be stroking myself... but I can't stop... it feels so good... why is this turning me on...?]
Kate's thoughts shifted — darker, filthier, more excited than ever.
[This fucker... hmph... Barry might actually be a pervert who likes to see his wife get fucked by another man... this bastard... You want me to cuckold you, right? You want to watch me take a real cock while you hide and stroke your sad little dick...? Fine... I'll give you a show you'll never forget... I'll be the filthiest slut you've ever seen...]
Kate's hips lowered — the fat, leaking head of my cock pressing right against her soaked entrance. She rubbed it slowly along her slit, coating me in her creamy juices, her swollen lips parting around the tip.
"Aaaaaah... fuck... so big..." she moaned, voice loud and shameless for her hidden husband. "Just the tip... and it's already stretching me... making me wanna cum... my pussy is so wet for you, Jack... dripping like a desperate whore..."
She rolled her hips faster — grinding her clit harder against my cockhead — her tits bouncing heavily with every movement.
"Fuck... Jack... your cock is so much bigger than Barry's pathetic little worm... I can feel it throbbing against my clit... making me so horny... I want it inside me... I want it stretching my cunt wide open... making me scream while my husband watches like the pathetic cuck he is... aaah... fuck... I'm getting close... I'm gonna cum just from rubbing on you."
Her body seized — thighs shaking violently — and she squirted hard, hot jets spraying across my cock and stomach as she ground her pussy frantically against me.
"Aaah... fuck... hmm... OMG... I'm cumming... aah—aaaaah—aaah—aaaaaaah—aaaaaaah—!"
I didn't stay silent anymore.
I groaned loudly — deep, guttural, raw with lust and still pretended to be asleep.
"Hmmmm... aaaaaa... so hot..."
Kate panicked for half a second — eyes widening — but before she could pull away, I grabbed her waist with both hands, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"No—Jack—wait—!"
I slammed my hips upward — driving my thick cock deep into her pussy in one powerful thrust.
The head punched straight through her tight, velvety walls and slammed against her cervix, bottoming out completely inside her.
Kate's eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream that quickly turned into a raw, broken wail.
"AAAAAAAAAAH—FUCK—! So deep—your cock—hitting my womb—stretching my cunt so wide—oh my god—I'm cumming— I'M CUMMING—!"
Her pussy clamped down like a vice — spasming violently around my entire length as she squirted hard, a powerful jet of hot girl-cum spraying out around my cock and soaking my lap, my balls, the sheets beneath us.
"Aaah... fuck... hmm... OMG... I'm cumming... aah—aaaaah—aaah—aaaaaaah—aaaaaaah—!"
Her whole body convulsed — tits bouncing wildly, thighs shaking, her hairy mound grinding down against my pelvis as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her. Her inner walls rippled and milked my cock greedily, trying to pull me even deeper while her squirt kept gushing in messy, uncontrollable spurts.
"YES—fuck my hairy pregnant cunt—slam it—stretch it—oh god—your cock's throbbing so hard—hitting my cervix—my womb—aaah—don't cum inside—but fuck me—bully my sloppy hole—make it gush—make my fat lips drag on your cock—nnh—my clit—grinding—my tits—leaking—squeeze them—milk me—aaah—I'm cumming—cumming again—gonna squirt all over your cock—fuuuck—!"
She exploded — pussy clamping down like a fist — another massive gush of squirt spraying out around my buried cock, soaking my lap, my balls, the couch beneath us. Her hairy mound ground against my pelvis — curls matted and dripping — clit throbbing against my skin as she rode through the orgasm.