glory to the tsaritsa

You were kneeling between two absolutely gorgeous women, taking their frustrations with a dopey smile on your face. Nefer’s grunting of agitation at your smile was more than enough to send a rushing thrill down your spine as she hauled you onto the bed. The muscles in your back stretched with devastating relief as your ass was pulled up into the air, and your face planted into the comforter.

Lauma sidled to be in front of you once more, her long fingers carding through your hair as she prodded the tip of her cock at your lips, “C’mon pretty doe, open up for us. You’ve been so good thus far.” Currents of electricity zip through your bones as you open up your mouth, accommodating the size of her strap.

Nefer was behind you, her nails gripped onto your hips to the point of pain. But it was never truly painful, always tiptoeing that thin line of ecstasy and damnation. Your wives made eye contact over your pleasure drunk body and there was a crackling energy that filled the room as they slid in and out of your worn out body. Oh, how delicious it was to be pampered and used like this.

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Your eyes watered each time you took the piece of plastic further down your throat, tears stinging in your eyes as your gorgeous kitsune wife shushed your whines with a finger to her mouth. “Now, now, darling, good girls don’t complain about what they’re given.” Her crooning forces a shiver down your spine as your nose touches the skin just above her pelvis, and you can see the muscles quivering with each clammy breath that brushes against it.

A shallow gag manages to escape your throat before you pull back gasping for air, looking up at miko with tears clustered along your lashes. “I wanna please you, please baby,” you watch her fox ears pull back in embarrassment as a tender kiss was pressed near the apex of ger thighs.

Your tongue brushes along the leather holding the plastic cock in place, becoming wet and warm as you move further inwards to lick at her dripping cunt. “Let me worship you, my love.”

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The night was young and you felt like such an idiot as you held Feixiao’s cock in your hands, sweat beading down your back and knees quivering on the floor of your bedroom. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I would never undermine you!” Your words fall on deaf ears as Feixiao’s eyes trace along your shaking body.

At this point in the night you had been brought to the edge of an orgasm repeatedly, barely there before being brought back down to a place of begging and sucking along your wife’s strap. Your wife was sat on the bed, fully clothed; you were kneeling on the floor, totally naked.

The plastic dildo wasn’t even attached to her body, you were forced to suck on the cock as she held it in front of you. “Shut up, and worship my cock. I can’t believe you’d embarrass me like that, if you won’t learn to take turns speaking then I’ll have to use your mouth in other ways.”

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While you never were a fan of being the one on top, instances like this were starting to become a common occurrence between you and Hysilens. You could feel how deep her cock was in your throat, reverberations of your moans causing the plastic to shift further down. Hysilens on the other hand, oh, she was lost on the taste of your pussy.

Her hips were grinding into your face at such a jerky pace that you were almost convinced that she could feel everything with heightened intensity. Another orgasm washed over your body with a shudder that sent Hysilens whining and grabbing at your thighs to keep them pried open, even if you wanted to, you’d never be able to close them.

Her grip was near punishing as her tongue rolls over your clit one last time before she gasps for air and chases the high of feeling your cunt clench around her fingers, “One more, just one more time please!” Is what she said 20 minutes ago, her speech becoming more garbled and strewn together as she chased a high that never seems to last long enough.

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Annoyance builds within your nervous system, fraying and pulling at your sanity like a taut string. A rapid set of knocks on the door startle you from your thoughts, the pounding in your heart and head begins to become so overwhelming that when your trembling hand reaches up to unlatch the door everything eases away.

“Oh, it’s just you,” you sigh softly, resting your head against the doorframe. “I thought it was him again.” His accent immediately calming your brain— spiked, frantic nerves settling into a steady hum of want within your body.

“Thought I was who, baby?” Your next door neighbor, Keegan, has always been a flirt. Ever since you’ve moved in, you’ve always been the target of his attention. Sandra next door tried to tell you that something was off about him, but he was sweet, and he knew how to help install cameras in your house.

Well, he knew how to install security cameras to make sure nothing happened to your place while at work. Even while living on an acre of land and having all the protection you could want, some part of you craved the safety that Keegan provided your mind. His thumb begins to twitch the longer he stands in your doorway, “Can I.. come in now?”

The timbre of his voice sets a shiver running down your spine, “Yeah, yes, come in. I just finished making brownies.” An exhausted sigh escapes your mouth before it can be stopped. You almost want to tell him to ignore the flickering lights of the many candles you have set up, but he’s over here often enough to know that lights are used when the breaker flips on you unexpectedly.

Keegan smiles, nodding slowly, “I can tell, it smells good baby. They cooled off?” His chest presses against your back, heat seeping through the fabric of your sleep shirt. His nose almost grazing against the column of your neck. “And,” He lowers his voice. “I guess the brownies smell good too.”

Something sits heavily in your stomach, mistaking it for anxiety. Your fingers beginning to have a slight shake, white hot desire building in your veins. “Oh, stop it!” It comes off as forced. “How many girls do you say that to?”

The way his brows knit in confusion before unexpected humor rises again causes a pang of jealousy to build. “Just you, baby.” And it hits. Again. That gross feeling of not being enough for someone who isn’t yours.

“You sure have a way with words then. Might even have to restrict your access to my goods.” He stills, his eyes growing hard, you can barely see the muscles in his jaw flexing at your words. Keegan walks further into your house, settling himself in the kitchen as he ignores your poorly-made joke.

An awkward pause fills the kitchen as he pulls out one of your island chairs, the wood scraping against your flooring. “Keegan, I was joking.” He purses his lips, the outline of his tongue brushes against the front of his teeth.

The chair scoots in as you cross your arms, becoming agitated with his behavior. “Dude, chill. It was a joke,” You raise a brow at him, yours face twisting into something sour. “Keegan, fix the attitude or get out.” His expression smoothes itself out quickly, complacency filling in the gaps of receding anger.

“I don’t joke when it comes to you, sweet thing.” He locks eyes with you, framing his shoulders by setting his arms on the counter. A beat passes and he coughs, motioning for you to make him a plate. The motion feels natural for you both, almost too natural. The song and dance of neighbors was becoming something more.

It scared you if you were quite honest with yourself. Keegan watches you open up the cabinet, his eyes moving from raking across your tense back to looking directly into the camera you helped install. You didn’t know it had dual usage, and the feed had to be sent somewhere. It was just a matter of who intercepted the live-video along the way.

The slap of a leather glove against his back woke him up from daydreams about your body intertwined with his. His boss nagging him about reports and meetings he has to attend, “Yeah, I’ll get on it. They’ll be in by the time I leave.” Keegan waves off his boss passively, slipping back into fantasies of you.

Your eyes half-lidded in satisfaction the moment he thrusts into your cunt, a moan of approval falling from your lips when his teeth sink into the flesh of your neck. “Keep swallowing my cock into this pussy.”

A string of saliva slipping from his lips, Keegan pulls away from your neck hungrily. He could feel the tremors of your body beginning to subside, something he never planned on letting happen.

His hands grabbed your ankles, lifting up your legs and placing them next to his ears. “Yeah, you like having this stupid cunt bred. Wanna see you leaking and whining for my cum. God, you're so perfect when you take my cock like a slut. Never met a girl as perfect as you, you're literally made for taking me." He spits out, watching your eyes snap open when he ruts in sharply.

Keegan’s hips stall in place, the rhythmic clenching of your body around him is dizzying. His ears perking up when you whine about him being a tease, a wolfish smirk donning itself on his face. Brows raised in amusement when your hips roll upwards and into his body.

“Baby, calm down, I’ll fuck ya right in a moment.” He groans, slowly dragging his cock in and out of your warmth. Your ankles lock behind his skull, trapping his body inside yours.

Fiery, impassioned eyes glare into him from below, “Keegan.” “Keegan.” “Keegan Russ!”

His coworker shakes him awake harshly, instincts forcing him to immediately contort the person’s body into a hold. The palm of his right hand pushing their head away, adrenaline coursing through his veins. His vision clears up almost instantly, apologies rolling off his tongue.

He releases them with shaky hands, “Listen, I’m sorry dude, but you snuck up on me.” Keegan explains quickly while sitting back down in his office chair, the hinges squeaking from the adding of his weight. All allowances of forgiveness flow through his ear and out the other.

“It’s cool, just uh, stop staring at the wall like someone shot you.” Keegan’s muscles grow tight as the attempted joke. A forceful smile making its way onto his face.

“Yeah, sorry, just thinking about things.” He watches his coworker turn on his heel and walk out of the security room, keys jingling on a worn down carabiner.

“Oh, it’s just you,” you sigh softly, resting your head against the doorframe. “I thought it was him again.” His accent immediately calming your brain— spiked, frantic nerves settling into a steady hum of want within your body.