Niamh typically hated first dates. Her multiethnic heritage invariably led to a “so what are you?” line of questioning. She always wanted to answer “tired of that fucking question” but instead she opted to be polite and explained her mother was Irish and Korean and her father was Iranian and Guatemalan. Her name was spelled the old Irish way (after her maternal grandmother) and was pronounced like “Nieve.” This always led to what guys thought was a compliment, “well aren’t you exotic.” Yeah, growing up in Northern California, real fucking exotic. Of course that was the guys who actually took an interest in her, instead of droning on with such misplaced pride about whatever the fuck it was they did for a living.
Jackson was different. He asked her about things she cared about and downplayed his career. “Work is all very boring but it’s a means to an end to get to eat at places like this,” he said at dinner. Truly it was the nicest restaurant Niamh had ever been brought to on a date. The first possible red flag (well besides having a last name for a first name, but that wasn’t his fault) was that he ordered for her. What kind of bullshit power move was that? The red flag gave way to fireworks when the food arrived though. It was the most delicious god damn thing she ever tasted. He was cute too. The way he looked at her felt like he was gazing right into her soul. He made it clear that he thought she was beautiful without it being part of any ethnic fetish.
“Come back to my place,” he said after she finished the most decadent chocolate mousse capping off the most intensely satisfying meal of her life. When she had first seen him she had already decided she was going to fuck him if he wasn’t a total jerk. (It had been a few weeks since she’d been laid.) He hadn’t been at all. But she wasn’t sure about being told instead of asked. But she still absolutely knew she was going to say yes. As soon as they got into his house he unzipped her dress and she let it fall to the floor. He told her to leave her heels on. She had been looking forward to kicking them off but she did as he said. Something about the way he told her to do things made her want to do them.
Jackson’s cock was average length (around six inches). A bit thicker than average but nothing to write home about. Oh well, can’t win ‘em all, Niamh thought. She still took it in her mouth enthusiastically and when he came she swallowed every last drop. Even if the size was average, his skill with it was extraordinary. She had asked him if he wanted to put on a condom. He said “no.” With most men that would be a dealbreaker, especially on the first date, but she needed to feel him inside her. He already had a power over her that she didn’t yet understand. She gave off a symphony of gasps, moans, and towards the end outright screams as he fucked her. She felt him explode inside her. She knew she should be worried about pregnancy but she just didn’t care. Then he turned her over. He was still hard and ready to go again. Niamh was 22 and ever since she had lost her virginity in high school every single boyfriend or one night stand she had been with had wanted to fuck her in the ass. She didn’t see the appeal and had always turned them down. Now Jackson was going where no man had gone before and she loved it. She spent the night at Jackson’s and in the morning he had her mouth, cunt, and ass again.
The date turned into a relationship. They ate at amazing restaurants. They saw movies, though half the time she would suck his dick in the theater instead of watching the movie. On their fifth date, in the middle of a screaming orgasm she screamed out “I love you!” He had stopped and looked her in the eyes. He asked if she meant it. She was worried she was scaring him off but decided to be honest and said “yes.” He grabbed her face and said “if you really love me, then you’re mine. Say it, but only if you mean it.” Without hesitation, she said “I’m yours.” He thrust into her and filled her with his cum.
Since they had transitioned from “just having fun” to an actual relationship, Niamh wanted to get to know Jackson’s life a little more so they decided to have a few of his friends over. The first to arrive at his apartment was Victor.
“Jax, you son of a bitch, good to see you!” Vic exclaimed.
“Vic, you bastard, who let you in here?” Jackson asked jokingly. Niamh guessed they were those kinds of friends that teased each other a lot.
Vic looked Niamh up and down. “So this is the new girlfriend? Fucking gorgeous, what’s she doing with a loser like you?”
“Taking care of my cock morning, noon, and night,” Jackson answered. Niamh was shocked he talked about their sex life so openly. She blushed, feeling embarrassed but also slightly aroused.
“Well, I’d like to see that,” Vic said as he undid his fly and pulled out a hard ten inch cock.
Niamh’s eyes went wide. What the fuck was happening? She looked at Jackson, who just vaguely gestured at Vic’s crotch.
“Come on, now, sweetie, I didn’t bring it out just for the fresh air,” Vic said.
“Babe, you’re embarrassing me. Show Vic what you can do.” Jackson said.
Niamh was floored. What the fuck?!? Jackson and Vic were both getting impatient. She stared at the cock, so much larger than her boyfriend’s. She looked back at Jackson, his eyes piercing her soul. Without words he was telling her to blow Vic, telling her she wanted to blow Vic. And fuck he was right. She got down on her knees and Vic grabbed her by the hair. She would have eased Vic’s monster shlong down her throat but Vic roughly shoved it in. Niamh gagged. Tears came to her eyes… but part of her loved it. Mostly she loved that she could feel Jackson’s eyes on her. She had to be a good girl for him. Vic came down her throat and Niamh swallowed. Like a good girl.
Jackson’s friends Mike and Olly arrived not long after with their wives Jillian and Riley. It didn’t matter that their wives were right there, Mike and Ollie double teamed Niamh right in front of them, under Jackson’s approving gaze. Mike and Olly were nine and eleven inches, respectively. Were all of Jackson’s friends so hung? After they both came inside Niamh, she had a bit of a break. Jillian and Riley explained that whenever the guys got together the hostess was always free use. Usually she would get a heads up, but Jackson preferred to spring it on his girlfriend’s to see who was worth keeping around.
“Mike and I are pretty much monogamous so these parties are always such a treat for us,” Jillian said.
“Oh all it took was one party for me to become a full-on hot wife!” Riley laughed. “Half the men I meet I fuck right in front of Olly’s cuck face!”
“Which reminds me…” Jillian hiked her skirt up, exposing her shaved twat. “It’s not just the boys you have to service.” She grabbed Niamh by the hair and got her into position. Niamh didn’t hesitate to lick Jillian’s sweet bald pussy. Moments later she felt Riley’s tongue in her ass and then fingers in her cunt.
After Jillian orgasmed and Niamh squirted on Riley’s face, Jackson walked over to Niamh and stripped her naked.
“Well guys, what you say? Is she a keeper?”
The guys all chorused “Yes!”
“Then you know what to do!”
Massive cocks descended upon Niamh. She looked to Jackson. Jillian was sucking his dick while Riley licked her balls and fingered his ass. Mike was the first to take Niamh’s ass. Vic and Olly put theirs next to Niamh’s face and she knew it was her duty to suck and stroke them to keep them hard until it was their turn. After a few minutes Mike pulled out and came all over Niamh’s face and tits. She made a move to lick it off when Jackson’s voice said firmly: “No. wear it.”
Vic took his turn in her ass before giving her a similar glazing. Them Olly did the same. Afterwards, Jackson unloaded all over her too. Niamh understood now. She had been anointed.
Within a year, Niamh married Jackson. He fucked all her bridesmaids in front of her for the Bachelorette Party, including her 19-year-old sister. On the wedding day, all the groomsmen came in Niamh’s pussy and their seed was still dripping down her thigh under her dress when she said her vows.
As Jackson’s wife, Niamh slept with everyone he wanted her to and always dutifully returned to him.
She was a good girl.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mb7vh1/good_girl