=== **Queen** ===
“The fuck just happened?”
As soon as I woke up, I felt a sudden urge to punch Bryn in the face. I think he fucked Reyna. I can’t be sure, but I think I saw her getting absolutely railed.
It’s about evening already, late afternoon, and Bryn is nowhere to be found. Skye is laying next to me, snoring softly, and I got up to find our sheets a mess. When Skye wakes up, we’re going to have to get this shit cleaned up.
Then, I found Reyna curled up on the floor, like some bug. I looked at her face, covered in some slime. I swiped it and smelled it.
Semen!
“Bitch, get up!” I yelled at her and she bolted up on her ass.
“What? What’s happening?” She asked absentmindedly, like waking up from a dream.
“Did you fuck Bryn? Did you fuck my boyfriend!?” I demanded from her.
“You said it was fine!” She replied while rubbing the back of her neck.
“No, I did not! You didn’t ask me shit!”
“I did, and you said ‘okay’ then you went back to sleep. Ask your boyfriend… where is he anyway?”
“I don’t fucking know!”
“Kim, Kim, listen to me. That man is a beast! After he was done with Skye, he was still hard as fuck! Like stone hard! Holy – I mean, holy shit, I ain’t never been fucked that hard before, and he made me cum so hard. Like I was seeing stars and shit!”
Watching her eyes widen like a crazy person, I kinda felt… good. Like, I’m driving a Benz or something. Somehow, I’m not even mad my man fucked this girl up, and fucked her up good. I noticed her dress is sloppy and a wrinkled mess, and she noticed me looking.
“Oh yeah, he didn’t even bother undressing me. Like, just fucking took me and rammed his cock into me over, and over, and over, and over! Fuck, that *gringo* was an intense Motherfucker!”
Skye started to come around, probably disturbed by Reyna’s incoherent description. “Mmm, what’s happening? Oh, shit, my pussy is so fucking sore!”
“Get up, we need to shower. All of us,” I told them and Skye lazily got up while Reyna is already undressing herself.
“I need to borrow some clothes. He made a mess, Jesus.”
===
If we were horny, there’s no doubt that we would have been touching one another while we showered. But no, we just washed ourselves up and then dried ourselves off. No sexual touching whatsoever, aside from spreading our lips and rinsing our pussy. Reyna kind of made it known that Bryn came all over her face and she loved every second of it.
Shit, now I want him to do that to me too. I can’t decide which one I want done to me: a creampie, him filling up my mouth with his cum, or pouring it on my face.
Jesus Christ, I just realized that I’m acting like a total slut! I didn’t think of these things before! I never, not even when I started stripping and having regular clients, thought about having men cum all over my face or swallowing their jizz. I mean, I did it but I never really *thought* and mull it over before. My god, this man has totally made a slut out of me!
Skye lent us some of her clothes, and of course we picked the shorts and tank top combo. It only felt natural. No bras either.
“Listen, listen Kim. Your man, you know he didn’t even know what he was doing? When he was going to fuck me.“
I looked at her weirdly, how her eyes are all lit up and a bit on the crazy side. But I know her, she’s always been honest.
“Explain,” I simply said.
“Like, he pushed me up against the wall, right, then all of a sudden he just apologized and like he didn’t even know what he was doing.”
Skye nodded along, “I think he gets into the role playing a bit. When he was choking me, well I think he was just putting into practice what he read about, but he was doing it so well.”
I took it into consideration. I wonder if this is true. Hmm.
“Yeah, like he’ll just fuck anyone and anything, you know? You gotta watch your man, Kimmy, or else he’ll get someone pregnant.”
From what she’s saying, all I really have to do is, well, keep Bryn satisfied enough. Or, in other words, not let him go 3 weeks without sex. That sounds easy enough.
“But *dios mio* he just fucks me so hard. How am I supposed to go back to my regulars when I got a taste of *that*!?”
“Regulars?” Skye asked.
“Like Kimmy here, I have my regulars. They’re usually older guys, you know, and can barely last 5 minutes and usually stop by for a quick fuck. I can handle them fine, I’m used to them. But your man, whew *mija*, I had to beg him to stop.”
“Okay, can we stop talking about how my brother basically fucked your brains out, please?” Skye exasperatedly said, “where is he anyway?”
“Well he’s not answering,” I replied, “so he’s probably driving. That’s one of his rules.”
Then, you know, speak of the devil and he shall appear, the door opened and he called out. “Skye? Queen? Can you help?”
We walked out to the door to find him with several bags of food from fast food. “Jesus, Bryn!? That’s a lot of food!”
“I woke up and I felt, well, hungry. I didn’t want to arouse you three, so I went and procured some food for us. I am not sure what Reyna likes, so I bought a variety of food.”
We rummaged through the bags. He brought pastas, pizzas, chicken nuggets, an 8 Pc., tacos and burritos, salads and even curry!
“Why did you buy so much food?” I asked with a cocked eyebrow.
“I told you: I was hungry, and I didn’t know what type of food Reyna likes. Queen, I know you like pastas, Skye likes tacos and I like Indian.”
Reyna took her time and decided on the pasta. Fettuccini Alfredo to be exact.
Well, we ate on the table and talked about the events that transpired. Bryn did say he felt different when he’s performing for the camera, especially when he had the mask on. Like, according to him, he felt like a different person. When I asked about why he fucked Reyna, he said it felt like something he had to do. That he wasn’t done yet, and he needed to let it out.
I let it go at that. I wasn’t as angry as I thought I’d be. Surprised, sure, but not angry. But who knew he could go for three women in one sitting.
“Actually, I would have gone for more but I was afraid of being too forceful.”
We all looked at him, blinking like he just grew another head. “So what you’re saying is… you weren’t… satisfied?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. I didn’t want to force anyone just so I can be sexually satisfied.”
“Wait, you mean you can still go on even after all of that?” Skye asked. Again, he just shrugged.
“I mean, I had the energy to perform,” was his answer. He then picked up his food, obviously the curry, and opened it. The smell, the fragrance of the spices melded together masterfully, entered my nose and teased my stomach.
“Shit, that smells good,” I said. Indian foods are something I haven’t really had the chance to taste, and right now it’s all I want.
“Would you like to try some?” He asked and he took a spoon fool and offered it to me. I opened my mouth, like how I would when taking in his cock, and slowly and sensually took the spoon in and slowly wrapped my lips over his food and took it in.
“Mmm, that taste so good baby,” I said with a wink. He just chuckled softly and ate his food.
“I know it’s good, it’s my favorite.”
I just laughed along with him with Skye looking right at us and shaking her head. Bryn, suddenly perking up, stood up and walked right to the restroom then Skye gave me an elbow nudge.
“You know he doesn’t like to share his food. Not even with me,” she said with a somewhat shocked face.
“Okay?”
“No, as in he NEVER shared his food. You’re the first one who he shared his food with. He’s usually protective of it. Hell, he and our dad almost got into a fistfight because of it,” she shook her head.
What does this mean? Is this, like, an even bigger sign than sex? Like he’s willing to fuck a girl senseless, make her scream his name into the heavens, but that’s nothing compared to sharing food? Is that his sign of commitment?
The contract! I forgot about it! Shit!
=== **BRYN** ===
“I’m not sure what to do here.”
Having bore witness to the reading of her contract, it is a pretty clear cut case. As a joke, Holly’s parents, who were the previous owner of Mars Lancet, put a clause that if a member of the Catalogue wants out, due to finding a significant other, then she must allow the owner of Mars Lancet to sleep with her SO or face a $50,000 fine.
This was a joke, but Holly intends to reinforce if. The new owner, a fresh faced 18 year old, wants to make it known that she is all business.
Queen held my hand and gave it a kiss. “I guess you’ll need to have sex with her,” she said with a saddened tone.
“If I must, then so be it.”
Holly looked at us with a slight grin. “Now, the clause also states that *both* party must be satisfied. I trust your boyfriend knows what that means.”
Queen, again, looked at me and her mouth is frowning and her eyebrows are pointed downward, signifying sadness? “I know,” she said.
“Um, but I’m pretty sure —“
“Shh, shh, shh baby. It’s okay. Just do your best, okay.”
“But I’m sure I can —“
“I’ll be with you the entire time. It’s okay,” she interrupted again. I’m trying to tell her that I believe I’ll be able to clear this challenge bequeathed upon me, but she’s constantly interrupting me.
Holly smiled at us as she leads us to her main office. “A sofa will do. You’re not very, impressive looking so I’ll make this quick.”
I think that was a jab at my physical appearance. Queen has told me I’m handsome, and so has Skye and Reyna. Holly is beautiful, indeed she is, and I can see that she won’t have any difficulty finding a mate. She has a nice, shapely posterior and her bosom is of modest size. She, if I can recall correctly, is a goth? I cannot be sure. She’s wearing makeup, or something, that makes her already fair skin more pale. Dark eye shadow that makes her blue eyes pop out, and dark red lipstick. She has several tattoos on her arm, a few skull and roses. She’s wearing a black leather jacket over her black dress that hugged her body tightly and I can faintly make out the outline of piercings on her nipples.
I was hoping that Queen would be, well, a little more jealous. I am her boyfriend, and I am owed a little bit of jealousy when these things happen. But there is a legally binding contract that I must uphold.
This girl, Holly, something is mysterious about her. She’s 18, hardly an adult but the way she carry herself is professional, efficient and a little brutal. I’m having a hard time detecting any sort of regret, or hesitation in her words. All I could see is a cold, calculating woman.
“You’re worried about me?” She asked with a condescending smile. That one I know because I’ve seen it so often. I think I was staring too long at her, trying to see what I need to see.
“Worried? Should we be?” Queen asked as she gave my hand a squeeze. Maybe she’s worried, and if she is I can’t tell.
“I don’t know. I might be 18 but I’ve had my fair share of men.”
She gave me a wink. Is that supposed to mean something?
“Anyway, I’ll go and change. I wouldn’t want to mess this dress up. Or, is there even a need to?”
Again, she held a stare at me as she got up to leave her office. “Room 6, alright?”
===
“She is a strange one,” I said as soon as we were alone.
“I’ve been told that she’s been having sex with men since she was 16 or something. And not boys her age, but *men*!” She said in a hushed tone.
“Isn’t that illegal?”
“Only with an adult. If the guy is the same age then no, not really. Does her parents know, I wonder.”
She turned to me and gave me a hug. “Sorry. I didn’t think you’d get caught up in this. I didn’t really read the contract, so I didn’t even think about it.”
“Why do you have a contract anyway? You previously said that you are free to work whenever you wanted .”
“It’s more of a contract about how we’ll only work for Mars Lancet and nowhere else,” she corrected. “Well, by work I mean, you know… the catalogue.”
“I understand,” I said. I did get a good read on the contract, and I have a good understanding on the wording and such. “Well, I best get this over with. Skye is probably bored at home with no one to talk to.”
Before I could go, she held my hand a little tight. “Listen, here’s what I want you to do. Punish her, alright? Make her regret this.”
“Excuse me?“
“I mean, don’t hurt her. But… you know how I’ve asked you to be, well, rough with me?”
She twirled her index finger against my chest as she closed in. “Practice it on her, okay? Pull her hair, slap her ass, slap her face – but not hard! Be rough with her.”
“I’ll… I will try,” was the answer I could give. She gave me a kiss and a hug. “I’ll see you when I’m done. Stay close to the room, please.”
She gave me a nod and a other peck on the lips.
===
I knocked softly against the heavy door and was met with a cold “enter”. I turned the bronze knob and walked in to find her immersed with paper. She poured herself on it, wearing only a tight black tube top and a pair of gray cotton shorts.
“I’m a busy girl, Mr…?”
“Fosters,” I said, “Brynjar Fosters.”
“Interesting name.” I know what that “interesting” meant, and the way she said it couldn’t have hidden. She meant it’s a weird name. Strange.
“Well,” she huffed as she shuffled her papers over into a pile then took it into her hand, “like I said, I’m a busy girl. Let’s get this out of the way and we can both never see each other again.”
She looked at me with cold wyes, with a dismissive glance that barely lasted a second. “Not to be callous, but you’ll barely last a minute with me.”
“Is that so?”
“I’m afraid so,” she answered with a wry smile. “I know your type, sir. The helpless nerd that was never picked first during sports. You were probably a straight laced student, and was a goody-goody two shoes. You look the type.”
She’s correct on one thing: I *looked* the type. I dress for comfort, not for style. I like baggy clothes and cargo shorts and jeans. My hair is kept at a certain length and I tie it up behind my head and I kept the sides of my head a close shave. That’s the extent of my “style”, but she somehow thinks I’m some nerd. I was, I am, and that’s something that I’ll identify with.
She sat on her couch, still reading her paper work, and spread her leg open. “Just help yourself, Mr. Fosters, and try not to make a mess.”
“Punish her,” I softly said to myself and thankfully she didn’t catch it. I don’t like how she’s talking to me. I don’t like the way she’s looking at me, and I certainly don’t like the narrative she’s conjured up about me.
“Oh, you might have trouble with this,” came her slightly high pitched voice as she removed her shorts and panties. She then gave a worn out sigh as she tossed it aside. “There, you shouldn’t have any trouble finding the vagina. Do you even know where the clitoris is?”
“I know where it is,” I answered and she scoffed.
“Yeah, sure. It’s this little thing here, okay? It has a little hood over it. If you’re a smart guy, then you should rub it when you’re fucking me.”
She scoffed again. “I probably won’t even cum from you anyway,” I hear her say under her breath.
“Punish… her,” I told myself inside my head. Queen’s words rang along side mine, and so this is probably the best time to do it.
“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me this is the first time you’re seeing a vagina?”
She cocked an eyebrow at me and shook her head disappointingly. That’s another emotion I know well. She held up her papers in front of her and went back to looking it over.
Her pink vagina stood out against her somewhat milky white skin. Only her face is pale, aided by the make up I suspect, but she’s still pretty damn white. Skye is lighter skin, being Korean and all, and Queen has a more light caramel colored skin. But Holly is white. As white as I’ve seen.
I pushed her legs a little bit wider. “Finally getting to it? I was starting to get bored,” she barked while I ignored her. I unzipped myself, I didn’t even bother taking my cargo shorts off, and I reached in and took my penis out.
I’m not fully erect. I’m getting there, but because she’s a stranger it’s a little hard for me to be excited. So I started imagining Queen, and how her body is nice and perfect. Her girlish figure, how her waist is slim but not thin. Just enough to accentuate her wide hips and big posterior. Her breast are big, fully natural as I’ve had the pleasure of squeezing them nicely. She’s so beautiful and so kind, going as far as removing herself from a lucrative position just for me.
Well, the thoughts of her filling my head has gotten me excited. I got my penis in my hand, harder now, and slowly I brought it up to meet her vagina. Then, I remembered something that Queen told me. That lube is essential for someone my size, and saliva is a very good substitute for it. So I spat on my palm and rubbed it on my the head.
She didn’t even look at me. She must think that I’m not worth her time, that I am someone she’ll forget.
I spread her lips apart, drawing a curious “Ooh,” from her, but in a sort of mocking way because of the tone. She’s fully shaved, bald, so this allowed me a good view of her young vagina. Skye and Queen has a little patch over, I think they call it a landing strip? Reyna has an upside-down triangle that’s neatly trimmed.
I guess I snapped her out of her indifference to me. I guess I got her attention. Because as soon as I pressed the glans of my penis into her, she flipped her stack of paper and looked right at me.
Then when more of me went into her, I could tell I got her entire attention.
“Oh shut! Oh fuck! What the —“
She leaned back and let out a deep sigh, then a smile peeled out from the corner of her lips. I took the stack of paper from her hand, “you don’t need this right now,” and tossed it aside in a flush.
“Oh fuck! Holy – holy s-s-shiit! Oh shiit!”
I remembered Queen’s words. Punish her, be rough, be forceful. I didn’t like how this girl was cold and condescending to me. I didn’t like how she talked to Queen. Sure, she had just started running this business but at the end of the day, she is a disrespectful child.
Punish her… be forceful, be vicious, be angry!
“Fucking bitch,” I muttered. I’m not one for expletives, I find that it conveys negative feelings inefficiently. Carefully worded retorts are more efficient. Well, after saying those words I reached up to her collar and tore her shirt asunder. She gasped in shock as I displayed her perky breast, then I reached for it and groped it. My other hand went for her throat and I closed off the blood vessels going towards her brain: I just put some pressure on the side of her neck, under her jaw.
She grabbed at my wrist, looking right at me while meekly moaning. Her mouth opened and her eyes rolled to the back of her head while I pummeled her pussy. Then, I released my grip and she gasped lightly.
“Cumming… I’m c-cumming! Y-you can st-stop, you can stop now!”
Her legs shuddered as it panned in and out. I leaned down to her face, looking right at her. “The contract said that BOTH parties must be satisfied. I am not satisfied yet.”
“No… please, no…”
I gave her ass a firm slap as I continued, and she winked at the pain. I pulled her towards me a bit then brought her legs up, allowing me to hammer down on her. She hoots every time I slammed myself down on her, and she’s been clawing at my chest.
“Shut up,” I said as I gave her a firm slap on the face. That seems to have gotten her attention even more as she stared up at me with a smirk on her face.
“Harder,” she asked, “slap me harder!” I gave her another slap and she moaned and then licked her lips. “Fuck me harder! Slap me more, more! Choke me, pinch my nipples!”
She’s completely unhinged, but I must fulfill the contract. I guess I need to lie and say I’m satisfied, but that would mean I need to orgasm at least once.
“Big! Fucking! Dick! Oh my god, I love it!”
Be rough with her. Those are the words that are in my mind right now. But I don’t want to hurt her. It’s a struggle for me to “be rough” with Queen, because I’m not sure when and where to stop, but now I have to be rough with Holly, who isn’t even as tough as Queen? Do I just try and see what I can get away with?
“Who the hell do you think you are? Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that? Huh!? Who the FUCK do you think you are!?”
I don’t normally raise my voice unless I’m agitated, and even doing this now felt so unfamiliar to me. Like, someone else is speaking and using my voice. But she winced after every raised tone, looking away in shame. I forced her to look at me. “Answer me bitch!”
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
“Not good enough!”
I growled as I spat on her face and smeared it all over. I smudged her lipstick all over, and her tears streaked cheeks started to wash away the foundation. I kept pumping into her harder and harder, and her yells came louder and louder.
“Squeal. Squeal like a fucking pig!”
I don’t know where that came from. I pulled her up to her feet, whirled her so that she’s facing the couch, and then pushed her down. I slapped her ass then grabbed her by the waist while I stepped on the side of her head as I pushed it down. “Squeal!”
She started to cry. “B-buweee… b-buweee…”
“Louder, piggy! The farm can’t hear you!”
“Buweeee!! Buweeee!!”
Every time she squealed like a sow I pushed my hip against her and then swirled my dick around inside of her, making her squeals more throaty and rough. Her pale ass flowed red under my constant assault, and I started pulling at her hair while I pressed down on the side of her face with my feet.
“You’re enjoying this? Huh? Are you? Well!?”
“Yes! Yes, sir, thank you! Thank you for fucking me properly!”
I slapped her ass again. “I’m not doing this for you, bitch, I’m doing it for Queen! Don’t think I’m enjoying this one bit, you’re nothing like her!”
“I’m sorry, sir, for not measuring up to her!”
“You are nothing compared to her, do you hear me!? Nothing! Your ass isn’t as soft, your tits aren’t as big, and you’re not nearly as good looking!”
She’s fairly attractive, but she won’t hear those words from me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect! You’re so perfect!”
“That’s not what you called me earlier, bitch,” I snarled at her. “What did you call me again?”
“I-I didn’t –”
“Don’t lie to me!” I pressed myself against her and held it there for a moment longer than I usually do, and she started squirming and crying,
“Let me — let me duck your dick,” she begged as she reached back but I only pushed her down and held her head down.
“No, you don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve to wrap your filthy lips around my penis. Only Queen is allowed to.”
I omitted a couple of details, like Queen being perfectly fine with letting Reyna sometimes have sex with me. This woman doesn’t need to know that.
“No… please… please, I want to taste it.”
Her constant, pathetic mewling is honestly getting in my nerve, and that’s fairly rare. She’s also started to scratch at my ankle, trying in vain to get my feet off her cheeks but lacking any real strength behind it.
I’m close, but not satisfied. Her pussy isn’t as tight as I thought it would be, then again she did mention being with men at an earlier age.
Then I took myself off her and walked off. “What’s wrong? Where are you going? Come back here!”
“Shut up,” I said, loud enough for her to hear but not loud enough to be considered a shout. I walked over to the door, opened it, and grabbed a fistful of Queen’s hair.
“Babe, that hurts,” she whined but not in a pained way. More like a surprised way. I think. Anyway, I took her back with me and sat her down next to Holly, then she beamed with a grin. “What do we got over here?”
Holly was still whining, and her face is still planted on the couch, with her ass raised up and her hands clenched tightly.
“L-Let me… Let me…”
“No, I told you to shut up!” I said firmly. Holly whined even louder and slammed her fist on the cushion. I sat down next to her with Queen on my side, and Holly tried to sit up, but I simply held her down. “Don’t. Move.”
“Ooooh, I’m liking this side of you babe,” Queen cooed as she snuggled next to me. Queen started to rub Holly’s ass, even licking the area around her asshole. “How’s my man? Did you think he’s some needle dick loser? Hmm?”
Holly couldn’t answer. Her face is buried on the couch, screaming and moaning as I continued to thrust into her.
“Queen, I… I will not orgasm for her. Only for you and Skye.”
Queen wore a shocked face, I think. Her mouth slowly opened, her eyes were kind of wide, but then she smiled. “Okay, baby.”
Having said that, I am close. Painfully close. I need to release myself, and so I unsheathe myself from Holly and held it for Queen, who gladly opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head.
Holly tried to protest. She tried to complain, that it belongs to her and she wanted it. But Queen pushed her back while her tongue ran circles around the head and her hands stroked me.
That life draining release came like the tide ebbing away from the shore. It felt like a proper punch in the gut, shooting my semen right into my Queen’s mouth, feeding her my seed. She looked at me, her eyes grinning right at me, and each spurt drew a content moan from her. I could hear her throat work to drive my semen down into her belly as she swallowed more and more.
Spent, I fell over on the couch, breathing rapidly. “That – that should satisfy the contract,” I said and all I hear was a pained wail from Holly as she refused to accept the fact that I didn’t give her my sperm. Queen smacked her lip and licked the remaining sperm from my dick, giggling as she did so.
“Mmm, he tastes so good,” she said teasingly.
~ End of Chapter 8 ~
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