Something Wicked This Way Comes

Before reading, please make sure you’ve read the warnings and are okay with them. Also, keep in mind that this includes a bunch of medical misinformation due to Joel making up bullshit, so please don’t take any of it as factual, except for the fact that it’s important to do breast self-exams!!

When you first heard a man talking about Jackson, your initial reaction was: he must be out of his mind. There was no way a sustainable community still existed, one that welcomed strangers instead of killing them over two cans of peaches and a half-loaded rifle. A place with warm beds, hot showers, and real meals? It sounded like a fairytale, not something meant for the world you lived in. But then you arrived, just a week ago alongside your brother, and it turned out the rumors weren’t a cruel lie after all, Jackson was real.

It didn’t just exist, but it felt like a dream. One so delicate, so impossibly good, you were afraid to blink, terrified that if you did, it would all disappear… just a figment of your desperate imagination. People were kind and friendly in Jackson, the kids ran through the streets laughing, throwing snowballs like there wasn’t a brutal world just beyond the gates. It was organized, there was a functioning hospital with real doctors, engineers kept the hydroelectric plant running. There was a school with teachers. It was the closest thing you’d seen to the old world in a long, long time, and it scared the hell out of you.

Your brother had settled in just fine, it only took him two days to make friends, join the patrols, and prove himself useful around town. But for you… it wasn’t so easy. You were still waiting for the dream to break, waiting to wake up and find the walls torn open, overrun by infected. Waiting for a bigger, meaner group to find Jackson, and if you were lucky, they’d just kill everyone quickly.

Maria, the woman who seemed to run things around Jackson, had told you when you first arrived to stop by the hospital, get yourself checked up. After all, being out on the road for so long could do a number on your health, but the truth was, you’d barely left the house since you got here.

Joel was doing what he did every day, minding his own damn business. Patrol had taken a toll on his body, and now Tommy was on his case about getting the new houses built by the end of the week, which wouldn’t be such a problem if he wasn’t stuck working with people who’d never held a hammer in their damn lives.

But that’s when he saw you, crossing the gates of Jackson, and Jesus Christ, it had been a goddamn long time since he’d felt like this about anyone… Since he’d felt like a man. You looked a little roughed up, like you’d been on the road too long, worn down by it, but even then, your beauty was undeniable. Those piercing eyes, that mouth with lips that looked like they were made to be kissed, sucked, bitten. And your thighs, your hips… they didn’t look too soft or meaty, you looked like you hadn’t had a proper meal in weeks, but still, they looked just right, made to be held, to be grabbed, to feel them tight under him while he fucked the breath out of you.

Joel also noticed the guy standing next to you, tall, broad-shouldered, always keeping a close eye on you. He’d suddenly dropped whatever argument he was having with Tommy, his attention fixed on you both. One day, he said low and discreet, “Saw we got a few new folks in town.” Tommy nodded. “Found ’em on the road. Seem like good people. Just a guy and his younger sister.”

So that man wasn’t your boyfriend… good. That was better for Joel, easier to swallow. As the days passed, his obsession only grew, he saw your brother around town, always hanging with a group of other guys, but you… you were nowhere to be seen. Every evening, Joel would walk past your house, hoping for just a glimpse of you through the window, but the curtains were always drawn tight. It was clear you were struggling to settle in. Maria only confirmed his worries. “I’m worried about the girl,” she said once. “Told her to go see the doctor for a check-up, but she hasn’t been yet.”

Joel felt like an evil genius when the idea popped into his head. And yeah, maybe some people wouldn’t think it was the right thing to do, but God knew he was a lonely man, he’d been one for a long time, and he was so fucking done handling his own horniness by stroking his cock alone in bed every night thinking of you.

So what if he had to lie a little to get close to you? What if he had to make up a story, just a little one, so you’d finally look at him the way he needed? So you’d smile, so you’d let him in, so you’d let him touch you like he wanted. After all, there weren’t good people anymore in this world, sometimes you had to be a little shady to get what you wanted, and all Joel wanted was you, so really, who could judge a man for following his impulses and doing what he needed to do?

Joel spent the next few days scheming. He tracked your brother’s patrol shifts, searching for the perfect moment when you’d be alone at home, just you, no interruptions. He even managed to sneak a few medical supplies into a worn leather suitcase from the hospital, just typical stuff: a stethoscope, a thermometer, small details to make his act look real, convincing. Every piece carefully chosen, every step planned.

You woke up from the nap on the couch you were taking, groggy and disoriented, the muffled sound of sturdy knocking pulling you from sleep. You rubbed your eyes, and padded slowly to the door. On the other side stood a man in his mid-fifties, you’d guess. With salt-and-pepper hair brushing back from his temples and a beard peppered with white, his weathered face lined with the kind of creases that only came from a hard life. He looked rugged, capable… and completely unfamiliar.

“Afternoon,” he said, offering a big, polite smile that was all teeth.

“Afternoon,” you replied, your voice sounded a little shaky from the unexpected visit from a man you’d never seen before. “May I help you?”

“’M Doctor Miller,” he said, extending a calloused hand. You hesitated, just for a second, but then took it, his grip firm but not rough. “You’ve had us a little worried. Been expectin’ you at the clinic for a check-up.”

So that’s what this was about. You exhaled softly, relief mixing with irritation, you’d been avoiding that particular appointment, the last thing you wanted was to strip down under fluorescent lights and let strangers poke and prod you under the guise of care. Still… you didn’t know how to say no without sounding ungrateful, the people here had been kind since you arrived.

“I… didn’t think it was mandatory,” you said, voice soft but careful.

“It ain’t,” Joel replied, eyes narrowing just slightly like he was trying to read something behind your expression. “But when folks don’t show, we get concerned. S’not about rules. It’s about makin’ sure you’re all right.”

“I’ll… I’ll stop by soon. I promise.”

He gave you that same too-big smile, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, but sweets… ’m already here, ain’t I? So why don’t we kill two birds with one stone ‘nd go ahead with the check-up?” Before you could form an excuse, he stepped forward and crossed the threshold of your doorway.

“I-I don’t know. I really appreciate it, Dr. Miller, but—” You weren’t sure, you weren’t exactly comfortable, no matter how kind he looked… or how handsome he was.

“Nonsense, sweets.” His voice dropped its warmth, sounding colder now. He was already setting the leather case down on your coffee table, glancing around like he owned the place. “You can’t keep postponin’ your health. Check-ups are important, yeah?”

He stood in front of your couch, and made a subtle gesture with his hand for you to sit down. Something about the way he carried himself made it feel less like a suggestion and more like an order. You hesitated, but then slowly, you stepped toward the couch and sat, still unsure, but reasoning with yourself. Why not? A check-up wouldn’t hurt, and Dr. Miller seemed… nice enough. He’d gone out of his way to come see you, hadn’t he? It’d be rude to just turn him away. The people of Jackson had been nothing but kind and helpful since you arrived. You told yourself this was no different.

“Sit down, yeah?” he said, voice softer again now, almost coaxing. He knelt in front of the coffee table and opened the leather suitcase. From inside, he pulled a small flashlight and turned it on.

He leaned closer, almost too close, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips and chin as he reached up, his fingers rough but gentle, and took hold of your jaw with one large hand.

“Follow the light f’me, sweets,” he murmured, his voice was low, almost a purr. “Gotta check those reflexes.”

The flashlight flicked from side to side, you followed it with your eyes, but even in that brief movement, you couldn’t ignore the fact that his stare was hungry, like he was memorizing every inch of it.

“You’ve got beautiful eyes,” a smirk crept onto his lips as he caught the blush blooming across your cheeks. “Very good reflexes too,” he added with a playful tone, gently pinching your cheek between his fingers before letting go.

He turned back to his suitcase, taking his time as he reached for the next item. “Alright,” he drawled, pulling out a small digital thermometer and holding it between two fingers like it was something far more intimate. “Open those pretty lips f’me now… yeeeaah, jus’like that. Thaaassit.”

As he slowly guided the thermometer into your mouth, his breath hitched. He prayed you wouldn’t notice the way his body betrayed him… the thick, pulsing erection straining against the front of his jeans. Because fuck, watching your plush lips part obediently, the way they wrapped around the slim shaft of plastic… it was too easy to imagine you taking something else between them.

His jaw tensed as he tried not to groan, all he could think about now was your mouth stretched wide around his cock, those soft lips soaked with spit, your eyes looking up at him while he gripped your hair tight and pushed deeper until you were gagging on the weight of his length, until tears blurred those beautiful eyes he’d just praised.

God, looking down at you like that, so sweet, so trusting, sitting pretty on the couch while he held the thermometer between your lips… it did things to him. You looked up at him with those wide, innocent eyes, completely unaware of the filth running rampant in his head, it was almost too much.

The thermometer beeped. “Ninety-eight degrees,” he muttered, pretending to check the screen while he offered you another one of those charming smiles. “Healthy as a horse.”

He reached back into his bag and pulled out the stethoscope next. His hand went straight to the hem of your shirt without hesitation. “Gonna need to undo this… just a few buttons, alright?” he said casually, but he didn’t wait for a yes, his fingers were already working through the first three buttons before you could even react.

And there it was that little peek of your black bra beneath the open fabric. Joel saw it instantly, he noticed the way it hugged your chest, the contrast of the fabric against your skin. He hummed low under his breath, satisfied, his gaze staying on you longer than necessary before he cleared his throat.

“Now this might be a lil’ cold, sweets. Be brave f’me,” he said as he pressed the cold metal of the stethoscope right against the valley of your chest.“Take a big breath f’me now.” He added.

You obeyed without question, slowly letting your lungs get filled with air and holding it, your chest rising beautifully beneath that open shirt, the curve of your breasts subtly moving behind the black lace of your bra. Joel’s eyes were fully focused onto the bare skin exposed to him, transfixed by every breath, every tiny movement. The way your chest expanded, the soft bounce as you exhaled… fuck, it was too much. The thick line of his cock hard against his front of his pants, throbbing, aching, desperate to have some relief. The image burned into his mind, how you’d feel wrapped around him, warm and wet, completely unaware of just how badly he wanted to ruin you.

“Is everything okay, Dr. Miller?” you asked, your voice denoted innocent concern.

Joel blinked once, dragging his gaze back up to your face. “Mhm,” he hummed, retrieving the stethoscope and slipping it back into his bag. “Lungs are sound. You’re a mighty healthy young lady.”

“Is that it, then?” you asked softly.

He shook his head, giving you that easy, charming smile again. “’Fraid not, sweets. Got a few questions for you next. Just routine, nothin’ to worry about. That okay with you?”

You gave a little nod, and he settled in just a bit closer, his eyes still shamelessly dragging overyour entire body, already imagining the answers he wanted to hear.

“Aight then,” he said casually while clicking a pen in his hand. “You been feelin’ any pain lately? Anythin’ that don’t feel quite right?”

You shook your head. “No… I’m feeling fine.”

“Good. That’s good.” He gave a small nod, as if he was just ticking boxes in his mind. Then, with the same steady tone, he asked, “What about your cycle? Your period?”

Your eyes went wide slightly, caught off guard by the bluntness of it. Joel didn’t miss it, of course he didn’t, his lips curled faintly as he added quickly, “No need to be shy now, sweets. ‘M a professional. This here’s a safe, confidential space. Just me ‘nd you.”

You swallowed, shifting a little on the couch. “M-my period is… it’s fine.” You weren’t used to talking about something so personal with someone you barely knew, especially not a man, but you reminded yourself: he’s a doctor, he’s just doing his job.

“All good? No cramps? You regular?” he continued, his tone was calm, but his gaze stayed fixed on you, studying how you twitched from discomfort like it fascinated him.

“Y-yes. It’s all good,” you said again, forcing a smile.

He tilted his head slightly, then asked, “‘Nd what stage you in right now?”

“S-stage?”

“Yeah, sweets. Are you bleedin’? Or ovulatin’, maybe?”

You hesitated, feeling your cheeks warming. “I-I think I’m ovulating.”

Joel made a low hum, almost like a sound of approval. His smile deepened. “Ovulatin’, huh?” he repeated. “That’s good. That’s real good.”

You weren’t quite sure why he sounded so pleased. “Why’s that?” you asked pulling your brows together.

Joel chuckled, as if you being clueless amused him. “Oh, sweets, you been doin’ your breast checks, right?”

“Breast checks?” you repeated, confusion taking over your body.

“Yeah. Self-exams,” he said, almost fatherly. “Touchin’ your breasts, feelin’ around for lumps, any changes in texture or size. ’S important. Breast cancer’s no joke, sweets. Ain’t somethin’ to ignore.”

“B-breast cancer?” The words hit like cold water. You’d never even considered it, not with everything else going on when you had do survive day by day in the outside world, who had time to think about that?

But Joel was already nodding. “Don’tcha worry, now. We can do it together. I’ll show you how, ’s quick.” His hands moved without hesitation, reaching for the rest of the buttons on your shirt, fingers working with grace.

“D-Dr. Miller… I’m not sure—” You shifted back instinctively, trying to bring your arms up between you, but he was already loosening the fabric.

“Shhh, ’s alright.” His tone was coaxing. “You trust me, don’tcha? This is for your health. I’ve done this with plenty o’patients before.”

Before you could fully register it, before you could think clearly enough to say no, he’d slipped the shirt from your shoulders, exposing your bra-clad chest to the cool air and his heavy gaze. You felt yous cheeks getting even more red, but he didn't even noticed, his eyes were too focused on your bra.

He hummed pleasingly "Bra's gonna have to go too for the exam." His colloused rough hands made their way to your back, easily uncalsping your bra and throwing it away somewhere.

Joel’s mouth nearly watered when he caught the sight of your chest, the puffiness of your breasts exposed made his breath stop. It’d been so long since he’d last seen a pair of tits in the flesh, not a still image on old paper from a magazine, not some fading memory… this was living, breathing flesh. He watched the way they rose and fell with each nervous breath, how the cool air had already coaxed your nipples to go stiff.

“D-Do they look alright, Dr. Miller?” you asked timidly.

He took a slow breath through his nose. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Lookin’ real healthy, sweets. Real fine pair you’ve got.”

A flicker of heat bloomed in your stomach, twisting with something that felt like shame, or was it confusion? Was this how a check-up usually went? It didn’t sound right, but you couldn’t be sure, pre-outbreak medicine was a fuzzy memory now for you, you were too little to remember that. Still, he was kind, gentle… professional, right? And he looked so sure of what he was doing.

“Course, I can’t be certain just by lookin’,” he added smoothly, moving his hands closer to your body again. “Gotta feel em too for any lumps, any irregularities. Standard procedure.”

And before the words even settled in, his hands were on you. One cupped each breast, his palms felt warmer against your skin. It wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t soft either, the strength of his grip felt practiced, like he knew exactly what he wanted. His thumbs pressed into the softness, spreading and pushing your breasts together, letting them bounce in his hands as he worked them like something meant to be studied and enjoyed.

“Won’tcha look at that,” he muttered, almost internally. “Fit perfect in my hands… just how they should.” He gave them another squeeze, his eyes locked on the movement like he was hypnotized. “You feelin’ this, sweets? This is what you’re s’posed to do, press, roll, check for anythin’ outta place. But you? You’re all soft… tender. Just right.”

You sat still beneath him, wide-eyed and warm all over, letting him explore as he pleased. Joel couldn’t believe how goddamn pretty you looked so obedient and flushed, letting him handle you without protest, it lit something hot in his gut. His thumbs circled slowly over your nipples, making them stiffened up under his touch, and when you gasped softly, lips parting just a little, he didn’t hesitate, he leaned in, pinching one sensitive peak between his fingers with a soft pull.

“Attagirl,” he whispered, watching your reaction. “Sensitive there, huh?”

“D-Dr. Miller!” you gasped, shaken by the sudden sharp tug of his fingers.

“I know, I know, sweets,” Joel drawled, his was deep and soothing. “I know they’re sensitive… that’s why I gotta check ’em real thorough. Nipples tell me a lot, y’know? All part of makin’ sure you’re healthy.”

He didn’t wait for you to argue, just kept rolling the tight peaks between his fingers, pinching a little harder now, just enough to make your breath hitch. His touch was rougher this time, greedy almost, thumbs rubbing over your soft buds until they ached under the attention. Then, he leaned down without warning, his tongue barely tasting you, it was just a tease at first, a quick lap over one nipple, watching your reaction like he was testing your limits. But when you didn’t pull back, just sat there flushed and breathing harder, he took it as permission, and so he latched on fully, mouth encircling your nipple and sucking gently, then a little harder, the wetness of his tongue drawing a tremble from deep inside your cunt.

You whimpered when he bit, just a little, a flash of teeth against tender skin that had you clenching your thighs. He didn’t stop, just switched to the other breast like he couldn’t stand to leave it unattended, devouring you slowly with his lips and his tongue working your tits with unspoken hunger, like he was enjoying every second.

“D-Dr. Miller… is this… is this part of the exam?” you managed to whisper, both confused and aroused at the same time.

Joel pulled back with his lips wet “‘Course it is, sweets,” he brushed his thumb over the nipple he’d just kissed. “Gotta check sensitivity… tongue’s perfect for that. You’re doin’ so good f’me. Lemme finish takin’ care of you, yeah?”

You gave a small, shaky nod, but you couldn’t ignore the way your panties clung to you now, they were damp, sticky where your swollen cunt pressed into the fabric, heat pooling deep in your core. It was humiliating, getting turned on during something that was supposed to be a routine procedure, but the way Joel had sucked on your breast, the heat that bloomed from his mouth, the scrape of his teeth, the pressure of his tongue… it had left you wanting more. He caught it, of course he did, he saw he way your thighs had started to press together, your hips slighly shifting like you were trying to find relief without giving yourself away.

“Aw, what’s this?” His tone still full ofthat false professionalism, but you could hear the edge of amusement bleeding through. “You gettin’ a little worked up, sweets?”

“I–I—It’s not… not what it looks like,” you stammered, mortified.

Joel let out a quiet and low chuckle. “Relax. It’s a completely normal biological response,” he said smoothly, his hand giving your tits one last slow, deliberate squeeze before pulling away. “Some nerves get stimulated, hormones get movin’… happens all the time. ’M a professional, remember?”

You swallowed hard, nodding again, though your eyes had dropped to the floor, too embarrassed to look at him in the eyes. You crossed your arms quickly, hugging yourself, trying to hide your bare chest.

“Your tits,” Joel said, standing tall again. “They’re perfect. Healthy as can be.”

“G-good,” you whispered, curling in on yourself slightly, the warmth between your legs now less shameful and more unbearable, your body betraying you no matter how hard you tried to stay composed.

“Although…” Joel’s voice lowered, taking on a more serious edge. “There’s somethin’ else I’m a little concerned about.”

You blinked at him, caught off guard. “What is it?”

He looked at you with that same calm authority. “Are you sexually active?”

“W–what?” you echoed, feeling your heart skipping a beat.

“Sexually active, sweets,” he repeated, his voice was steady. “Are you havin’ sex? Anyone been inside you recently?” His hand reached forward, not rough, but firm, pulling your arms away from where you were shielding your chest. “Is someone fuckin’ that sweet little pussy?”

You gasped, that word… pussy… coming from a doctor, from him, it sounded so filthy. Was that even a question doctors asked? Was that relevant? But if Dr. Miller was asking, there had to be a reason, right?

He watched you hesitate. “Answer me.”

“N-no,” you whispered. “Not… not lately.”

“But you’ve done it before, haven’t you?” he asked. “Or is that cunt still untouched?”

“I–I’ve done it before,” your eyes falling to the floor, humiliated by the question, and more humiliated by how your body responded to it.

Joel nodded slowly. “There’s no shame in it. ‘M not asking to be inappropriate.” His thumb brushed lightly over your forearm, almost in a reassuring way. “But I need to know. These things matter, sweets. You could be carrying a sexually transmitted disease, ’nd not know it.”

“I… I don’t think I do,” you murmured, your voice felt so small. “I feel fine.”

Joel tilted his head. “STDs can be silent, sweets. You’d be surprised how many go undetected until they’ve already caused damage. You’d never know unless someone checked.”

You hesitated. “I–I’ve only been with one person. And… it was a while ago. I think I’m okay.”

His hand gently squeezed your knee, grounding you, but also making it impossible to forget how close he was. “Sweets,” he said sounding more firm but not unkind, “’M the professional here. Lemme be the one to make that call.”

Your throat went dry. “H-how do you… check for that?”

Joel gave you a slow, almost reassuring smile. “Gotta do a full inspection.” He didn’t blink. “So here’s what we’ll do, why don’t you go ahead and lie back f’me, alright? ’Nd slip those panties down nice and slow.”

You still felt unsure, it was all happening too fast, your mind was struggling to catch up. A doctor, in your home, talking about breast cancer, about STDs, asking intimate questions, sucking your breasts, and now telling you to undress…

Joel’s voice cut through your daze. “‘S alright,” he was already reaching for the button of your jeans. “Lemme help you out.”

You didn’t stop him, your body stayed soft and still, as his rough fingers popped the button open and dragged the denim down your thighs. His eyes never left you, he was watching the way your skin revealed itself to him inch by inch. He paused when you were left in just your panties, Joel wasn’t an impatient man, he’d always believed in the value of taking one’s time, especially when the reward was worth it. But it had been too long since he’d seen a cunt in real life, and he’d been thinking about yours since you stepped in Jackson. With one fluid motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugged them down, they slipped past your knees, down your calves, finally pooling around your ankles.

“Go on,” he said softly, coaxing your thighs apart with a firm hand. “Open up a lil f’me, sweets. Gotta make sure I can see what I’m workin’ with.”

Your breath caught as his hands guided your legs apart, wide enough that the cool air hit your most sensitive skin, leaving you exposed, completely bare before him.

Joel let out a slow exhale, in a quiet rumble he said: “Damn, now that’s a sight worth waitin’ for.”

You looked so goddamn tempting, it knocked the breath right out of him. Joel had never been this turned on before, hell, not even when he was a teenager and just hearing the word “tits” would’ve had him pitching a tent. But this? This was on a whole other level. The way your cheeks were flushed pink, your chest rising and falling fast, your tits full and heaving, and that bare, glistening pussy between your thighs… so puffy, wet, and begging for attention.

He cleared his throat, trying to keep the strain out of his voice. “Everythin’s lookin’ good… at first glance,” he muttered. “But now comes the physical exam.”

“P-physical?” you echoed, already breathless.

“Mhm,” he hummed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Can’t exactly rule out infections without gettin’ my hands a little dirty, now can I?”

You gasped when his fingers brushed over your cunt, just barely, nothing but a whisper of touch, but it lit you up like electricity. You had to bite your lip to swallow the moan threatening to spill out. Joel’s fingertips ghosted along your folds, parting them with precise movements, spreading you open like he had all the time in the world. You were soaked, the slick was gathering thick between your thighs. He didn’t need to warm you up, your body had done that all on its own, eager and responsive, so he slipped one thick finger in, feeling your heat wrap tight around him, your walls fluttering like they were grateful to be touched.

“Goddamn,” he whispered, his eyes locked on how your pussy swallowed his finger as he started to move it in and out, testing how easily you took him. “You’re already clenchin’ round me like you don’t wanna let go.”

“D-Dr. Miller!” you gasped, trying and failing not to let the moan slip from your throat.

“Shhh,” he soothed you with amusement. “Workin’, sweets. Gotta make sure this pretty pussy’s in good shape.”

His finger moved in slow circles inside your pussy, the pad of his finger stroking your inner walls like he was mapping every soft ridge, and then without warning, he pushed a second finger in. You were tight but soaking, your slick making it effortless for him to stretch you open. You whimpered at the fullness, and then cried out when he curled those fingers just right, finding that spongy, sensitive spot that made your hips jerk.

“There it is,” he muttered with a dark chuckle. “Jesus, sweets… you’re squeezin’ the life outta me. Can’t do a proper exam if this cunt keeps suckin’ my fingers in like that.”

His filthy words only made it worse, your walls clenched again, fluttering helplessly around him. You felt so exposed, so overwhelmed, the heat kept rising to your face as shame and arousal tangled deep in your belly.

“D-Do I… do I have anything wrong?” you managed to ask, the concern still clinging to you even as your body betrayed you, arching into his touch.

Joel didn’t answer at first, he just started pumping his fingers in and out, in a steady rhythm, always hitting that spot every time he pushed back in.

“Everythin’ looks good so far,” He sounded rough as he lazily thrust his fingers one last time before slipping them out. “Your pussy’s soft… warm like it should be. ’nd gettin’ slick all on her own. That’s a real good sign, sweets. You gonna make some lucky bastard very happy one day with a cunt like this.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, torn between the throb of pleasure building in your core and the burning embarrassment climbing up your neck.

He didn’t stop. “Don’t find pussy like this every day… so fuckin’ tight. Hell, like a goddamn fist. This thing’s easily a ten outta ten…” He let the silence hang, just long enough to make you wonder… and then. “…Although.”

Your eyes opened slowly. “…W-What, Dr. Miller?”

He met your gaze, steady and unreadable. “Well,” he said casually, “I’d have to taste it to be sure.”

Your breath hitched. “Taste…?”

“Mhm.” He nodded like it was nothing, like this was just protocol. “A proper taste. With my tongue. Gotta make sure there’s no off smell, no odd flavor. That can be a sign of infection, y’know? Might not show up on the surface.”

You hesitated, feeling your mind buzzing, but Joel just waited, calm and unbothered, like a man who’d already made the decision for you. And… he was the doctor, not you, he’d gone to med school for this, he knew what he was doing. So you nodded, small and uncertain, but enough for him to proceed.

Joel didn’t waste another second, he dipped his head down, and the first thing you felt was the hot, humid drag of his breath ghosting over your soaked cunt. Then the slicknes of his tongue, starting at your entrance and slowly gliding up your slit until it flicked your clit with a hungry swipe. He groaned into you like he was the one being touched, one lick wasn’t nearly enough, he dove back in, tongue flattening against your folds before he began lapping at your pussy with filthy enthusiasm, no hesitation, no shame, just desperate, starved need. He slurped and sucked, swallowing every bit of slick you gave him, like he was trying to get drunk on it.

“Dr… Dr. Miller—i-is it okay?” you asked, your voice sounding breathless and shaky.

He pulled back, his chin was wet with you. “Oh, sweets…” he rasped. “This pussy? Ain’t no fuckin’ 10 outta 10.”

Your stomach dropped. “N-no? What’s wrong? Did you find something?”

Joel’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “This pussy’s a goddamn 20 outta 10. Addictive as hell. Got one little taste and now I can’t stop.” He punctuated it with a filthy, teasing suck to your clit, making you cry out and jolt in place. “You think you’re ready for another test, sweets?” he asked.

You nodded before you could stop yourself. “W-what kind of test?”

“Well…” he drawled, kissing your inner thigh. “I gotta check the sensitivity of those nerve endings real good. Make sure everythin’s workin’ the way it should. I’m gonna eat this pretty pussy til you give me a proper orgasm. That sound alright?”

“An-an orgasm?” you repeated trembling. “A-Are you sure, Dr. Miller? I don’t think that’s—”

“Yes, sweets,” he interrupted firmly. “An orgasm. What’s wrong? Don’t trust me now?”

“N-no! I trust you, I do…” you rushed to say, feeling your cheeks burning. “It’s just… I’ve never heard of this kind of exam before…”

Joel gave you a slow, almost patronizing smile. “I know, sweets. That’s ‘cause most doctors wouldn’t even know what to do with a pussy like this. But I promise you, it’s very standard practice in my hands.” He licked his lips. “Now… can I continue?”

You gave him a small, shaky nod. That was all he needed, he dove right back in. His tongue found your clit instantly, giving it a slow, languid lick before sealing his lips around it and sucking hard. Your spine arched off the couch, a desperate cry catching in your throat, but he didn’t let up, he alternated between torturously slow flicks of his tongue and rough, greedy pulls that had your hips jerking, your thighs shaking around his head.

“Oh—oh, Dr. Miller, that’s—oh God!” you gasped, shame burning hot in your cheeks as your body betrayed you, letting your hips rock up into his mouth, your cunt soaking his tongue with every hungry stroke.

“That’s it, sweets,” he said against your dripping heat. “Let it all go f’me. This pussy tastes like heaven… be a good girl and give Dr. Miller that orgasm.”

He fucked you with his tongue in deep strokes, his nose pressed to your clit as he devoured you like a man on a mission. His tongue pushed in and out of your soaked hole while his mouth kept working, messily and hungrily, until your thighs were trembling around his head. A few more filthy sucks on your swollen clit and it hit you, your orgasm ripped through you like a lightning strike, so intense it made your toes curl.

Joel finally pulled back, his salt-and-pepper beard glistening with your slick, and he licked his bottom lip like he was savoring the last drops of something too good to let it go to waste.

“H-how’d I do on the exam?” you asked in a shaky breath, struggling to get air from the intensity of your climax.

He smirked. “You passed with flyin’ colors. Those nerve endings are real sharp, sweets. And you… you look like a fuckin’ angel when you cum.”

You would’ve blushed if your face wasn’t already burning. Embarrassment swelled in your chest, and instinctively you tried to close your legs.

“Ah-ah.” Joel’s volume dropped. “Did I say you could close your legs? Don’t be shy now. Exam ain’t over yet.”

“Th-there’s more?” you asked. What else could there be? He’d already fingered you, tasted you, made you cum…

“Oh yeah, sweets,” he drawled. “See, elasticity’s just as important. I know you could take my fingers, and they’re pretty damn thick, if I do say so, but I need to know for sure you can handle somethin’ longer and thicker. That’s crucial.”

“W-what do you mean by… longer and thicker?” your voice was barely a whisper, part of you knowing the answer.

Joel just chuckled, as his fingers moved to undo his belt. The sound of the buckle clinking made your heart skip, and your eyes dropped, his pants were already stained with pre-cum, a big, dark, sticky patch from how much he’d been leaking and creaming just from tasting and playing with your soaked pussy.

“Need to make sure you can take cock, sweets,” he said. “Real cock. Not some sad little inch from a boy who don’t know what to do with it.”

Joel let his pants drop to the floor, and the second you saw what he’d been hiding, your breath caught in your throat. Your lips parted in stunned silence as you took in the sheer size of him. Calling him big would be the understatement of the century, that thing between his legs was massive. His cock stood proud and thick, his shaft decorated with pulsing veins and his tip was flushed angry red, glistening with arousal like it had been waiting for this moment for too long.

He spit into his hand, then wrapped his fist around his cock and gave it a few lazy strokes, the wet sound making your thighs clench. “You ready for it, sweets?” he asked like a warning and a promise all in one. “You’re in for one hell of a stretch.”

“Dr. Miller… I-I don’t know…” you stammered, glancing between his cock and your own trembling body. “It’s too big. I don’t think I can…”

“Hey.” He sounded gentler now, but still rough around the edges. “Don’t be scared. Pussy’s made to stretch. ’Nd yours?” He gave himself another pump. “Yours was fuckin’ built to take this cock. I’ll make it fit. You just relax ’nd let me show you.”

Before you could get another word out, Joel had already lined the fat, swollen head of his cock up to your entrance. He didn’t even have to push, your pussy was practically sucking him in, but when he did press forward, a broken little cry slipped from your lips. His tip breached you, forcing your slick heat to stretch wide around the thick crown. It burned with a delicious, overwhelming sting that lit up your nerves and had your body twitching as it tried to adjust to the impossible stretch of him.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweets,” Joel groaned ragged. “Ain’t never felt anythin’ this tight. This pussy’s one of a fuckin’ kind.”

He was in heaven, his cock finally buried in something warm, wet, real. After too many lonely nights and too many empty fists, this was paradise, and it was too good to hold back. With a low growl, he gave one rough thrust, burying all of himself inside you in one deep, punishing stroke, balls flush against your ass as he bottomed out.

“Dr. Miller! F-fuck!” you whimpered, your eyes went wide and teary as you tried to breathe through the sheer fullness, your pussy pulsing around every thick, twitching inch of him.

Joel might’ve meant to give you a second to adjust, hell, he swore he would, but the moment he felt your cunt gripping him like a vice, all thoughts of patience went out the window, his brain short-circuited. He pulled out nearly to the tip, then slammed back in with a grunt, hips snapping forward hard. Then again and again, each thrust was more aggressive, more desperate than the last, his cock punching deep into your slick heat like it was the only thing that had ever mattered.

“F-fuck, sweets,” he gasped, barely holding himself together. “You feel too fuckin’ good. Oh, what the hell are you doin’ to me?”

“D-Dr. Miller—f-feels so—so good,” you whimpered with every sharp plunge of his hips.

“Ohhh yeah,” Joel groaned. “This pussy’s got a damn good grip… stretchin’ out real nice f’me. That’s it. That’s how a good pussy’s meant to be… tight, warm, and takin’ it.”

His heavy balls, slick and wet from the mess leaking out of you, were smacking against your ass, the sound was obscene and echoing around the room, a wet rhythm that matched the ragged moans pouring from both your mouths.

“Yeah, sweets?” Joel rasped, panting hard above you. “You feel that? Feel me deep? Tell Dr. Miller exactly how his cock’s makin’ you feel.”

You could barely breathe, barely think, but you managed through moans and gasps to reply. “F-feels deep… l-like in my belly… and—and I’m so full, s-so full…”

Joel grabbed hold of your legs, his big hands lifting them high and folding them over his broad shoulders, the new angle had him driving deeper, and your breath hitched at the overwhelming stretch. “You feel me deeper now, huh?” he growled.

You nodded frantically, gasping as one of his hands moved to your belly, pressing against the firm bulge of his cock slamming into you. The extra pressure he was applying made you cry out, your back arching as pleasure ricocheted through your entire body. And he nearly lost his mind when he saw the outline forming in your tummy, his cock visibly stretching you from the inside, he couldn’t get enough of the way your body molded around him, squeezing him tight, holding him like you never wanted to let go.

“Look at that,” Joel rasped. “See where I am? That’s me, right up against your fuckin’ cervix, sweets. Deep in this perfect little body.”

You were too cock-drunk to respond, your mind was hazy with nothing but him. Joel’s cock was battering some spot inside you that had your legs trembling, your toes curling, your brain going static from the pleasure.

“Hey,” Joel grunted, slamming in harder to yank you back from the edge. “Focus. Last test now. You need to gimme one more orgasm. Need to feel this pussy clench up tight with my cock this time. Gotta make sure you’re really healthy.”

You nodded, unable to do anything else, Joel’s fingers dropped between your thighs, finding your soaked clit, he rubbed rough, fast circles matching the steady, brutal rhythm of his thrusts and it didn’t take long, you broke with a scream as your orgasm tore through you, your cunt pulsing around him, milking his cock with desperate, needy squeezes.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, tipping his head back. “Just like that. That’s what I needed.”

Joel growled feral, like something barely human. His hands locked onto your hips with bruising strength, fingers digging into your flesh as he slammed up into you with punishing force. You cried out, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes, maybe a little from pain, but mostly from the sheer overwhelm of it, of him, of the way he was wrecking your pussy with every desperate thrust. He was chasing his release, starving for it, and with the way your cunt kept fluttering around him, hot and soaked and gripping him like it didn’t want to let go, he didn’t stand a chance.

At this point, the head of his cock was pounding deep against your cervix, bruising it with every merciless thrust “Shhh,” he cooed. “I know ’s a lot, but you can take it, sweets. You’re doin’ fuckin’ amazin’ in this test.”

“Ah… ah!!! Dr. Miller!” you sobbed.

His fingers brushed the tears from your cheek, gentle for a quick moment, before his hips slammed into you harder than before, like he wasn’t letting you go for anything.

“Just a lil more, ’m almost there,” he groaned. “Last part of the test is seein’ how this sweet pussy can take a big load. ’S very important.” He moaned, “Oh goddamn, you’re cuttin’ off my cock’s blood flow, sweets.”

You squirmed beneath him, your body instinctively clenching around his as he kept pounding with a fierce, almost violent intensity.“Fuck-fuck, gonna cum—”

He drove in one final time, burying himself balls deep, cock twitching as he came hard, like he hadn’t had a proper release in years. You gasped at the feeling of the thick, molten ropes of cum spilling inside you, coating your walls and filling you up to the brim. You whimpered as he slowly pulled out, he was watching in a daze as his cum spilled from your used and abused hole in lazy drips, wetting the couch beneath you.

“Look at that,” he said watching your hole flutter around nothing. “Pretty pussy’s tryin’ to keep it all in, yeah, that’s real fuckin’ good, sweets. Means your body’s workin’ just right. Strong breedin’ instincts, just the way it should be.”

“S-So… how was the test, Dr. Miller?” you asked through a dazed smile.

Joel looked down at you with dark, satisfied eyes. “Oh, you exceeded, sweets,” he said, giving your thigh a possessive squeeze. “But just to be thorough… I’ll need to schedule a follow-up next week.”

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A/N: I was totally on a roll writing this, it ended up longer than I thought it would cause I just couldn’t stop writing, barely got any sleep last night cause I stayed up all night to finish it, I already had most of it planned out in my head and I was so motivated I couldn’t stop until it was done😭 I could definitely spend more time polishing it, but honestly? I proof-read it once and I kinda like how it turned out, so I decided to just drop it like this.

It’s my first time writing something a little more on the dark-ish side, so I really hope you all enjoy it!! And if you do, your comments, reblogs, and likes make me extra happy. Thank you so much for all the support🩷🩷

You've been dating Clint for a few months and his buddy, Joel, often came to hang out at his place. The men were about the same age, both older, both handsome as hell, but Joel never seemed to be interested in you.

At first you were fine with it, you were his friend’s woman after all, but his indifference soon started rubbing you the wrong way. Why would he look through you sometimes, as if you were not there? Didn’t he think you were hot? Or at least deserving of something other than a fleeting glance?

Driven by spite, you started doing everything to get the man’s attention. Wearing tiny shorts and tight tops around him worked wonders - he blushed like a teenager and stammered a shaky ‘Howdy’ whenever you opened the door to him.

Clint saw through your games, but didn’t mind them at all. Even better, he seemed to rail you harder after Joel’s visits.

It’s a usual night at Clint’s place. You two are chilling on the couch, his heavy arm around your shoulder, Joel‘s sitting in a lazy boy nearby. The men are sipping beers and watching some old action movie.

Not interested in the plot, you’re scrolling through Tumblr, and of course, at one point, a porn gif graces your dash. Clint notices it and hums, watching a guy eat a girl out on your screen. You feel his lips at your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck.

”Gonna do it to you tonight.”

You smile and bite your lip, shooting him a glance that screams ‘Yes, please!” His voice and his promise are enough to get you hot and bothered.

You put your phone away, cuddle up closer to your boyfriend and rest your bent leg on his thigh. Clint growls and bucks his hips, a huge bulge in his pants impossible to miss, and you gush, ogling it with hunger. It reminds you of the previous night — Clint’s hard cock fucking your mouth, then stretching your pussy so well, his sweat dripping on your bouncing tits. You squirm next to him and Clint hums, sensing your arousal.

He’s barely watching the movie now - his palms are sliding up and down your naked arms and thighs, his breathing is deep and heavy.

He gets ballsy and, not minding Joel sitting nearby, sneaks his hand under your shorts. His thick finger dips into the pool between your folds and he gruffs,

“Fuck, baby.” He immediately brings his hand to his mouth and licks your juices off, making you bite your lip at the sight of his tongue sliding over the glistening digit.

Joel hears Clint’s groans and turns his head in your direction. He doesn’t realise that his buddy is being a horny menace and continues watching the movie.

Clint keeps playing with you - presses kisses to your face and neck, kneads your tit under the top and squeezes your asscheek. By the time he cups your pussy over your shorts, soaking them with your slick, you’ve turned into a complete mess, desperate for any stimulation.

“Need you,” you whisper against his cheek and he rasps quietly, “I got you, baby.”

Not making you wait, he shoves his hand into your shorts, quickly finds his way to your wet hole and pushes two fingers inside.

You swallow a moan, your eyes set on Joel, sitting close, oblivious to the fact that his friend is knuckles deep in your cunt. Clint starts moving his digits in and out, curling them and skillfully bringing you higher to your peak with every stroke.

“Fuck,” you murmur, feeling yourself getting close, and push your face into Clint’s neck, in hopes of hiding the whimpers, crawling up your throat.

“Let it go, babygirl,” Clint whispers and you do. You come, pulsating on his fingers, your eyes squeezed shut. The orgasm is rippling through your body in waves as you’re clinging to Clint’s huge body. When your climax starts to dissipate, you kiss his cheek and give him a satisfied smile.

Your breathing is slowly coming back to normal but then it hitches, when all of a sudden Clint asks,

“Hey, Joel, do you like eating pussy?”

You stare at your boyfriend with your eyes widened, and then at his friend.

Joel furrows his brows and looks at Clint with a mixture of bewilderment and amusement.

“Scuse me?”

“You heard me, do you like giving head?”

“Fuck off, Clint,” Joel chuckles and returns his attention to the tv, but you don’t miss a slight blush of his cheeks.

Drunk on endorphins, you surprise even yourself when you push, “Do you?”

Joel locks eyes with you, but you’re not backing down. You raise your brows and stare at him with defiance.

“Yeah, we wanna know.” Clint sneers and shoots you a proud glance. Joel glares at the two of you now, but he probably knows well that Clint won’t let it go, so he replies with a shrug,

“Not really.”

Now it's Clint’s turn to be surprised.

“What? Why?”

“Dunno, not my thing.”

Joel takes a sip of his beer and clears his throat.

He’s always been reserved so you know he would never talk about his sexual life like that. The beer must be coursing through his veins, loosening his tongue.

“Is it ‘real men don’t do it’ bullshit?” You don’t hide disgust in your voice and Clint retorts,

“The manliest thing ever. What the fuck, Joel?”

“You know, what I think,” you turn to Clint with your brows pulled together, “Maybe he just hasn’t met the right person.”

“Or the right pussy,” Clint smirks and you giggle.

Joel’s beet red at this point, his eyes glued to the bottle in his hands, and you start feeling a little bad for the guy. Clint doesn’t seem to care. He’s giddy with excitement when he pulls you close and whispers in your ear,

“How about we introduce him to the right pussy?”

You blink a few times and then your lips curve into a mischievous smile.

“He just needs a good role model,” Clint says, sitting up next to you and pulling your shorts down and off your legs. His eyes are set on Joel, whose brows are getting lost in his hairline when he sees what his buddy is doing.

“This is insane,” Joel groans but doesn’t leave, doesn’t move at all. His body is frozen, his gaze is sliding over your naked ass and thighs.

“You ok with it?” he asks, locking eyes with you and you nod eagerly, biting your lower lip, turned on by the depravity of what’s about to happen. It’s impossible to deny - you’ve craving Joel’s mouth on you. Or his cock stuffing your hole.

You’re dripping and trembling with lust, ready to see what your boyfriend is going to do to you in front of the other man.

“She wants you,” Clint assures his friend, getting up and motioning for you to lie down on the couch.

“Looking like a slut when you’re around. She needs that extra cock. Right, baby?”

Your chest heaves as you whisper a soft ‘yeah’ and Joel rubs his scruffy cheek, hiding a lopsided smile.

Clint sits down at your bent legs and spreads your thighs with his big hands.

“Look at her, Joel. She’s too hot not to share.”

You smile at his praise and pull your top off revealing your naked breasts, presenting yourself to the men fully.

Joel adjusts his bulge with a curse and Clint whispers ‘good girl’ before leaning closer to palm your tit, making you whimper.

“But..,” he raises his brow and turns to Joel, ”this pussy’s for eating. Not only fucking.”

Clint pushes your thighs further apart and presses his hand to your folds. He massages them with his wide palm, spreading your slick over your heated skin, and you moan loudly, relishing the pressure on your cunt.

“Fuckin hell,” Joel murmurs and turns more to the couch.

“Hotter than hell,” Clint smirks and brings his lips to your inner thigh. He slowly drags them to your centre and lightly pecks your folds, tickling you with his facial hair. You bite your lip and start kneading your breast.

“Always start slow, Joel. Little kisses here and there.”

“Jeez, I know how to give head, Clint,” Joel groans, getting up and stepping up to the couch. “I’ve seen pussy before. I jus’.. don’t do it often...”

Clint rolls his eyes and then parts your pussy lips with his fingers.

"Been missing out, man. Bet you'd love to stick your dick in this soft hole, uh?"

Joel curses under his breath, his eyes taking in everything you are giving him. Clint murmurs ‘pretty’ to your pussy, then leans down and pecks your clit, his touch feather-light. You moan and buck your hips, chasing his hot mouth, but he ignores your need and keeps persuading Joel,

"Imagine how wet she's gonna be when you make her come on your tongue a couple times. Sticking your cock in a freshly eaten pussy... shit... a life changing experience, man. I swear you won't regret it."

While Clint’s pitching pussy eating to Joel, his thick fingers are gliding up and down over your spread folds, slightly grazing your twitching bud, pouring gasoline into a bright fire in your core.

"You really want me to eat out your girlfriend, Clint? fuck her?"

"Why not," Clint shrugs and, keeping your lips parted, gives the center of your pussy an open mouth kiss. ”She deserves it.”

“Joel, please,” you whimper, need thick in your voice, and your back arches, when Clint’s tongue draws a long wet stripe between your folds.

You flutter your eyes closed, barely hearing Clint’s comments, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Hnggg… juicy little cunt. Joel, check it out.”

Joel’s looking over you, perfectly positioned to watch Clint play with you.

Clint bends down and sucks your puffy clit between his lips, then releases it with a pop and stares intently at your hole. You feel it now. They both groan when a clear drop of your slick trickles down from your clenching hole down to your asshole.

Clint looks up at Joel and smirks,

“Want a taste?”

Joel clenches his jaws as you’re watching him with hazy eyes, tiny whimpers falling from your lips again and again.

“I want you,” you admit with the sweetest tone you can manage and the man’s eyes dart from your crying cunt to your glossy eyes.

He pulls his brows and then nods.

“Let’s get her to the bedroom,” Clint offers with a smile and takes you in his arms.

You bite your lower lip, failing to suppress a grin curving your lips, and squirm naked on the bed with anticipation.

“That’s what I’m talking about. The more the merrier, right, baby?”

You nod, sparkles flying out of your eyes, as you take in two hot men on the bed with you.

“Spread ‘em wider,” Joel commands, and you obediently throw your thighs apart as wide as possible, they’re lying on the bed at this point.

“That’s my girl,” Clint praises you and caresses your inner thigh with his hard knuckles.

Your skin erupts with chills when Joel slides his palm from your knee to your hip, gently, reading your reaction, making sure that you’re still on board. You very much are.

It’s the first time he’s touching you, and you shiver, looking up at him with your heart eyes, blown out and full of need.

“Bon appetite, buddy,” Clint pats Joel's shoulder, inviting him to taste his girlfriend’s cunt.

Joel takes a sharp breath and slowly leans down, torturing you with anticipation, but when he covers your whole pussy with his mouth, you gasp and moan his name, already on the brink of euphoria. He flicks his tongue over your clit and then starts making out with your cunt, languidly and sensually.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as a powerful wave of pleasure engulfs you fully.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Clint watches, gliding his hand from your mound, over your heaving belly and to your chest. While Joel’s holding your thighs open, eating you out like it’s his last meal, Clint begins kneading your breasts, pulling at your nipples, twitching them to add fire to your ecstasy.

Joel dives out of your cunt and Clint asks him with a smirk,

“So?“

Joel’s breathing is heavy, licking his lips, his eyes two black pits of lust.

“Fuckin incredible.”

“Ah! Told ya!” Clint rubs his friend’s back with a proud smile and looks into your hazy eyes. “I’d eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner, man. My baby’s delicious.”

“Thanks for sharing,” Joel mumbles and bends down again to lap at your crying hole.

“Yeah, like that,” Clint praises Joel’s skills when you moan loudly and dip your head back into the pillow.

“He’s doing good, babygirl?”

“Yeahhh, so good,” you mewl, losing your mind at how perfectly Joel’s full lips caress your folds and clit, while his hot tongue is collecting all the slick covering your beating pussy.

Joel’s lewd slurping together with your loud moans fills the room, and the electricity between the three of you hangs heavy in the air.

Clint is watching the show with his eyes dark and intent, palming his bulge, and then finally pulls his cock out.

When you see it spring out of his pants, engorged and leaking, your hand darts to it and you wrap your palm around his hot shaft.

“Nah, beautiful. Don’t worry ‘bout me, enjoy yourself.” He takes your hand off his cock and gently kisses your fingers. “He’s gonna wait for your pussy.”

He holds your hand, and leans down to give you a kiss, heady and passionate, grounding you in your overwhelming pleasure, but at the same time pushing you deeper into the pit of lust.

“Joel,” Clint calls after parting from your lips. “Wanna join you.”

Joel hums with your clit between his lips and it pushes you over the edge. You come crying, your eyes and pussy wet with euphoria, every cell of your body lighting up. The men hold you while you shake, your tits jiggling, your pussy leaking all over the sheets.

“Fuck.. what a sight,” Clint growls, running his huge palm over your trembling thighs while his other hand is gripping his cock.

“She’s beautiful.” Joel’s praise makes you smile through the hard orgasm, and when your body relaxes, you sigh happily and close your eyes.

Clint doesn’t give you any respite, though. A light slap lands on your hip and he growls,

“Need to eat this ass.”

Joel wipes your slick of his bearded chin and asks Clint,

“Can I fuck her pussy after?“

“Sure, man. You’re my best bud, what’s mine is yours.”

You giggle at Clint’s words, feeling yourself like a fuck doll and loving every second of it.

“‘k..,” Joel nods, “Let’s make her come again and then fuck her sloppy hole. If you don’t mind,” he turns to you and you purr,

“Never.”

Clint smiles and kneels on the floor. They manhandle your body so your ass is hanging off the bed and then Joel orders,

“Bend your knees, yeah, like this.” He lifts your legs and presses your knees to your sides, fully exposing your pussy and asshole to their obsidian eyes.

“Damn,” Joel groans when Clint glides his thumb over your tight ring which contracts at his touch, already soaked with your pussy juices.

Your boyfriend starts first.

He positions your ass at his face, holding your hips with his hands and presses his flat tongue to your asshole. You jerk and whimper, already in seventh heaven.

“Oh my god,” you moan and clasp Clint’s hair. He starts eating your ass, slurping shamelessly, drinking your moans and your pussy nectar, while Joel is kissing your inner thigh.

Your eyes meet and he gives you a warm smile, “Doin good, sweetheart.” Joel brings his hand to your face and cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing your heated skin and you purr at his touch, reveling in his warmth, trembling from every lap of Clint’s tongue against your asshole.

You choke on a moan when Joel leans down to your spread pussy and begins rubbing your clit with the flat of his tongue.

Your skin erupts in goosebumps, your thighs start trembling. You run your fingers through Joel’s greying curls and feel tears slide down to your temples when Joel’s tongue finds your entrance and he begins fucking your pussy.

These hot men between your legs, their big hands on you, their mouths devouring your holes— the sight alone can make you come but you fall apart from a shuttering orgasm when Clint pushes his tongue into your asshole and starts fucking you with his hot muscle just like Joel is fucking your pussy hole.

You explode with a loud cry, spraying your juices against Joel’s lips and chin, and he drinks everything he can get, and what escapes his mouth trickles down to your ass where Clint eagerly laps it off your heated skin.

They fuck you all night. Drunk on the unending orgasms, you don’t understand who’s between your thighs, whose cum is spilling into your stretched pussy, but you take each dick happily. They shower you with praise, suck on your puffy nipples, drag their hot hard cocks over your skin before sticking them in your hole again and again.

When your pussy gets filled to the brim, Clint fucks your ass, while Joel watches and jerks off, and then squirts his cum on your hickey-covered tits. Clint licks it off later with Joel’s dick buried deep in your overflowing cunt.

The night is a blur of lust, moans and bodily fluids. The room smells of sweat and sex and you take full lungs of the heady scent before falling asleep.

Early in the morning someone fucks your used pussy again, you have no clue who, and orgasm, dreaming of them both.

When you wake up, you make breakfast for the men, still dripping their loads, your thighs slippery and sticky. They eat and chat, smiling at you from time to time.

Joel’s eyes find yours again and again, they stick to your lips, your neck, your legs, reigniting a fire inside you. Seeing you chewing on your lip and squirming in your chair, Clint pulls you into his lap and kisses you.

At the door before leaving Joel gives you a tight hug and pecks your cheek.

“Thank you for the night, sweetheart.”

You’re leaning against the doorframe, watching him walk to his truck.

“Game on Saturday, Joel. Don’t forget”, Clint shouts to his friend.

Before getting in the car, Joel looks you up and down with his dark eyes and gives you a wink.

“Won’t miss it for the world.”

Clint pulls you in his arms and you smile like a happy cat. You can’t wait for Saturday to come.

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