F***ed pt.3 - Night Cap (Patreon)

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This is a continuation of the 'F***ed' series. In this episode Dom and Jaz are being brought back to Jessica's flat after the 'date night', but drinks are quickly forgotten as Zalta and Jessica waste no time giving their dates an evening they'll never forget....

It's been a little while, but both this and community service episodes have been worked on simultaneously, and the latter will be coming soon. 

Enjoy, and thanks for the continued support! - TSG123 x

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The door burst open, and a gorgeous, heeled figure strode in with a young man in tow. The place they had walked into was lit by blue mood lights, shifting to lilac in a slow dance until a *click* sounded and white flooded the vast penthouse apartment.

Dom stood with his mouth hanging open. He had understood that Jessica was well off, but, well…. this was beyond anything he could have expected.

Perhaps he should have expected it considering where they had spent their ‘double date’, but even so it was a shock as he gazed at true luxury.

The apartment stood twenty stories up, overlooking the vast seafront, view hindered by nothing but the ocean breeze. The view was matched only by an expansive living and dining space, with a long glass table that could fit twenty plus a living room that wouldn’t have looked out of place in an art gallery. Squishy chairs with tasteful decoration were dotted between white sofas surrounding another glass table.

It must have cost millions.

Laughter came from behind them, and Zalta and Jaz staggered through the door, the young man trying to give her a piggy back ride whilst she filmed them on a selfie stick. Jaz simply couldn’t lift her impressive frame even with her legs on the floor which left them bumbling about, giggling like a drunk octopus.

“Sit,” ordered Jessica, running her long nails across his shoulder. “What drink would you like?” Dom found her way of hosting adorably intense, placing himself on one of the bouncy chairs.

“Ah, beer please Madam?” he crooned, imitating the haughty French waiter from St Piers.

Jessica’s lips flickered upwards, but she didn’t move.

“Sit somewhere where we can be together baby.”

It was amazing how her ordering around seemed to excite him, but his dick didn’t care, straining against his pants as he obediently hurried to a long sofa instead.

“Yes Mama,” he said, perching on the edge.

“Good boy,” she whispered with a broader smile, touching his cheek, and Dom bit his lip and then felt slightly disgusted with himself for being so pussy-whipped as she sashayed over to the kitchen. (Or cock whipped? No, that was even worse.) He still ogled her curves as they tortured the dress vacuum-packed over barely a third of her skin.

“Hey Brother,” Zalta said, mimicking Jaz’s drawl as she posed for the camera, peering out from under the black Stetson with a Clint Eastwood snarl.

Not to be outdone, Jaz leapt onto a chair.

“Oh hey, did you notice my… physique?” he crooned, standing tall and luridly flexing his bicep whilst squeezing his chest to look like he was showing off an invisible pair of tits.

Zalta laughed and tackled him off of the chair and onto the sofa (Dom had a brief quizzical thought that if she had decided to go anywhere near full force she probably could have killed him,) which sent Jaz wheezing onto his back. She mashed her face against his, enveloping him as she crushed her muse into the sofa.

They looked ludicrously mismatched; Jaz so much smaller as to seem like an entirely different species to the towering figure.

Dom hummed quietly to himself, trying to ignore the slurping sounds growing louder and more grotesque as Zalta slithered her tongue deep into Jaz’s mouth.

“Mnnhhh…”

It was like trying to ignore a rapidly crescendoing bar-fight, their moans and gasps far too loud as Zalta grabbed sensitive parts of Jaz’s body and pumped her hips against his ass, forcing his legs open to the point where they were full-on dry humping in the missionary position.

At this point Zalta glanced over at Dom, extracting her tongue from somewhere inside Jaz’s torso, and he heaved in huge gulps of air as she kept herself pressed against him, pinned down beneath her.

“Thought you’d like to watch?” she said with a dismissive air.

“Ugh, look I’m, I’m sorry I’ll lea-“

“You’llllll leave when I tell you to leave!” she barked, slightly slurred, before rubbing noses with Jaz.

“You want to show him how we fuck?” she cooed like he was a child, or a pet.

“Yeah,” he whimpered, ready to be fed by Zalta’s sheer force of will.

“Good boyfriend,” she purred, and she quite violently pulled his legs so they were clamped around her waist.

Jaz’s face immediately became one of mild concern, sobering up as large hands began to fiddle with his flies.

“Ugh, just… juuuuust there,” mumbled Zalta, “AHA!”

The sound of a zipper nearly being torn off was met with another whine from Jaz as Zalta began to pull his jeans down, lifting herself away just enough to whip his pants and boxers off in a frenzy of motion, Jaz nearly getting lifted off his back before being dumped down into the sofa again, his unimpressive but rock-hard erection slapping against his belly as Zalta’s own, much scarier looking organ was revealed, swaying in the air like a bazooka.

He barely had time to react to the loving body-slam as Zalta was back on him in a frenzy, and Dom trembled as he watched her get aggressive, grabbing the figure beneath her and clutching his butt cheeks, kissing him so hard that it looked like she was trying to press her tongue through the back of his head.

Jaz seemed beside himself though, and he began keening like the sluttiest pornstars Dom could conceive of as Zalta lined herself up.

She grunted, looking down at her cock, then over at Dom.

“Lube… get llllube,” she ordered, still a little tipsy as she blinked.

Dom scrabbled away before she could think about getting annoyed.

He found Jessica in the Kitchen, pouring some wine into glasses.

“Uh Jessica?”

“Hmm?”

The woman turned with a cool stare and simply took Dom’s breath away, giving him a raging hard on instead.

“Uh… where do you keep lube?”

She smirked.

“In the bedroom.”

“Right,” he said, making to run, before coming back to her and placing a long, drawn-out kiss on her cheek.

Jessica’s lip trembled as he made contact, and before he knew it both of them were entwined, her hands across his body. Strong, purposeful hands.

She pushed him against the wall so hard he lost his breath.

“HUHN!”

“Fucking bitch,” Jessica muttered, grinding the gigantic bulge hidden under her dress into his outgunned manhood.

“Fuck,” whimpered Dom.

Then they were moving, and Dom was lifted off his feet with ease, clamped tight to his new lover’s breast as she sauntered towards the bedroom.

“You want lube?” she asked Zalta on the way past.

“Wwwhat do you think?” the blond woman groaned, her hand on Jaz’s throat.

Jaz was looking up with stars in his eyes, and Dom couldn’t tell which part was utter devotion to the woman throttling him, and which part was oxygen deprivation.

“Bedroom,” said Jessica, jerking her head as she carried Dom easily down a small corridor shooting off form the main living area.

“Oh, it’s like that is it?” chuckled Zalta, hefting Jaz into the same front-on position, his legs closing around her as she followed Jessica through the hallway.

Dom had the crazy feeling of being completely at peace with two tall, well-endowed women carrying him and Jaz to the bedroom for anal sex, and there was a moment of eye contact between the two of them that left them both blushing.

Then the two boys were carried into a bedroom like none that Dom had ever seen.

He felt the alcoholic buzz in his system fade as he gazed up at large, professional-looking lights hanging over a king-sized bed, a few cameras on each side of it as well as a couch on another wall. The windows had been blocked by thick black curtains, and suddenly the feeling of playfulness was replaced by one of brutal clarity.

He shot a glance at Jaz.

Zalta, despite being quite tipsy, noticed their worried expressions.

“Oh… getting nervous are we?”

Jaz got even more jittery at this, and couldn’t help his lip trembling as Jessica flicked a power switch which illuminated the room into daylight.

“Oh, er…”

The situation had gone from intimate and naughty to open and invasive in a split-second, and Jaz’s arms started to paw at Zalta’s sides.

“Zalta…. Zalta maybe let’s not do it here….”

“Relax,” she whispered, “Me and you.. we’re not gonna record anything… you’re not a slut like he is.”

She gestured to Dom, who felt quite defenceless.

Jaz seemed to inflate, coming back into a docile nuzzle.

“Oh… Okay.”

Dom should have been terrified. All this meant he was probably about to be filmed getting anally decimated by Jessica, who was sporting a tigerish gaze, fingernails beginning to dig into his butt cheeks.

He knew when she was in this mood that his chances to escape were dwindling by the second, if they hadn’t already disappeared in the face of her lust.

But then again, was there any reason to escape?

Zalta pulled Jaz back onto the couch.

“Let’s watch them,” she whispered into his ear, “We can fuck and watch… I know you’ll enjoy it.”

Dom looked back to Jessica who was carrying him to each camera, checking the film and battery before pressing record, all whilst easily holding him in the air like a toddler.

“A-are we…?”

“Yes,” she said simply.

“Oh.. Right.”

He glanced back at Jaz purring like a kitten, eagerly thrusting his face into Zalta’s neck. Occasionally, when he was brave enough, he would slide down to kiss the tops of her breasts. This seemed to be driving her wild, gasping every time he went there.

“Oh, if you’re going there, do it properly,” she grunted, pulling the straps of her dress down to expose a black lace bra, which she unclipped and flung over her shoulder.

Jaz’s brain completely switched off, faced with the most mesmeric set of boobies he could think of, pert C cups, and it was almost on autopilot that he leant down and took a firm nipple in his mouth, moaning into it.

Zalta groaned and splayed herself wide legged on the coach, Jaz sat on her lap and administering justice to her tits which deserved to be suckled, demanded it in fact.

It was quite a sight, and Dom was almost lost in it until a harsh grip on his chin pried him away.

“Don’t forget why you’re here,” hissed Jessica, her cold stare belied by eager hands.

Then he was being rolled onto the bed, and the honey-skinned woman began to tease him, bringing her lips right up to his and then brushing away at the last second, depositing just the tiniest hint of lipstick on his quivering bands.

Zalta glanced over, seeing Jessica manhandle Dom with ease.

“Oh that’s hot,” she muttered, expression blank, focus split between the sight in front of her and the teeth grazing her nipples, the hands sliding their way around her body, trying to take it all in.

Dom was already in full-bitch mode, and made a whine as Jessica threatened him with another meeting of mouths, only to pull back again.

“Strip for Mama.”

He pulled at his clothing faster than he had removed anything in his life, but it wasn’t fast enough for Jessica whose thirst was building, to the point where Dom whimpered as she grabbed his shirt and tore it from his body with raking claws.

Zalta grinned as she watched Jessica manhandle Dom like he was a child, flipping him and dragging his trousers free with socks and shoes still on.

“You are perfect now, my baby boy….”

“My shoes…”

She glanced at the shoes wiggling in the air.

“…. I like them. You wear what I want you to wear. Don’t argue.”

His chest felt like it would burst with excitement, and Dom tried to reach for her, pull her weight onto him, but she held back; in complete control with his legs parted around her waist, a triumphant smirk on that perfect face.

“Mama, please…”

“Beg harder.”

Dom spoke from his soul.

“Please… Mama fuck me…..Please…”

Her smile became shark-like.

“Good…. We’re going to make this loud.”

Wrestling sounds issued from the couch.

“Oh yess!!!” hissed Zalta, now squirming as Jaz moaned into her tits, dribble running down his cheeks and her abs as he sucked her like he needed her breast-milk to survive.

“Lube!”

Jessica pointed to something beside Zalta, and Zalta spanked Jaz so hard he squealed.

“HUhhnn!!!”

“Oops! Sorry…. Can you get the lube baby?”

“Huh…Yeah… i-if you… don’t slap my butt-cheeks off of my body!”

The second slap was deliberately brutal.

“HUHNNN! OKAY I’M SORRY, I’m sorry!!!!

An odd expression of excitement and pain splayed over his face as he crawled to the edge of the couch and found a set of drawers, rummaging around the top one as Zalta licked up the back of his legs, heading towards his asshole.

“F-Fouunnnnd it,” he said, moaning as she bit a butt-cheek with a red hand-print on it, adding a hickey to the work of art. “UHnnn…”

Once she had finished playing with his ass, she took the lube with a lingering kiss on both cheeks, and then threw it to Jessica who grabbed it like it was solid gold, nearly breaking the lid as she unscrewed it.

Then the show began.

Jessica glanced at all the cameras whilst coming up to her knees, radiant in her dress which was still being held together by thoughts and prayers, her bust fighting a winning battle to be free of it.

She undid the back and the front shot away, followed by the lower portion as she came down to her white bra and panties, and Dom’s brain went into overdrive, the jugular in his neck pounding as he beheld the Goddess looming over him, lacy underwear cinched around her tits, hips thrust forwards for maximum effect showing off the hideous crotch-bulge that was threatening to snap the stringy material clean in two.

It was a vision of pure brawn and beauty.

“Take it out.”

Trembling hands moved to pull the panties down, but a growl cowed him.

“Slowly.”

She seemed to relish the torture, and it was causing pre-cum to leak from his tip, forming a tiny puddle beneath his belly button.

Fingers slid into her waistband and pulled down, tenting her cock even more clearly in the material which was pointing straight, aiming at his forehead, the sides of her shaft shiny where pre-cum had already run down it.

Dom’s heart was pumping blood as if trying to burst his arteries, drumming between his ears as the panties came free, and it flopped out, hanging a hairsbreadth from his stomach; that glorious, terrifying, monster dick which had invaded his dreams and clogged his throat, breaking something inside him and replacing it with cock-lust.

The large slit was already dribbling white sauce onto his abdomen, and he simply lay there watching it, the two pink halves of her helmet flared out like a gun aiming to blow his head off.

The heat built up on top of his belly, overshadowing his own pathetic morsel between his legs.

“… Fuck me.”

The intensity with which he said it surprised even himself, but Jessica’s face curled into an ugly grin, before returning to its cool demeanour as she set about obeying his demand, ramming her whole hand inside the open lube jar.

Dom watched with incredulity as she emerged with a globe of liquid where her fist had been.

She thrust it against his undercarriage, and Dom had the odd feeling of having his buttocks submerged, Jessica wasting no time being coy and instead basting his whole lower half in juice, roughly plugging two drenched fingers into his asshole.

“UGHHN!”

“Shut the fuck up,” she snarled, making his eyes widen before she softened and shot him a wink.

She was doing it for the cameras….. and for him.

His heart blossomed as she gave his thighs a squeeze, before pushing his legs back over his head, to the point where he was folded in half and almost completely immobilised, short of a few hip wiggles and perhaps a twist of the neck.

He glanced over at Jaz and Zalta who had paused to watch, although Jaz was more interested in nuzzling against Zalta’s breasts as she gazed at Dom’s exposed anus.

He blushed, and Zalta’s expression turned into even more of a smirk, which only brought more scarlet to his cheeks. Dom know he looked a laughable figure, feet shoved above his head, butt-naked in a breeding pose.

A true beta.

“I’m going to break you now.”

Jessica lined herself up. Her cock was like the barrel of a gun brushing against his entrance.

A shiver ran up to the top of his spine.

Then she settled her log into a viscious wedgie of his crack, and a chihuahua noise escaped him as Dom was re-acquainted with how powerful her body really was, not even acknowledging his reflexive push back. It began to slide, like she was towelling his butthole with a giant sausage, a ten-inch range back and forth against an unprotected flower that was far too sensitive, bitch noises escaping him as she enjoyed his voice going higher, legs beginning to waggle in the air like he was being tortured.

“OOoooohhhHH! J-Jess…”

A moan issued from the couch as one of the watchers openly egged on the marriage of Jessica’s womanhood and Dom’s utterly open anus.

Then she set herself.

Her wrist tightened around his ankle.

Suddenly Dom was being rotated, his cock waving in the air in a tiny figure of eight as he was put on his side… facing straight into a camera.

He took one look into the lens, and then up at Jessica, who was making sure his legs were splayed to allow maximum openness for the silent onlooker.

She responded with a single word.

“Smile.”

Then her hips shifted, and Dom moaned in pain as her cock began to force its way into his asshole, the tight flower already cinching for dear life to prevent the invasion.

Jessica responded by simply putting put more and more power behind the press, pulling his left shoe and sock off and popping his foot against her shoulder so she could use her free hand to grab and pull his thigh.

“Oghhh… JESSICA….OGHH!…..”

The extra pressure did the trick and, like a battering ram, Jessica’s head popped inside and delved three inches deep because of the weight that she had put behind it.

“…OGHHH!!!.... J-JESSSss….!.”

Her expression was soft.

“Shhhh…..”

She leaned down and suckled at his lips, and Dom’s struggles slowed even though his heart was beating as fast as ever.

“Remember… Mama treats her sluts well.”

She backed her words with a few thrusts which barely moved an inch in and out of his body, and Dom huffed as the donkey-dick pulled his insides along with it.

That was something that had crippled him the first time she had taken him.

Now he basked in it.

It was happening again, his cock leaking down one side as she pressed deeper into him, except this time he was anticipating the thick hips working their way steadily towards his butt-cheeks, an inevitable force meeting a quite moveable object as a large hand placed itself on his belly, and Dom stared up into the eyes of the woman entering him, pushing more of her cock into his ass with each passing second, seeing the pleasure in those brown pools as his lips trembled.

He realised now they were so close that there were a few drops of green in the darkness as well.

His reveries were broken as hips met ass, and Jessica pressed their bodies tight together, Dom crushed between the mattress and the softness of her frame, powerful muscles gliding beneath skin so smooth he wanted to lick it.

“HNN..!”

The bra dug into his chest.

The cock sat snug in his core.

Two had become one.

He reached around and tried to unclip the bra-strap with shaking hands, and Jessica raised an eyebrow.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

His eyes went wide.

“AH, uh.. nnHnno…. Sorry…”

“Sorry is not enough.”

*THWAP!*

“UHNN!”

She administered a spank which made him croon, todger leaking pre-cum as his ass jiggled like it was competing in a twerking competition, Jessica groaning like a wounded animal at the show.

A squint made her seem like she was trying to ascertain whether the young man folded in half beneath her was worthy, even though they both knew perfectly well that he was her bottom bitch, legs splayed in the air, before unclipping her bra with one hand and flinging it across the room.

Her chest came down on his face like she was trying to smother him, Dom moaning as her vibrant scents surrounded him, invaded his sinuses, body pressing down so hard that he struggled to breath, forcing him to pull in hot, sweaty air from the crevasse of her tits.

The freshness of her Jasmine-scented perfume also had a hint of bitterness, a heady combination alongside the tang of her natural odours.

There was a little extra of all three between her breasts, combined with her tremendous body-heat.

She kept him pinned, sliding across him like she was trying to glue him to her front, her cock pulsing so luridly inside him that Dom went taut in her arms, unable to do more than flex his asshole and hold on as she prepared for what was to come.

“That’s it slut… Mamma’s going to feed you some good, hard dick now…”

“MHHmm!!”

Although it was barely heard, Zalta and Jaz were just able to pick up the moans coming from beneath Jessica’s body.

“Hot as fuck right?” Zalta murmured to Jaz, as he rubbed his inferior dick against her pillar.

“Yeah,” he murmured.

“You wanna try it?”

At this Jaz raised himself up a little bit, fear on his face.

“I… I dunno….”

Zalta cooed, rubbing his cheek, and gently began to pull his head towards her lap.

“You trust me, right?”

His expression became dreamy.

“Yeah… Yeah I d-GLHLLG!!”

Zalta jammed his face onto her cock, which began tearing up as she forced herself into his throat.

“Keep watching,” she cooed, as Jaz began to slobber over her weapon, his body angled to the side so he could still see the union taking place in front of them.

Youthful eyes widened as he attempted to deep-throat his new girlfriend whilst watching his friend’s anus become so distended that it looked like he was giving birth in reverse, Jessica’s mammoth schlong burying itself inside Dom, who began to squeal, looking every bit the whore as his alpha-Goddess sent her hips back a pace and snapped them fully to his butt-cheeks.

“UHNNN!”

The hair on Jaz’s necks and arms stood on end as he watched Dom squirm, trying to escape before Jessica slammed another, longer thrust into him, the figure shaking like he was being electrocuted.

Zalta’s cock pressed into his throat, making him wretch.

If Jessica was fucking Dom’s ass tonight, what was Zalta going to do to him? Would she expect the same?

Fear spread in his belly, and he had to reverse his lips, having only got around five inches inside again, not even halfway down.

A nugget of competitiveness grew in his mind that he should practice for next time.

Meanwhile Jessica began to bull Dom, legs wide so every inch of her penis going into him was revealed in full, glorious view, the young man ogling her as she sawed in and out of him, thudding her hips into his ass so that he had to lie back to stop his head rocking back and forth.

“UHn-! UHN-! UHNNNNNNN-!”

Jessica wasted no time shoving him forward so their missionary position was even more compromising, Dom almost curled over himself like he was being forced into an upside-down foetal position as she removed any last ounce of defence or recourse he had left.

“OHMYG-UUHHNNN!!!!”

His cheeks shook with each slam against him, each brutal *SCHWAP* so heavy that it was hard to equate the woman who kissed and touched him so gently with the machine that was now extracting pleasure from his asshole like sweets from a candy shop.

*SCHWAP* *SCHWAP*

“UHNN!”

*SCHWAP-AP-AP-AP*

“UGH-UNNH-Oh-OHH!”

She made sure to grab his ankles and widen them so that his legs were splayed, the heat of the lights making sweat dapple his body as they revealed every last line of his eager cock bouncing against his belly button, every crevasse of his ass as it was battered by Jessica’s huge plums.

Occasionally Jessica would glance at the camera to make sure that everything could be seen, nothing hidden from the audience’s eye as she turned back into him, an ecstatic expression on her face as she bit her lip, a few sighs belying how hard she was fucking him.

Meanwhile Jaz whimpered around the girth of his Zalta, sucking up to the tip, but the hand on his head firmly pushed him down again, moaning in alarm as she filled his throat.

“I didn’t say you could stop,” muttered Zalta, grinning to herself as she watched the boy’s rump wiggling in the air, his cock trembling with excitement. “Suck it cowboy! Oohhhhh yeahhh……!”

It was turning out to be a perfect day.

She switched her gaze back to the sweating, broiling mass in the centre of the bed which temporarily slowed down, almost looking like two people engaged in a mating position again instead of an eight-legged orgasm machine.

“Oh SIIIii…!” Jessica moaned.

A combined look of confusion and total bliss was breaking over her face, and Dom realised she wasn’t completely in control, trying to hold it in but struggling to contain herself.

In a moment of pure whorish inspiration, he took her hands in his, clasping them together.

“I love you.”

Her eyes widened, pupils becoming black holes as she began to shake, her lips forming a glistening ‘O’ as she slammed herself tight to his hips, bending over, sealing their mouths together.

The deep belly-groan as their insides merged together was just what Dom wanted to hear, and he squealed into her kiss, toes curling as her cock exploded inside his body.

“SIIIII!!!… HNNNnuuhhhh!!”

Pure volcanic heat rolled into his ass like lava.

Her tongue seemed to mirror her cock, offbeat jerks and twists with no rhyme or reason as Jessica squeezed his hands so hard that he briefly worried she might break them. Luckily, she seemed to be in enough control that she merely impressed on his soul how deep he had touched her with his outburst, sweat tinging their kiss with a salty flavour as she breathed heavily, heat still flowing from her balls into his rectum.

She had glued them together, Dom’s insides so full of hot sperm that he might struggle to reach the bathroom without dropping a pint of cream all over the bedroom floor as Jessica managed a few more hasty smacks of her hips against his rear-end, both their legs shaking.

Zalta and Jaz both stared, wide-eyed at the lovers shivering in front of them, hard as rocks.

“That is so hot.”

She patted Jaz’s head, and he whined, uncomfortable with the fact that he agreed, before sliding all the way up her penis which was now slick with spit and pre-cum.

“GLHhh….Uh..*glh..* yeeeah...”

Zalta’s expression became dangerous.

“You know that’s going to be you next, right?”

He looked up with a face that didn’t know what emotion to show, trying to split itself evenly between fear, confusion and excitement and ending up with a face that looked like he had just been told Santa Claus wasn’t real, but could still take a ride in his open sleigh.

Her grin turned maniacal.

“Get on your back.”

Jessica meanwhile was barely coming to her senses, head buzzing with the afterglow of her ejaculation.

She took Dom close, whispering into his face.

“You…. made me cum too early… you’re going to pay for that.”

“Oh no… hope…. H-hope you don’t do something awful like… fuck me in the ass,” he panted.

She gave an ugly laugh, and her voice felt deeper now their chests were pressed against each other, like she was chuckling in him rather than with him.

Having her cock be like a tuning rod inside his body was incredible. He just wanted her to talk sweet nothings to him all day, with that brutal hardness sitting in him.

He briefly glanced at the union between their bodies, the gorgeous tan to his translucent white, like tea spreading through milk.

The only thing he didn’t like was that she would eventually have to leave his ass…. Unless he teased her into another session.

His teeth came up and nipped her nick, and her jaw tightened.

“Excuse me?”

He bit his lip and raised his eyebrows in a ‘what are you going to do about it’ way.

She set herself, jaw clenching.

“Oh baby… such a mistake to make.”

Her cock began to slide in and out again, like a train accelerating away from a station.

It began to stimulate up his spine, and muscles tensed as she ratcheted up to break-neck speeds.

“OhmmyGod…OHMYGODUGGHHHH!!!!”

Dom clung to her back as she began to fully fuck ten inches of cock in and out of his body, glutes tensing as she drilled a new hole in her bitch, pistoning her hips like a steel trap, with Dom as the prey between her hips and the bed.

“GHUGLGUGHH!!!”

Dom began to scream, the same sounds he had made on their very first union, loud enough to wake the neighbours if Jessica hadn’t soundproofed the room.

“Look at the camera slut, Look at the camera!”

He did as he was told, staring into the lens in hysterics, baring his soul to whoever wanted to watch a young man get fucked into a coma.

“My little pornstar!” she hissed, sweat rolling down her forehead, “My *uhnn!*beautiful boy…”

She rammed him, exorcised him in front of the observers, always making sure that each dirty hilt, each spurt of his cock, every loving look they gave each other was all in frame, all exposed for the viewer’s leisure, pulling him so he could be seen from all angles.

They synced into a heaving mass, bed-slats squealing to the beat as Jessica unloaded her insane passion, not a hair out of place as she pistoned away, contrasting with Dom who was now a crumpled, sweating mess.

“SI MIA PUTTANA!!!”

“Yeah!” whimpered Dom, ecstasy spreading through him as his master stamped her ownership into him, a waxy, gluey seal spread through his entire asshole, pouring onto the bed whenever Jessica’s cock sawed outwards to the hilt, only to reverse course to slam somewhere so deep inside his body that Dom could only shake and moan in response.

Then her helmet hit him in his special place one time too many, and Dom convulsed, chestnuts tightening as he spewed a shimmering rope across his belly.

“UHHHNN!”

Another rope.

*THWAP!*

“UUHHHHNNN!”

Two more.

Dom gave into everything that Jessica was giving him, his heart thumping as he locked eyes with the woman trying to impregnate him, her fluids connecting them into one being of heat and passion, his belly full of her seed.

Wrists snaked to both his ankles and began rubbing up and down his calves, pinching a little of the skin, making him whine as he tried to lock hands with her instead.

“Mia Puttana,” she growled, purring like a cougar as leaned her weight into him again, squishing his chest.

“Uhhn… Jessica… please…..” he squeaked.

She growled and pushed herself up slightly, allowing Dom to pull in a long breath.

“Now you are mine… Because every girl who sees your face will eventually know that you are a bitch.”

His heart squeezed tight.

“N-not a bitch…”

Her face fell a little.

Dom brought his lips up to a hairsbreadth from hers.

“… I’m your bitch, Mama.”

Jessica growled and stuck her tongue so far down his throat it felt like she was trying to meet her cock in the middle of his body, Dom plugged from both ends, sealed by his lover as she wiggled herself around in his mouth.

Bliss.

They spent a few moments sighing and shifting their weight side to side, not wanting to detach, until Jessica took it upon herself to begin sliding out from both ends with a filthy, spluttering plunger sound like someone had turned on a jacuzzi filled with custard.

“Hnnngg…”

The feeling of being unplugged sent a ripple up Dom’s spine as her tongue sucked its way free of his lips, and her head popped free of his sphincter.

*SSHPLLLEUUCKK*

Two tonnes of hot bull-semen exploded all over the bed, rocketing towards the camera positioned at the end of the bed.

“…Huhhh..!”

“Mama Mia….” Jessica murmured, nodding as she took in one of the most beautiful sights of her adult life, a young lover’s cratered asshole, flexing as her cum waterfalled out of it.

Her chest was tight as she looked back to see the red light glowing next to the corner of the lens. Thank goodness.

This would truly be a special video.

She made a mental note to revisit it with her slut sat on her lap to enjoy it together.

As they came down from their eyelash fluttering highs, a long drawn-out grunt stole both their attention, and they turned to the sight of Zalta clambering on top of the sofa.

Clearly she was ready for their turn, Jaz already on his back and so deep in the couch that all Dom could see were his limbs tightening to Zalta’s sides as she pressed her hips down, hands looking laughably small on her.

Dom and Jessica curled up together as the second show began.

A loud “UUUHNNNNN!” came from below, and Dom shivered as the boy’s legs spasmed, and her cock began disappearing downwards.

It seemed to go on forever, a torturous minute of dick being sheathed that was loud and intense, squeals coming from under Zalta as she pressed on, dropping down into her lover so that the protests were muffled by her tits.

“Mphhhhh, MphhhhhMMMMPPHHH!”

Dom noticed Jaz’s hands flexing on her back as Zalta muttered a few broken sentences of filth whilst she claimed her prize.

“..Gonna take this dick……..knew that you wanted it…..”

An ear-wrenching squeal sliced through the air as something gave, and the clear sound of hips meeting ass followed, confirmed by the curling of Jaz’s toes in the air as his legs shook.

“MMMMMMHHNNN!!!!”

Drool had formed on Zalta’s pursed lips, dropping down onto the unseen face of her new bitch.

“Oh fuuuuuck yeah… Ohhhh you’re tight… you’re SO tight……..Hnn!”

It was a brutal sight even if they couldn’t see all the details, although Jessica leaned over and smirked, probably because Jaz’s asshole had become considerably wider than it had been at the start of the evening.

Dom decided he wasn’t quite ready to see his flatmate’s anus just yet, although seeing Zalta looming over him was an intoxicating sight.

The insertion continued, a final few inches to go, torturous, slow progress made every few seconds.

It seemed to take all night, but eventually the insertion of her womanhood finished, signalled by a long moan from Jaz as the fingers on her back clinging so tight that they had turned a blotchy red, trembling as they searched for any shred of comfort they could cling to.

Zalta’s lower lip was trembling, and she licked a sliver of drool which was running from it, looking down with such pride and affection that Dom believed he was truly watching someone in love. The way the smile spread across her face made it obvious that it had just been reciprocated.

“You ready?” she cooed.

An “Mmmhmmm…” floated up from the couch.

Zalta lowered herself, and began to settle into a rhythm, back arching to send her hips down to her lover, oscillating in a mating dance that spoke of the ease with which she handled her body, every movement clinical and controlled.

“UUUUHhn…Uhh…Ughh….!”

Brown hands pawed at her waist and ass, suggesting a contrasting figure with no control whatsoever as whines began to drift up from beneath her, accompanied by the sounds of a piece of sliding meat being dipped in custard.

“Ugh….ughh…..ughhhh…..!”

Zalta was a careful beast, and as she gently fucked Jaz the whines seemed to change, the pain leaving his voice, becoming more excited, more pleasure-filled.

“UUhhhh…UUHH!....”

It looked like Zalta could have gone forever at that speed, surgically pumping her hips at ten miles an hour, coercing Jaz into that wonderful place of acceptance, the lip of the pit that Dom knew once he fell over, he would never climb out.

He realised you didn’t forget the first time someone takes you.

Jaz was feeling it now, and Dom imagined the way her abs must feel gliding across his, her tattoos up against Jaz’s face as she pumped just a little harder, the darkness beckoning him in.

“Aighn…. Z-zal…. ZaltaaaiiiUuuuhhhh..”

She must have found the right spot, because both their faces lit up, and she began to jab her cock at him like she was spearing a fish in the ocean.

Jaz’s mewls reached a whole new pitch as he discovered violent prostate stimulation for the first time, and Dom began to get hard again as he experienced what Jaz was going through vicariously, knowing exactly how that helmet was hitting the spot which made your back arch, your knees tremble, the heat ramp up in your stomach.

His toes curled, arms clamping tighter to back muscles which danced faster, rippling with anticipation as they began to meld the two bodies into one.

The sex was becoming sweaty and feverish… and then Zalta could wait no longer.

The tension in the room ramped upwards as Zalta raised her hips much higher than before, which mean she had probably only left the tip of her cock inside her man.

*SCHWAPP!!!*

“UUUUUUHHHHHHHHGGGGGG!!!”

She pounded downwards with such force that Dom reckoned nothing could be alive down there unless they were hidden under sandbags, or perhaps a concrete bunker, murmuring as she raised her hips once more and began to fuck like a locomotive, the brakes off as she slammed her entire body down, drilling for oil.

Lung-busting squeals coming from beneath her more than told the story, and Dom reckoned Jaz was being truly annihilated if the sounds were anything to go by, legs spasming, waving like the boy was being plugged into the mains.

“UHNNGHU-UGOHMMGGOOOODD!!!”

Zalta bared her teeth as she buried herself in him.

Jessica rubbed his belly slowly but Dom squirmed, unable to look away as whatever remained of Jaz screamed like a sopping wet whore for the machine that was brutalising him, and Dom felt a drop of sympathy for the boy as he was ploughed into the couch so hard that the floor shook, the beast on top of him grimacing and huffing with each thud.

*WUMP! WUMP! WUMP!*

“UuHGH-H-H-H-H-H!!!”

“Yeah, you take that big dick baby… Ughh CHRIST YOU’RE TIGHT…..!”

Time seemed to stretch as Zalta laid out a barely believable display of stamina and bone-deep perversion as she took Jaz’s soul in front of their eyes, a mesmerising figure of strength and virility impregnating her bitch.

Feet vibrated in the air as his body was rag-dolled in a position of no escape, her toes pressing divots into the sofa-arm, such was the power with which she administered her love.

The occasional tang of sweat hit Dom’s nostrils, noting the light sheen beginning to dapple Zalta’s back, running over the front of her tattoos and down to her nipples as she turned into a white and black blur.

As he was watching Jessica’s hands attached themselves to Dom’s sides and lifted him onto her lap cross-legged, her wet cock pressed up against his lower back, both facing Jaz’s anal cherry being popped (or more accurately exploded into a million pieces) as Jessica’s arms wrapped around, head leaning on his.

She was almost completely hard again.

It felt so arousing in the arms of his lover, watching Zalta fuck Jaz’s brains out.

Dom felt a moment of true contentedness.

“UGHHHGNN-UHG-U-u-u-UHHH!!!”

The leg spasms were getting so severe that Dom briefly worried if Jaz was having some sort of epileptic fit, but then a tight, high-pitched scream came from the pit where his body was being pressed down into the floor, and Dom watch a rope of white hand-cream fly onto the hand-rest of the couch, followed by multiple longer ones which flew into the air.

He idly played with his own cock as the young man climaxed, Zalta exorcising Jaz of his manhood, fucking the cum out of him with crunches that must have taken incredible core strength to administer with such sharpness.

*SCHLAPP-SCHLAPP! SCHLAPP-SCHLAPP!!*

The room was beginning to smell like sweat and jizz, although perhaps a large part of that was because of Jessica having inseminated his own ass.

Her powerful scent still flickered in his nostrils as he leaned back into her.

It was constant screaming now, like a horror movie bikini girl being chased by a monster, and Dom would have been scared at Jaz’s high-pitched din if he hadn’t seen more lines of his cum flying out from the depths of the burgeoning couch, now creaking ominously every time Zalta slammed her weight down into it.

The icing machine that was Jaz’s dick had clearly had a recent refill.

“AGUGHHHHH.. UUH-UHNN-UHHH-AAAIIII!”

Jessica nuzzled Dom’s ear as the screams rang loud, both of them wondering how neighbours would react despite the soundproofing that had been attached to the ceiling and walls.

“I hope she doesn’t break my couch.”

Dom couldn’t help a chuckle at her lack of compassion for Jaz, quite unworried as her cock rubbed against the small of his back.

A few more weak ropes of white launched over the side and onto the carpet from the fuck-pit.

‘Who would be so sick as to enjoy this’ wondered Dom as he dribbled a wet blotch of pre-cum from the tip of his own penis, his hands moving behind him to slide slowly over his lover’s growing appendage.

Their breathing became shallower as Jessica felt small hands sliding onto her shaft once more, and reciprocated with a paw reaching down across his belly, settling firmly on his shaft, fully enclosing it in her fist.

They watched on, stroking each other as Zalta slammed her hips into the couch like she was trying to kill Jaz with her cock whilst Jessica began to nibble Dom gently, enjoying their friends’ violent union.

“OHMMMMmmnnn-HHUHhhhhhh…”

No mercy was shown as sweat ran down Zalta’s back, still fucking under hot studio lights as Jessica laid a kiss on Dom’s cheek, stroking his hair which now felt like it was sticking in all directions but straight.

It didn’t matter as long as she continued playing with it between her fingers, trying fruitlessly to straighten hair that was now greasy and messy.

He loved that she tried anyway.

“UGHGHUGOAGUGHH!”

Their lips met tenderly amid Jaz in the throes of another full-body orgasm and the meat-slaps of skin on skin.

Dom sucked on Jessica’s tongue as Zalta grunted, unleashing her full range of motion, hips coming so high that fully ten inches of cock were being rapidly slammed in and out of the defeated boy’s asshole, legs and arms clinging to her body as she beat his ass like a drum.

“I love you,” murmured Dom.

Jessica stared into his soul, cameras forgotten as she stroked his cheek with a long-nailed finger.

“Siii… my love….”

She absent-mindedly began to play with his hair again as the steam engine on the couch trembled, a mewl coming from beneath it as Zalta seemed to stutter, almost comedic like a stop motion animation, although there was nothing funny about the way Zalta’s plums contracted, the heaving tennis balls squeezing tight .

“HAIIIGHH!”

Her moan was ferocious, and a sharp tang filled the air, the hands on Zalta’s sides turning into white-knuckled claws which suggested that Jaz must have been getting filled with an obscene level of seed, confirmed by the further pumps of Zalta’s hips revealing a cock covered in white, sheathed quickly into Jaz’s ass once more, her expression wide-eyed like she had just injected the most powerful drug into her veins.

The hairs on Dom’s arms raised to standing as a whore moan issued from the depths of his flatmate’s being.

“UUHhnnnnhhhhhh!!!”

Zalta’s whole body tensed to its maximum as she filled Jaz’s insides like a human water balloon, her grunts and groans speaking of bone-deep release as they filled the air, him nothing more than a broken shell of a human male, a vessel of cock-taking pleasure.

It was an incredibly intimate, and intimidating sight.

The figure rocked back and forth like a swing, slowing along with her grunts which lowered in volume, Jaz’s humiliating mewls dying away, legs still trembling in the air as the flicker of a smile crossing Zalta’s lips.

“H…. Holy shit….”

For a moment, nobody moved, savouring the silence.

Eventually, incredibly gently, she hefted the body beneath her like it weighed nothing, peeling a limp, sweaty Jaz from the indent in the cushions, saddling him on her lap.

Dom’s eyebrows rocketed up as he saw for the first time what Zalta was administering, Jaz’s butthole spread obscenely wide for the girth sunken in his cheeks, more akin now to a cavernous sinkhole then a pink flower, long sheets of cum leaking down over his lover’s testicles.

He looked barely conscious.

She was running her eyeballs over him like she had found heaven in human form, hands cupping his ass, running across his abs, circling nipples as Jaz drooled, staring at the woman who had stolen his anal virginity in service to her God-cock.

“I’m gonna look after you,” she whispered, her drawl more pronounced as she wiped a sliver from his lips, supporting his head so it didn’t loll to the side.

“Eunn..”

“Shhhh, don’t talk….. I got you cowboy…”

She stood up with him holding onto her front like a human fanny pack, cupping his butt with one hand easily.

“Mind if I stay over?”

Jessica raised an eyebrow, nuzzling Dom’s neck.

“First door on the right.”

Zalta smirked.

“Yeah, I know.”

With that she carried out her lover, still whispering in his ear as she tapped his raw cheeks, eliciting little sobs and whimpers.

When the door closed behind them, Dom listened as she walked Jaz to another room.

A thud and a few moans followed, and he was quite sure she was shoving him up against the wall and making out with him judging by the sounds issuing down the hall, before a door slammed, and silence took over.

He turned to Jessica and nuzzled her.

“Woowww…”

She responded with a soft kiss.

“Indeed…. You’ve been a good boy today.”

Dom’s eyes flicked to the cameras, forgotten.

The red light stared dolefully back.

“Mama?”

“Si?”

“…. Do we have enough camera battery for a little more?”

She shook her head.

“No more than a few minutes….. but I guess we need practice if you want to be a good little pornstar.”

The connotations of that sentence filled him with worry, but he pushed it aside because her dick was leaking against the small of his back, and he wanted to make it pop again.

“….. Si Mama.”

She pressed a hand into his chest, forcing him back onto the mattress.

***

Heat.

Dom woke up feeling the heat of Jessica burning against his chest, and realised he had slept on top of her like a pup, head nuzzled in her neck.

Apparently she was quite pleased with the situation as well, snoring loudly, her arm clamped around him, anchoring him to her side.

Being this close to her, he could enjoy every inch of her skin, noticing that there was a tiny patch of translucent hair just behind her jaw.

He didn’t know why, but seeing it made him want to kiss it.

He also really needed to pee.

It took several attempts, and some soft kisses on her cheek, before powerful arms released him, still muttering in her sleep.

He felt guilty as she reached for a pillow and pulled it to her in the position where he had been seconds earlier.

After releasing a full chemical factory’s worth of cum from his belly, and a long pee, he decided to check the kitchen for something to fill the hole in his body.

Some shuffling down the hall made him slow his aching legs.

When he reached the kitchen he was surprised to find Zalta there, grabbing something from the cupboards, and his eyes grew wide as he saw the naked breasts, half-dried cum on her steel plate abs shining in the pale morning light, cock drooping down at the floor.

Part of him had briefly thought she had been holding a hoover until he had seen her balls swinging behind it.

“H-hey….”

Zalta’s chuckled as he gazed down at her womanhood.

“Morning… you should wipe that blush off, it’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”

“Y-yeah…”

He tore his eyes away from it and padded towards the kitchen whilst keeping his gaze on the sink, although occasionally it wandered back to where Zalta was grabbing items and mixing them together, glutes flexing whenever she walked from the cupboard to the counter.

It made sense that she would have worked up an appetite after last night’s performance.

“So… how’s Jaz?”

She smiled, seeing something that he couldn’t.

“Sleeping it off…. Wooh your friend…. He’s… quite the lover.”

Dom raised his eyebrows, having thought of Jaz’s role last night as one akin to being a pincushion, although in his case the ‘pin’ being stuck in was considerably larger.

“Yeah…. Well, that’s good… I’m ah… glad for you guys.”

“I can see that,” she said, smirking down at the erection that was appearing as if by magic between Dom’s legs.

He let out a pained laugh.

“HA… yeah…. Uh…. I just need to get some water…..”

“Sure.”

She opened up a cupboard and proffered a glass.

He took it, but her fist closed around it.

He stopped pulling, the hairs on his neck rising at her show of strength.

She smirked and her hand opened, placing it in his palm before turning back to whatever she was mixing as Dom’s lip bounced whilst he scuttled to the sink and filled his glass with water.

As he was about to shuffle away she grabbed his arm.

“Dom.”

He froze as she leaned into him.

“….. Thank you.”

Dom furrowed his brow.

“…. Oh?”

A smile spread across her face.

“For introducing us. I think he might be the one.”

Dom tried to pull the surprise from his face

“Oh…. That’s no problem!… Jess’s idea, really.”

She grinned.

“She always was a smart one. Keep her happy, she deserves it. She deserves you.”

For a moment, Dom felt his cheeks warm.

Then she let go and slapped his ass.

“OOCH!”

Dom whinnied, spilling a little water on the floor.

“Now wake your Mama up and tell her I’m making pancakes, pornstar!”

“I’m not a pornstar,” he muttered, walking off.

Zalta’s tone was mirthful.

“Sure you aren’t.”

***

“Hey….”

Nothing.

He grinned.

“Mama….”

A loud snore made him giggle.

He began to kiss her neck, finding that patch of hair and nuzzling it, before working up to her ear.

The bed creaked as a lioness began to stir.

A few more smooches up and down her jaw brought a few grunts of contentment, eyes threatening to peel open.

He finished at her lips, biting a little as he sucked on them.

A deep purr rang through him as her mouth opened up, and a tongue slithered into his throat, filling it.

Her breath was a little odorous after sleep, but Dom didn’t care, too busy enjoying the way Jessica was beginning to pull him into her.

In a few seconds she had rolled him over, hands tightening to his wrists, pinning him beneath her as she began to furiously make out with him.

Her cock pressed against his hard enough to be painful, and he mewled as she ground herself against him, tits suffocating as her nipples hardened against his skin.

“Hi,” she growled.

“M-morning,” he replied breathlessly.

“Why did you wake me up?”

There was an aggression behind her words that was so exciting and dangerous at the same time.

“B-because Zalta’s making pancakes…”

“Is that the only reason?”

“Uh….”

Her hands tightened on his wrists painfully.

Dom understood and raised his legs.

***

Jaz blinked his eyes open, enjoying the warmth of the pillows.

They didn’t feel like his own. In fact they were kind of like the hotel he had stayed in a few weeks back on the trip to Malta….

He tried to sit up and groaned.

Thigh muscles ached where they had been stretched in intense positions for large periods of last night, his anus was feeling incredibly sensitive, almost raw, and his breath….

He wretched.

His breath smelt like dick.

He’d sucked cock yesterday.

No.

He’d sucked cock twice.

Jaz clawed at the bedsheets as he remembered seeing his flatmate get fucked in the ass, being forced into the missionary position…..

No.

It wasn’t just Dom who’d got fucked like a gay last night.

Jaz moaned as he tried to dig his way through the bed all the way down to the ground floor. His asshole was burning….. because Zalta had…..

She’d done him.

Multiple times.

Something scratched at his throat.

He needed to leave.

The room was dark, and when he put his feet down to find the floor, his legs followed them, all the way to the carpet.

Jaz lurched, falling on the soft fibres, and tried to push himself up.

His legs didn’t follow.

He felt sick as he realised Zalta had fucked him to the point he couldn’t currently walk.

His cheeks burned as he crawled to the curtain and pulling it a fraction aside to allow a sheet of white sliced through the room, shielding his eyes as they adjusted.

Clothes.

He needed clothes.

His jeans took a few minutes to pull on, and by the time he had his shirt and socks on he was able to pull himself up onto shaky legs.

“Crap,” he muttered, holding onto the wall for support as he staggered towards the door and pulled it open.

Something liquid was leaking down the inside of his thigh.

Don’t think about it.

He needed to leave.

Jaz found himself in the corridor with plain white doors on all sides… and sounds coming from the one at the end.

He could hear thumping and low moaning, and his knees trembled as he approached the door and put an ear to it.

The sounds of humping were clear as day, a feminine voice overpowering a male one, the male’s high-pitched and issuing after the female’s, timed with wet slaps - a cock entering a hole.

It was Dom.

Dom was being fucked by Jessica.

Jaz felt like he should want to vomit, but in a bout of curiosity he put his face to the keyhole and gasped.

Dom was face down in the mattress, ass sticking up in the air as Jessica pounded away at it, lust emblazoned across her features as she beat his ass like a meat hammer, fingers digging into his shoulders, using him like a pinata as if she were trying to fuck his insides out.

And the boy was helping her.

He was angling his butt back into her thrusts, wheezing every time she sheathed herself in him, but always attempting to help her whenever she reversed course to find that special place back inside him.

Jaz watched on, unblinking as the two rutted like a pair of dogs, uncaring to the world around them.

It was the gayest thing he’d ever seen… well, since last night.

His stomach tightened, hairs on his arms rising, eyes glued to the scene in front of him.

Jaz reckoned he could have strode in naked and the couple still wouldn’t have noticed him, such was the concentration with which Jessica rode her muse. She couldn’t have looked more focused if she had been steering him in the grand national, eyes glued to the prize as his cheeks hugged her cock in a lover’s embrace.

Jessica briefly slowed down and Dom wiggled his hips, as if trying to tease her into continuing.

The mean look that crossed her face suggested he had found success as she launched a thrust so sudden that Dom had not prepared for it, ploughed into the bed and moaning in surprise as Jessica began a much more violent crucifixion of his anus.

Jaz was so lost in the view that he didn’t hear the padded steps behind him.

“Looking for your virginity?”

He yipped, straightening up before his legs gave way again, and he fell to the floor, turning up into the towering form of Zalta looking amused, with a plate in one hand.

“H..hi..”

“Sorry, I think you lost it last night… but I heard pancakes help with achy assholes.”

She crouched down as the rutting in the room continued unabated, a crescendo building as Jessica was clearly close to cumming inside Dom, a steady succession of feminine moans rising in volume.

“Ugh, Uhh, UHhhhh!!”

“Wow, they’re really going at it…. I was going to suggest breakfast in bed but.. seeing as you’re dressed I think we can move to the dining room?”

“Y-yeah,” he muttered, eyes the size of satellite dishes as he took in her naked body bending over to him, cock drooping to the floor as her face came to within an inch of his.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

His lips opened slightly.

She moved forward, accepting the invitation, and they kissed, wet lips pressing against dry ones.

He tried to coax her tongue into his mouth like yesterday, but she pulled back a little when he tried to reach her tongue, leading him to his feet.

He struggled onto shaky knees, up and up, until eventually she came to stand, too tall for him to reach, trying to get on tiptoes to continue the kiss.

She grinned down at the need written on his face.

“Breakfast first, sex later.”

***

When Dom emerged wearing an oversized t-shirt with the words ‘girl-power’ written on it and Jessica’s arm around his side, Jaz’s first reaction was to smirk, until he remembered that he was sat on Zalta’s lap, her fork half way to his mouth.

They made eye contact and both felt the embarrassment radiating off the other, Dom sitting himself down in front of a waiting plate with Jessica taking position beside him, her sporting yoga pants and a pink t-shirt which was almost as bright as Dom’s.

“G-going to a bachelorette party?” Jaz blurted.

“Really?” Dom shot back, “is Mummy going to feed you for the rest of the day?”

Zalta chuckled, wearing her dress from last night, hair a little wonky where sweat had run through it.

“Wow, battle of the bitch-boys…. Maybe you should see who has the widest asshole this morning?”

Jaz and Dom both shut their mouths, eyes wide.

‘Probably him,’ Dom thought, although he didn’t say it.

Zalta muttered something in Jaz’s ear, probably confirming as such, and he went so red that he looked like a cherry tomato ripe for the picking.

“Pancakes?” Jessica nodded to Zalta, “You shouldn’t have.”

“Well, it’s the only reason I get invited back.”

She smiled, mirrored weakly by Jaz, who looked like he had been taken apart and reassembled back to front, sporting bleary eyes and hair sticking in odd directions.

“Shhh,” she muttered to him, placing another piece of pancake in his mouth.

Dom couldn’t help a laugh, and Jaz offered a weak “Fghh-offff…” whilst chewing through his pancake.

They nuzzled for a moment, before Zalta made to cut another slice of pancake.

“So, what do you think of your new flat?”

It took him a few seconds to realise she was taking about him.

“OH! It uh…. It’s amazing.”

Jessica didn’t add anything, placing a perfect slice of pancake into her mouth without touching the sides, although she seemed pleased by the way she shifted a little closer to him as Zalta sighed.

“Yeah… I heard rent’s a bitch too, I’m glad you agreed to cover most of it.”

“W-wha?!”

His heart was racing as he turned to Jessica, who was looking at him with one solitary raised eyebrow.

He turned back to Zalta, who was grinning widely, with a pissed off look. Jaz chuckled with her, cuddling a little closer to her breast.

“Wow… you idiots deserve each other.”

The two of them gave each other a soft kiss.

Jessica’s hand clamped to his thigh.

“Mama will buy you everything.”

He gave her an embarrassed look.

“Jess… I can pay for stuff.. I have money..”

She growled and dropped the fork, closing in and grasping his neck.

“You pay for NOTHING. Understand?”

“Hnn!”

He murmured as fingers tightened to his jugular, her teeth bared, eyes boring into his as he nodded quickly.

“You are mine,” she growled, careful not to choke him before releasing him, and Dom bleated, pulling oxygen more in surprise then alarm as Jessica went back to her pancake.

Blood had also begun flowing to his crotch, hardening still as he worked through having been manhandled so quickly and easily.

Zalta and Jaz watched on with rapt expressions.

“Looks like someone needs his sugar momma’ Jazz exclaimed, making Zalta titter.

“Fuck off,” he shot in their direction, and they both smirked.

***

Finally they came out fully clothed, Jaz and Dom in their crumpled outfits from last night, now looking like true walk of shamers. Zalta was back in her dress, a little worse for wear, but certainly not identifiable as someone who had taken a dicking last night, because of course, she hadn’t.

Jessica was dressed in what looked like yoga gear, all black and designed to try and reign in as much of her cleavage as possible. Dom imagined exercising would be a tricky assignment without strapping them down.

He also realised perhaps he should have gelled his hair, splayed four ways across his forehead, neither of them straight.

At least Jaz had the stupid cowboy hat.

Zalta fixed that particular problem by removing it from his head.

“Hey!”

“Come get it cowboy,” she said, grinning as she leaned down.

He looked torn between wanting to grab it, run, and kiss her.

“… it’s mine!”

Her lips pouted.

Jaz let out a pained smile and pressed his lips obediently against hers.

As soon as he felt her taste on his tongue he began to get more animated, hands reaching up to clasp her head.

Before Dom could raise his eyebrows in surprise, Jaz was tonguing Zalta as deep as possible, the woman letting him do as he pleased as he desperately tried to explore as much of her as he could.

Jessica rolled her eyes.

“Can we please take this outside my apartment.”

Jaz and Zalta extracted themselves from each other with a wet plunger sound, and Jessica came up to Dom with her familiar resting bitch-face firmly applied, although the kiss she gave him was warm.

He melted into it for a moment, and time stood still.

“Guys, can we take this outside,” Zalta drawled, and Jaz sniggered beside her.

They ignored the watchers, taking a few moments for themselves before Jessica snaked her tongue back out of his mouth and Dom popped free, his lips wet.

“See you soon good boy,” whispered Jessica, nuzzling his nose, before stepping back.

Dom walked on shaky legs out the door, followed by Zalta and Jaz, and he took one final look back at Jessica waving with a wry smile before closing the door.

“Well…. Hell of a night huh, boys?”

They both nodded, the connotations of ‘didn’t you both enjoy getting fucked in the ass’ fluttering around their heads.

She leaned into Jaz.

“By the way, your breath still smells of jizz… maybe you should try brushing your teeth again?”

Jaz sealed his lips so tightly that his mouth disappeared.

They journeyed down to the main lobby in silence, Jaz and Zalta staying awkwardly close without being arm-in-arm.

Dom didn’t know who they were kidding. Certainly not themselves.

Eventually they reached the sidewalk, and Zalta turned to look down on Jaz.

It seemed laughably similar to a mother dropping her son off on the first day of school, such was the height difference between the two.

“Thanks for last night honey…. You have my number.”

“Yeah,” muttered Jaz, still keeping his mouth as shut as possible.

She heaved in a breath of fresh air and pulled close again, a large hand snaking down to cup his butt.

“I…. still need my hat back,” muttered Jaz.

Zalta squeezed his ass, making him shiver.

“I told you… you’ll have to come get it.”

He reached for it, but she avoided the attempt and stood up to her full height.

“Guess you’ll have to swing by later,” she said, rubbing his cheek before detaching and striding to the nearest cab.

They both watched her go, rooted to the sidewalk as the super-woman wearing a cowboy hat slipped inside, long legs coming in sideways to be able to fit, before the door closed, and the taxi sped off into the distance.

For a moment neither Jaz nor Dom looked at each other, watching the cab weave through traffic before they reluctantly turned to each other.

“Uh.. So….”

“Yeah….”

“HEY!!!”

A high-pitched voice cut through them like a chill wind.

“HEY, you’re Jaz right?!?”

Jaz and Dom whipped round to the phone pointed at him, the young girl behind it closing in.

“Uh…!”

Her friend was getting her phone out as well, struggling to turn on the camera as her thumbs scrabbled for purchase.

“OHHH MYY GODDD AND DIZZY-DOM TOO….. I love you guys!! Who was that girl??!”

Jaz and Dom’s jaws bounced as the girls closed in, devices pointed out in front like they were about to arrest them.

“Uh it’s…”

“I’m not…. Ah…!”

“She was wearing your hat!! Is it for a video???”

“Well..”

“WAIT, is she your girrrlllfriennndd!!”

They pushed close until it seemed like they were attempting to insert the phones up the boy’s noses.

“SHE WAS SO TALLL!”

“Look it’s…”

“Did you guys have sex?!??! Your hair looks…. Ew what’s that smell!!”

Jaz covered his mouth in horror.

“Nothing!” Dom chimed in, desperately trying to open up some sort of polite distancing between them.

“Can you sign this??”

“So where did you come from, is this where you live??!!”

Jaz looked at Dom, who understood the message.

“Sorry, got to run, we’re uh….. late for a shoot!”

They bolted, running for the nearest taxi, hearts pounding as the girls looked on in surprise at the two boys shambling like their legs had the wrong feet attached, knees shaking as they tried to accelerate.

Turns out running after having your cheeks widened wasn’t an ideal way to start the day.

“OH… Hey, does this mean she WAS your girlfriend?!?!!”

They Dom opened the door and scrabbled inside, before being bowled over by Jaz who had initiated an action movie dive, both of them ending up in a heap on the back seat.

“Ey, watch the upholstery will ya!”

“DRIVE!” they shouted in unison.

The driver tutted and pulled out, the boys waiting until they were a safe distance away to poke their heads up.

“Fuck,” muttered Dom.

“SHIIIITTT!” shouted Jaz, “BROTHER WE ARE SCREWED!!!”

Dom sat back, heart thumping in his chest.

“Yup… yeah… we really are...”

There were now two porn videos ready to be uploaded in Jessica’s possession of him being fucked in the ass, and videos of them both looking dishevelled alongside Zalta, who wouldn’t be hard to track down given her stature.

Their lives were out on the internet…..

He crinkled his nose as the waft of jizz fluttered in his nostrils, and glanced over at Jaz who had his mouth open, moaning as the world outside flashed by.

“Oh man, oh man oh man…”

‘Jeez he really does need to take a breath-mint… Zalta’s stuff is serious.’

Dom pulled out his phone for what felt like the first time in weeks and opened up his youtube account.

The views had been boosted by one of their group videos.

‘Of course. Mark always uploads on schedule.’

Currently Dom’s subscriber count was 8.3 million, up from 8.2 last week, with his twitch on 1 million.

How many would there be once porn videos of him getting screwed in the ass began to circulate?

He clicked on their group’s channel, the one that him and his four friends had created.

The ‘Rowdy boyz’ channel was of course incredibly popular, boasting over 20 million subscribers. They had just passed the landmark a few weeks ago, and had been trying to sort out an appropriate video for it.

He looked at the picture of all five of them.

Dom, Jaz, Mark, Duppy, and of course, the main attraction, Benz, front and centre.

He imagined what they would say if they found out about any of what Jaz and Dom had got up to in the past twenty-four hours.

His stomach tightened, and then a message popped up on screen.

It was from Jessica.

He pressed it, and his mouth fell open.

She had sent him a picture with her cock and tits hanging out of her yoga outfit, with a message.

‘See you Monday xx.’

He ogled the melons she was squeezing between her elbows, the mast drooping out of the skin-tight pants and her sultry pout, glancing over at Jaz who was staring forlornly out of the window before texting back.

‘Yeah! see you soon, Mama xx’

His finger hovered over the ‘send’ button.

He scrolled back and added two more words.

‘Love you xx’

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