Play the Game

by C.S. Silverne

“I don’t hate the thought of pegging you fucks. Now, leave us alone or I’ll gag all of you with my silicone cocks.” Yep. I’m good on that one.

I’m no stone top, but Nyx pegging me is not on...

Rhodes leans over the other side of me. “I think you might be a little pansexual, Ash.” Rhodes has a shit-eating grin on his face. “Because I am, and my cock did the same thing.”

God, I want everything they’ll give me. And then some.

I would always belong to him now—wedding ring and scars alike—no matter what.

“I’ve never once found men attractive until this moment, but I think I need to bury my strap-on in you and make you cum for me, all while we watch the live porno. Don’t you think so?”

“Yeah it is. Take my strap, beautiful girl. Show these men how much better a woman knows how to fuck.”

“Oh, I’ll be giving her two more orgasms before you three even finish once. She hasn’t taken a girl’s cock in years. Her legs are already trembling for me. I doubt you’ll get her to tremble like this.”

I moan so loud at her words, just enjoying being the pillow princess for a moment. Enjoying taking her. Enjoying the sight of tits bouncing in my face as her thrusts pick up speed, fucking us both harder than ever. Taking in the full glory that is this beautiful woman, stretching me more than I have been in a very long time.

“Oh, you wanna be a brat, huh? While I’m making you feel good? Go on, you pretty slut. Try and talk now.”

“No? Can’t speak now, huh? That’s right. Just taking your mommy’s cock like the good girl you were before you opened your pretty mouth. I should make one of the boys fuck your mouth like this so you remember your place is below us, but I’m too obsessed with you to share.” Oh my God.

I follow her into mine and Simon’s bedroom, without a second glance to the love of my life. Even if his eyes follow me heavily, all while taking two other men.

“You can suck my cock as long as I get yours in my mouth after.”

I was always told kissing another man was supposed to feel forbidden while growing up, but I was quick to learn that my body likes what it likes. And that happens to be men and women.

Relishing in the little gasp that turns into the sweetest whimper from Asher, I make it my goal to get as many of those noises out of him as I can tonight.

”Let me see those pretty eyes crying while you choke on my cock, pet.”

he pulls it together and slides to the floor between my spread-out legs. Fuck, he belongs there. On his knees. Waiting for my commands.

“I want this pretty ass of yours, Simon.” “Sorry, caveman, you’ll have to be nicer than that when asking to take any of my holes.”

I grab the back of his head and practically pull him off my cock, and what does the little shit do? He whines.

Like he’s talking to himself, Rhodes questions, “A plug? You knew to be ready for me, didn’t you? Tell me, Simon, how long have you wanted this cock of mine?” Way too long…but I don’t want to sound like a greedy slut, so I give him a grunt instead. Smack.

Receiving pain is a guilty pleasure of mine, even if it’s right up there with dishing it out. I haven’t been able to be on the receiving end in a long time. I’ve missed it.

Fuck, I think I’ve just missed men.

Don’t get me wrong, my wife’s body is something I couldn’t have conjured up any better myself. She’s beyond perfect, ethereal truly…But the strong thigh muscles currently under my hands, beards rubbing together, and the cock that’s attached to a...

“Fucckkk. I knew you’d be big, but what the actual fuck is this?” He’s all smiles now. “A magic cross piercing.” “A-fucking-what?”

“I need to feel you, Rhodes. I want all of you. Including your cum dripping out of me.”

I open my throat for him, looking up into his eyes, begging for him to use me like the worthless doll I so need to be at this moment. I don’t want control right now. I want to give up any and every ounce of control I have over to them. Give them my all.

Until their cum is leaking from me like a bred whore. And that is precisely what they both do.

while Rhodes is still pistoning into me has me floating to another dimension.

“You’re perfect. And yes, I think I’ve wanted you for a long time. But you’re still one of my best friends, and now I’m the one who’s scared. I’ve been heartbroken a lot lately, you know.”

“I want to try scissoring.” Immediately, her eyes darken. Her hand is on my throat again, squeezing the sides roughly, forcing a gasp out. My legs nearly fold in on themselves as that damned ache returns, and it’s intense.

“God, what a little slut you really are, sweet girl. I was being all vulnerable, worried you’d really want me, and all along, you’re in your head, thinking about rubbing your pretty, wet cunt against mine. So filthy. Aren’t you?”