#polyester smut

Shivers constantly wrack your body that is currently sandwiched between their muscle.

Polyester to your left, his brother to your right.

Polyurethane’s mouth is slotted tight against yours, kissing you so deep it’s like he’s trying to eat you. The metal ball in his tongue swipes messily against your palette and you can’t even feel your eyes that have since rolled back into your skull.

Meanwhile, Polyester is no kinder. Licking and biting at your neck, blowing at the trails of saliva he leaves behind just to watch you twitch- cunt squeezing needily around the fingers he’s got fucking your tight hole. The slick piercing of Polyurethane’s laves across your tongue when you break the kiss- the muscle hanging out your mouth as you try to catch your breath. The nice thing to do would be to let you.

Where’s the fun in that?

Polyurethane coos- before sucking your tongue right into his own mouth. Polyester hisses at the sudden gush of slick from your pussy, hard clit throbbing erratically under his thumb. Warbled moans escape your mouth caught in a kiss that already sounds so pornographic you could cum from that alone.

Another tongue traces the shell of your ear, wet and heavy before sucking the whorl inside and you cry.

“C’mon”, Polyurethane pops off your swollen lips, breathing against your panting mouth, “open your mouth up some more for us, pretty.”

“Yeah, I want some too”. Polyester moans, lapping a fat trail up your jugular to suckle more hot welts onto the sensitive skin, swooping down to take your mouth in a kiss that’s just as filthy as the one his brother had been dominating you with.

The lack of metal in his mouth is a nice contrast along with the almost teasingly obscene way Polyester kisses you compared to the hypnotically intense way Polyurethane does.

Your lips slide and suck against each others when you feel another two fingers slide down your flushed body, squeezing inside you beside Polyester’s. Heat washes over you like molten lava- consuming you with how full you feel. Polyester kisses you harder, moaning as he slurps into the humid cavern, licking hungrily across your teeth and sucking your bottom lip.

Hands and mouths are everywhere and it quickly gets to the point where you don’t know which is which or where they stop and you begin.

Four fingers work seamlessly in tandem to drive you off the cliff of your sanity— thrusting away at the rough patch of nerves along your walls, basking in the sloppy noises coming from your cunt and playing thumb war with your clit. It’s both heaven and hell.

“God, you’re so loud baby.” Polyurethane rasps against your cheek, nipping the flesh at your cute hiccuping gasps.

“S’probably because she’s gonna cum soon, aren’t you?”

Your moans turn into wails, looking every bit the whore as tears roll down your cheeks. Polyurethane licks it up with a sick grin. Polyester’s fingers spreading you open while Polyurethane knuckles at your g-spot watching your brain leak out your pussy. Somehow, you’ve gotten even louder.

“Yeaah, she is”, he scoffs. “Easy little slut.”

Polyester barely has the swollen bud of your tit out from between his teeth, Polyurethane spanking punishing swats directly on your poor clit, your thudding pulse racing against the hold he has on your throat squeezing lightly with his tongue in your mouth when you just can’t take anymore- falling clean apart at the seams under the onslaught of brutal pleasure.

It’s searing— the way your orgasm burns through you.

You’re screaming, wailing, full on shaking, begging- even praying as you cum so hard it hurt. The twins don’t let up for a second, prolonging your orgasm for as long as you manage to stay conscious. Normally, they’d drag it out longer- really make you beg for it but your cute pathetic little desperate reactions to them; completely beside yourself, were just too divine. (ゝ◡∂）

By the time you come to, they’re sucking you off their fingers, whispering praises as they maneuver your limp body into a different position. Polyester beneath you, Polyurethane behind you; both hard.

Voice hoarse but eager, eyes glossy when you ask,

“W-what now?”

Polyester’s taken to beating your clit with the fat head of his dick, precum leaking from his slit mixing with your juices as Polyurethane spreads you open. Whistling lowly at the sight you make. They couldn’t wait to ruin you.

Pushing you down until your burning cheek is flush to the hard planes of Polyester’s body, face resting against his smooth pec; the rest of you in a perfect arch and suddenly feel something prod at your asshole.

You jerk but between the two of them there’s nowhere to go and nowhere you’d want to be.

Polyurethane gets your excitement but he won’t have all that squirming and fidgeting. There’s no warning when his hand comes down on your ass with a deafening ‘crack!!’, leaving you gasping in pain at the delicious burn but staying still for the most part. Polyester coos, sharing a look with his brother.

If you had the presence of self to look at either, you’d know it meant that you’re calling out of work tomorrow.

Hard lengths slide against both your wet holes, applying more pressure at each swipe until they’re pushing in. You moan in unison at the tight fit. For you, it’s because you’ve never been so full. Stuffed to the brim from both ends, the pleasure making you delirious as your mouth drops open in a broken whine— drooling on Polyester’s peck- already fucked out.

For them, it’s a little bit of everything. Your soft curves snug against them, the sodden chokehold your pussy and ass has their cocks in- down to the way your prettily painted toes curl when you try to take what they give you only to cry and whine when you ultimately can’t.

Polyurethane hisses through his teeth, slamming his pelvis tight against you as he jams the rest of the way in, helping himself to your gooey walls when he remembers you asked something earlier.

“Now-”, he lands another heavy hit to your ass, “we have even more fun.”

Polyester thrusts deep, the weight of him brain emptying inside you. Winding his fingers through your hair, he’s pulling your mouth up to his with a groan, kissing you wet and deep. Your tongues mold against each other in your lip-lock, little ‘uh uh’s breaking through here and there as Polyurethane picks up the pace.

“S’ she still in there?” He purrs, cruel and taunting.

“Doesn’t look like it.” Polyester grins back, talking about you like you’re not even there.

It’s so hot you don’t know what to do.

In fact, you’re even concerned that the way you feel now might very well become an addiction. But would having them as your dealers be the worst thing in the world? Polyester and Polyurethane had their differences but they worked well together in everything they did. Wrecking you was no exception.

Thick forearms slide under your arms, pulling you off his lips with a slick ‘pop’, holding you up against another hard body— a big hand moving to collar your throat, squeezing tight enough to make you lightheaded then shaking you gently like a ragdoll. Blue blown eyes look down into your glazed ones with a pout laced with faux pity, licking his lips, the glimpse you catch of the metal ball makes your mouth water.

“Stick your tongue out.”

It’s an order and you obey before it can even finish processing.

Polyurethane grins in satisfaction at how easy you obey. Such an easy girl- rewarding you with another filthily deep grind into your asshole. He watches the muscle twitch in anticipation before laving his own tongue against it in slow licks. Letting the cool ball on his tongue send you into overdrive.

He doesn’t stop licking your tongue until both your mouths are wet with your shared saliva that he sucks off your tongue— before spitting right down your throat.

“Swallow.” He’s nasty with it, smooching your top and bottom lip as he waits.

On another solar system at this point, you obey, tightening like a vice. Engorged clit pulsing so hard that when Polyester goes to bully it; flicking the wet nub with strong fingers- you squirt. Liquid gushing gracelessly out of you wetting the man beneath you, you can’t even pull yourself together enough to be embarrassed about it, visceral groans tearing from your throat and you still can’t breathe properly with the hold around your neck—choked pleading because if you cum this hard it’ll kill you— practically wringing the orgasm out of you.

“Gooood fuckin’ girl..”

They don’t stop.

Hands, mouths, tongues, cocks, lips, are everywhere as they fuck you through that orgasm and the rest of the ones they make you take like you were never meant to even breathe without them.

You’ve long since gone boneless, listening blissed out while they use you like a single fleshlight they’ve been forced to share. The angle of them makes it feel like they’re rubbing your insides together and there’s little you can do besides drool and cum, painting their dicks with your cream.

When they finally do cum, it’s a lot. Filling you so deep it seeps out even with them still stuffed inside. They pant, groaning and hissing in pleasure as they fill you up for almost a minute straight while they take turns sharing your mouth, hands groping your tits and anywhere else they can reach until they finally pull out.

“Fuck..”

You’re gone.

Glazed eyes, mouth wet with whoever’s spit, holes leaking everywhere and numb.

They’re gentle then.

Brushing your hair back, peppering you with kisses that don’t consume, massaging your legs and rubbing the spots they bit, spanked, or sucked too harshly. It’s gone quiet while they wait for you to come back, breathing deeply. Polyester breaks first, impatient as always.

“Hey”, he nuzzles your cheek, “all good?”

You let out a sleepy ‘mhm’ as Polyurethane kisses your other cheek sweetly before sliding off the bed.

“I’ll be back. Gotta get you cleaned up okay babe? Polyester, keep her company.”

“Loud and clear. She’s in the perfect hands.”

By the time Polyurethane gets back, you’re out cold. He smirks, huffing through his nose as he shares an amused look with his brother.

“Think we were too hard on her?”

“Oh definitely.”

You smiled, seeing a mop of purple hair creeping in.

Polyester tip toed his way over to your desk, placing a cup of coffee along with a small plate with a chocolate pastry next to you, doing his best to stay off camera to avoid being seen by your staff.

You felt your face flush, as you leaned out of the frame of the camera.

“You're very sweet- thank you.” You whispered close to his ear, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before you turned your attention back to your meeting. “I don't understand why you can't simply split the shipment when it arrives, then make up the difference once the evening shipment arrives?”

You were so engrossed in your employees, that you missed the lovesick look on Polyester's face, his hands on his cheeks as he quickly walked out of your office into the hallway.

You also missed the angry look Polyurethane shot at his older brother, as Polyester wanted to tease him about being the favorite, giving him a smug smirk while pointing to the prominent ruby red mar where your lips had met his skin.

He wore your lipstick stain like a prize, refusing to wipe it off, even if it did stain his nice jumpsuit.

Little did you know that with that small act of affection, you had accidentally started a war.

It was getting later into the night, and unfortunately, it seems you were going to be stuck in your office for a little while longer.

Your head Security Officer had called out sick, and you were already down another guy due to him moving onto another job, so you bit the bullet and took it upon yourself to be on camera duty and asset protection.

It was easy, just really boring.

Your radio sat upon your desk with a full charge ready to go, as your eyes were glued onto the camera feeds in The Club downstairs.

You reported any activities that seemed odd to your bouncers and private guards- making sure there was no non consensual funny business going on in your establishment… Consensual funny business is all well and good, though.

You made money on people having a good time, so you didn't make a habit of breaking up a little bit of frisky business going on in your booths.

You just made a note to have it deep cleaned later.

You couldn't help but yawn, stretching your arms over your head as your office doors creaked open once more.

This time, it was a mop of pink hair that greeted you on the way in.

He placed a brown, greasy paper bag on your desk- making sure to use a tray so as to not ruin your expensive furniture with fast food stains.

You felt yourself begin to drool at the smell, knowing full well you shouldn't be eating something so unhealthy, but your stomach was shaking in anger as you hadn't eaten since earlier when Polyester brought you a little snack.

The worst part?

He placed an Extra Large Milkshake on your desk next to the meal, wiggling his eyebrows in your direction as if he could read your mind.

“Ugh- you are the worst!” You complained, but laughed as you reached into the bag to put a French fry into your mouth. “But, you're also the best.”

You stood up a little, placing a kiss under his jaw, not really thinking too much about the small display of affection.

“Anything for My Mistress.” Polyurethane spoke, an equally goofy love struck look on his face as he walked out of your office as well.

Polyester was waiting outside of the doors, glaring daggers at his brother as the ruby red mark was located lower on his body than his own.

He had to fix that.

He marched himself into your private bathroom, grabbing a handful of various lotions and hair products, throwing them all into a shower caddy as he marched right back out into the hallway.

Polyurethane glared at him as he slowly crept his way back into your office.

You had finished eating by that point, working on the rest of your milkshake as you continued to watch the cameras and call in any suspicious activity to your guys on the ground.

“My Mistress-” Polyester spoke, holding up a hairbrush in one hand with a bottle of dry shampoo in the other. “All this stress is totally not Gucci for your hair, let me fix it for you.”

“Oh?” You asked, putting your cup down as you ran your fingers through the hair on your scalp. “It seems you are correct, my hair could use a little touch up.”

“I got you.” He spoke confidently, as you sat back in your chair while you continued to watch the cameras like a hawk.

It was only around 10 PM, and you stayed open until after last call at 2 AM, where staff had to kick the last few patrons out as the closers would finish cleaning and preparing for the next day.

You weren't leaving that seat until then.

You felt the tension in your shoulders easing, as Polyester gently began to untangle some of the knots in your hair with his fingers, before running the brush through it as he sprayed the shampoo into your scalp to help remove any extra oils that had accumulated.

You sighed, leaning back into his touch, as he ran his fingers through your now clean hair, applying a layer of high quality finishing oil to keep any unruly frizz in check and out of the way.

At least you can say you look like a real woman again, and not some overworked office zombie… even if that was closer to the truth than you wanted it to be.

“Aw, thanks so much, Polyester.” You cooed, turning away from the camera for just a moment to beckon him closer to you.

He leaned in, his face a deep shade of pink as he began to blush, as you gave him a kiss under his ear and one on top of his shoulder to show your thanks.

Your gaze immediately turned back to the cameras, not noticing the triumphant punch he gave to the air as he walked back out of your office.

Polyurethane was waiting outside, as his brother smugly began pointing out the two new bright red, lip shaped marks that were left on his skin.

Polyurethane was fuming, huffing angrily as he refused to be outdone by his big brother.

He, too, had snuck his way into your private bathroom to grab a bottle from one of your vanity drawers… maybe you should change the locks to your bedroom.

He also managed to snag a pair of glasses off of your nightstand on his way out.

He ran right past his brother in the hallway, not even sparring him another look, only coming to a screeching haunt outside of your office doors.

He cleared his throat as he calmly opened them up, confidentially swaggering his way back into your working space.

“Mistress!” He happily greeted, jogging up behind your desk as he got closer, throwing his arms over your shoulders in a warm embrace. “It's, like, terrible for your eyes to stare at a screen for so long.”

“Yes, I'm aware- I can already feel the ache in my head from it.” You spoke, patting his arm to signal for him to let you go so that you could sit back up in your chair to continue your monitoring session.

“Nuh-uh, there will be no headache as long as moi's around.” He sang out, gently placing the glasses he got from your room in front of your eyes.

“Oh! My blue light glasses!” You smiled, adjusting the frames so that they sat comfortably on your face. “Nice idea, Polyurethane! You're a life saver.”

“I try.” He shrugged standing behind you as his eyes looked at your security camera footage. He cringed, watching the humans getting sloppy and making a mess all over your beautiful club.

He shook his head, quietly popping the cap off the bottle he got from your bathroom, as he poured a generous amount of the heady scented oil onto his palms.

He rubbed his hands together to warm it up, as he gently slipped his hands under the collar of your dress shirt to get into contact with the bare skin of your neck and shoulders.

“Wah?” You flinched, but only for a moment, as you felt Polyurethane pressing his thumbs into the base of your neck.

From there, he began to run them up to your hair line, and back down to the base of your shoulder blade.

He could feel your muscles jumping, begging to loosen under the pressure he was placing, as he rubbed them along the grain to try and keep them from going stiff.

“Ah-hmmm, that feels so nice.” You moaned, leaning back in your chair, fighting the urge to close your eyes as you continued to monitor the room below.

“Good! I aim to please.” He whispered, his words sounding slightly flirtatious, as his hands moved on from your neck to your shoulders.

“Oh trust me, you already are.” You sighed, lifting your arm to pull his face down closer to yours.

“Ahh-” he squeaked, his hands stilling on your skin as you licked a long stripe up his neck to his ear.

You smirked, as you felt him shiver under your simple and surprising touch.

“You're such a good boy, Polyurethane.” You whispered, giving him a kiss on his neck. You pulled him in closer and placed another kiss on his shoulder as you moved away to turn your attention back onto the monitors. “I'm almost done here, once it's Last Call I'll finish up and head upstairs.”

“Yuh-yes, Mistress.” Polyurethane stuttered, giving you a wobbly bow, as he did his best to walk straight and back out of your office.

That was harder to do when suddenly your clothing felt a whole lot tighter.

Sadly his love sickness didn't last for very long, as he immediately locked eyes with his brother outside of the big double doors, while also flaunting his new ruby red marks that decorated his skin.

“You know what this means, don't you?” Polyester huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he sent a silent challenge over to his brother.

“Oh- it's so on.” Polyurethane chuckled, also crossing his arms to show that he would gladly rise to overcome this little game they were about to play.

There was a beat- 3… 2… 1…

Then it was on.

They simultaneously took off running, shooting off like a pair of twin rockets, running down the hallway and up the stairs as quickly as they could.

They hardly noticed they had trampled and squished Snaps on their way up, the poor zipper’s guts spilling out onto the carpet due to their combined weight.

In a flash, they were back in your room, quickly cleaning and organizing all of your belongings that they had previously torn through, making sure not to leave anything out of place in their rush.

They were like a pink and purple blur that was shooting back and forth through your room.

After all of that fussing was finally over, they stood together at attention, their arms behind their backs as their chests were puffed out. They waited so patiently for you to retire to your chambers, as they wanted to bid you a proper goodnight, before heading off to bed themselves.

It didn't take long for you to lock up and shut down for the night, leaving your staff to complete the closeout of the Club and Bar down below.

You tilted your head in confusion at the Zipper mess on the stairs, shrugging as you knew he would clean up after himself once he was able to come back again.

Those little creatures were tough, that's for sure.

You made sure the rest of the lights were off inside the house before deciding to get ready to turn in for the night.

Yawning as you move to cover your mouth with your hand, trying not to cough as you were shocked to be greeted not by a dark and empty room, but by a pair of warm voices and a cozy space.

“Welcome home, Mistress!” Polyester and Polyurethane greeted, bowing deeply as you gave them a quizzical look in return.

“Shouldn't you be in bed? You have work tomorrow.” You scolded, moving to stand in front of them as you crossed your arms in disapproval.

“Yes, but!” Polyester spoke, lifting his head to look at you.

“We wanted to make sure that you were comfortable first.” Polyurethane finished, lifting his head up as well to look at you.

“That's so sweet, but you don't have to, I don't want you to be tired for your shift tomorrow.” You smiled, walking up to them to caress both their cheeks in your hand.

You finally got a good look at them, noticing the smudged lipstick marks from earlier still on their skin.

“Oh, dear, let me get that for you.” You said, reaching into your pants pocket to grab your handkerchief.

“As if!” They spoke out in unison, backing away from your touch as if you had burnt then.

“Huh?” You asked while tilting your head in confusion, watching them both take another step away from you.

They were covering the red marks with their hands while they shook their heads back and forth.

“No!” Polyurethane cried, followed by a “I want to keep them!” Polyester whined.

“Keep them?” You asked, placing your hands on your hips as you waited for them to explain further.

“They are like little reminders.” Polyester whispered, pressing his fingers together as he looked down at the floor.

“It's like we get a reminder of your sweet praise.” Polyurethane sung out, covering his face with his hands as he shyly kicked at the floor beneath his feet.

“Oh… Oh!” You exclaimed, finally understanding what they meant. You couldn't help but laugh as you couldn't believe that they were feeling that desperate for your affection.

“You both are so silly sometimes.” You whispered, walking forward while placing a palm on each of their chests, pressing lightly as you guided them to the foot of your bed.

You shoved them down rather harshly, enjoying the sweet sounds of their surprised yelps, as they bounced just a little bit while landing on their backs on your mattress.

You sent them a devious smile, crawling up the bed to kneel between them, caging them in between your arms as you licked your lips in anticipation.

You watched in sheer satisfaction, as their throats danced as they swallowed, trying to hide the pooling saliva in their maw's while they pretended they weren't absolutely drooling over your affection.

It seems you've been so caught up in your work that you had been neglecting them by mistake.

Seems like now's a perfectly good time to rectify that.

They wanted lipstick stains?

They were going to get lipstick stains.

“My poor, sweet boys.” You sang out, reaching into your pocket to grab your favorite tube of fresh lipstick.

The same Ruby Red Color that was currently marking their skin.

“Strip.” You commanded, sitting up on your knees while snapping your fingers, feeling a deep sense of gratification as they began to remove their suits without any hesitation.

While they were scrambling to take their clothes off, you made a show to pull the cap loudly off the tube, tossing it to the side while you parted your lips- licking at them to help moisten the now dried skin.

You spread the lipstick across your lips, staring down at the two angels wrapped in your bedsheets, as they laid themselves bare and at attention for you to enjoy.

You felt your stomach begin to tense up, experiencing the telltale sign of beign turned on, as the sensation of a pulsating rhythm was beging to build up inside of your pussy.

The two of them drove you absolutely feral sometimes, sending your normally sharp mind into a frenzied spiral.

You had to touch them.

You syarted here, leaning down to place your lips onto Polyester's jaw, feeling him tilt his head back in obidience as you softly kissed his and licked at his soft and fair skin.

“Ah- fuck.” Polyester had exclaimed, as you noticed his fist clenching onto the sheets as he did his best to not squirm around too much at your touch.

“Hah?!” Polyurethane whined, tossing his head around as you used your free hand that wasn't holding the lipstick tube to caress and tease his muscular body.

You started by running your nails against his skin, hard enough to leave little marks, as you would pinch and flick at his erect nipples once your hands had passed over them.

“Hng- want more!” Polyester moaned, begging you to touch him in the one place where he really wanted you to.

You laughed, smacking your lips against his skin as you felt him continue to squirm under your touch.

“Pacience, my Sweet Boy.” You sang out to him, barely removing your lips from his skin. “Don't you want me to play with you? Mark you up so that everyone knows who you belong to?”

“Yes!” Polyester practically screamed, his eyes rolling back as he tilted his head back. “Love my Mistress, love being owned.”

“Good Boy.” You praised, feeling a shiver run through his body.

“Simp- Ow!” Polyurethane gave out a sharp yelp, as you twisted his skin harshly in a pinch as you heard him whispering an insult under his breath.

“Behave.” You warned, letting him go as you continued to cover his brother's skin in your lipstick stains.

“Yes, Mistress.” Polyurethane sighed, enjoying the feeling of your softer touch rubbung soothing patterns on his now irritated skin.

The quiet room was filled with obscenities- as soft whimpers were followed in tandem with loud, wet sucking noises was all that could be heard echoing inside the bedroom.

“Been good.” Polyester whined, finally seemingly to hit his limit of your teasing. “More, please- more!”

Your lips made a slick squelching noise as you lifted yourself off of Polyester's now sensitive skin.

You looked him over in admiration as he was absolutely covered in you- his face was dusted a deep shade of red as he was panting and whining like a common dog.

You pulled your phone out from your pocket, snapping a quick photo of the purple haired twin.

Only then did you turn your attention to Polyurethane.

Honestly, you really did think about making him wait just a little while longer, due to his bratty attitude earlier, but you were the one that was starting to get a little antsy.

The overwhelming desier to have a matching set of photos for your personal collection winning over your stubborn attitude to always be in control.

You were only human, afterall.

You switched sides easily, making sure to cover Polyurethane's face and shoulders in shiny, ruby red marks that were in the shape of your lips.

Making sure to also switch up your free hand, running your hands and nails up Polyester's chiseled pecs and abs that were covered in your marks and bruises.

“Aha! Finally! My Mistress!” Polyurethane laughed loudly, as he tried to slurp up the drool that was falling out of his mouth in desperation, the sound of relief ringing in his spoken tone.

“Aw, my poor Baby! We're you feeling neglected?” you asked, lifting up your lips to lick up from the bottom of his tit up to his neck.

“Yes! Yes!” Polyurethane shouted, his fist also gripping your sheets harshly as he felt your warm tongue gliding against his tacky skin. “Need my Mistress!”

“Such a sweet Boy.” you praised, biting into the supple flesh of his pulse point, as you heard a scream get stuck in his throat by your actions.

You continued to mark him- occasionally sucking deeply at his skin, leaving nasty purple bruises that contrasted so beautifully with your choice in ruby red lipstick color.

The same wet smacking noises from before continue echoing out while you plastered Polyurethane's body with your marks, making sure to continue to stimulate his brother at the same time as to make sure he didn't feel neglected.

“I have such a good pair of Boys, don't I?” You praised, laughing as you watched their cocks jumping in unison at the praise that was spilling out of your mouth.

They couldn't get enough of it.

You felt that it was a challenge sometimes though, having to physically keep up with the two of them.

Still- this was something you would happily rise to, and even overcome, if it meant keeping them both happy.

Helathy sleep schedule be dammned.

Once you had finally felt you had sufficiently left Polyurethane a whining, drooling mess, you lifted yourself up to snap a quick photo of him as a nice little keepsake for later.

You tossed your phone to the side and off the bed, hearing it land on the carpet below, as you finally looked down to admire the work you had just done.

Their skin was sticky and shiny from your constant licking, purple and swollen from your constant sucking, and plastered with ruby red lip marks in the shape of your mouth from your constant kissing.

Only then did you decide to grant them mercy.

You leaned in closer, using your tongue to lick a fat strip up from the base of Polyester's cock, lifting yourself all the way up to the top of his angry and leaky head.

“Oh! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck-” Polyester screamed, his eyes rolling back as he bucked his hips up into your mouth to try and chase this warm new feeling.

You could taste his pre that had been leaking out, as the slightly bitter taste coated your mouth, causing you to slurp and swallow at the excess saliva you had been producing.

“Now, now.” You chided, lifting back up to place a hand on his hips to still his movements. “None of that, you'll choke me to death if you force it.

“Right, Suh-sorry.” He whimpered, already missing the warmth if your mouth around his dick.

“Good Boy.” You whispered, leaning back in.

He had thrown his head back agaisnt your mattress, letting out a loud and satisfied groan, as you went back in for another quick taste.

This time though, you lowered your lips to encase the tip in your mouth, circling your tongue around his head and shaft as your senses were overtaken by nothing else other than the angel Polyester.

You had slowly began lowering down onto his cock until you felt yourself nearly gagging, his large size caused him to hit the back of your throat before you could take him completely into your mouth.

You pushed through the discomfort, forcing your body to remain silent and still, as you pressed further and further down, all the way until your mouth had hit his pubic area.

You took a deep breathe through your nose as you pressed down harder, leaving a giant red mark from your lipstick in your wake, as you quickly pulled back up to enjoy the sight of the red ring at the base of his cock.

“Oh- how sweet.” You said as the docomfort from earlier had left your body, admiring your handiwork as you felt it was time to finally switch gears.

You used your hand to continue to stroke Polyester, as you switched over to give Polyurethane your attention.

“Remember to behave, ok? Only Good Boys get rewarded.” You scolded, leaning into the younger brother's space as he nodded his head quickly.

“Yes, yes! I will!” He reassured, squirming in anticipation as he was finally about to get what it was he wanted.

You did the same for him, slowly running your tongue up the base of his swollen cock, feeling it jump under your touch as he whined at the warm and wet sensation.

You used your dripping tounge to circle the head, lowering yourself down fully onto him while fighting your gag reflex, pushing yourself to leave a similar red ring at the very base of his dick.

“Ah-hah! So good! The best!” Polyurethane groaned, throwing his arms over his eyes as he melted under your simple touch.

You continued to loudly slurp at suck, drooling all over his shaft as you stroked Polyurethane's cock with your mouth, giving him gentle bites while he began to writhe around under you.

“Ah- close, so close!” Polyurethane cried out, gripping at your sheets so hard you were afraid he was going to rip then apart.

You could tell he was close, felling how close he was to his release as his cock had began to swell even more.

You lifted off of him with a loud pop, using your other hand to stroke him, as you switched back over to suck on Polyester's cock.

You gave him the same treatment, as your saliva coated his shaft while you nibbled and sucked on his dick, watching as he began to moan louder and louder as he writhed under your touch.

“So good, fuck- Ah!” Polyester had cried, reveling in the warmth you had given to him once more.

You pulled off of him as well, grabbing him with your other hand as you began to stroke them both at a steady pace.

“You all deserve a reward for being so sweet to me earlier.” You said, leaning down to kiss and nibble at their cocks as you continued to stroke both of them.

Two high pitched whines came out of them, as they both proclamied simply that they wre “Cumming!” while moanining in perfect sync.

They finished nearly at the same time, too, coating your hands and their chests with thick strings of their sticky seed.

You made a point to raise both hands to your lips, licking each one as you gave a loud moan of satisfaction at their combined taste.

By the end of it they were left boneless, panting like animals trying to catch their breath while sinking into your mattress.

You laughed while standing up, making your way into your bathroom to grab some clean towels and wipes to clean them up.

You made sure that their bodies were as clean as they could be, running the warm wash cloth over their now bruised and marred skin to pick up anything big.

Then using the smaller wipes to clean up any leftover unsightly dried up patches that was sure to be uncomfortable through the night.

“Well, I got some bad news-” you giggled, looking down at your alarm clock that was on your bedside table. “Your shift starts in 3 hours. Was it worth it?”

A chorus of “Yes!” And “Hell yeah, what the fuck?” Could be heard being sung out as you crawled into bed next to the two of them.

You switched off the lights, settling in, as they cuddled up to your sides as they finally were able to fall asleep comfortably.

The next day, as you sat in your office getting some work done, you heard your phone notifications going off inside your drawer.

Needing a break, you pulled the device out, scanning the screen as you recieved what could only be described as a sad text message from the brother complaining about how tired they were.

You rolled your eyes, sending them each the pictures you took last night, telling them they should have gone to bed at a reasonable hour instead of waiting for you.

There was a pause, as both of them began typing at once.

“Worth it.” Was the text you received back.

However, in your own defense, it was really hard to speak sometimes- especially having to say something so long and specific when you're out of breath or out of focus.

You knew who you were talking to, it's not really your fault that they couldn't figure it out!

Like that one time you all decided to take a scenic hike up a mountain trail on your day off…

The website and reviews insisted it was a trail that was beginner friendly, but you would say having to get up a steep incline using both your hands and feet wasn't something you would constitute as beginner friendly!

You would have brought gloves had you known you needed them!

By the time you had gotten up the incline, you had looked up to see that the brothers had their backs to you, wings spread out as they were admiring the view from on top of the Cliffside.

You huffed, visibly pouting, as you couldn't believe they would use their wings and break the spirit of hiking!

“Ah, a little help here, Poly Babe.” You whined, reaching up in front of you towards Polyester.

He was the closest one to you, you thought it would have been crystal clear who you were speaking to.

It wasn't clear enough, it seems.

In the blink of an eye, you had two hands reaching for you, as they accidentally knocked arms trying to reach out to your outstretched hand.

“‘Scuse me, Bro- I got this.” Polyester spoke, his tone just a little on the combative side.

He reached down to grab the back of your hand, but it was knocked away quickly by Polyurethane.

“Nah, it's cool, I got this.” Polyurethane spoke, getting closer to grabbing you.

Unfortunately fate had different plans for you, as you would never get to see the peak of this mountain top.

“No, no, no.” Polyester chided his brother, doing the same by grabbing his hand and tossing it to the side, as he crouched down and grabbed onto your wrist. “Really, I got this.”

You didn't go anywhere, though, as you wanted to cry in frustration. Polyurethane pulled the same move again, grabbing his brother's hand and tossing it to the side as he grabbed onto you.

“Dude- don't be cringe.” Polyurethane hissed out, glaring at his older brother who was crouching next to him. “She was talking to me anyway, right Pookie?”

“Uhh-” you tried to make words come out of your mouth, but you couldn't before you were cut off again.

“Cringe?!” Polyester shouted, placing a palm on his shoulder as he shoved his brother to the side, causing him to tumble over. “You're the one who can't even tell who she's talking to- right Sweetheart?”

“You're so wrong that it hurts!” You heard Polyurethane shout just before you saw him lunge at his brother.

You heard grunting, struggling, and a bit of name calling as you felt your arms growing tired from holding onto the steep ledge.

“Guys?” You called out pitifully, your hands letting go as you slid down the dusty incline on your stomach.

You just laid there in the dirt, as you listened to the sounds of gunshots and metal clanging together as they fought.

Oh well, who wouldn't want a face full of dirt on a sweaty afternoon anyway?

You thought after that, you would've learned your lesson by now, but it seems your sin is being a glutton for punishment.

You were so drunk off of your own euphoria, your own pleasure, as you cried loudly while you were on your knees on your bed. You were leaning forward, your lips tightly wrapped around Polyurethane's cock, making obscene noises as you slurped and sucked on his sensitive flesh.

While you were doing that, you were trying to ground your hips down towards his slobbering mouth that was busy lapping at your sensitive clit.

It was a little difficult, as you were being pushed away from Polyurethane's sweet mouth, as your whole body was being pushed around by none other than Polyester, as he thrusted his hips harshly into your backside.

Polyester's cock was driving into your squishy pussy lips from behind, fucking your whole body forward, as the motion was causing you to gag and choke on Polyurethane's dick.

You didn't hear any complaints from him, though, as you felt him continue to lick and suck as your sensitive folds as he drank up all of the fluids dropping out of you.

That's when you felt it- the perfect combination!

Polyester's fat cock head stroking up against the sensitive spot inside of your plush walls that was mixing in with the constant throbbing you were feeling from Polyurethane's suckling and nibbling at your sensitive clit.

You were screaming, feeling that coil inside you threatening to snap at any moment.

“Ah! Hah- fuck!” You were panting, having to pull off of Polyurethane's cock in order to breathe. “So good, please.” You begged for more, using one of your hands to stroke his dick that was still wet with your saliva.

“Need more- more, puh-pleasss. Poly, Ple-asssseee!” You cried out, not really able to form words, and regretfully not paying attention to what you were saying.

“Fuck, Sweetheart- can feel you squeezing me.” Polyester spoke, his thumbs rubbing softly against your hips as he continued to press into you. “You call out to me so good.”

“Hmph!” You heard Polyurethane huff out, his lips pulling off of you with a loud and wet pop. “She was defo calling out for me, Bro.”

“Uh- the fuck she was?” Polyester spoke harshly back, stilling all his movements as he glared at his brother from in between the globes of your behind. “Clearly that was for me.”

No, no, no!

Not again- not now!

“Delulu as usual, right my Pookie?” Polyurethane teased while sending a cheeky smile up to his brother from behind, well, your cheeks.

“No- nonono! Don't stop!” You whined, trying to throw your hips back to get Polyester to continue to fuck you.

He held onto you tightly as he stopped your movements, pulling his cock out completely from your dripping hole, as his eyes never left his brother's face that was all slick and shiny from all of your gushing.

“Cuh- come on! No fighting, I was so close!” You basically cried, pressing your face into the mattress next to Polyurethane's hips as you felt tears of disappointment stinging in the back of your eyes.

“Not fighting- just trying to prove to this plus one who you really want.” Polyester spoke, confidence in his voice as he gently pressed your hips, causing you to fall over onto your side so he could stare directly into his little brother's eyes. “Someone needs to learn their place, it seems.”

“Excuse fucking you, Bitch.” Polyurethane growled, baring his sharp teeth again as he balled his hands up into fists at his side.

“I hate it here- I literally hate it here.” you screamed into the bed, your voice muffled by the sheets as you slammed your fists down into the mattress.

You sobbed again, feeling your now empty cunt pulsing and clenching around nothing as you continued to throw a fit while the two of them had another angry staredown.

That once tight coil was not slowly releasing, no longer in the mood to snap and release the floodgates of ecstasy.

“I know, Pookie Bear.” Polyurethane tried to comfort you, never taking his eyes off his brother as he reached over to pat you on the back. “We can continue this elsewhere."

“I don't fucking think so.” Polyester shouted, as you felt him rip his brother's hands off of you.

That was all it took, as in a flash, they were a blur of limbs running around your bedroom, the sounds of metal clashing against metal could be heard once again as they argued and fought.

Oh Sure, they can find their underwear in a pile of discarded clothes, but they couldn't be bothered to finish you off?

You'd had it!

You remember putting an end to their fighting, grabbing each by the back of their necks, as you literally got up and tossed them out of your bedroom door. You slammed it shut behind you as they tumbled out, telling them to go somewhere else to rumble if they wanted to, and to leave you out of it!

They sat outside your door, blinking in shock at how strong you had suddenly become.

He'll hath no furry like a woman scorned, and you were feeling very scorned- ready to go scorched earth on this place after being so callously denied your release.

This was starting to get out of control!

The last time a mix up happened wasn't even your fault!

They had come back to you a few days later, crawling literally on their hands and knees while begging for your forgiveness. You would just pout your lips and turn the other direction, not buying into their apology one bit.

They would have to try a whole lot harder for you to falter.

That's just what they did.

They went all out on your next date- as they had rented a big and luxurious limousine, buying you a brand new dress, and adorning you in all kinds of glittery jewelry that made you feel like a princess.

They took you to one the most expensive, most exclusive restaurants in town, one that boasted a five star rating with over thousands of accolades to their name.

You all sat together in a secluded booth, whispering quietly to one another under the dimly lit lamp, enjoying the quiet atmosphere after your stomachs had been filled after the decadent meal.

You couldn't help but gush about getting to see your sweet Angel Boys all dressed up in their Sunday best. Their suits fit them so well, as you ran your eyes up and down their bodies as you admired how clean and fresh they looked for this date.

You were hoping the makeup part would be just as good, as you bit your bottom lip as you thought about what could happen by the end of the night.

“Are you ready for the check, Monsieur Poly?” The waiter asked, as a pair of bus boys came in and quickly cleared the table for you.

Your eyes went wide, having the aptitude to see it coming, as they both said yes while simultaneously reaching out to grab the little black pad from the waiter's hand.

It felt like everything was moving in slow motion, as you also tried to reach out for it, hoping to stop the argument before it even began.

But you were too late.

Their fingers collided, as they both reached out for the check.

“Uh- I got this, little Bro.” Polyester insisted, his hand grabbing the little pad.

“No, no. I insist.” Polyurethane said, as you swore you saw an angry vein pop up on his forehead.

He had also grabbed the pad, attempting to pull it out of his brother's grasp.

“Oh God, no.” You spoke, standing up in the booth to try and grab the black pad yourself.

Before you even got close, you felt a hand on each of your shoulders, pressing you down to sit firmly in your seat as they continued to pull the pad back and forth between them.

Their eyes never left each other, as they argued over who was going to foot the bill.

“The kind waiter was clearly speaking to me.” Polyester said, pulling it towards him more.

“No, no- you are mistaken. He was speaking to me.” Polyurethane argued, pulling it back towards himself.

“Uhmm…” the waiter watched, a little dumbfounded as the two of them continued to argue.

You just clapped your hands together, lifting them up above your head, sighing as you slid under the table to crawl out from in between them.

“Good luck, kind sir.” You said, patting the confused waiter on the arm as you made your way over to the front doors. “Can you be so kind as to have the limo brought around? I wish to go home, please.”

This is, and always will be, a problem it seems.

You're going to have to remind yourself to use full names only, no matter how winded or distracted you were- nothing good comes from making this mistake.

“Glugh- ack!” You gagged, feeling yourself getting pushed further onto Polyester’s cock that was already so deep in your throat, as Polyurethane used his hips to drive his dick further into your sloppy cunt.

To use vulgarity, you looked like a pig on a spit roast.

“Ah- fuuucck, do that again!” Polyester moaned out, the grip on your face clenching harder, as your eyes rolled into the back of your head while the drool spilled out of your mouth to pool on the sheets below.

“With pleasure.” Polyurethane groaned, pulling his cock all the way out of your squishy cunt, watching the strings of fluid coming out of you in globs as they ran along the length of his dick.

You twitched involuntarily, opening your eyes to try and look up into Polyester’s cruel face, but you couldn’t see anything beyond the apex of his muscular abs and pecs. You whined, trying to get their attention, feeling starved for it, as they were just satisfied using you like their own personal fleshlight.

It was kind of nice, not having to be the one to coordinate everything, as you shivered feeling a set of hands running up and down your back.

“You gotta stop wiggling, babe, I can’t focus with you ass gliding around like that.” Polyurethane scolded, his hand making contact with your backside as you jolted from the pain. You felt the corners of your eyes stinging with tears, as all you could muster up was a muffled “Hmph!” in response to the punishment.

“She can’t help it, I mean, look at that face.” Polyester spoke harshly, gripping your head roughly as he pulled you off of his cock, your lips making a loud pop sound as you were forcefully disconnected from him.

Now you were just empty, and that made you whimper, like some kind of pathetic whore.

It seemed to please them, however, as they moaned in unison watching how sloppy you looked. You were normally very high functioning, very clean, very no nonsense- but you allowed for them to be on top this time, so what were you expecting to happen?

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. I can’t take it!” Polyurethane moaned, hitting your behind once more as you whined as a loud crack could be heard reverberating around the room. He used his hand to soothe the sting, rubbing the now red mark that was on your ass that was the perfect imprint of his hand.

You tried to lean forward, feeling Polyester glide the tip of his cock around your moistened lips, looking up at him with pleading eyes as you wanted to have him back inside your throat. It felt lonely without him, empty even.

“Ah, you gotta beg for it.” Polyester chuckled, using his grip on his cock to tap at your pouting lips.

“Please.” You cried, giving him your best lustful look as you used the tip of your tongue to lick at his swollen head.

“Oh, come on- you can do better than that.” Polyester scolded, as you jolted a little at the feeling of Polyurethane’s hand making contact with your ass once again.

“Please! I want to be full!” You nearly screamed, tears now streaming down your face. “Love it, love you- please! Give me everything- wan’ it!”

“Fuck-” Polyester said, no longer able to contain himself as he forced you to take his entier dick in your throat, as he shivered at the sensation of your tongue lapping up the sides of his cock.

“Shit-” Polyurethane cursed as well, plunging his dick deep within your pulsing cunt, digging his nails into your hips as he felt you immediately swallow him whole without any resistance.

You used one hand to grab hold of Polyester’s thigh, feeling your throat burn at the sensation, while you felt yourself dripping and clenching around Polyurethane’s cock. You couldn’t focus solely on one sensation, making your head spin as you felt a little dizzy with all the sensations you were feeling.

It didn’t take long for you to scream, feeling a hand reach down to roughly flick at your swollen clit, while another hand reached down to roughly pinch and pull at one of your nipples. Feeling your throat close around one cock, while your walls relentlessly squeezed the other, not allowing them to leave as you felt their ends approaching fast.

Polyester came first, as you focused on trying to swallow rope after rope of his flowing essence. Trying to swallow must have caused you to flex just right, as you felt your pussy filling up quick, as you heard Polyurethane whimper as he leaned over you, trying his hardest not to let too much of his seed spill out of your core. 

It took a few seconds for all your senses to come back, feeling Polyurethane pull out, followed by his brother removing himself from your mouth.

They stood easily, as you flopped down onto the mess under you, still trying to catch your breath as you laid prone on the bed.

“You good?” Polyester asked, tapping the back of your thigh. You just gave a thumbs up, letting your hand fall back down as you hear them both laugh.

“Maybe we should be gentler next time, she is human afterall.” Polyurethane mumbled, throwing a towel over your now red and swollen ass.

“Nah, she can handle it.” Polyester said, walking out of the room to the restroom to clean up.

You could absolutely handle it, you just weren’t used to being the one left on the bed, lying and wallowing in cooling drool and spunk- it was new for you. It was an experience, that was for sure, but you are still not very sure you liked it very much. That was until the boys came back, using the towel to whip you down, while another one was rubbing some soothing lotion on your now sore behind.

You also didn’t have to ask, as they sat you down on the chair in the room, while they pulled the sheets off the bed to be washed before you could go back to sleep on them.

Maybe… Maybe this part wasn’t so bad.

Suddenly, practically overnight, business was booming- and there was a long line out the door and a waitlist system that left quite a few people disappointed. It felt impossible to squeeze people in for reservations, too, as the restaurant was super booked up for months out.

It was kind of stressing you out, as so many people would leave disappointed and angry that they couldn’t come in and try the signature dish. FOMO, or Fear of Missing Out, was a crazy thing to experience from the outside looking in.

“I really am sorry, sir, but there is nothing I can do.” You whispered, bowing deeply as you stood next to the podium by the front doors.

“Nothing?! There is a table right there! Just let me and my girl sit there for like, just a few!” The muscular man complained, pointing to a booth right next to your hostess stand. “All we need are some clips of her trying the stupid soup, then we’ll leave.”

“I understand, but I can’t give away tables like that, it was reserved ahead of time by someone else-” You reiterated, a little softer this time, as you took a few steps back from the situation.

“Bullshit!” He shouted, using his giant fist to slam into the wooden podium, causing a small crack to form in the wood.

It was a solid piece of wood- not a particle board…

“I’m sorry, I really am-” You spoke, standing up fully, backing away a little bit more as other patrons began to look on in confusion.

“No you’re not! If you were, you would let us in, bitch!” He screamed, clenching his fist so tight it started to turn red. You couldn’t say anything else, feeling the tears begin to sting, trying your best to not let yourself cry at work.

“This is how we make our money, we need this!” He shouted, lifting his fist up high. “We can’t miss this opportunity!”

He slammed his fist back down, splitting the podium in two, and you screamed as you watched a cloud of black smoke rise up from the split wood. You fell backwards, watching in horror as a ghost formed in front of you, as patrons nearly ran you over trying to get out the doors in their escape.

You were frozen in place, unable to move, as you felt the monster grab you tightly in its grip.

You closed your eyes, bracing for the end… but nothing happened.

That's when you met them- the angels Polyester and Polyurethane, denizens from heaven sent to help cleanse the earth of ghosts.

They killed that thing in the blink of an eye, a few shiny coins landed in front of you, as you looked up at them with a few tears still falling out of your eyes. They both kneeled down in front of you, each picking up a shiny coin to pocket it, and you expected that to be the end of the interaction…

They surprised you though, as you felt a hand lifting your face up gently by the chin, as a thumb whipped away the stray tears that were still falling.

Your life changed that day, and you still couldn’t believe it, as it all felt like such a dream.

You had no idea why such- such beautiful beings like Polyester and Polyurethane took an interest in you. You never considered yourself especially attractive according to what the beauty standard was, you weren’t someone who was especially boisterous or fun, and you certainly weren’t anyone that they should consider interesting.

You were just you- quiet, mild, and even a little plain.

You had no idea that this was exactly why they liked you- it was always the cute, quiet ones that seemed to genuinely enjoy their company more than most.

They were used to people fawning over them, schmoozing up to them with fake compliments and praise in order to get on their Dad’s good side. It was easy for them to tell who wanted them in their company for superficial things like their connections, bodies, or money.

You, you just were just genuinely happy around them- you weren’t fake, and it was like a breath of fresh air. You were also cute to boot, as they lived for making you blush and squirm, reveling in your reactions.

No matter how many times it happens- a brush of the hand, a small compliment, or a slightly risque conversation. It was enough to leave you breathless, sweating, and full of love and desire for your favorite pair of angels.

All it did was make them want to hear you cry for them, and that was so easy to do.

“Whass a’matter, Babe.” Polyester whispered to you in a soft tone, pulling you closer into him, as you felt the warmth of his breath against the shell of your ear.

“To-too much.” You whined, shaking, as your whole face and body felt uncomfortably warm.

“Aww, poor thing.” Polyurethane laughed, cruelty in his voice, as his hands began to run up and down your body without a hint of shame in his actions. “Don’t lie- we both know you want this.”

You just whined again, leaning forward to hide your face in Polyester’s shoulder, feeling the tears sting against your eyes as you tried to fight against the overwhelming emotions flooding your system. Anytime they were close to you like this, having you sandwiched in between their hard bodies, it left you in a messy state.

You felt your body shivering, muscles tensing, as shots of electricity seemed to zing up and down your whole body.

“Don’t be shy, tell us what you want Babe.” Polyester spoke, no sign this was affecting him at all in his tone, as he used his large hand to wrap loosely around your neck. His hands were so soft, but big and tough, as you’ve seen him in action more than once.

“Uhm- I…” You tried, but closed your eyes and shook your head, not able to speak as your hands went to grab at his arm that was holding you.

“I guess I’ll just have to force it out of you.” Polyurethane spoke, his hands moving up your shirt to roughly knead at your breasts, squeezing roughly in his hold as you nearly sobbed into his brother’s shoulder.

Polyester, not one to be out done by his younger brother, used his free hand to move down your body. Without much fanfare, he slipped his hand into your pants, getting a nice handful of your hips and ass.

It felt so good, what they were doing, and all you could do was whine and cry- wiggling in their harsh grips to try and relieve the overstimulation your body was experiencing.

“Oh, no, Babe- you aren’t going anywhere.” Polyester laughed, helping his brother pull your shirt off of your body, tossing it off to the side somewhere as they both secretly admired the fact you were wearing such a plain looking bra.

It was so you.

It didn’t take long for that to get tossed to the side as well, shivering as you felt the air slightly cooling down your warm body, but the relief didn’t last long as your skin was covered by a pair of strong hands.

Polyurethane began to kiss and bite at your shoulder, leaving some dark marks where his lips were, as his hands continued to knead at your bare tits. He used his skilled hands to pinch at your nipples, causing you to throw your head back onto him, as you moaned loudly without meaning to.

Polyester, again not to be out done, easily slips you out of your pants and panties, smiling as he watches you try to close your legs in order to hide your exposed cunt from his eyes. He just laughed, kneeling in front of you as forced your legs open with his strong hands.

“Ha- wait!” You squirmed, feeling Polyester getting closer to your core, as you felt shame and embarrassment begin to plague your mind.

“Whass’ wrong?” He cooed, looking up at you with his red eyes, rubbing your thighs with longing as he felt his suit getting uncomfortably tight on his body.

“Nuthin’, she is just being a baby.” Polyurethane spoke harshly, biting your neck with so much force that you jumped, squealing as your hands clamped onto his that were still tormenting your breasts.

Before you had time to blink, you felt Polyester’s hands running along the outside of your pussy, as your hands instinctively clamped around his hand to try and slow him down. You were so overwhelmed, all these different sensations running through you, that the only thing you felt you could do right now was cry.

You sniffed loudly, feeling your thighs get pried open, as your weight was being held up by the older angel. He took no time at all, burying his face into your cunt, going straight into licking and sucking at your skin as if he were about to eat you whole.

Polyurethane, sensing the competition, tilted your head to the side and slammed his lips onto yours. He forced your mouth open with his tongue, as he began to explore the inside of your mouth with his, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of him swallowing your excited whimpers and small whines.

You felt yourself getting close, feeling your pussy pulsing against Polyester’s tongue that was buried deep within you, trying hard not to cum on his face as you couldn’t stand the idea of him being covered in your sticky mess.

Polyurethane pulled off of your lips with a soft pop, feeling your whole body clenched and tense from all the attention your pussy was getting from his brother. He rolled his eyes at your hesitance- don’t you know how fucking hot it would be for you to cream and squirt all over his brother’s face?

“C’mon- stop holding back!” Polyurethane spoke, opening your lips as he stuck his fingers inside of your mouth. You nearly choked as he pushed his fingers all the way into your mouth, stroking your tongue as you tried to protest his intrusion. His distraction worked, though, as you were so focused on his hands that you accidentally let go.

“That’s it, Babe- fuck.” Polyester spoke, loudly slurping up your slick as you could do nothing but stand back and take what they were giving to you.

“See? Wasn't so hard, was it?” Polyurethane teased, removing his fingers from your mouth, as you gasped while trying to even out your breathing.

Blinded by their speed, you felt yourself being tossed onto the couch behind you, laying down as you saw Polyurethane spreading your legs wide as he kneeled on one knee in between your thighs.

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head, seeing his freed cock fully for the first time- it was very, very big. Bigger than anything you’ve ever had, so it made you nervous thinking about what it would feel like to take him, as you shrunk back trying to give yourself a little distance.

“Uh-uh, no way.” He chided, pulling you closer by grabbing your ankle to pull you forward. His raw strength always surprised you. “I have been waiting too long for this, so be good and stay still.” He commanded.

You shivered, feeling yourself clenching around nothing, as you saw that mischievous little smirk forming on his face.

You were so distracted with Polyurethane, you nearly forgot Polyester was there, until you felt something warm and hard pressed up against the side of your cheek. You turned to see his equally impressive, large cock, kissing at your face as you looked down at it with an apprehensive look.

You wanted to touch it, wanted to take them, but you couldn’t fight that shy feeling bubbling up in your guts. You squeaked, covering your face with your palms, as Polyester laughed while poking at your cheeks with his dick.

While you were distracted, Polyurethane slowly pressed the head of his cock into your creamy cunt. His hands shook, trying to keep himself from just plunging right in, as your walls were so warm and soft around his head that he couldn’t stop the moan from escaping his mouth. You moaned as well, feeling him stretch you out, as Polyester took the opportunity to slip the head of his cock into your mouth.

You pinched your eyebrows together, trying to focus on what you were feeling, as Polyurethane pressed further and further into your pussy. Polyester slowly began to inch forward as well, encouraging you to relax your jaw, using his hand to guide your head towards where he wanted you to go.

“Fuck, Babe, that feels so good.” Polyester praised, feeling you gag on his dick as he felt your tongue caressing his length. You couldn’t answer, making a gagging noise as you felt drool seeping out from the sides of your lips.

“So good.” His brother agreed, dragging his fat cock out of you, just to harshly slam it back inside. He shivered, feeling your walls squeezing him so tightly that he wasn’t even sure he could keep himself together for very long.

You wanted to be an active participant, so you shyly reached up to wrap your fist around Polyester's cock, stroking the parts of the shaft that didn’t quite fit into your mouth. He threw his head back, placing a hand atop yours, as he felt pleasure running up and down his body. You were also doing your best to try and keep up with Polyurethane's pace, but he didn’t make it easy, as the longer his thrusting went on the sloppier and more erratic he became.

“Shit, Babe, I can’t-” Polyurethane moaned, plunging himself deep inside of you, as you squirmed, feeling his release inside of you. His cum felt so warm, so thick, as you shivered and tightened your grip against Polyester’s cock.

“Fuck!” He said, cumming down your throat, as you began to cough and gag at the sensation of your throat and mouth being filled with him. You tried to keep it all in your mouth, swallowing as much as you could, but it ended up dribbling down your face and landing on your neck and chest.

Both brothers pulled out soon after, watching as you collapsed onto the couch, spent and covered in their seed.

A sinful sight, one they reveled in, as they began the arduous task of cleaning themselves and you up. Burning your limp body covered in their fluids into their minds for later use.

At first, they were going to ignore you, but since they were technically still on the clock they had to act traditionally angelic.

At least their presents brought a smile onto your face, and they secretly admitted that they actually kind of… liked your face.

It seemed like you had nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to, and they knew for a fact that the shelters around the city were hardly satisfactory for you. It was decided that before the clock struck 5:00 PM, they would escort you to their home that they had on earth, giving you a place to crash temporarily while you got back on your feet.

This was another thing that they would only admit in secret- they liked having you here.

You worked part time, and went to school the other part, but all your classes were online- you liked to thank them for their hospitality by keeping their home spic and span. You do a better job than that maid they hired, and that had nothing to do with the fact they like how you looked in those tiny sleeping shorts you wore around the house.

Nothing what so ever.

Over time, it seemed like their admiration began to grow, as you would do little things to make sure they knew how grateful you were for their hospitality in letting you stay here. You would make them little treats, craft them cute little items, and even take care of the nasty housework that neither of them liked doing.

However, they did notice that it was taking you quite a long time to find a palace of your own, and when asked about it you honestly said it was hard to find a place in the city that you could afford. You were working part time, making minimum wage, and were in a fair amount of student loan debt on top of that.

It also doesn’t help that the housing crisis in Daten City never seems to stabilize,as every time a housing firm or the city constructed something, a ghost or some other kind of disaster tears the entire place apart.

Rental prices were through the roof!

Before, you were renting from a wonderful elderly couple, a spare bedroom in their lovely condo that wasn’t too far from your college campus. Now, however, with their home destroyed they decided it was best to cash out their insurance and move across the country where it was easier to live.

You didn’t blame them, but it basically left you with nothing.

The brothers were sympathetic, they were. But it was getting harder and harder having you around all the time.

Not because you were a pest, or anything of the sort, but that they could only handle being around you for so long before they went absolutely feral fuckign themselves into their fists sequestered away in their rooms.

It was starting to get out of hand, for both you and them.

Polyester would steal touches whenever he could, accidentally knocking your step ladder out from under you so he would have to catch you and wrap his arms around your middle. He would brush past you in the kitchen, purposefully pressing his bulge into your ass as he slid by, shivering at the sensation of your warm skin against his. He would also reach for things you were reaching for on purpose, especially if you strained to do it.

Like, the other day you reached across the table to grab something, and he came up behind you to reach over you to grab that thing as well. He had you pinned to the table, your ass right up against his throbbing cock as he leaned in just a little more to grab the bottle you were trying to reach.

He would stand up, as if nothing happened, saying “Here you go.” while nonchalantly handing you the bottle he grabbed for you.

Polyurethane was a bit more… lowkey, as he would do things like sneak into your room when you weren’t there, pocketing a pair of your used panties for his personal use for later. If you asked him about it, he would just shrug and tell you it would turn up eventually, and it would mysteriously be on the side of the washer when you did your weekly cleaning behind the machine.

He would also get a little freaky, sticking your toothbrush in his mouth, using it to brush his own without you knowing. He would use your hairbrush and wash with your body soap, hoping that he can be just a little bit closer to you this way, since he can’t be physically close to you all the time.

Just the other day, you nearly caught him in the act as he was rifling through your dirty laundry basket for that cute little pair of pink lacey ones you wore sometimes. You came into your room, nearly dropping your laptop in shock, as you caught him waist deep in your dirty laundry. He is sly, though, claiming to be looking for a lost shirt he can’t seem to find.

You believed him, wondering if it fell behind the machine again, as he followed you to the laundry room- secretly pocketing the pair of panties in his suit for later.

You were so trusting, none the wiser, as these boys skirted around you in their daily lives.

One day it became too much, as they were walking down the hallway after their work shift, pausing when they heard a small noise coming from your room.

They hoped, silently prayed it was what they thought it was, and they had to stop themselves from busting down the door when they heard the noise again.

That sad, pathetic little whimper. A small moan, followed by labored breathing and sweet murmuring- you were touching yourself.

They couldn’t take it anymore.

Either they needed to fuck you, or you needed to find another place to crash- and they absolutley refused to let you crash with other people, especially if you ended up someplace where there would be competition for you affection.

No, no- it sounded like you all just needed to fuck, to get this all out of your system.

So when they came home that next day, as you emerged from your chambers like you always did to greet them, they wasted no time in making their intentions with you very clear.

You sat at the edge of your bed, legs clamped shut as you looked up at them, your face burning with embarrassment as they gave you your options- either fuck or leave, and they wont let you just leave and live with some other creeps. Oh no, it was either they that are the creeps or you have to be by yourself.

You couldn’t afford that.

Polyester took the first move, being the more suave of the two, as he used his hand to lift your chin to look up into his eyes.

“Precious, I don’t want you to think we would ever leave you out on the streets.” He spoke, using his gloved thumb to caress your warm cheeks. “But you’ve got us in a real bind here, you are just to fuckin’ cute to not stick our dicks in.”

You gasped at his confession, as Polyester wasted no time in using that as an excuse to kiss you- and to him it felt like absolute bliss. It only took a few seconds for you to close your eyes as well, leaning into him as you gripped the bedsheets under you tighter.

All the while, Polyurethane quietly slipped onto the bed behind you, practically purring as his hands began to run up the length of your body under your simple cotton shirt. He shuddered, feeling your nipples peaking out through the thin fabric of your bra, using his hands to grope and tease your sensitive flesh.

They were both basking in your noises, thanking the heavens that you were just as sensitive as they imagined you were.

It was easy to pull your shirt and bra off after Polyester finally let your swollen lips go, as he and his brother easily shed their polyester suits in one quick motion, leaving them in their heavenly garments. You stared at them, completely unashamed, as you admired their toned bodies with just the slightest amount of drool beginning to pool inside your mouth.

They chuckled, basking in your attention, as their egos began to inflate even more than they already were.

“C’mon, Precious, you can look and touch.” Polyurethane said, grabbing your hand and placing it on his pecs, as your thumb accidentally brushed up against his pink and pretty nipple. He whined, lifting his arms up and flexing, as you turned to use both hands to caress his chest and abs.

While you were preoccupied touching his brother, even getting as bold as to lean in to lick his skin, Polyester busied himself in shimmying you out of your sweat pants. Leaving you in a pair of cute, white lacy panties with a little red box on the front. He licked his lips, imagining you were a present all wrapped up nicely just for him to tear into.

He can share you with his brother, for now.

Polyester ran his hands up your bare thighs, feeling you freeze as you turned down to look at him, your ears turning red as you realised you were left only in your panties in front of them. Before you could move, though, the angels were faster than you- as they shed their garments in the blink of an eye.

You could barely breathe, as you felt yourself being lifted and tossed, landing on top of Polyurethane's chest as you straddle his hips on your knees. You felt him grab hold of your thighs, basically pinning him to you, as he looked up at you with a sly grin.

“Uhh- Hi?” You squeaked out, not used to being this close to anyone, as you felt the bed dip behind you.

“Hey there, Cutie.” Polyurethane responded, cool as ever, as he waited for his brother to get into position behind you.

You felt a pair of hands on your behind, squeaking as you tried to push yourself forward, but you were unable to go anywhere due to Polyurethane’s tight grip on your body. He chuckled at your innocent nature, enjoying the idea in his head that he was corrupting you in some way- he may be an angel, but he sure knew how to indulge in some dark fantasies.

“I can tell you don’t- do this very often.” You heard Polyester speak, his hands slowly caressing your backside as he watched your lips fluttering under his touch. You just whined and leaned your head into Polyurethane’s chest out of embarrassment.

You had no idea what that did to him, as his corruption fantasy was going into overdrive.

“We have to make sure you can handle this, that we don’t hurt you.” Polyester continued, licking his index and ring finger, as he slowly began to play with your clit.

The unholy sound that came out of your mouth was enough to make the angel brothers falter, Polyester biting his lip as he fought the urge to just stick it in while his brother tilted his head back to fight off the same instinct.

Once Polyurethane regained himself, he pulled you in to give you a deep kiss, the same kind that his brother had given you earlier.

It wasn’t as sloppy, as Polyurethane licked at your lips, as you easily parted your mouth to let him inside. His hands roamed up and down your body, swallowing the moans that were being ripped out of you from his brother’s touch. He could feel you shivering, allowing them to take control of your pleasure, as his hands found your chest once more as he pinched and tugged gently at your nipples.

You pulled up, a small popping sound created from the separation of yours and Polyurethane’s lips, as you felt yourself nearing the edge of your own pleasure. You tightly gripped the sheets of the bed, nearly screaming as you felt yourself finally reaching that peak, as your fluids dripped down your thighs.

“Now that’s a Good Girl.” Polyester praised, using his fingers to collect the slick that had fallen out of you. “I need you to relax for this next part- don’t clench, ok?”

You nodded, not able to find the words, as you leaned your weight onto Polyurethane's chest.

You winced, whining as you felt a finger not only prodding at the entrance of your wet hole, but one that was also pressing into your other one. It felt so tight, so strange, you didn’t know what to make of it as you rubbed your face onto Polyurethane to try and work through the foreign feeling.

They both encouraged you, telling you beautiful things, as one finger became two, and then two became three.

After a certain point, it stopped being uncomfortable, and actually started to feel good as you felt Polyester's skilled hands continuing to work at your aching clit with practiced ease. Before you even knew it, you had cum again, feeling your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you let the pleasure wash over your frame.

“Alright, Precious, are you ready for us?” Polyester cooed, leaning into your ear as you already felt too boneless to lift yourself up.

“Yeah- please! Please fuck me.” You whined, not sure what came over you, as you looked down to see two large cocks eagerly awaiting your approval for entrance.

You heard a simultaneous “fuck” and “shit” as slowly they began to push into you.

Polyurethane pressed his head into the entrance of your pussy, sighing as he felt himself pressing past the first few rings of muscles there. Polyester at the same time, was pressing himself into your ass, quivering at the tight restriction that your body was putting him through.

It was a tight squeeze, as it felt as if the brothers were pushing each other out, arguing as they tried their best to be in sync. Normally, they were very in sync with each other, often not even needing to speak in order to know what the other was thinking.

You just threw them off their groove, in the best way possible.

Once they were fully seated, they paused to let you catch your breath.

It really was a tight fit, and you already didn’t have much experience when it came to this. They almost felt a little guilty as time pressed on, but once they felt your walls fluttering around them, they knew it was safe to continue.

You groaned, feeling them nearly pull all the way out, before bullying their way back into your holes. It left your head spinning, as you felt every press, every grind as you accidentally began clawing Polyurethane’s chest. You left nasty red marks, as they began to up the speed, finding a good rhythm that seemed to work for all of you.

It was an indescribable feeling, being so full, being so well taken care of.

You arched back, feeling yourself on that edge once more, nearly screaming as your orgasm washed over you. You felt it in your whole body, as you clenched around the two of them by accident. It sealed their fate, as they pushed in as far as they could, also falling over that edge as they shot thick gloppy ropes of their seed into you.

They continued to grind into you, riding out the last waves of pleasure, as you felt Polyester pull out first. Polyurethane noticed your inability to move, as he chuckled and lifted you off of him with ease.

You shuddered at the sensation of their juices spilling out of you, as you were gently laid on the bed next to them.

If this was the cost of them letting you stay, you thought that this was something you could handle, no problem.

❥ They swore to you they wouldn't let that happen! It's just, what's a better way to draw out a ghost than with something that it wants the most?... You really, really hoped it didn't come to that.

❥ You must have accidentally ended up falling asleep at one point, lounging in the back seat of Double-Low Riser, while Polyester and Polyurethane sat in the driver's seats up front. The truck was very spacious, and very comfortable, as the boys had opted to get the luxury model.

❥ Polyester would notice you'd fallen asleep first, debating if he should wake you up or not, considering this was supposed to be an important mission! It would be awful if you made them work this extra shift and then fail to get the extra days off!

❥ Polyurethane scoffed, rolling his eyes, as he thought of all the funny ways he could wake you up. Scaring you was his favorite idea- maybe clap really loud next to your ears, or they could start the car and rev the engine, or they could floor it and hit the brakes and watch you fall out of the seat!

❥ They paused in their scheming, turning to look at you, hearing you release a salacious moan. They both leaned in, as your face clenched into one of pleasure, as you sighed and began to breathe a little bit heavier. Your face was flushing with color as your hands began to clench tightly while you moaned again.

❥ Polyester peered over the headrest of his seat, red eyes wide, as he watched you begin to shift and turn in your sleep. He could practically feel the lust eminent off you, as he felt a shiver crawl up his spine as he heard you mumble his name in your sleep. It was taking everything he had not just jumped on you then and there, remembering he was at work and needed to act with decorum. You were testing his patience, however, as your hand instinctively went to sit upon your fun bits.

❥ If Polyurethane pressed himself anymore up against his seat, he would have become one with the plush leather. He gripped onto it so hard that he nearly ripped the interior, as he watched your face contour in pleasure as you all but panted like a dog. Your face never looked so good, as he saw that cute flush rising to the surface of your skin while his name was moaned from your lips, as you turned in the seat to get into a more comfortable position.

❥ You were dreaming of getting railed, double penetration, as you turned your eyes down to see two fat cocks entering into you. At the end of those happened to be your favorite pair of brothers, your eyes rolling back as you heard them complimenting you, praising you for taking them so well. You didn't last long at all, feeling yourself let go, cream dripping down your core as you moaned louder than you intended to.

❥ Wait! That was too real! You screamed in your head, eyes popping open as you groaned at the tingles of pleasure. It hit you like a truck, as you cursed while shooting to sit up. You looked down to see a distinct wet spot in the front of your pants, as you put your heads in your hands with pure shame. You really just came in your pants in the backseat of the Brothers van… DURING A MISSION!

❥ You turned to see Polyester just smirking at you, a big smug grin on his face as he stared you down. He asked if you had a good dream, and what was it about, and when you didn't answer he continued to tease you. He offered to find you a change of clothes, wince you so crudely made a mess of yourself in your sleep. He even offered to take your spill clothes, but you know if he did that, you weren't going to get them back!

❥ Turning to look at Polyurethane, you just squeaked and hid behind your hands once more, as you recognized that crazed look in his eyes. He was fighting for his life, hands clenched tight around the leader of the seats while he threw his head back in anger at the fact there was nothing he could do right now while he was on the clock. Oh, you know you were going to get it later, as the minute that alarm on his watch goes off you better start running. You're going to have a feral angel on your ass, and really, that wasn't so bad… right?

He was kind of bratty, always wanting to do his things and go to his places.

You didn't mind most of the time, but it would be nice if you both did what you wanted to do for once!

This little victory didn't last very long, though, as nearly immediately after he agreed he had begun to backpedal on the idea.

“Babe, I don't want to go to that one place though- we always go there.”

You don't… in fact, it's been quite a few months since you've last gone…

Still, you didn't want this to turn into a whole… thing, so you had so graciously offered some alternative places that you know had food that he likes.

“Nah- I'm not like, really in the mood for any of that.”

Ugh! Alright, so you hit him back with the good ole “well then, what are you in the mood for?” text message.

You ground your teeth and clenched your fist, nearly throwing your phone onto the ground when he responded with a very cheeky “LOL I don't know, you pick.”

You can't believe it!

This exchange went on for at least an hour- you'd suggest a few places, he would shoot them down for no other good reason besides “nah I don't feel like it”.

You hated when he got this way, because you know that if you don't come up with a good decision soon, you'd end up getting some junky fast food only for him to complain later that it's making him feel sick all the time.

He doesn't seem to want to eat anything else!

You offered up your last resort, to make something simple at home- creamy garlic noodles and chicken with a side of broccoli and cauliflower.

“Sounds good! Can't wait!” He replied, only for you to balk at his quick response.

It really felt like he just wanted you to cook for him, and if that's the case, then he should have just asked when you asked what he wanted!

You never minded cooking for him, so why didn't he just ask?!

This was such a colossal waste of time!

By the time he had actually made it over to your place, you were so knee deep in cooking, that you hadn't heard your front door opening.

You also apparently didn't hear your name being called in dramatic fashion, either, so by the time you looked behind you it was already too late to defuse that bomb.

There stood Polyester, arms folded and cheeks puffed out in a very obvious pout.

It was actually really cute, all things considered.

“You didn't even, like, greet me at the door.” He complained, turning his head to look away from you as you wiped your hands clean on your apron.

“Oh, I'm sorry- I didn't hear you come in, I was just finishing up dinner-” you explained, putting your stuff down to go give him a small kiss before going back to cooking.

You were almost done, anyway.

“Hmph, no.” He huffed, turning his back to you as you made your way over to try and hug him. “You don't love me.”

Here we go- the tried and true acting bratty to get your attention.

Polyester has been known to do this from time to time, normally it happens when he is either upset about something, or he is feeling self conscious and is lashing out at you.

Either way, you couldn't just let this behavior slide.

You thought you had talked to him enough times about how it's better to talk about what's going on than to hold it in.

Seems like there was another reason here that needed to be learned.

You could get him to talk, to open up, no problem.

You turned the stove off, making sure to cover and secure everything with a lid. Taking your apron off and hanging it on the nearby hook as you turned your body to face him head on.

“Polyester.” You spoke sternly, putting on a commanding front as you placed your hands on your hips. “What's going on?”

“Tch- nothing!” He responded quickly, glancing over his shoulder at you as you could see his red eyes peeking out from behind his hair.

He scoffed rather loudly again, turning away from you as soon as you made direct eye contact with him.

“Oh? Nothing is wrong? Nothing at all?” You asked, taking quick steps around the kitchen to stand in front of him.

“Nope.” He said plainly, turning the other direction again to face away from you.

“Well, alright then, if you say so.” You shrugged, faking an obnoxious yawn as you made a show to roll out your neck and shoulders. “You know, I think I'm just going to skip dinner tonight.”

“Huh?!” Polyester asked in utter shock, turning to look at you as you were stretching out your back.

You had some old reliable tactics too, you knew exactly how to get him to do what you wanted… sometimes.

Emphasis on sometimes.

“Yeah, you know I'm just so tired! I think I'll just shower and turn in for the night.” You said, walking down the hall towards your bedroom door.

“Wha-What do you mean?” He asked, his voice growing a little frantic, as he quickly turned around and jogged to follow you towards your bedroom.

“It's just been a long day, ya’ know?” you explained, opening the door while flipping the light on. “You can see yourself out, yeah?”

Oh, he hated when you would say things like that.

He was so pampered and pristine, he basically demanded to be escorted everywhere!

“Uh, er- I-” Polyester began to stammer, shaking his head back and forth as his shoulders began to shake.

His face started to get red from how upset he was.

Good thing he fell right into your trap.

Before he could blink, you used his quick anger and uncertainty against him.

You grabbed onto his arm as you used your body as a leverage point, pulling him in closer to your body, pivoting to the side at the last second and stepping out of the way as his body went flying forward.

“Ack!” He landed chest first into your bed that was behind you, as you then jumped in the same direction with the intention to straddle his body under you.

You mounted onto his lower back, doing your best to reach up behind your headboard with the intention to grab at the restraints you had tucked under your bedsheets.

He wasn't making it easy for you, as once he had realized what was going on, he attempted to buck you off of his back to try and free himself from your hold.

You were both a little winded from all your laughing, tussling and rolling around on the bed as the pillows and sheets got a little messed up.

It was all in good fun, though.

You had your other arm slung around Polyester’s neck to ensure that you didn't accidentally fall off of the bed. You had managed to wrap one of the straps around his wrist, using your position on his back to your advantage.

“Gotcha!” You triumphantly shouted, as despite all of his wriggling and squirming, you had managed to get one of the cuffs over his wrist. “I won!”

You pumped your fists in the air in victory, as you felt Polyester deflate underneath you.

“I've been bested! This cannot be!” He exclaimed, kicking his legs a little as he peeked up over his shoulders to look at you.

There was no anger or malice in his eyes, just some joy mixed with a bit of excitement.

You and him both knew that if he really wanted to, he could easily overpower you, turn the tables on this whole situation and have you begging and pleading for your life under his hold.

He was a good sport though, and would concede to your victory.

“Now, roll over.” You commanded, lifting your hips up while tapping on his side to indicate which direction you wanted him to go.

Now laying on his back, you lowered down again to sit yourself down onto his hips, placing your palms on his pecs as you splayed your fingers over his still clothed skin.

“Hey, ‘sup?” You asked, tilting your chin up in a greeting as you waited to see if Polyester would invoke his safe word.

“‘Nunin.” He said, shrugging his shoulders casually as he looked up at you.

“‘Kay.” You sang out, reaching forward to strap in his other wrist. You gave the ropes a tug to check how sturdy they were. “Good?”

“Yeah- good.” He nodded, keeping his red eyes on you as you leaned back to sit down on his hips once more.

“What's your word, My Love?” You asked, placing your hands on his pecs once more.

“Apple, cause it's red.” He chuckled while rolling his eyes.

“Good Boy.” You praised, giving a soft peck to his nose before you lifted yourself to sit back up.

You leaned over to reach into your nightstand drawer, feeling around until your fingers met the small white remote that was hidden underneath some old notebooks and dead pens.

“Polyester, Dear, you know we need to talk about this?” you said sternly, sitting up straight as you held your finger against one of the buttons.

“Talk about what? Wasn't I just being kicked out a minute ago?” He mumbled angrily, turning his head to look away from you while tugging on the wrist restraints you had him in.

Seems like his good mood had been deflated.

“I've been having to deal with your attitude all week, Baby.” You spoke, pressing a button that activated automatically a pair of robotic claw hands that quickly attached a spreader bar on his ankles.

“Nah- you're imagining it.” He had grumbled, trying to seem calm while feeling his legs be forced apart by the bar.

His face was beginning to flush with color, as his heartbeat began to grow faster while his body started to sweat.

He was feeling both anxious and excited at the same time.

“Oh Baby, you know I have a bad imagination.” You retorted, leaning forward to lick a clean strip up from his abs to his chest, stopping short from letting your tongue run over his still clothed nipple.

“Ack- well, I don't- I don't know what you're talking abou-” he was about to stubbornly insist, until you suddenly pressed your mouth down onto his peaked nipple that was pressing against his white suit.

You used your free hand to run your nails across his chest, pressing another button on your remote that used one of the robotic hands to pull his suit clean off of his body. It was such a swift motion, that you didn't even feel his clothes sliding out from under you, as you continued to suck and nip at his newly exposed skin.

You lifted yourself up, making sure to release a loud and messy “pop” as your lips left his now slightly tacky skin.

You held out your free hand, as the robotic claw dropped his pair of sparkly gold heavenly undergarments into your palm.

“Hey-hey!” He loudly protested, bucking his hips up as his growing erection rubbed up against your clothes ass. “Be, ah- be careful with those.”

“Aww- I can't play with them?” You pouted, bringing the sparkling material up to your lips.

“No! Those are heavenly garments, you can't just-” he began to scold, but you ignored him, bringing the crotch of his underwear closer to your mouth.

You made sure to keep maintaining eye contact, running your tongue directly up the crotch of the garment, as his taste and scent invaded your senses all at once.

“Ah- that's so good.” You moaned, making a show of it while you felt a jolt run through your body as you physically shivered.

“Ah?! Stop that!” Polyester whined, pulling against the restraints.

He wasn't that in distress, as you felt him bucking his hips up against your ass to try and gain some kind of meaningful friction.

“No way.” You huffed, tossing his underwear to the side. “I only listen to Good Boys who want to tell me things.”

You pressed another button on the remote that was still resting in your hand behind your back, as another clawed arm appeared to gently drop a bottle of lube into your palms.

“I am! I am like, the best boy ever?!” He whined, almost sounding like he was questioning that notion, tossing his body around anxiously as he watched you uncap the bottle.

“Hmm- I don't think so.” You hummed, coating your fingers in the viscous liquid as you scooted yourself back to sit yourself in between his spread legs.

You yet again pressed another button on your remote, licking your lips as you watched a silicone artificial tongue attachment that was placed upon yet another robotic arm come up from under your bed.

The mouth attachment was self lubricating, as the soft silicone material brushed up gently against his now fully peaked nipple. He moaned so loudly, trying to wiggle his way out of the machine's hold, but with all the stimulation going on around him that might as well have been an insurmountable task.

Especially when you went and made it worse.

You ran your lubed palm slowly up and down his thick shaft- biting your lip at the feeling of the deep veins and ridges that you could feel that were decorating his dick. You made sure to squeeze harder at the base, causing him to groan as his cock jumped in your hold with the added stimulation.

Before you could get too lost in his body, however, you reminded yourself that you had intended this to be about teaching him a lesson about opening up and trusting you.

You'll have to get your own enjoyment another time.

“You're so hot, Polyester, letting me touch you like this.” You sang out, running your finger down from the head of his cock to the top of his sensitive sack.

“Love it- love it when you touch me.” He said, tossing his head around as you pressed the button to have the silicon tongue move over to his other nipple.

“Oh?” You questioned, moving your hand to gently cup his balls in your slick and warm palm. “Could have fooled me, what with all that attitude you gave me earlier.” You emphasized your words, giving him a gentle squeeze as you rolled his junk around in your hand.

“Hnnn!” he whined, voice cracking as you continued to apply gentle pressure around his sensitive bit.

You could see his muscles flexing under your touch, as his body was flushed with color as he began to sweat at all the different sensations that were happening to him.

Still, it didn't seem to be enough.

Looks like you were going to have to up the ante on this one.

You moved your still slicked fingers down, using your index to circle around his little puckered hole as you had the claws adjust the spreader bar to open his cheeks just a little bit further for you.

You began by applying gentle pressure around his entrance, as you slowly began to apply gentle pressure to help massage the area to try and coax his body to relax to allow you deeper access.

“Fuccccck-” Polyester nearly screamed, feeling the spit that had been building up in his mouth spill out over his lips as he felt your finger penetrate his tight hole.

“Hnng, you sure must trust me- not even thinking about using your word?” You asked, allowing honey to flow through your words as you maneuvered to rub up against his inner walls.

“I do- trust, ah, trust so ‘mush.” He slurred out as you watched his cock that was twitching, reacting to the euphoric feelings you were invoking within him.

“That's my good boy.” You giggled, adding another finger into his hole as he howled in pure pleasure.

His dick was sufficiently swollen now, engorged and flushed a deep red as the head was leaking copious amounts of pre that fell in cascading globs down his shaft.

You couldn't help yourself, as you leaned in to lick the bitter and salty fluid off of his cock, as you continued to massage his walls deeper with your fingers.

Polyester was a mess, his face sticky and his body warm as you continued to touch and play with him until he no longer could form any kind of coherent thoughts in his head.

You pulled your fingers out of him as he practically cried in protest, pressing the last button on the remote as you watched a sizable purple anal toy emerging from under the bed.

You bought the prostate stimulator with him in mind, wanting to keep the color scheme matching.

You grabbed the claw holding the toy, dropping the remote for a moment, as you used your other hand to grip tightly at the base of Polyester's pulsating cock.

You gently guided the tip of the toy inside of his hole, watching his face for any signs of discomfort as you also began to stroke at his dick to help keep him distracted from the uncomfortable stretch.

“Ah! Fuck- fuckfuckfuck.” He moaned, his fists clenching into the sheets below him, as you were finally able to insert the toy into him completely.

He whined as you gave it a few experimental taps.

“There we go, you did such a good job.” You praised, letting the claw take over, as you reached over to press another button on the remote that allowed the machine to become automatic.

The claw gently thrusted the toy into him, pulling out slowly only to press back into him, providing its own lubrication to avoid hurting him in any way.

“Hah- so good, can't- can't do it.” Polyester whined, looking down to see you stroking him with your hand while he felt the machine thrusting up into him.

“You can, just let yourself feel it.” You encouraged, wrapping your lips around his swollen head of his cock, feeling him pulse and twitch in your mouth as you lowered down onto him as much as you comfortably could.

“I'm gonna- gonna cum!” He shouted, arching his back so much that his hips were hovering off the bed.

You were afraid he would accidentally flutter away if he wasn't mindfully.

You lowered your lips onto him deeper, feeling his head tickling the back of your throat, trying not to gag as you felt him release into your mouth.

You pressed another button, as the machine slowly came to a stop while you continued to help empty his load down your throat with some suckling and pumping.

You pulled off of his cock when he began to whine from overstimulation, as you pressed another button on the remote to turn the machine off completely.

You watched the arms and restraints retreat back under your bed, as you helped to maneuver Polyester's legs so that he was lying down more comfortably on the bed.

He was trying to catch his breath with his arms slung over his face, as you crawled up to lay your head on top of his chest.

“You good?” You asked, rubbing at his body gently to try and alleviate any soreness he might have.

“Yeah, yeah I'm great.” He sighed, moving his arm to look down at you with a small smile.

“Good- then maybe the next time that you want to be thrashed, just tell me.” You giggled, lifting up off the bed to stand up and stretch.

“I'm going to go grab a fresh towel and some water.” You spoke, watching as the stubborn angel turned around to face away from you. “No need to act like a brat!”

You heard Polyester scoff as you walked out, laughing to yourself as you left the room.

You'll be free from the bratty attitude for about a week, until it starts up again when he decides he wants more attention, but for some reason is allergic to asking for it.

That's just how he is, and honestly, you wouldn't change it for the world.