“Mornin’, love.”
He always calls me “love.” I wonder if he even remembers my name. I could never ask him. He’s so sweet, even for an old door man. And I wouldn’t dare embarrass a proper English gentleman that way. But I often wonder.
I flash a smile. “Good morning, George.”
“I’m afraid he’s not in just now, would you like to wait for him?”
“It’s his birthday, George, so I’m planning to surprise him. He thinks I’m stuck in Edinburgh until tomorrow, and intends to get pissed down the pub with his mates. Doesn’t know I’ve gotten match day tickets for them instead.”
“Well then you better head on up and wait for him, he’ll not want to miss a thing like that!”
“Thanks George. And please don’t mention it, yeah?”
“Have fun, Kate. And give Rory my best birthday wishes.”
He does know my name. And then, why shouldn’t he? I suppose his job is to remember names. To cater to the endless whims of the terribly spoilt, wealthy people he encounters every day, and to do so with a personal touch. Of course he remembers my name? I’m the fiancee of perhaps his most important resident.
This thought jars me from my stupor over George’s memory and reminds me to press the elevator button for the penthouse. The car smoothly begins to whisk me to the top of the building.
I moved into Rory’s place about 10 months ago, after we’d gotten engaged. I was quite happy to be out of my flat, and away from my slob of a best friend Liz. I love her dearly. But I’d rather be on benefits than live with her again.
Rory’s flat is unreasonably gorgeous. The four bedroom penthouse in lovely new modern building overlooking the Thames and Chelsea Harbor. It was something out of those terrible reality home shows where the wife is a kindergarten teacher, and the husband hangs potatoes in the garage. They’d just like a modest flat. On a meager budget of thirty-four million dollars.
This is not a modest flat. It’s enormous. And I’ve set before myself the lofty goal of making Rory cum in every single room it has this weekend. Happy birthday, indeed. I should mention there are no match day tickets. I hope poor George isn’t disappointed.
After a pint to calm my nerves, I slip out of my clothes and into something very comfortable. Knee-high knit socks, a very thin babydoll t-shirt, and nothing else.
Rory is very much out of my league. Tall, dark, handsome, and very well to do, he could have any woman he wanted. He opted for a short, stout, freckled little red head with a huge ass. Why I’ll never know. But even I think I look smoking hot in some long socks and a baby doll.
I decide to wait for him in bed. He’ll come home and find me very ready and very willing when he goes to change out of his work clothes, and his weekend of pleasure will begin. I’ve been thinking about his cum all day. My pussy melts thinking about the feeling of his cock as it spurts… the pulsing muscles in his groin as he propels stream after stream of hot, sticky cum… all because I brought him to ecstasy…
Laying naked, with a familiar dampness between my legs from daydreaming about Rory’s cum, I dawdle mindlessly on my smartphone. Just then, the smooth electronic lock engages on the front door. He’s arrived at home, but he’s not alone. I can hear Rory and a voice I don’t recognize speaking in hushed tones. A male voice. And I’m just laying here naked.
I scramble to the closet and shut the door while fumbling for the light. I hadn’t even considered he would bring a friend over. Why shouldn’t he? While the cat’s away, the mice will probably play video games. There was an awful lot of beer in the refrigerator. Poor guy planned on playing games and drinking all night for his birthday while his loving fiancee is in the north on business. Now I’ll have to delay my plans while we entertain his loyal friend. As I’m pulling off my shirt, I notice the complete absence of any noise. No banter. No laughing. Just an occasional, faint ringing sound from the next room that I can’t quite place.
Slowly, i open the door to the closet and peek around the bedroom and find it as empty as I left it. Opening the door a bit further, I notice movement in the floor mirror. From just outside the closet, I can see one of Rory’s co-workers standing in the main room, trousers around his ankles. I know now that the faint ringing is the prong of his buckle tapping the frame every so often as it waves in the air.
And my Rory is on his knees, sucking that boy’s cock.
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We’ve talked about his urge to give head before, but I never dreamt he would really do it, let alone without me. Now my love was giving this boy head right before my eyes. His technique was impressive. Solid grip on the base of his shaft with thumb and forefinger, bobbing his head slowly up and down on a lovely prick.
I had met this friend once ‘round the pub some months back, though I can’t remember his name. He’s a good looking lad; tall, clean-shaven, well built, ginger. I’ve masturbated thinking about him once or twice. I have a thing for gingers. Now he’s standing in my living room — slowly, methodically grinding his hips as he gently fucks my fiancee’s face with his beautiful dick. I can’t see Rory’s cock, but I can tell from the way his left arm is moving that he’s touching it.
Just then, Rory stands up, and they move out of the view of the mirror! Come back! I’m not done watching my little cockslut suck off my ginger crush!
I hear them both climb onto the couch, and then silence. Every so often, I hear the slurping of spit on a rock hard dick, but I can’t know who those parts belong to. Is Rory still sucking that boy off? Or have they moved the other way ‘round? The ginger boy is doing my job for me. I should be sucking that cock on that couch.
I decide that cumming in that room just then won’t count toward my weekend of fun.
A low, guttural moan wafts into the bedroom, and I know it’s Rory. The ginger boy must give good head, he rarely makes that sound for me. It’s a demure, almost feminine sound. I know that it’s my fiancee, that much is sure, but not like iIve ever heard him before. His moaning continues, rhythmically. What in the world is going on in there?
Whatever I’m hearing, I’m feeling that familiar warmth and tingle in my girlie parts. The kind a girl gets when she’s been teased just as long as she needs, and she wants something inside her *now*. My hand long ago drifted down to my clit, but I need a cock to fill me up. Rory’s, ideally… but the ginger boy has a nice, big cock I’d like to try first.
I hear a new sound now, muffled by Rory’s cries of pleasure. It’s the bad spring in our couch. Twenty thousand quid for a sofa, and a year on it makes noise. Would you believe? And this time, it’s making noise in time with Rory’s whimpers and moans. The pace and rhythm suggests thrusting, and the sound Rory is making…
… is the same sound he makes when I milk his prostate. Rory is letting that ginger boy fuck him.
My finger slipped into my cunt as I bit my lip to remain silent.
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The ginger boy lets out a low moan as his pace increases. The man I love, the man I plan to marry, is taking this boy’s cock, and by the sound of it they’re both enjoying themselves As I work my cunt, I decide I need to peek around the corner and steal a glance. I don’t know what I’ll do if I’m caught, but I decide it’s worth the risk.
As soon as they’re in view, I freeze. Rory is bent over, gripping the back of the sofa while his friend slides his cock into him from behind with long, deep, solid strokes. The kind of strokes I love Rory to fuck me with. The kind that let me feel the ridge of his head tease my inner labia before he plunges back into me as far as he can go. God, I love it when he does that. But he never lasts long. The ginger boy seems to have some stamina.
Rory’s balls are tightened against his taint, and his rock-hard cock is bouncing up and down beneath him with each thrust; leaking the longest, thickest stream of precum I’ve ever seen.
Just then I notice the ginger isn’t wearing a condom.
In my fixation on all the cock in this scene, I didn’t notice Rory had seen me. We lock eyes as he begins to howl in pleasure. The ginger boy was deep inside him now, grinding into his prostate with his glorious cock, and my Rory was clearly on the verge of his orgasm. I watch him being fucked like he fucks me, mouthing “i love you” to me between moans.
I decide to make myself known. I stand up from my hiding spot, walk over, and gently cup the ginger boy’s firm, fuzzy ass cheek. He jumps, but quickly recognizes me and relaxes as I lean in to kiss him. His lips are soft, and his breath tastes like Rory’s cock — my favorite flavor. I twirl my tongue around his as he drives his cock into my fiancee, making out with him to the music of Rory’s moaning.
Our guest at ease, I turn my attention to the birthday boy. I sit down on the couch next to him, and open my legs to give his ginger boy toy a view of my naked body, and my dripping cunt. Rory prefers my pussy a bit hairy, and it seems my new friend doesn’t mind.
I lean into Rory, and kiss him deeply as he moans into my mouth.
“Does that cock feel good inside you, baby?” I ask him
He can barely utter “yes” at more than an exasperated whisper.
I stroke his hair as he leans in to suck on my tits, doing his best to keep them in his mouth as the ginger pounds his ass with his powerful dick.
In a thick, Yorkshire accent, the ginger boy warns us both he’s gonna cum.
“Do you want him to cum inside you, baby?” I ask my future husband, loud enough for his friend to hear.
He manages a “yes please” in between whimpers, and I kiss him deeply. Seconds later the ginger boy erupts into his asshole, filling him with sticky cum as he grunts his satisfaction. I break my kiss with Rory to get up and kiss our friend as he withdraws his cock from my fiancee.
“Kate”, I offer.
“Ian”, he replies.
I direct him to the bathroom to clean up, and tell Rory not to move a muscle. There’s still an impressive puddle of precum on our sofa, but he’s not yet had his turn. As I hear the shower run, I grab our buttplug from the bedroom, and fill Rory back up with it, making sure he won’t spill even a drop of his boyfriend’s cum. He turns around and sits next to me, and begins to speak…
“I, I’m sorry… I di—“
I stop him mid-sentence with a kiss.
“We’ll talk later.”
I continue kissing him as my hands find their way down to his tight balls. I push on his plug a bit and he whimpers into my mouth. We continue making out as I tease and tickle his balls with my fingertips, working my way up to the tip of his cock. I take a sizable drop of precum from the head of his dick, and place it on his tongue before kissing him deeply again as I lightly stroke his nearly purple cock, and we share the taste of his precum in our mouths.
“Do you like being full of that ginger boy’s cum, baby?” I ask.
“Yes, baby.”
“Good boy. Now I want your cum. And you’re going to give it to me while you tell me all about how much you enjoyed the feeling of a cock pulsing inside you.”
He let out a loud moan as I took his cock into my mouth, and began to nudge his cum-plug. Just then, I noticed that I’d been grinding my cunt on the edge of the couch, and it was soaked.
I still needed cock. And while I had intended to make this weekend about Rory, that was before a gorgeous ginger boy with a nice dick fucked my fiancee on our couch. Now my new goal is to make each of them cum in every room of this enormous flat. And for as much of that cum as possible to be inside me.
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This is the nicest shower I’ve ever used. Perfect temperature. I’d have me a nap right here. God I came hard. Fucking a bloke was quite nice… much nicer than I’d have thought. Not so nice as the bird that’s turned up in his flat, though. I wonder if she fancies a shag? She’s a lovely arse, a good kisser. With a hairy minge, like a proper bird. I’d love me a taste of that pie. I bet Rory is already giving it to her. I’d like to suck his todger again after he’s done inside her…
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“Oh… oh… oh… OH! Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
I love it when he eats my pussy. On the right day, I cum so, so hard. And the day I ask him to eat me after watching a nice ginger cock fuck his ass is one of those days.
Coming out of my fog, I see Ian has returned from the shower with only a towel around his waist, barely hiding a hard on. I motion for him to come over, and pull on his towel to see what he’s concealing.
I could never tell Rory this, but Ian’s cock is the nicest I’ve ever seen in person. He’s good bit bigger than Rory, slightly longer and very, very thick, with a shapely head. As I lick and kiss his prick, it occurs to me that it might be a challenge to suck this cock… is my fiancee a better cocksucker than I am?
The thought of my man servicing this ginger made my cunt tingle again.
Rory sat a few feet away watching me suck try his friend, his cock as purple as ever. I didn’t let Rory finish when I sucked him, I only teased and edged him to build the growing load in his balls. No doubt his insides ached for release at this point, but i need him to flood my cunt with an enormous load of his cum. Keeping him on edge was the best way to make my wish come true.
Giving a blow job is one of my favorite things. I love to know I’m pleasing the man attached to the dick in my mouth. I love to feel him buck his hips, and taste the precum that I’m making him leak onto my tongue. Ian was no exception. His cock tasted lovely, even with the slight hint of soap from his shower. The soft, velvet head would give a satisfying drop of salty reward with just the right squeeze, and his trim hair made licking up and down his balls, shaft, and taint delicious fun. I want him to cum. But I want that cum in my pussy. I want to feel this lovely cock stretching me, stretching me like Rory can’t.
I want Ian to fill me with his load. And then I want Rory to double (or triple) that load.
As I let Ian’s cock flop out of my mouth, I turn over and assume the position my fiancee was in as this ginger pounded his prostate; my ass in the air as I grip the back of the couch. I love the vulnerable feeling i get from this position… my asshole and pussy exposed to the open air, not being able to quite turn to see what’s about to happen to me… leaving myself open to be used and discarded for anyone’s pleasure.
Then I felt it.
Ian wasted no time rubbing that velvet head of his cock on my gaping twat. He was cruelly teasing me with it, running it from the end of my labia up over my swollen clit, dragging it through my lips to the so, so sensitive area between my holes, and back again. I let a moan escape my lips that surely betrayed my longing. I’ve been waiting all evening for a cock to slide into my little pussy, and he was making me wait even longer.
Just then he slipped only the head of his cock inside my lips, and stopped. Letting me feel his girth. Anticipate his length. And just as soon as he had slid into me, I felt the ridge of his head popping out of my cunt, and he resumed teasing me. I am going to cry I want it so badly.
Then he did it again.
And again.
The forth time, he begins to pull out then mercifully stops just before leaving me empty, then slowly and deliberately slides into me to the hilt.
I make a noise I’m sure I’ve never made for Rory, and I could tell by the look on his face that he was jealous. But I couldn’t help it. Right now, this perfect ginger cock owns my pussy.
Rory stops stroking his long-since purple dick, and walks over behind the couch, placing his dick at eye-level. Just as I open my mouth to receive it (I’ve been wanting to be fucked in both holes for so long), he drops to his knees and takes my head in his hands. Stroking my short, curly hair behind my head, he kisses me deeply, then works his way to nibble on my ear lobe.
“You look so beautiful while you’re being fucked, Katie. Does he feel good inside you, pretty girl?”
He looks at me intensely with his dark, smoldering gaze and I can’t even respond to him, I just nod yes.
God, Ian’s cock feels *so* good.
He’s been fucking me slowly and methodically since he gave me the whole of his shaft. Steadily out to the edge, and all the way back in again. I’d read about the “a-spot” in all of those trashy market rags you find at the till, but I’d never really given it any thought. But this amazing dick inside me is hitting the spot just above and behind my cervix in a way I’ve never felt before, and it’s as good as they say. I can’t even form a cohesive thought outside of how well I’m being fucked. I begin to get that familiar welling just behind my belly button, and I know I’m going to cum, but this one is different. It’s so much stronger than I’m used to, almost to the point of being totally overwhelming. I have to make sure he doesn’t stop.
“Fuck… me… oh god Ian, yes, fuck me…”
Rory continues to cradle my head in his hands in the most loving way ever. His fiancee is being fucked better than she ever has in her life — by someone other than him — and he still loves her. How?
Then, it starts. Building, and building, until it overtakes me. My entire body tenses as I feel it radiate from the deepest part of my womb, and i leave consciousness for a brief moment as the most intense orgasm of my life supplants all normal sensation, turning my body into a lightning rod. The feeling of Ian’s enormous cock filling my cunt, his balls slapping my electric clit, Rory’s fingers on my nipple, his mouth on my neck, are all too much for my brain to comprehend. I utter sounds I’ve never made before. I’m truly ecstatic.
As my orgasm slowly begins to fade, Ian continues to fuck me, and I can feel another tingle starting to coalesce. I ask him to stop for a moment, and I feel every bump on the entire length of his wonderful prick as he withdraws.
I need a moment. And in that moment i become acutely aware that I’ve just given myself over to another man while the love of my life watched, and I feel instantly guilty. As I gather myself, I return his affection, and try to make amends for my actions.
“Will you fill me with your cum, baby?” I ask him.
He leads me to the bedroom, where he lays on his back and beckons me to climb on top of him. He likes to be on the bottom; says he can see all of me and it makes him cum hard.
I’m happy to oblige.
I climb onto him and slide his cock into my soaking wet honeypot. Between my slickness and Ian’s girth, I can hardly feel his cock inside me. I worry my pussy won’t be tight enough to get him off. Hopefully he’s so close to the edge it won’t matter.
Steadying myself on his chest, I gaze lovingly down on him, trying my best to reassure my commitment to him. I love this boy, but his friend’s cock… Jesus.
He cups my tits as I grind on his prick, running his hands down my thick body to my hips, gripping them where my hip cleavage forms. He’s driving his dick as far into me as he can, and I can tell that he’s ready to explode.
There’s going to be so much cum. Rory always make the biggest loads for me, and I love that so much. But after all the teasing he’s had today, this one will be something special.
I reach back behind me and tickle his balls, reaching a bit further to grind his buttplug into him. He utters a long involuntary moan. The reminder that this boy inside me also has a warm load inside him makes my pussy tingle again, and I’m very ready for another orgasm.
Suddenly, I feel a third hand on my shoulder pushing me down, closer to Rory. I take this opportunity to kiss him deeply. “I love you” he tells me.
I become acutely aware of Ian behind me, forcing me to bend over. He withdraws Rory from my cunt, and replaces him with his own glorious cock. Fuck that feels so much better. So full. The cock I never knew I’ve always wanted.
Ian thrusts inside me for a moment, and then pulls out. I feel Rory at the opening to my womb and I push back onto him. He moans as we kiss. After a few moments of grinding on his swollen rod, it’s taken from me again, and I feel a ginger cock take it’s place. This continues for a bit until I feel a new sensation. Ian has gripped both cocks together as one, and started slowly pushing them into my cunt.
There’s no way I can take them both. Ian is too big. Rory isn’t small either. There’s no way.
Slowly, my womb stretches to accommodate these boys. These lovely boys who are more focused on pleasing me than they are themselves or each other. Ian has managed to get their pricks into me at the same time, and I begin to rock to-and-fro onto them, each motion putting them deeper into me. I’ve never, ever felt so full. So warm. It feels better than I could have imagined, and they’ve barely entered me.
Once they’ve found their way into the deepest parts of my cunt, their cocks are so soaked from my pussy that it’s difficult to keep them inside. We eventually settle into position with Rory holding still, and Ian fucking me as I gently rock back and forth to meet his thrusts. I’m being fucked by two men at the same time. My pussy is more full than it’s ever been, and it’s lovely. I’ve been in a pre-orgasmic haze for the last several minutes. I don’t know who I am, where I am, or anything beyond this mass of sex we’ve created. Skin on skin, cock on cock, all inside a warm, moist, inviting cunt. Soon, there will be a giant mess of fluids everywhere. The liquid evidence of our mutual gratification. But now, I am full and fulfilled.
Rory is first. His arms wrapped tightly around my body, clinging to me as he kisses my neck and ears, and whispers to me: “I’m gonna make a mess inside you, Katie.”
I know that the sensation of my cunt wrapped around his dick coupled with the head of his friends cock gliding over the tip of his own is about to send him over the edge.
“Yes please, baby.” I tell him.
Then I feel it. The pulsing. God, the pulsing. The unmistakable feeling of a man’s PC muscles shooting his load into my cunt. He’s giving me his seed, deep in my womb, just as I wanted.
“Ahhhhh, AHH!” he exclaims as an orgasm every bit as intense as he’s ever had consumes him. The little death, indeed.
Rory’s orgasm starts the process of my own. The pre-orgasmic sensation I’ve felt as the boys stretch my cunt begins to take shape as I feel my fiancee pulse inside my pussy, and I’m quick to let them know how close I am.
With this, Ian’s thrusting changes. I feel the familiar sensation of cum-as-lube as Rory’s gigantic load begins to engulf his cock inside me, and run out of my pussy, down my thighs. Rory slips out of me as he begins to go soft, leaving only Ian’s dick left to send me over the edge.
Just when I didn’t think I could love this ginger boy’s cock any more, he grabs both of my shoulders and begins to drive harder into me, and my fiancées giant load, making the unmistakable sound of a cummy pussy being fucked. A giant load that began with Ian sucking Rory’s cock, and grew larger as he pounded it out of Rory’s prostate. I’m again reminded of the fact that Rory just filled my cunt with cum, all the while a plug in his own full ass.
My love is full of his friend’s cum.
I’m full of my love’s cum.
I’m also full of his friend.
This is enough to push me over the brink, and I being to clamp down on Ian’s dick. Frantically, he begins to tell me he’s going to cum, and starts to pull out.
Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.
I reach behind the best I can and pull him into me as I begin to cum again, and as I do, I feel it.
That feeling.
The pulsing of his cock as he fills me with his seed. I’m transported again, this time even more intense than the last. Somehow aware that this ginger boy is filling me with his cum. Without protection. The thought intensifies my orgasm ten-fold. I’ve never felt so good.
“Oh god, don’t stop. Please cum inside me!”
He doesn’t stop, and continues to flood me with my second load of the day. My reward for being a good girl.
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Some time later, I come to. I have no idea how long I’ve been out, but it can’t have been long. I think I might have actually passed out from orgasm. Laying on my side, I’m alone in the bed. I allow myself to drift in and out of sleep, still reeling from my experience.
One room down, eight to go.
Oh, fuck. I’ve been a terrible girlfriend, fiancee, partner, whatever. I gave into my most primal urges for Ian’s dick, and I’m certain I’ve hurt Rory in the process. I never meant to. It’s just such a great fucking dick. The two best orgasms I’ve ever had in my life came at the mercy of that glorious cock. But I love Rory. Christ, what have I done? I let Ian cum inside me without a condom. What if I’m pregnant?
Just then, I feel someone kissing and licking my thighs. They’re utterly soaked with cum. Ian’s, Rory’s, my own… and now there’s a tongue licking them, moving slowly toward my sex.
I open my eyes just long enough to see my fiancée, lovingly cleaning me up.
God I love this man.
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