My girlfriend Anya and I are out in the local night club after a long session of drinks with all my friends, dancing to each song like it’s the best we’ve ever heard. It’s been a hard slog through third year. It’s as bittersweet an end to this part of our lives as it is sudden. Something different is in the air. A desperation to cling to youth or lack of responsibility or… well. Who knows?
Neither of us are really drunk, just the right level. The twilight zone. My mates are out in full force to varying degrees of intoxication, showing off varying degrees of bad dancing. Anya says she wants a drink and paces to the bar. “Meet me there,” she whispers into my ear, biting it a little with a cheeky smile. Her hand lingers on my chest, then draws away. I grin back- how could I not when my girlfriend is so seductive? She has that figure every girl wants these days- big round hips with a round ass and gorgeous D cups. It doesn’t hurt that she’s wearing a tight, shiny little bodycon and a red bandeau; I’ve been fighting guys trying to hit on her all night and it’ll soon be time to claim my reward. Still, with a body like that I can’t help but feel greedy keeping her all to myself.
I pull a friend in and tell him the situation, then gander over to the bar. Some guy is already trying to swerve in behind Anya to get a word in. I barge him out the way and he yelps his protests. I look at him for a second and he slinks off. “Didn’t think so.”
“My knight in shining armour,” she giggles. I kiss her softly, an arm slipping around her tiny waist. It feels so good in my hands.
“Come to rescue the helpless princess.”
“Mm, how could I ever repay you?” She slides a hand down my chest. It creeps lower and lower, cupping my growing bulge as mock surprise plasters her face.
“Now that’s not very princessy, is it?”
“I’m not a very good princess,” Anya says. “Always sneaking out with the common boys you see.”
“They must have loved that.” The little role play is brief and fun.
“Maybe they did.” She lingers for a kiss as my hands slide sleek over the bodycon, but pulls away a hair breadth from my lips. The bartender appears and she turns to order a drink, then I order mine.
Doubles go down like water. More dancing in my cramped hometown nightclub. Who wouldn’t love it with everyone out? It’s not quite the booming nightlife of our university’s city, but it sure is fun seeing people I haven’t in years. The pandemic has come to an end. Time to make up all that social time lost.
It feels like everyone in the room is someone we know. A mate of mine and his girl battle over the words to each song in a couples’ karaoke. Another two wingman each other for some girls at the bar.
It’s been great, but I can tell it’s the perfect time to leave: before everyone else does and things die down. Go out with a bang, right? Besides, Anya’s intentions are quite clear and I have no complaints. I let them know we’re leaving, shouting over the music. They beg us to stay but there’s no changing my mind. We step out into the night. I send a quick text as Anya adjusts her impractical outfit, pulling on my shirt. Good thing I brought a tee underneath. “It’s freezing, can we go already?”
I look up with a grin and stuff my phone away. “Yeah, of course baby. Fuck, how do you look so good even with my shirt on?”
“Because I still have this,” She wiggles her hips and startles as I smack her lightly from behind. “Very naughty.”
“Well, don’t tempt me next time and wear something warm. A nice knitted woolly jumper, how about that?”
“Perfect clubwear. Really, I don’t know why girls haven’t thought of that before.” Perfect teeth flash in the sodium orange street light.
We get back to the house, but not before kissing on every street, stray hands roaming down tight clothes. We creep up, get to the room, and I immediately throw Anya onto the bed. She looks up with a mixture half fear, half excitement, then averts her eyes quickly as I growl. I pad onto the bed on all fours, kissing up her smooth, pale torso, up to her neck, and bite down into her shoulder. Hard. She’s pinned in place.
She gives a little noise to signal submission. “Don’t even try fighting back,” I growl again. The bandeau comes off and her body quivers under my touch. Her boobs rest big and heavy on her chest, begging for attention. “Let’s try something a little different.” I take my belt off quickly and tie up her hands.
“What are you doing?” Anya struggles lightly, but soon she’s unable to do anything more than wriggle. I take off my tight, black shirt and tie it around her eyes so she can’t see. Finally, I rip off her underwear and stuff it in her mouth as a gag.
“Much better.” A muffled noise sounds out as she struggles. Her breath comes short and fast. I slide my hand under the tight little latex bodycon and feel that she’s soaked. Her legs strain and buck to meet the pressure. “You really love being tied up?” The bucking gets faster, answering my question. “Well, don’t get ahead of yourself. Who said I was going to fuck you straight away? Wait here like a good girl.” I slide down and kiss her, then leave. A moan signals the shutting of the door.
Anya is left quivering, tied up and not knowing when I’ll return. The anticipation of being filled by my dick is too much, almost unbearable. I’m decently endowed at eight inches- more than enough to fill her entirely with room left to force a scream if I’m feeling rough.
Eventually, the door clicks closed as I lock it again. “You’ve been waiting patiently, so it’s time for your reward.” More muffled noises. She feels a hand brushing up the curve of her hips, up her tiny waist, and coming to rest on her breasts. Rough fingers play and tease. My girlfriend moans as my dick pushes in slow, filling her deep. It feels so thick, so big she can’t breathe for a moment. “How’s that reward?” A groaned confirmation sounds through the gag and she squirms as the rhythm picks up. Each stroke runs the full length, then pounds back in with frantic, animalistic force. Her moans follow every one, coming to a crescendo as the thrusts get faster and harder.
“This is your real reward.” The blindfold and gag come off. It isn’t my dick inside Anya, but my friend John’s. Her shocked expression only reflects his primal desire to take her. I’m standing behind him, watching him stroke his dick as it pulses. We’re both transfixed by it. It’s huge: a little shorter than mine maybe, but thick. She stares in awe, watching it gently lift up and down, rock hard and desperate to feel her again, glistening with her cum.
“What the fuck is this!?” She tries to sound defiant, but it’s difficult to keep the softness from her voice. Jonh’s dick leaps up again, enjoying the situation. It would be so easy to pull back inside… to feel it stretch her out again. I see her shake the thoughts away. Anger is back. “This isn’t what… you can’t just pull this kind of shit on me without asking!”
“You were enjoying it, weren’t you?”
She looks away from both of us, bashful. “I, but…” I pin down her arms and she gives a cute little gasp.
“Besides, what can you do to stop either of us? Even if you were resisting you couldn’t do anything. Helpless.” Anya struggles a little, but her arms barely shift under mine.
“That’s more like it,” John growls. He wrenches her legs apart and looks down with concentrated lust. “Now put me back inside so I can fuck you again.”
Anya hesitates, looking at me. I command her to do it. Slowly, uncertain, she reaches down and rest her hand onto John’s huge dick. I can feel myself harder than I’ve ever been; my breathing quickens as she pulls his dick against herself. “You d-don’t mind?” She stares at both of us submissively. I can tell Anya can’t help but want it, to feel both of us dominating her, to please both of us. She can see how much both of us want you too.
“Beg for it,” I tell her.
She whimpers and bucks closer, searching for the dick, for anything. “Please, please let him fuck me. I’ll be a good girl, I swear. P-Please let him put his big dick inside me. I, I…”
“Do you need it?” She nods and edges closer. His tip parts her lips and she gasps with pleasure. With that, I guide his hips closer and push him in all the way.
Anya’s eyes glaze over in bliss as John’s thick cock fills her up. He grunts as she grips tight, then begins to thrust again. The feeling of a sexy woman laid bare and helpless, wrapped around his dick, sends him into a frenzy. I drive his hips and force him all the way in and out, dictating the pace. Anya’s moans get louder as I let him grab her hips and pull her hard onto his dick. Both of our hands touch her all over- teasing nipples and groping at that slim waist. I come around and choke my girlfriend as she takes the other man’s dick. I kiss her rough as she cums for the first time of many, juddering under my hand. When I pull away, she’s looking up, mouth wide open, eyebrows slanted in pure submissive euphoria. “How does it feel?”
“I… I…” John keeps pounding, getting faster in the slippery mess the two of them made together. She can’t speak.
“That good, huh?”
John still isn’t satisfied. He flips Anya around and yanks at her hips until she slide onto his dick again. “You really like his big dick filling you up?” I ask, unzipping my trousers.
She can barely think. Where there was bashful intimidation, there is now the thoughtlessness of a woman reduced to enjoying basic human pleasure. “A-A-Amaze—” I shove my dick into her mouth and let John’s forceful thrusts push your throat down my length.
Anya squirms and writhes, rocked by an orgasm greater than the last as my dick slides down her hungry throat. Feeling our rough hands roam desperately over her body pushes her into a slutiness she didn’t know she was capable of. Feeling us pumping our hips in primal dominance sends bolts of intensity blasting through her every fibre. She can’t help but cum long and hard on the other’s dick, leaving a slippery mess.
“*Fuck* that pussy’s tight.” John grunts loud as her own tightness brings him to finish. He lifts up my girlfriend’s legs and rams them back against her shoulders. With a deep snarl, he gives a final, hard thrust, grabbing her jaw and forcing her head back into the bed to look at me. I watch the base of his dick pulse, and with each pulse she moans louder.
“C-C-Cumming. He-he’s…” Waves of cum fill her deep, spilling out onto her legs and dripping down onto the sheets. He pulls out and collapses by her. They’re both panting.
“That was, that was…” She looks at me with incredulity.
It’s my turn. I watch as Anya recovers from the vestiges of countless orgasms, moaning softly. She yelps as I leap on top of her and pin her down. “Now ask me to fuck you like a good little whore.”
She whimpers a little plea. “So… tired. Let me catch me…” Despite her protests, her legs open again automatically. Even her body is submitting against her will now.
“Good girl,” I praise. I close my hand around her tiny throat and squeeze as I push in, pulling her whole body onto my dick with force. A mixture of John’s and her cum coats me as I slide in with no resistance, filling the gap he left behind. She screams with pleasure as I push in entirely. It feels like I’m melting inside. Anya’s eyes roll back.
“Fuck, you really are turned on. You made a big mess on John’s dick, didn’t you?”
“P-Please. F-F-F…” She can barely formulate sentences. I choke my little slut as I start thrusting, lifting her legs up and holding them in place with my other hand. I’m going deeper than John could and she orgasms again on my cock as it searches for her deepest spot.
“You love being stretched out by two big dicks, just admit it.”
“I… l-love it.” Anya’s voice is high and staccato from each pump.
My thumb forces her mouth open and I order John to go round to her head. “You need to clean him up.”
“Y-Yes. Anything.” She opens her mouth, desperate for the chance to suck another dick. It slaps onto her cheek and she turns to swallow whatever is given. She’s trapped between us, taking two men inside again.
“She’s a good fuck,” John grins, looking up at me.
“Feels good reclaiming my naughty little slut. Good job on fucking her properly. It’s good to see her training has worked.”
“I…I was good g-girl,” she moans. I can feel that I’m at my limit and the silky mess soon sends me over the edge. I let out a growl and bite down hard on Anya’s neck as I fill her with a second load of thick cum. It shoots deep and warm and she lies there, exhausted, taking it all in. They both watch me pump one last time, then pull out. She lies there, exhausted, reclaimed, as John and I stand over her. We’re so big in comparison.
“D-Did I do… w-well?” she asks.
I stroke your hair and bring John closer. “You did a really well pleasing us for now.”
“For now…?”
“You think we’re finished with you? This is only the start of the night. We have to properly use you, understand?” Her eyes are out of focus and her head feels fuzzy; she can barely comprehend it. I roughly turn Anya around and John grabs those wide hips again. She can’t think, but when a dick is presented she automatically please it, no matter who it comes from.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gv9fmh/my_girlfriend_my_friend_and_i_mfm_hotwifing
Really hot story
This is so erotic