#nosesitter

So that’s what Shen and Ellis do. You and Abbot had the next three days off, so Ellis invited Abbot out for a drink and Shen invited you out for a drink only to stand the other up leaving you two at the bar alone. From behind Abbot couldn’t tell it was you. He saw exposed skin, legs crossed and tight clothes. Offering to buy a drink for whoever this was only to be absolutely delighted when it was you.

“Look at you babydoll.” He lets out a whistle as he stares you up and down, pushing him out the way but he’s quick to grab your hand pulling you back toward him and the bar.

“I’m going to order a very expensive drink since you’re offering.” Rolling your eyes sitting back down and flagging down the bartender.

“Happy to pay for it princess, anything for you.”

-

Jack asked over and over for repeated consent. Even as he pulled two orgasms from you with his fingers and mouth.

“Jackie please fuck,” you were whiny and out of breath as you moved your hand down to line him up with you. Thumb brushing over the head of his leaking cock. Your hips squirming around to push him inside of you desperate to be stretched.

“You’re a needy little thing princess, if I knew you just needed a good fuck to fix that bad attitude I would’ve done it long ago.” He was thicker than any man or dildo you had ever taken. Your fingers scratch into his back most likely leaving deep red lines. He kissed sloppy. His tongue coming out of your mouth to lick on your jaw line, the sweat on your neck, and even licking his thumb that gathered the tears falling from your eyes down your temples.

“H-harder Jack please!” Still inside he flips the two of you he’s now laying back on the bed while you’re sitting pretty right on top.

“You have such good manners, but you still need to work for my cock. Bounce babydoll.” He slaps at your ass hard leaving a welt there. Your hands push down on his hard chest, nails digging into his big pecs. Your thighs burned from the bouncing. The obscene squelch your pussy made caused Jack to laugh. He could feel your juices drip down his balls, and it drove him wild to look up at you and see your tits bouncing around, mascara smeared, and to hear breathy moans.

He was close to cumming so he decided to put you of your misery as your bouncing began to slow. He bent his legs up and pulled you to his chest, thick arms wrapping around your upper body as he began to really thrust up into you. The two of your moaned loudly into each other's ears and then into each other's mouths. Kisses so sloppy now that you begin to drool into his mouth, but he doesn’t mind he swallows it happily.

“Oh, fuuuck I’m cumming.” You drawl out trying to bury your head in his neck, but his hand grabs your hair and pulls you up back to stare right into his eyes. His neck is red, and his hair is sticking to his sweaty skin. He’s breathing heavily through his mouth thrusting erratically then he stops quick and pulls out pumping his cock a couple times then cums right in his hand. You sit up from his sticky chest as he just lays there trying to catch his breath. You turn and grab his cum covered hand and lick the thick globs from between his fingers.

-

This went on for nearly a year. The two of you fucking the stress away no strings attached. It wasn’t an all the time thing just casual. After long shifts, troubling shifts, or just on days where the two of you have off. It never interfered with work. Till it did. Till one day you were gathering your stuff from your locker and heard his voice. Frank. Last text you sent to him was seven months ago. A drunken text that called him an asshole for leaving you with no explanation, saying how you missed him but not before calling him a coward.

Quite the opposite he was. He was freshly rehabilitated and freshly divorced. He stood there looking like a sad dog with his tail between his legs. You now felt horrible for him as he explained how he’s going through his twelve steps and you were at the top of his list to apologize to.

“I was scared of what you would think of me. I really liked you and cared about your opinion of me that I thought it would’ve been better if I just ghosted you and kept you in the dark.”

“Total dick move, Langdon.” You say pulling him into a hug. His arms wrap around your waist tenderly.

“I missed you so much.” His whispers into the top of your head, nose breathing in your scent that just happens to be Jack’s shampoo.

Jack stood at the hub watching that whole scene. Tossing his bag on his shoulder and walking out for the day. This is just casual. He repeated to himself as he walked to his car. Just fucking casual.

You had switched back to day shifts. It was a slap in the face to Jack. He would walk in the ER and see the two of you together laughing it up. Langdon would squeeze behind you, hands coming to your waist, dick brushing up against your ass just to get by. Hands brushing up and lingering a tad too long as the two of you hand each other equipment.

Sex every other day became less and less frequent now. Only initiated by Jack whenever he would text you first. Whenever you came over, he tried to bury his feelings and hurt down but somehow, he would take it out on you. Fucking you so hard that you left deep red scratches on his back. Something to remind himself that he can still fuck you better than Langdon. He didn’t even know for sure if you were fucking Frank or not, but he wanted to leave reminders of himself on you. Bites on your tits, hard slaps on your ass leaving bruises, and childishly leaving you with a hickey that you got pissed at him about.

Frank saw and knew that it was just casual between Jack and you but also between you and him. Frank fucked you deeper and slower. A big difference from the man built like a brick wall. Frank was longer than Jack. His cock would hit that deep spongy part in you with ease by just simply bottoming out.

Frank rocked into you from behind. It started out as spooning, but you backed into him one too many times and now he’s deep inside you slowly thrusting up while his fingers rub at your clit.

“He doesn’t fuck you like I do.” He says so matter of fact. Cocky bastard. His hand drifts up from your clit to your lower stomach the tip of his cock so deep he can feel it bulge inside your belly. “He’s not deep inside you like me.”

The two of you rocked against each other in slow movements. His nose burying itself deep in your hair smelling his own shampoo. Every time you come over Frank washed your hair his long fingers scrubbing at your scalp getting only that clean, he doesn’t even care about the dried cum Jack left on your ass or chest from the night before.

Frank didn't brand you with bruises or bites like Jack did he just came deep inside of you. He knew you were on birth control, so he took advantage of it and left you full of himself. He loved to cum deep inside of you getting back quick and spreading your legs to watch you push him out.

"Don't let too much out baby." His long fingers coming to your cunt to gather his cum up and stuff it back inside.

-

When Jack showed up you were still here. Passing off your patients and finishing up charting.

"You got a couple days off coming up. Any chance I'll see you in the morning? Rolling a stool up next to you watching the smile appear on your face as he whispers to you.

"I can be in your bed waiting for you. Face shoved in your pillow touching myself." Abbot looked around the hub watching people pass them by not even paying them any attention. Except Langdon.

He saw the way your head fell back as you laughed at whatever he said, Frank didn't want to admit he was jealous, he believed he had you in the palm of his hand but when you called, he answered quick.

"I'll see you tomorrow princess. Get outta here soon." Jack was going around checking rooms to see if they were cleared out when he came across one with Langdon in it changing. His shirt was off and his back was toward him. Jack saw the deep red scratches down his back, shamefully it turned him on to see that.

Time passed slowly in The Red Keep, your feet have familiarized themselves with the castle grounds, dirt from the gardens have blackened each hemline of your dresses, day in and day out you wondered the halls till eventually the guards stop following you around. At this moment you’re currently watching your two stepsons spar with each other in the courtyard, eating sweet berries while the sound of their wooden swords crack in your ears. Your husband, most likely locked away in his tower going over whatever what was talked about in the ever so secret small council meetings.

You can see the door leading onto the terrace in his tower open. His figure stepping out to take a breath and ground himself. Your hand comes over squinted eyes to watch him more closely. He looks out onto the land taking in what would be his one day. Baelor doesn’t talk much about being King. He can’t believe he would be sitting in his father’s spot. He can’t imagine himself on the throne, like a memory blurred from his head when he closes his eyes he simply just can’t imagine it.

From high up he can see your small figure sitting in a pale green dress staring at him, eyes burning into his leather doublet. He can feel your nerves and restlessness of being the wife of the second most important man in Westeros.

“Princess, The Hand requests your presence.” A white cloak calls out over the boys, your eyes directing toward the knight then back up at the now empty terrace.

Broken wax seals and books thicker than both your arms lay a top of his desk, important papers, dozens of scrolls, and things that always wondered through his head from dusk till dawn. But thankfully for the next couple of days he’ll be able to put that aside for his Father’s name day.

“Could you sense me staring down there in the training grounds?” You ask as you come into the room heavy door shutting behind.

“My dear wife I can sense you wondering the halls like a mouse while I work. The guards tell me you’ve walked the halls so much they not bother with watching you.” You cross the room to the flagon on the round table filling your cup as you scoff. “Tell me, is being here that boring? Is it killing you to be trapped in these walls.”

“What kills me is my husband being so important that we can’t have a moment during the day to share a kiss or a quick fuck. Having to wait till the halls are silent and the moon has appeared.”

You can never tell what’s going on in your husbands head. Watching him slouch back in his chair fidgeting with his ring. You must watch your tongue talking with Baelor but he knows your words mean no harm. Slowly you walk towards him standing between his spread apart legs. You kneel down, hands rubbing up and down his thighs. A sigh escapes his smirked lips. He bends forward his hand coming to grab at your chin noses touching as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes.

The smell of wine on your tongue, lips red from the overly ripe fruit. He can’t help but feel himself swell with desire for his young wife. He can taste the berries on your lips, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He can feel his reserve slipping. He needs to stop this before he pushes you onto his desk and plunges his length into you. The gods are on his side because before things escalate to that he can hear a herald of trumpets.

Baelor pulls you out onto the terrace to show you who’s come. He holds you in front of him, length pressed into your back as the two of you watch Maekar ride in on Lawgiver. His prominent nose finds itself tracing up the nape of your neck as his fingers begin bunching up the hemline of your skirts.

“You’ve missed him. I can feel it.” Two fingers rubbing onto your slick clit. Your head falls back into the rook of your husband’s neck. His breath like fire on your skin, tongue coming out to lick the sweat and oils off you. “So warm, so wet…” breathy words stick onto your skin as he pushes his two fingers inside of you till you feel the cool metal of his ring. He begins slow as the two of you watch everyone ride through the gates. “Are you thinking of my brother?” His thumb moves to rub into your clit. Strings of pants and moans begin to escape your lips.

Pumping with haste now your knees begin to feel weak as you think that Maekar must be wondering where his brother and wife are. Baelor feels your body become weak, reaching your pinnacle quicker and quicker.

“Do you wish he were here with us now?” A simple question that rips through you. His other hand comes to cover your mouth not to draw unwanted attention from his family down at the gate. Baelor can feel you dripping down his fingers, coating his rings in your spent. He pulls his fingers out once he sees everyone head inside the castle. Slipping his wet rings off Baelor takes his own fingers into his mouth to taste your release.

“They must be wondering where we are my dear wife.”

—

The weekend at Ashford was useless. A long trip there only to watch boys stick each other on horseback for two days just to make the long ride back home, between his bickering sons and Daeron nearly falling off his horse drunk, at this point he welcomed a thief to come take his belongings and kill him.

Everyone rode ahead while he straggles behind, wind whispering through thick green grasses, birds flying from trees, twigs breaking from beyond the woods. Could’ve been some doe till he saw you atop an all white horse. Quick flashes of black hair, green silks flying in the wind. With how small you looked you couldn’t have been a thief but definitely a distraction his tired violet eyes welcomed. His head turning all around trying to find where you’ve rode off to till he hears a scream then a splash.

Kicking his heels into Lawgiver he abandons the trail and hightails it to the shout. Black horse leaping over fallen logs, small branches scratching at his pale skin hoping to find you unharmed. Soon enough he finds that horse sipping at a small creek, eyes notice the intricately carved saddle dyed a deep green and colorful flowers carved all into it. Swinging his leg over he drops off his horse leading Lawgiver to water, to relax while his eyes search the water hoping you haven’t drowned.

Green grasses begin to clear into a worn down dirt path. He notices the green silk hanging on a tree branch before he sees you plunging your head under then popping back up. Your bare back faces him, black hair sticking to your shoulders, you stand up in the small creek, water dripping from your arms as your hands come up to slick wet hair back, the water beginning to end over the curve of your ass. Maekar can’t help but feel upset for why is a girl putting herself in a vulnerable position in the middle of the woods.

The pair of horses whinnying pulls your attention to him. Turning to face him your arms come up quick to cover your chest. Maekar turns, his cheeks feeling hot as he begins to explain his reasoning for spying.

“Please believe I mean no harm! I heard a scream and wanted to be sure it wasn’t dire!” Behind him he can hear the ripples of the creek, water dripping off your body, and wet footsteps stomping into the grass.

“You a Targaryen?” He shouldn’t answer that knowing that his head could bring a huge bounty if taken by the right person but you’re just a girl and his guards can’t be too far ahead.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He says back still turned toward you. Your horse now rubbing its muzzle against his hand, looking for scratches or something to eat.

“You could just be an old man, hair turned silver with age.” He shocked that you would even say something like that to someone you don’t even know. Turning to scold you he finds you in your chemise, hair wrapped around your hand ringing the water out, wet skin attracting the thin cotton showing every curve on your body.

“I am a son of King Daeron! Maekar Targaryen Prince of Summerhall. How dare you assume I am just some fucking commoner…or an old man.” Announcing of titles having no effect on the girl as she continues to dry herself off. A wind blowing through the trees to cause her nipples to pebble.

“Fucking dress yourself quicker.” Turning back around to come face to face with your horse once again.

“Peony has taken a liking to you, your grace. He doesn’t like many.” Clearing his throat he reaches out to grab the reins pulling the horse closer to catch a look at the saddle once again.

“I refuse to believe a wild girl like you is a noble woman of House Meadows.” Fully dressed now you walk past him going to Lawgiver, small hands coming to scratch at his muzzle.

“I am of House Meadows, your grace.” Pulling away from the horse you begin to curtsy, the bodice of your dress tightened hard so your bosom is spilling out, but he pulls you back up his hand grabbing yours. His other arm extends out to give you back the reigns of your saddle.

“Please no need for that, the fucking trees and horses do not care of formalities or titles.” There’s a beat of silence before he can hear his name be called from beyond the trees back on the trail. You pull away from his hand first hoisting yourself onto Peony.

“Summerhall isn’t far from the Grassy Vale, your grace. Before he can respond you kick your heels into the horse crossing the water into the trees.

Maekar would see you again after that but not how he would’ve wanted.

Dragons, Flowers, and white decorated The Red Keep. A wedding for you, the soon to be princess, but it wasn’t his wedding. You were to be wed to Baelor. What the first child wanted the first child got.

After your encounter Maekar had drawn up a correspondence with you at the Grassy Vale. Ravens coming and going at all hours of the day. His children noticing a difference in their father’s demeanor. Candle light burned late into night as his quill scribbled thick ink onto scrolls. Every scroll you sent back smelt of rose water. Suffocatingly sweet he couldn’t get enough of it. He needed to see you again so he wrote of a plan to meet in the woods in secret. His father’s spies had other plans informing The King and The Hand of what transpired.

You had woke to see the Targaryen sigil flying into the gates, quick to dress you rushed to your fathers solar, guards in all white guarding the doors, you had hoped to see the Prince of Summerhall just behind those doors but instead you were greeted with one eye brown and the other blue. The smile on your face falling but not on your father’s face. He sold you off to the highest bidder. Baelor Targaryen.

After breakfast you rushed for the stables. Quickly hopping on Peony kicking your heels and riding into the woods. You screamed out as the horse galloped to the same creek you had met Maekar at. He said he’d meet you there you hoped he kept his promise. You loved him and he loved you the two of you growing closer with each letter. Pulling the reins back you notice Lawgiver. Sipping at the water. You leap off the two horses neighing at each other as you search for him up the creek. Maekar is laid on a small blanket in the grass tossing small pebbles in the water.

“My flower are you alright?” Eyes puffy and cheeks red with anger as you collapse in his arms.

“My father…your brother,” is what you weep out in his arms as his hands come to rub at your hair. He pulls you from his chest to calm your breathing and speak more clearly.

“What of my brother and your father?” His thumb rubs the tears from your cheeks.

“The prince has come to ask for my hand. My father agreed to the betrothal. I am to be sent off to Kings Landing and be married to Baelor.” Anger takes over Maekar he can’t believe that his brother would to this to him. You sob harder and it breaks him to see you like this. Quick he presses his lips to yours tasting the salty tears that have fallen.

The kiss is hard and full of yearning. Desperate to taste each other’s mouth. Teeth clash and tongues touch as his hands bunch up your skirts and your hands pull at his belt and breeches. He moves you below him his eyes never leave yours as you line him up to push into you. As you take him fully he can feel you clench around him getting use to his thick size. One arm is holding him up above you while the other tucks loose strands of hair behind your ear.

He slowly begins to move pulling out inches at a time and thrusting back in. He can see the change of pain to pleasure in your face. Your knees spread farther open as one hand moves from his back to push at his ass. Picking up the pace moans begin to fall from your lips mixing with the gusts of wind to travel through the trees. He hopes they fall on his brother’s ears. Taking his soon to be wife’s maiden hood before he’s even had a chance to know you.

Foreheads press together as Maekar’s arms box your head in strings of I love you can’t stop coming from either of you as your orgasm begins to approach. He can feel it coming. Gush’s of nectar fall from your cunt making a sinfully squelching sound as he fucks his full length into you.

“It’s coming!” You warn him of it but he doesn’t stop. Going faster and faster his arms shake around your head as he feels himself about to spill into you. You cum around him your legs coming up to lock around his waist from the intense pleasure wanting to keep him stationed in you as you explode around him. He pushes himself up and pulls out quick, spurts of hot cum landing on your hair covered mound, thick globs falling on your clit and puffy lips.

“I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity.” It was gut wrenching, bile rised in his throat but he swallowed it down. Clapping along with the other guests as he watched his brother kiss his princess. A smile sewn onto your face but your eyes looked mad as they watched his.

“You’ve danced with everyone but me princess.” His shaky hand reached out for yours once again slowly you grab it looking to your new husband for approval. He gives you a small nod as he drinks from his cup. Maekar pulls you toward the center of the floor. Bodies dancing all around everyone too drunk on Dornish wine to notice the two of you.

“All that courting just to send me off to the firstborn.” One hand each rises to touch as the two of you begin to circle each other.

“I wouldn’t call months of secret letters courting, a foolish idea is what I’d call it.” His eyes rake up then down your body seeing how beautiful you look in white, long black hair braided back a silver tiara sits atop your head.

“A fucking coward is what I’d call you.” Well deserved. “When Baelor arrived at my home I believed it was you. Foolish to believe that you’d come down from your castle to ask for my hand. Fucking foolish I was!” The two of you come face to face only to take a step back and spin. That suffocating smell of rose water in his nose once again.

“Stop acting like a spoiled brat, you’ve landed a comfortable life, a bigger castle, a good husband, and all you can do is fucking complain about it. Over what? Over me?” Through with this conversation you begin to walk away but quick he grabs at your bare hand with his own. He holds you there but you can’t bear to look back at him.

“Thank you brother, I’ll take my wife from here.” Baelors hand coming up to cup his wife’s face. Whispering in your ear you finally turn and bow a single tear coming down your face.

-

As Maekar pushed open the big doors to the solar there his Brother stood, your hands on his chest smoothing out his collar and straightening his pin.

“Brother. I’m so glad to see you here.” Moving from you Baelor takes a step pulling him into a hug. “It’s been so long.” Pulling away his eyes dart to you then the cups on the table. Selfishly he thanks the gods you aren’t swollen with a babe.

“It’s been only a year.” Pouring a hearty glass he drinks half of it in one go then fills it back up. “Nice to see you again princess.” He nods his head toward you trying his hardest not to take notice in your face but the way your hands grab at your skirts with a tight grip.

“Come brother we have much to discuss.”

The welcoming was tense, the Festivities were lackluster, but the feast; Maekar kept his eyes on you like you were to disappear if he didn’t watch you. You just sat there conversing with each of his sons not having said a word to him at all since his arrival. All day long he’s drank, with how much he’s replenished his cups people might need not wonder where Daeron got his drinking habits.

“Gaomas ñuha ābrazyrys jenigon ao lēkia?” Scoffing and turning his attention to his high and mighty brother. Violet eyes staring at the mismatched ones. High Valyrian catches her attention as she watches the two brothers begin to bicker. Does my wife bother you brother?

“Don’t be such a cunt.” Words slur from his mouth as Baelor just smiles while his brother tosses back his head chugging what’s left in his cup causing the red wine to drip down the sides of his lips.

“Īles ñuhon ēlī ao fucker!” Slamming his cup down onto the table he stands chair falling behind him gathering the attention of everyone in the dining hall. You’re next to stand then his sons follow wondering whats the matter. She was mine first, fucker!

Stumbling from the hall he finds himself searching for his room. Pushing open random doors till he finds one resembling his. He slams the door in the faces of the maidens that try to get in to help him settle into bed. He begins to drunkly undress himself hands pulls off his doublet, fingers grab at the leather straps holding his sword up, pulling it - it falls loudly to his floor, kicking off his boots and loosening his belt he falls atop the bed. Before his eyes close for the night he spots the white peony on his pillow. Dragging himself to the top of the bed face pushing into the pillow hoping that he’ll find your scent left behind.

-

The Keep felt small for once. Maekar and you keeping each other hostage in separate parts of the castle. You had chosen to hideout in the gardens while Maekar sat in the sun hungover and intensely agitated watching his brother coach his sons on how to fight his own children. Maekar rushes to Aerion his bigger hand grabbing at the sword in his hand holding it high pointing it straight at his brother.

“Fight with anger, Aerion! Fight the enemy with hate in your heart.” Baelor slowly grabs the sword and shield from Valarr pushing him out the way as Maekar slices through the air hitting the shield on his arm. Baelor pushes the shield up the two swords coming up with a loud clash gathering the attention of everyone around.

Baelor pulls back circling Maekar. He knows his brother is upset and visibly angry with no one else but him.

“Your anger is misplaced brother.” This doesn’t stop Maekar from rushing him sword coming down and cutting the air only to hit the hard ground vibrating all through his hands and arms. Baelor kicks to sword from his grasp taking the shield hitting Maekar in the face and knocking his brother to the ground. He rises quick fists balled up ready to attack but their sons are quick to get in between and stop any more of this madness

“Fuck this and fuck you.” Maekar spits blood at his brother’s feet and then walks away into the castle needing to get away and find some wine.

Your fingers are bit up and bleeding as you walk through the castle. Shoulders are tense and eyes are wondering. In the year you’ve been married you’ve grown to love Baelor. He’s kind, full of wisdom, he’s security, he’s safe. But you love Maekar still. He was full of personality, outspoken and unabashedly himself. He would’ve challenged you. The spoiled flower from the grassy vale. Your father’s only daughter you always got what you want. And you wanted Maekar but to one day be queen your father put his foot down for that happily.

As you turn the corner you crash into Maekar’s hard chest his hands coming to your shoulders to pull you back. His lip is busted and his teeth are red.

“Maekar, you’re hurt.” Your hands pulls a handkerchief from your bodice and dabs at the drops of blood from his lip. Your small hand cupping his cheek while the other wipes away blood. His eyes close and his face falls into your grasp. Handmaidens pass by and watch the scene play out before them so you pull him into the closet bedroom. Baelor and yours shared bedroom. You sit him on the bench just in front of the bed as you pour some water into a small bowl. You come over with it and wipe the drying blood from his face.

“What happened?” His hands start to push yours away. Beginning to rise he needs to get away from you but you’re quick to push him back down. “Quite being fucking stubborn.”

“Just some sparring with Baelor. Showing off for Valarr and Aerion.” He points to the wine and you look over rolling your eyes but walking over to pour him a glass. You bring it back taking a sip before handing him the cup. He turns it in his hands and presses his lips to the same spot you just drank from. He can taste your lips taking him back to the day in the woods.

“Sparring? More like childish fighting. Over what? Over me?” He rolls his eyes and downs the goblet and goes for more ignoring your angry eyes.

“Yes over you, is that what you want to hear? I’m horribly angry at my brother for marrying you. I’m angry that I have to see you on his arm, angry that he rubs you in my face like a collected trophy. But mostly I’m angry at myself for not coming sooner and asking for your hand.” His back is still turned to you as he confesses all this. Pouring another hearty glass and finishing it in a few gulps.

I still love you Maekar.” His hand sets the glass down and he turns seeing those tears stain your cheeks once again. He closes the distance in just a couple steps. His big hands coming to grab your face his lips pressing into yours. The kiss is rough stealing the breath from your lungs as he slips his bloodied tongue into your sweet mouth.

“My sweet flower I’ve never stopped loving you.” His hands pull at the strings of your bodice pulling them out completely in just a couple of rough tugs. The dress falls from your shoulder and down your body leaving you in the sheer chemise. His hands come down to your thigh lifting you off the ground and walking to you the desk. One arm holds tightly around your waist while the other pushes books, papers, and ink into the ground. It’s a mess of Baelor’s things. An inconvenient fuck you from one brother to another. He sets you on the desk and pulls off his belt and pulls himself from his pants. He tries to lift up your skirt but it’s trapped under you so he grabs and thin fabric and rips it from the bottom of your legs to the top exposing your wet cunt.

He pulls you to the edge and lines himself up and pushes in. There’s a gasp from you and a deep groan from him as he finds solace being sheathed back inside of your soft warm walls. His arms come under your knees, hands wrapping around your thighs as your arms wrap around his neck. He picks you up with ease and fucks into you in the air. He walks to the closest wall and presses you against it. His mouth coming to your neck leaving bites and blood from his lips to drip down onto your breasts.

The door opens and you gasp loud but he doesn’t let up. He can sense it’s Baelor and it only eggs him on to taunt him. He pulls out leaving just his tip inside then slowly pushes back in and pulls out and does it again. Your eyes break from him and they roll back. Back arching off the wall, fingers coming up to pull at his hair. He presses his forehead onto yours and whispers. “Is he watching?” Your eyes dart to him and back to Maekar nodding quick. He laughs and pulls out walking you to the bed dropping you on your back.

Maekar looks at his brother standing near the wall quiet as a mouse as he removes his doublet leaving him bare chested. He pulls his dagger from his belt the tip comes close to your belly as he slices up cutting the chemise off you. Bare you lay for him he smiles like a fool he goes back to fucking you. A glob of spit falls from his lips onto his cock giving it a couple strokes before he grabs your leg and rests it on his chest your ankle sitting on his chest while the other leg wraps around his waist. He pushes in staring back at you. A loud groan escapes his mouth at the new position. Your cunt so warm and inviting. If you had married him he would’ve filled you with a babe in the middle of the wedding feast.

His warm palm comes up to grab at your bouncing breasts. Giving your nipple a quick squeeze causing a yelp to come from your lips. He moves his hand down your stomach pushing down above your mound feeling himself bully and bruise your cervix. Your thighs shine with your sweet nectar. He knows you’re so close he can feel it with each tightening flutter you give his cock. His thumb rubs at your clit watching the way you thrash around under him. It’s too much pleasure he knows that. Being watched by your husband and being fucked by your true love it’s all so much.

“I love you,” his eyes dart to Baelor his cock straining in his breeches as he watches the way your body arch’s and reacts to his brother’s touch. “I’ll love you always my sweet flower.” He pushes your leg down and leans down over you kissing you deeply. His pace quickens, his heavy balls hitting you faster. The door opens then closes. A secret agreement between the three of you that this is going to keep happening. Maekar’s visits will become more frequent especially now that he’s going to cum in you. He finally lets go his seed shooting so powerfully into you that the two of you are shaking. You can smell sex in the air and taste the cum inside of you. He pulls you close toward him your body shaking as his palm pressed against your cunt keeping his cum inside of you. It’s going to take. It has to.

a/n: Not going to lie this seemed longer as I was writing it then the word count hit me in the head like a brick. I’ve missed FIL Joel this isn’t me rushing honestly, this is just what happens when you have good pussy and good personality. The inevitable happens, it’s life.

⚠️: infidelity, recorded sex, mention of onlyfans, one mention of ankle kissing(don’t worry no feet stuff),pussy drunk Joel milller 🫶🏻, fingering, pet names(darling, baby, beautiful bride), squirting (it’s a common theme), unprotected p in v, and one unreciprocated I love you.

“Could I fuck you in your wedding dress?”

It sits in a box in the back of your closet. A white box wrapped in a white bow that’s barely gathered any dust. Your wedding dress. It’s only been a couple years but it should still fit. Walker is out for the weekend, work conference. He’s been working so hard to make sure you maintain your housewife status and you’re grateful for that.

Joel had texted you a couple days ago asking for a peculiar request. Could he fuck you in your wedding dress. At first you were hesitant. Your dress was special to you — it obviously held sentimental value but how can you say no? So here you are searching for the white lingerie you wore on your wedding night to wear underneath your wedding dress.

You can’t help but remember what it was like seeing Joel on your wedding day. A scruffy, everyday man who barely wore a smile on his face but now there he was standing outside the church —in a crisp white shirt, fitting black slacks that hugged his ass and prominent bulge, trying to navigate the people inside.

Even with the limo windows tinted he could see you behind the glass. Hair pulled up, the few pieces falling out the bun accenting your face, glossed lips pressed together. As beautiful as you looked that day all he could think about was the honeymoon you’d have. Getting railed for a week straight in a beautiful cabana, overlooking the beach.

He can’t deny he was a tad jealous. Having a shotgun wedding with Walkers mother, because she became pregnant pretty quick into their relationship and this was back in the day when you needed to be wed first to have a child. So you couldn’t blame Joel for his perverse decision of wanting to bang his beautiful bride.

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You had about thirty minutes before Joel came home, his home. The place you were staying at for the weekend. In his guest room you had set up everything you needed. Your dress laid out on the navy bedspread, your makeup and hair done just like it was two years ago. And in the next room, Joel’s room, the camera. Ready and set up to capture the entirety of the sick perverted act the two of you were ready to commit.

As you finished zipping up the dress you could hear his truck pull up. Nervousness setting it just like you were outside of the church again, ready to face the man you’d see everyday for the rest of your life. Just outside his own front door, sun kissed skin from working hard outside, the smell of his musk and faded cologne you saw him put on this morning before he left and his hands, dirty with the day he had, ready to grab and stain the porcelain white lace you were wearing.

Your right hand reached to your left to twist off the wedding ring and set it on the kitchen counter. You were ready for Joel and he was ready for you.

Front door opening up this was it, no going back now. Crossing the threshold his eyes couldn’t break away from the most beautiful bride he’s ever had the pleasure of seeing twice now.

“I must’ve died and gone to heaven, darlin’, dropping whatever he had in his hands on the coffee table, Joel beelines over to you. His hands shaky with nerves. His kiss is powerful against you, glossy lips sticking to his, he can’t help but pull away and savor the vanilla flavor now stained on him.

“I can’t deny the request of such a hard working, handsome man. So after some thought I decided yes, you can fuck me in my dress.” His rough hands grab both sides of your face pulling you back close to him to seal the deal. Your hands grabbing each button trying to pry his shirt off him. Hands touching his hot skin. Once his shirt was off he wanted to move this to the bedroom.

“Not to be corny but,” he kneels down and put one of his strong arms behind your knees sweeping you up and into his arms. Your hands come to his neck as you hold on, giggling like crazy as he walks the two of you to the bedroom.

He sets you down on the edge of his bed, his head turns to notice the camera. He walks over and switches it on, the little red light coming alive to record the act. Joel comes back to you, kneeling down grabbing your foot to slowly remove the white heels you’re wearing.

“You look like a princess. So gorgeous.” Your face is hot and there’s no doubt a blush on your cheeks. Pulling your ankle close to your face he gives it light kisses, slowly working his way up under your dress. His thick fingers grab at the white garter pulling it forward and snapping it back against your skin. His beard scratches at your leg as he bites onto the lace and pulls it down your leg and out from under the dress.

The garter rests between his teeth as he grabs your hands pulling you back up to stand infront of him. He turns you around and starts to unzip the dress. Pushing the dress shoulders slowly off, his nose trailing down your neck, inhaling your scent. Things feel different this time. He wasn’t ravaging you the way he had been for a month now. He was taking his time, taking you in. Enjoying himself and you.

“Joel please,” you felt breathless, his fingers scratching at the nape of your neck grabbing the bun you had your hair in. Teeth sinking into your shoulder as your dress puddles onto the floor. A bundle of white lace sitting atop his dirty work boots.

“When you left for your honeymoon all I could think about was you getting fucked day in and day out on a beach.” His hand coming around your front to feel the tightened corset, pretty white panties with a pretty bow right above your pussy.

He’s not completely wrong. Walker bent you over anything that was bolted into the ground. It’s when you started your onlyfans. Recording a video of you giving him head then riding him on a private beach. Walker loved it, loved the wild woman you are. Walker loved you.

You turn quick to face Joel. Finally worried that this is going to far but he’s quick to push you back on the bed crawling up between your legs. He looks like a cartoon wolf, tongue falling out, eyes with hearts in them as he was practically drooling over your clothed cunt.

He wants to rip the lace and dive his tongue right in but he refrains from that and just begins to suck the wetness from the cloth. His tongue pushing through the barrier right against you. He was going to savor this. He wanted to remember this. As sick as this sounds he wants to imagine him fucking you on your honeymoon.

Your hands grab at the salt and pepper curls as you slowly try to grind up into his face. Clit rubbing against his prominent nose it sends goosebumps all over your body.

“Please baby, don’t tease.” As you try to wiggle out of your panties, hips grinding against the bed as they begin to slip down. Joel’s quick to slap your thigh with his large palm.

“Stop that squirmin’! Lemme enjoy this darlin’.” Pussy drunk Joel had his accent coming out more than usual. But he obliges you and slips the panties off. Pushing you further up the bed he lays on his stomach to enjoy himself more. Cock bulging through the zipper he grinds it into the mattress. As much as he wants to just fuck you and bust in you he just pushes two fingers into you. His saliva, your wetness create a squelch that makes Joel smile big between your thighs as his tongue kitten licks your clit.

“You made me an amazing lunch baby. Thank you, but all I could think about was the dessert, this dessert. Sweet-sweet cunt served so beautifully.” Sucking at the bud his fingers push inside of you faster. Moans getting louder you can’t help but chant his name as your stomach tightens. You can feel your orgasm coming, and it’s coming quick.

Adding another finger in Joel seems determined to make you squirt. Hands release from his hair worried that you’ll pull it out and just yank at the comforter underneath you.

“Baby look at me.” Deep brown eyes, practically black are all you see. His bottom lip is between his teeth. He wants to watch your face as you fall apart under him. His hips grinding against the mattress. He’s a mess of a man. You might be about to cum but so is he just from watching you. The coil inside you snaps, the sound of liquid splashing against his hand has you throwing your head back into the bed as he keeps pumping his fingers inside you having you spray everywhere. Quickly he removes his fingers not giving you a moments rest as he shuffles onto his knees and grabs at his own belt.

Grabbing your thighs he pulls you closer to him and pushes himself inside of you. Fucking you missionary has to be the most intimate position so far for the two of you. Joel leans down arms resting by your head as he pushes the hairs sticking to your face back.

“My beautiful bride, the most wonderful woman.” As good as this feels Joel’s losing himself in you and you know it. Worried for anything else he might say you pull him deep into a kiss, tasting yourself and vanilla lipgloss all across his lips.

Headboard smacking repeatedly against the wall, Joel’s creating a rhythm between your hips with each snap of his. Your legs wrap around his waist pulling him in deeper. Joel breaks away from the kiss and moans. He straight up moans, and it’s loud. No shame in the pleasure your tight fluttering hole is giving him.

“Ah, I’m going to cum!” His eyes shut, his mouth falls open and he’s in pure ecstasy as he shoots ropes of his seed into you. Your arms wrap around his neck, a layer of sweat all over his body as he twitch’s above you, slowing down his thrusts. His arms falling from their position to full engulf you with his body.

Not wanting to crush you he wraps his arms around you and rolls over pulling you with him. Now that you’re on top Joel’s completely relaxed. He’s in nirvana as you just lay together in a comfortable silence. Your head resting against his chest listening to his rapid heartbeat slowly regulate. His hand strokes your hair that’s fallen out of its neat bun. His breaths get deeper as he drifts asleep right under you.

a/n: let me real quickly clarify no I don’t wanna fuck my FIL I just wanna fuck Joel Miller, this came to me in a completely different way but I added another idea in and made this! I hope y’all love it cause as I post I’ll be writing an add on cause FIL Joel was something I didn’t know I needed. It’s niche but someone has to write it, also PLS let me know if you want anything specific I love writing blurbs for people 🫶🏻 not even Joel miller I love hot characters, masked men, mean men, thot men, BIG BURLY HAIRY MEN!! Joel will talk more next part I just could only get him in at the end

⚠️: Father in law!Joel Miller, reader has an onlyfans, no Sarah but Joel does have a grown son, age gap not specified for reader but Joel is 55, no outbreak, it’s definitely dub/con, mentions of alcohol and drugs(don’t do any without me), recorded sex, small anal and food play?(it’s just a line you’d probably glaze right over it), f masterbation, unprotected pinv, toys, creampie, use of sweet pet names 🫶🏻and then the word slut is tossed around a couple times, reader can fit in a dryer lmfaooo never thought I’d type that

“The whole ‘stuck inside the dryer’ that could be fun.”

Two years ago you started an only fans. Your husband loved the idea of it. Hyping you up, filming the content, giving you ideas. He loved coming home seeing you dressed up, camera ready to record the homemade videos, it made him insane, causing him to go hard and give it his all only to throw in the towel after your wet cunt milks him of his release 30 minutes after hitting record. It became a full time job for you. Once you started it was hard to stop, pulling one orgasm out of you opened a Pandora’s box of animalistic lust, in the past you’ve been called a nymphomaniac. It was a blessing and a curse to be so horny all the time. After videos with him you would let him rest, kissing him goodnight then heading to the guest room to make solo content. Your trusty pink vibrator and thick realistic dildo helping you reach your climax 5 more times before you call it a night then head to bed to edit and post the content.

Your husbands words ring through your ears as he opens a bottle of wine for you. ‘Stuck in the dryer’ it was simple really, trying to think why you’ve never thought of it before. Tonight you’re having dinner with your father in law, Joel Miller. The grumpiest old man you’ve ever met. In the two years you’ve been married you’ve seen him smile a few times, once when the two of you met, another at your engagement, and then the night of your wedding as you were leaving for your honeymoon, very quickly he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a big hug ‘welcome to the family’ he whispered when he pulled back a drunken smirk was plastered on his face. there was something about the whole interaction that sent a shiver down you spine. After the honeymoon he was over, a lot. Finding things around the new house to fix. Always mumbling to himself;

‘them new contractors don’t know what they’re doin’

Walker entertained his dads need to be helpful and useful and so did you. So to return the favors you’ve banged out dinner and dessert for the man. As you’re setting the table there’s a loud knock at the door. Walker grabs the door and smiles big when he sees his father pulling him into a manly hug, both of them patting each others back three times. “Welcome in dad! Yeah, she’s in the kitchen just finished up.” You can hear Joel’s voice ask for you, maybe it was the sip of wine you just had but hearing his voice made your legs… buckle.

His boots stepping across the hardwood floor, crossing the threshold into the dining room. Standing next to the set table, one hand on your hip the other holding your generously full glass of wine. This has to be the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on Joel’s face.

“Hello there sweetness ,you do all this for me?” Pulling you into a side hug his big warm arm going around your waist. tightly. yours going around his shoulder as you rest your head on him for a brief second. You pull back but his one arm lingers around you a little while longer.

“Well we just wanted to say thank you for working so hard to help fix up the place.” He sets the 6 pack he brought with him on the table grabbing one of the bottles and twisting off the cap and wrapping his lips around taking a big gulp. There’s a sudden dryness in your throat and you swear you can hear yourself gulp when he pulls the bottle away and runs his tongue across his bottom lip to gather the excess.

“Let’s eat, honey I’m hungry!” Walker says and the three of y’all sit down and begin to eat. One thing about Joel is that he’s a vocal eater, meaning he will moan and groan if the food is good. He loves your cooking, says it’s just like his ma’s even brought his brother Tommy over for him to have some too. You’re surprised he’s not here either. So when Joel stabs his fork into the baked chicken you were making earlier it comes as music to your ears when he lets out a throaty growl. Legs crossing even tighter now causing you to reach for your glass of wine.

When everyone finishes with dinner you head back into the kitchen to grab Joel’s favorite, your mixed berry pie. Quick on your heels is your husband. As you’re closing the oven he comes behind you wrapping his arms around your waist pressing kisses into the side of your neck. “Mm I keep imagining you on your knees inside the dryer.” He mumbles into your ear his breathy whisper making you giggle from its ticklish feel. He presses himself into the back of your ass the dress you’re wearing is already thin enough so you can practically feel the outline of him on your skin. Grabbing the pie again you quickly get out the kitchen and back to Joel.

“Everything all good, sweetness?” Joel asks seeing your chest and face red from your husbands advances.

“Oh it’s nothing just talking with Walker about the dryer, we might get a new one.” Walking back out the kitchen Walker points his beer at his father exclaiming.

“No need to fix this one dad, we’re just gon’ replace it.” He tells him and Joel just holds his hands up as you’re cutting him a slice of pie. Your hand raises to stop him from scarfing it down so you can add the whip cream on it. You shake the bottle and you can feel the eyes of both miller men on you as you shake a little too hard causing some to spray out. The spurts of cream landing on your chest and falling onto your hand.

The whole scene comical for your husband but absolutely stunning for Joel. You just laugh while your fingers gather the white cream off your chest and into your mouth. He’s looking up at your while he sits in the chair completely dumbfounded by the scene in front of him. He prays he doesn’t need to get anytime soon because the both of y’all will see his complete hard on for his daughter in law.

“Well dig in Joel, it’s your favorite!”

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It’s midnight by the time you finish cleaning up. the bottle of red wine sitting empty in the recycling bin and your husband on the couch barely awake. You wake him up and lead him into the bedroom, getting him under the covers and pressing a kiss against his lips before he whispers goodnight and a quick love you. You head into the bathroom and strip yourself of your dress, bra, and panties. Then head into the guest room grabbing your camera and putting it on the tripod set up in the corner. Laying back in the bed you start slow at first. Hand slowly trailing down your chest, ghosting lightly over the swell of your breasts. Squeezing your tits together, thumbs rubbing over your hardening nipples. Your head whips around as you begin to think about your husband and how you love to sit on his face, the feeling of his mustache on your clit. Trying to work yourself up more you think about something else, maybe about how he fucked you on the back patio, him laying on the chaise while your hands hold onto the arms rests. His hips rutting into you while you hover over him.

As your hands reaches your clit like a flash of lightning there’s a brief imagine of Joel. when he was cleaning the gutters, it had been raining for weeks and it was so humid that when he came over within 10 minutes he had stripped himself of his flannel and under shirt. Standing on a ladder one leg bent the other straight as his hands were above his head, the humidity causing beads of sweat to trail down his tan broad arms and causing his gray wife beater to blacken. The whole scene made you rush back inside, heading into the kitchen to try to forget by making him fresh squeezed lemonade.

Your hand pulls away with guilt but theres a gush that comes from you, putting your hand back between your legs your fingers gather the arousal that pours out of you. Sitting up you grab your dildo from the bedside table and begin again. Tapping the head of it against your clit the teasing causing you to moan. One hand holds the dildo while the other spreads yourself back for the camera your fingers opening up into a ‘v’ as you rub the side of the dildo along your exposed cunt. Gathering your wetness so you can slip in the thick fake cock. The dildo has more girth than your husband. His dick was long but it just didn’t give you the stretch you wanted. Pushing the tip in you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you slowly push more in. A couple seconds pass and you can feel the toy bottom out inside you stretching you out perfectly while also lightly bushing against your cervix.

Slowly you begin to move it getting used to the stretch. To edge yourself on, your fingers go to your nipples tweaking and rubbing your arousal over them causing the air to hit the wetness sending a chill through you. Your hand goes for your neck lightly pressing yourself into the bed, then another flash of Joel with his thick hand wrapped around the whole bottle. it was tiny in his big ruggedly hands. There’s a loud moan that escapes your throat and your hand holding the dildo between your legs begins to thrust faster. Now you can’t help but think of him as the sound of your gushing cunt gets louder, it’s fucking pornographic. Another image of him and it’s when your husband surprised you with a hot tub and you found Joel in it when y’all came from your honeymoon. He was red with embarrassment even though he asked his son if he could use it. You remember him getting out, water dripping down his salt and pepper covered chest the heavy drops falling off his body and his swim trunks getting stuck to his big thighs, the outline of his cock was far bigger than your husbands.

A very loud moan comes from your mouth one last time and you’re looking between your legs at the arousal squirting out of you. Your head tosses back into the pillows as your hips go crazy bucking up and into the bed. Pulling the dildo out of you and winching at the emptiness you now feel. Your shame is coating the bed and running down your arm. you swing your legs that feel like noodles over the bed and head into the bathroom to wash off the thoughts of your very hot father in law.

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There’s a bubbling nervousness in the pit of your stomach as you set up the scene. Camera set up on the tripod, the laundry room cleaned up to look like it’s never been used, and the pillow you set inside the dryer for you to bend over on. You decided to dress up for the part wearing a tight see through tank top, shorts that a too small your ass is hanging out no doubt but the real kicker is that you’re not wearing any underwear so when your bent inside the dryer they ride up causing your whole vagina to be exposed to camera view. Knee high socks and a pair of converse. it’s about 10 minutes to 12 so you decide to loosen up by smoking a little before your husband comes home for lunch.

Heading home baby see you soon!

Walker doesn’t work too far away so you finish up the joint you rolled and head back inside to your place in the dryer. You can hear his truck pull up, the engine dies and the driver door closes, your phones dings a couple more time but you don’t check it. Quickly you press record and get on your knees and head first into the dryer.

The front door opens and you begin.

“Help, I’m stuck!” You shout out before he could get out a hello causing his rushing footsteps to come past the dining room and into the laundry room. You can feel his presence behind you but what you didn’t expect is the catcall whistle that came with it.

“I got stuck in the dryer, please help me!” You plead with him wiggling your ass around, your hungry cunt wrapping itself around the crotch of your tight shorts. His hand comes down and slaps your ass hard you’re thrown off by the force he gives you but he must really like this idea since he suggested it. A deep growl comes from his throat and you can hear him getting on his knees right behind you.

“Just get me out please!” Pretending to plead with him. Walker usually talks but he’s quiet today you think nothing of it. He presses himself against you feeling the cold buckle on his belt on the back of your thighs. The roughness of his jeans as he grinds himself into you. You move forward slightly but his hands grab your hips holding you in place as he continues to grind into you.

One of your hands try to go for his belt behind you but he’s quick to slap it away. He leans back on his knees and pushes you more into the dryer ass hiked up higher. He begins to pull your shorts down to your knees and slowly trails his fingers back up your exposed legs back to your ache between your legs. “If you’re going to eat me out move the camera closer.” Breaking character for a moment you tell him and then you hear shuffling and then the sound of your tripod being picked up and set closer to the dryer.

His left hand spreading your cheeks apart the other has his finger ghosting lightly over your entrance. Suddenly there’s a harsh feeling of Walker spitting right where his finger begs to be. His middle finger pushes inside and begins twirling around inside of you. The sound of wetness and his finger pushing deep into you makes you moan out loud the echo of it escaping the dryer. Still having your cheeks spread he adds another finger this time, his ring finger. The force his hand is giving you gets faster and faster then he starts to make a come here motion with his fingers. The stretch of his two fingers alone have you white knuckling the pillow. Then his lips press a light but wet kiss to the other hole that’s getting no attention. The feeling of his mustache right on you pubic bone makes you giggle a little then his lips lower and you can feel the prickly sides of his cheeks against you. He forgot to shave this morning. You like when Walker lets his little facial hair grow out. His beard is patchy just like his fathers but you love the look. His fingers curve inside of you again and suddenly you’re about to cum.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close!” Panting out. The force from his hand gets faster and harder causing your body to shake as he begins to pound his hand into you. One of your hands goes behind you to grab his wrist. His other hand grabs your arm and holds you tightly there as your body begins to convulse violently. With your hand back behind you, you can feel your orgasm approach, well you can definitely feel it. You start squirting again the feeling of your orgasm shooting at walkers clothes. He’ll have to change before he can leave. Your arm still being held in place while his other hand begins to grab at his belt buckle. The sound of the zipper going down, then his tip slides right between your folds. Back arches from the contact you want more.

“Please fuck me.” You beg, ass wiggling around trying to find his dick so it can just slip right in but he stops you with his big hand giving each of your cheeks a few slaps. Your free hand goes behind you to stop the spanking but he’s quick to grab it and hold it with your other hand. You can feel his bare dick twitch behind you, just dying to be inside of you like a compass pointing right into your cunt. Before he pushes himself inside of you his fingers grab at the wedding ring right on your finger sliding it off and hearing the metal hit the top of the dryer. Confused but you decide to not ruin the moment with a simple question.

His fingers grab at his base to straighten his cock out and almost immediately upon penetration you know this isn’t Walker. Your head turns slightly to look behind you and you can see the recognizable green flannel that belongs to your father in law, lower part of it soaked with your arousal. His big broad hand holding both your arms back, veins poking out of his flushed red neck. His bottom lip sits between his teeth, his eyes catching you staring right at him.

“Poor little housewife, begging for her father in laws cock.” As much as you want to push him away, scream, fight, and cry for your husband your eyes just roll right back as he bottoms out inside of you. He’s the perfect size, the perfect girth, he’s perfect right inside of you and he knows it too. His free hand goes for the tripod taking the camera right off and moving it closer to his dick that’s moving slowly all the way out then slowly all the way back in.

Your mind isn’t thinking about where your husband is or how he might be standing at the door watching the whole scene happen before him instead you’re thinking about every vein you can feel on his cock, how stuffed you feel, how his balls slap right up against you, the mound of black and white pubic hair he has and how ticklish it feels grinding against you. The whole situation is fucked, how can you even go back to your husbands skinny dick? How can you ever look in your father in law in the eye after this? There’s a hard slap at your ass followed by Joel’s hand grabbing the skin at your hips.

“Such a good little slut.”

The coil in your lower stomach feels hot to the touch, your body smushed into the dryer the metal indenting into your skin. Your knees get closer together causing your pussy’s grip on Joel to get tighter around him. His hand lets go of both of yours as his thrusts get sloppier, he’s going to cum inside of you.

“Uh uh baby, you’re gon’ take this and you’re gon’ love it.” Both your hands try to push yourself out the dryer but joel just raises one of his legs to kneel beside you blocking your body from moving anymore from him. As much as you don’t want this your hand can’t help but wonder to your clit. Joel’s notices this and puts his hand over yours, your two small fingers and his two big ones rubbing all over your clit. The pressure is so much that you squirt again, your climax is grotesquely satisfying, tears begin to flow out your eyes as Joel moans very loudly, he sounds like he hasn’t had an orgasm in years and you just let the beast out the cage.

Following your release Joel gives you one last thrust practically shoving his cock inside your cervix, spraying hot cum all inside of you it feels like you’re full, so full of Joel’s cum. Body shaking around him milking him of everything he can give you. His thrusts get slower but you’re pressing back into him hard just chasing the high of being stretched full. His hand that’s still on yours slaps your clit and you’re coming again in an instant. He laughs at your desperate body as he looks down at his cock to see the white ring on cream sitting around base of him. Slowly he pulls out, his body goes limp and he lays against the washer right beside you.

Finally out the dryer you catch your breath and look at the red light blinking on your camera. You stop it the video and it saves it. A big part of you wants to delete this and curse at Joel for taking advantage of you like that, a small sluttier piece of you wants to watch it again while you suck joel clean. You just set the camera to the side, not deleting it yet. You and Joel just look each other in the eye while he begins to put his dirty dick back in his pants. he zips up and then gets up groaning like the old man he is in the process.

“You better get cleaned up, don’t want my boy to see his slut wife with his dads cum in her.” You sit on the floor at his feet just watching him grab his bag of tools and leave. Your phone dings and you wonder if it’s Walker telling you to move out cause he saw the whole scene.

Got fucking pulled over I was too excited to head home and fuck you! :(((

Just gonna head back to work :( hungry and horny see you tonight baby

While you look at those texts, one pops up sent 30 minutes ago from Joel

Hey darling I’m gonna head over and check out that dryer for ya, see you soon!

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Toji had a record. He saw his parole officer more than his kid. He was in and out of jail. Sent to prison a couple times but always got out because he had “good behavior”. Had his sentences significantly reduced. Soon he was able to walk the streets again. He was fucking the warden. When you had met him he came into your job asking if they were hiring. They were, they needed a cook and he did kitchen duty in prison so he fit the criteria.

He thought nothing of you as first. The dumb little hostess who always came to bother the kitchen with stupid questions. You would come sauntering into the kitchen in that little black skirt and tight black low cut shirt, he would roll his eyes and set down his knife to answer whatever dumb question you had.

“Can you make the fish tacos with no fish?”

“Can you make a half well done half medium steak?”

“What meat comes in the chicken burrito?”

As much as he hated the questions the customers asked you he loved answering to you.

“Sure doll.” Was his favorite way to respond to you. And the blush that crept onto your cheeks showed that it was also your favorite way to get answered. When you switched to being a waitress Toji was ecstatic. Finally he was able to see you all the time. This is when the relationship the two of y’all had took a turn.

Smoke breaks outside became longer, the conversations became more intimate, and suddenly Toji was asking you to “help” him get something from the fridge that conveniently had no cameras inside of it.

Makeout sessions against the racks that held vegetables became a regular thing. Cold noses rubbing against each other was a comfort for the two of you. Then you became more bolder each day passing. Pushing him back against the rack behind him that held the marinating meat and fumbling with the stings that kept his chef pants up. Teasing only got you so far and you’ve decided you needed more. You needed his cock. Toji adored you for this. Making a bold move and taking what you wanted. Who would he be if he denied a request from a beautiful woman like yourself.

“Fuck babydoll, just like that.” Rough hand behind your head pushing you further down his thick cock, past your gag reflex. Toji knew the tickets were probably piling up on the expo and your tables probably needed refills. Clueless customers looking around for their waitress, just wondering where she could be. To busy trying to get the head chef off in the fridge.

Tongue swirling around the head he knew he wouldn’t last long. Toji hadn’t felt this good in a while and he wasn’t about to stop you so some dipshit in your section can get another Diet Coke. Instead he pushed you past your limit, just fucking your throat at this point and you allowed it. God he can’t remember that last time he came down someone’s throat.

“I’m gonna come doll!” And that’s what he did. The voices on the other side of the fridge got louder as he shot ropes down your throat. Pulling back you opened your mouth and showed him the pool of white on your tongue - in the blink of an eye it was gone. Pulling you back up he quickly shoves lemons in your arms as he grabs a marinated chicken. Suddenly the fridge door opens and there’s half the staff wondering where the chef and a waitress are.

“What I needed help with this.” Pushing past, Toji lets you out first while he follows behind giving everyone his stank face. He couldn’t wait to get you back in the fridge later that night.