Kate's body trembled violently as the last waves of her squirt faded, her pussy still twitching and fluttering like a desperate, overstimulated whore. Her thick, swollen lips remained parted, glistening with her own creamy juices, the dark curls of her bush matted and shiny, strands sticking together in wet clumps.
A slow, obscene trickle of her arousal continued to leak from her gaping entrance, running down her ass crack and pooling on the sheets beneath her.
She lifted herself slightly on shaky arms, and my cock slipped out of her with a loud, wet pop — thick, angry, and veiny, the head dark purple with blood, a fat bead of pre-cum glistening at the wide-open slit.
The veins pulsed visibly, throbbing like angry ropes under the taut skin, the entire cock so hard it looked like it could split stone. It twitched violently in the cool air, still slick with her squirt and her creamy pussy juices.
"Oh my—" Kate gasped, her voice a broken mix of shock and raw, animalistic hunger, her eyes locked onto my massive cock like she was hypnotized. "It's even harder than before... like fucking steel... look at those veins... they're bulging so much... the head is so fat and angry... still leaking for me... God, it's twitching... it wants more..."
I didn't give her a second to think.
My hands slammed onto her waist, fingers digging possessively into her soft, plush flesh, yanking her back down against me. My cock twitched violently between us, the thick, leaking head pressing insistently against her soaked, swollen pussy lips — but I didn't stop there.
I started humping against her like a feral animal, my hips slamming upward in short, brutal thrusts, my cock grinding hard along her dripping slit before sliding lower — the fat head pressing directly against her tight, untouched asshole.
"Aaaaaah... wait, Jack... aaaaaaah..." Kate moaned, her voice a delicious mix of protest and filthy pleasure, her body instinctively pushing back against me, her ass clenching and fluttering in nervous anticipation. "Not there—please—your cock is too big—my asshole—nnh—it's never been fucked—aaah—it's burning already—just from rubbing against it—fuck—slow down—!"
I kept pretending — acting like the aphrodisiac was completely in control, my movements wild, uncontrolled, savage.
"Nngh—fuck—Jack, slow down—aaaaah—!" she whimpered, but her moans were getting louder, more desperate, her breath hitching every time the thick head of my cock nudged against her virgin asshole, smearing her own pussy juices and my precum over the tight, puckered ring.
My cock slid lower — the fat, leaking head pressing firmly against her tight, virgin asshole. The puckered ring resisted at first, clenching nervously, but it was already glistening obscenely with a thick mix of her pussy squirt and my precum.
Kate's breath hitched sharply, her whole body tensing like a bowstring.
"NO—not there—wait—AAAAAAAAAAH—FUCK—!"
I pushed upward in one swift, brutal motion — lifting my hips with raw power.
SLAM!
My cock breached her ass in one deep, relentless thrust — the fat head popping past her tight ring with a wet, obscene schlup, stretching her virgin asshole beyond its limits in a single savage stroke.
"AAAAAAAAAAH—IT'S THE WRONG HOLE—FUCK—IT'S MY ASS—AAAAAAAAAH—!" Kate screamed, her voice cracking into a high, broken wail, her nails digging deep into my chest, her body arching violently in a violent mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure. "It's too big—your cock is splitting my asshole open—aaah—it's burning—stretching me so wide—nnh—I can feel every vein—every pulse—fuck—don't stop—deeper—ruin my dirty asshole—!"
I didn't stop.
I flipped her onto her back in one powerful motion, pinning her beneath me. My hands grabbed her heavy tits — squeezing them brutally — while my teeth sank into her stiff, swollen nipples, biting down hard enough to leave deep red marks.
My cock pounded into her ass with wild, animalistic force — long, punishing strokes that made her cheeks ripple and slap against my hips with loud, wet plap-plap-plapsounds.
"Aaaaaaaaah—fuck—it's too big—it's stretching me—ripping my asshole apart—AAAAH—!" she wailed, her ass clenching desperately around my throbbing cock, her pussy dripping untouched, her moans turning feral and broken. "Nngh—fuck—Jack—slow down—it hurts—aaah—but don't stop—fuck my ass harder—make it gape—make me your anal whore—!"
But I didn't slow down.
I slammed harder — hips pistoning like a machine — balls slapping wetly against her ass with every violent thrust, the sound echoing obscenely through the room.
"Take it," I growled, my voice raw with lust, my eyes still closed as I pretended to be lost in the aphrodisiacs. "Your ass is mine now. This tight little shithole belongs to me. Feel that? My cock is rearranging your guts — stretching your dirty asshole until it stays open forever."
Kate's body arched off the bed, her nails raking down my back, her moans turning into raw, animalistic screams as I pounded into her without mercy.
"AAAAH—FUCK—IT'S TOO DEEP—TOO HARD—I CAN'T—!" she screamed, but her ass was clenching greedily around me, her walls milking my cock like a velvet fist, her body betraying her with waves of pleasure.
"Nngh—fuck—your cock is destroying my asshole—AAAAH—! It's so thick—my ring is burning—stretching—gaping—oh god—I'm cumming from my ass—cumming so hard—aaah—yes—yes—fuck my shithole—ruin it—make it yours—!"
Her protests melted completely into desperate, slutty moans.
"You love it," I snarled, my voice dark and possessive, my hips slamming into her with no mercy. "Your ass was made for this cock. Feel how it's sucking me in? Your dirty little shithole is gripping me like it never wants to let go. You're such a filthy married whore — getting your asshole destroyed while your husband hides and watches."
"AAAAH—YES—YES—FUCK—!" she screamed, her body trembling violently as her ass clenched around me, her pussy dripping with arousal, her moans getting louder, wilder, more desperate.
"I—I can't—AAAAH—IT'S TOO MUCH—! But don't stop—fuck my ass harder—make it gape—make me your anal cumdump—aaah—I'm cumming again—from my ass—cumming so hard—!"
From the closet, Barry's breathing was frantic and ragged, his hand stroking his cock faster and faster. His thoughts were a chaotic storm of shame, arousal, and confusion.
Barry's Thoughts (Telepathy – Broken and Aroused):
[Fuck—fuck—she's taking it in her ass... I've never seen her like this... her moans... the way she's screaming for him... her asshole is stretching so wide around his cock... it looks so fucking dirty... so hot... my cock... it's harder than it's ever been... ]
[I should stop this... I should be angry... but I can't... I can't look away... she's loving it... she's cumming from her ass being fucked... and I'm just hiding here... jerking off like a pathetic cuck while my wife gets destroyed... but fuck—I can't stop... I don't want to stop... I want to see him cum inside her ass...]
Kate's body tensed, her asshole clenching desperately around my cock as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"AAAAH—I'M CUMMING—FROM MY ASS—FUCK—YES—YES—!"
I roared, my cock pulsing deep inside her forbidden hole, filling her ass with thick, hot ropes of cum, my balls emptying into her tight, ruined shithole in powerful, endless jets.
"Take it," I growled, my voice raw with possession, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, forcing her to take every last drop. "Your ass is mine now. I'm breeding your dirty shithole — filling your guts with my cum — marking you as my anal whore."
I pulled my hips back slowly, my cock still super hard — throbbing angrily, veins bulging like thick ropes under the taut skin, the fat head dark purple and glistening with Kate's squirt and her creamy pussy juices. It twitched violently in the air, a thick bead of pre-cum welling at the slit before dripping down the underside in a long, sticky string.
Kate's thoughts flooded my mind in a frantic, horny rush:
[OMG... did I feed him too much aphrodisiac...? He's going crazy... he's not in his senses anymore... his cock looks like it's about to explode... so thick... so veiny... I can see it pulsing... fuck... I'm scared, but I'm so wet... my pussy is dripping just looking at it...]
I humped against her soaked pussy — my heavy cock sliding between her swollen, hairy lips, the fat head rubbing roughly against her engorged clit with wet, filthy schlick-schlick sounds.
I pretended to be irritated, frustrated, as the drug had completely taken over — growling low as I ground the head against her entrance but didn't push in, teasing her mercilessly.
Kate's mind was spinning wildly:
[Barry... you coward... this is what you deserve... hiding in the closet like a pathetic little cuck while your wife is about to get ruined... watch me... watch how a real man takes what he wants...]
She reached down with a trembling hand, grabbed my throbbing cock at the base, and lined the fat head up with her dripping entrance.
"Here..." she moaned, voice hoarse and desperate. "Put it in... fuck me... I need it..."
I slammed it in hard — without mercy — driving my entire thick length deep into her pussy in one brutal thrust.
Kate's eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a raw, broken scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAH—FUCK—! So deep—your cock—hitting my womb—stretching my cunt so wide—oh my god—I'm cumming— I'M CUMMING—!"
Her pussy clamped down like a vice — spasming violently around my entire length as she squirted hard, a powerful jet of hot girl-cum spraying out around my cock and soaking my lap, my balls, the sheets beneath us.
"Aaah... fuck... hmm... OMG... I'm cumming... aah—aaaaah—aaah—aaaaaaah—aaaaaaah—!"
Her whole body convulsed — tits bouncing wildly, thighs shaking, her hairy mound grinding down against my pelvis as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her. Her inner walls rippled and milked my cock greedily, trying to pull me even deeper while her squirt kept gushing in messy, uncontrollable spurts.
"YES—fuck my hairy pregnant cunt—slam it—stretch it—oh god—your cock's throbbing so hard—hitting my cervix—my womb—aaah—don't cum inside—but fuck me—bully my sloppy hole—make it gush—make my fat lips drag on your shaft—nnh—my clit—grinding—my tits—leaking—squeeze them—milk me—aaah—I'm cumming—cumming again—gonna squirt all over your cock—fuuuck—!"
I kept slamming into her — merciless, deep, powerful strokes — my hips snapping forward with brutal force, balls slapping wetly against her ass. Kate's nails raked down my back, scratching deep red lines into my skin as she screamed.
"AAHH—Jack—your cock—destroying me—stretching my cunt so wide—aaah—don't stop—fuck me harder—ruin me—make me your pregnant whore—!"
I growled against her neck — biting down hard on her shoulder — while my hands grabbed her heavy, leaking tits and squeezed them brutally, fingers sinking into the soft flesh until more colostrum squirted from her thick nipples.
"Take it—take every inch in your cheating married cunt—your pussy is sucking me in so fucking hard—milking my cock like a desperate slut—gonna fill you—gonna breed this married pussy—!"
Kate's head fell back — mouth open in a continuous scream — her body shuddering violently as another orgasm ripped through her.
"AAAAAAAAH—YES—YES—FUCK—! I'm cumming again—my pussy—clenching—squirting—oh god—Barry—watch—watch your wife get destroyed—aaah—I'm squirting all over his cock—nnh—yes—yes—cumming so hard—!"
From the closet, Barry's breathing was frantic and ragged. His hand was stroking his cock faster and faster — his thoughts a chaotic storm of shame, arousal, and shock.
Barry's Thoughts (Telepathy – Broken and Aroused):
[Fuck—fuck—she's taking it so deep... her pussy is creaming all over him... she's squirting... screaming... I've never seen her like this... my cock... it's harder than it's ever been... I should stop this... I should be angry... but I can't... ]
[I can't look away... she's loving it... she's cumming so hard... and I'm just hiding here... jerking off like a pathetic cuck while my wife gets bred by another man... but fuck—I'm cumming—aaaaaaaah—!]
Barry poured out his semen in the closet — weak, pathetic spurts staining his pants and the floor in thin, watery ropes — his body shaking with shame, confusion, and unwanted, humiliating pleasure.
His limp little cock twitched one last time in his hand before going soft again, a sad dribble of cum leaking from the tip as he panted like a broken man.
But suddenly Barry's leg gave out — his knee buckling with a loud thump against the closet wall.
The door creaked open a few more inches, revealing him crouched there — pants around his ankles, pathetic dick still in his hand, face flushed with embarrassment and lingering arousal.
Kate turned her head sharply to look back — pretending to be shocked, her eyes widening dramatically as if she had no idea he was hiding there the whole time.
"Barry...?! It's not what you think— aaaaaah... aaaaaah fuck... aaaaah aaaaaah Jack... wait... aaaaaah aaaaaaaah aaah—!"
She couldn't even speak properly. Every word was interrupted by a loud, broken moan as I kept slamming my thick cock into her soaked pussy from behind — the wet plap-plap-plap of my hips slapping against her ass filling the room.
Her heavy tits bounced wildly with every brutal thrust, nipples hard and leaking, her face a mess of pleasure and fake surprise.
Kate's thoughts raced wildly in my mind:
[Barry doesn't even look angry... why does he look excited...? His cock... it was actually hard just now... what the fuck is wrong with him...? Is he really getting off on watching me get fucked...?]
Kate tried to sound shocked, but her voice kept cracking into slutty moans as I pounded her harder.
"Barry... you were in the closet...?! Aaaaaah... hmm... what are you— aaaaaah aaaaah ummmm... no... fuck...!"
Barry knelt down slowly — his pants still around his ankles, his soft cock hanging pathetically between his legs — eyes glued to the sight of my thick cock stretching his wife's cunt.
"Kate..." he whispered, voice shaky and broken. "My cock... it was hard just now... I am sorry for being such a pathetic husband... I want you to keep going... I don't know what is wrong with me... I like to watch you and... him..."
Kate's eyes widened in genuine surprise, her pussy clenching hard around my cock as another moan tore from her throat.
"Aaaaaaah hmm... Barry... what are you saying... aaaaaaah aaaaah ummmm... no... fuck...!"
Barry's voice cracked, his words tumbling out in a desperate, breathless rush. His fingers clenched the closet doorframe so tightly his knuckles turned white, his body trembling with a mix of shame and twisted arousal.
"Kate... please... I'm begging you..." His voice was raw, almost broken, the words spilling from his lips like a prayer. "I don't blame you... I know I can't satisfy you as he can... but please... let me watch. I need to see it. I need to see you... with him."
Kate's breath hitched, her mind reeling. The shock of Barry's confession sent a jolt of dark, forbidden excitement through her veins.
This pervert... he actually wants to watch me get fucked. He's getting off on being cucked. On being humiliated. A wicked grin curled her lips as she processed his words, her body already throbbing with anticipation.
Fine. If that's what he wants... I'll give him a show he'll never forget.
She turned her head, locking eyes with me. Her gaze was glassy with lust, her lips parted as a low, deliberate moan escaped her throat. She arched her back, pushing her ass higher into the air, her heavy tits swaying with the movement.
"Jack..." she purred, her voice dripping with sin, "don't stop... fuck me harder. I want you to ruin me while my husband watches." Her words were laced with venom and desire, each syllable designed to twist the knife deeper into Barry's fragile ego.
"Your cock is so deep... stretching my married pussy... Barry's watching, isn't he? He wants to see me get ruined by a real man."
I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I slammed into her with brutal force. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room—schlick, schlick, schlick—each thrust driving my thick cock deeper into her dripping cunt. Kate's walls clenched around me, her body already on the edge of another explosive orgasm.
"AAAAAAH—YES—YES—FUCK—!" Kate's scream tore through the air, her voice raw with pleasure. She looked back at the closet, her eyes locking onto Barry's pathetic, trembling form.
"Barry—look! Look how deep he goes! His cock is hitting my womb—stretching me so wide—nnh—you've never made me feel this good!"
Her words were a blade, slicing through Barry's already shattered pride. He whimpered, his hand moving faster over his soft, useless cock, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him. "Kate... please... keep going... I... I like it... I want to watch..." His voice was barely a whisper, thick with humiliation and a sick, twisted pleasure.
Kate's lips curled into a cruel smile as she took in his pathetic display. "You like watching your wife get fucked, Barry?" she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain.
"You like seeing my pussy stretched by a real cock? Then watch closely, you worthless little cuck." She moaned louder, her body trembling as another orgasm built inside her.
"Jack—don't stop—pound me—ruin me—make me cum while my husband jerks his tiny dick in the closet—aaah—yes—yes—cumming again—!"
Her pussy spasmed violently around my shaft, her walls milking me as another explosive squirt erupted from her, drenching my lap and the sheets beneath us. The room was filled with the sounds of her wild moans, the wet slap of flesh, and Barry's broken whimpers from the closet.
Kate didn't stop. She slammed herself back onto my cock, taking every inch, her tits bouncing wildly, her ass jiggling with each brutal thrust. "Barry... you pathetic little cuck..." she gasped, her voice thick with lust and cruelty.
"Stroke yourself while Jack breeds your wife... aaaaaah—I'm cumming again—watch me—watch me squirt all over his cock—nnh—yes—yes—cumming—cumming so hard—!"
Barry's breath came in ragged gasps, his hand moving frantically over his cock, his eyes wide with a mix of shame and arousal. "Kate... I... I can't..." he stammered, his voice breaking, but his gaze never left the scene.
Kate turned her head, her hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin, her eyes burning with lust and dominance. She reached back, gripping my thigh as she whispered hoarsely, "Don't stop... fuck me harder... make me scream. Make Barry watch his wife become your personal cumslut."
Her words sent a surge of adrenaline through me. I gripped her hips tighter, my thrusts growing even more relentless, each snap of my hips driving my cock deeper into her soaked pussy.
Kate's screams filled the room, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of another earth-shattering orgasm.
"Barry..." she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and cruelty, "do you see this? Do you see how much I love his cock? How much do I need it?"
She moaned louder, her body convulsing as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. "I'm his now... his slut... his cumdump... and you're just the pathetic cuck who gets to watch."
Barry's whimpers grew louder, his hand moving frantically as he edged closer to his own shameful release. "Kate... I... I'm close..." he admitted, his voice thick with humiliation.
Kate's eyes flashed with triumph. "Then cum, you worthless little bitch," she snarled, her voice dripping with contempt.
"Cum while you watch your wife get fucked by a real man. Cum while you watch me take his cock like the slut I am."
But then, his voice cracked even further, his next words sending a shockwave through the room.
"Kate... please... I want more than just to watch..." His voice was trembling, his body shaking as he forced the words out.
"I want you to... to get pregnant with his semen. I want you to carry his baby... please, Kate... I beg you... Let him breed you. Let him fill you up and knock you up. I want to watch you grow round with his child..."
The moment the words left his lips, Kate's entire body reacted. Her pussy clenched tightly around my cock, a sudden, involuntary spasm of pure, filthy excitement. "Oh—fuck—!" she gasped, her voice shaking with a mix of shock and dark, twisted arousal.
"You want me to get pregnant with his baby, Barry?" Her voice was thick with disbelief and a growing, sick thrill. "You want me to carry his child while you... what? While you watch? While you raise it as your own?"
Barry's voice cracked, his words tumbling out in a desperate, breathless rush. His fingers clenched the closet doorframe so tightly his knuckles turned white, his body trembling with a mix of shame and twisted arousal.
"Kate... please... I beg you..." His voice was raw, almost broken, the words spilling from his lips like a prayer. "I don't blame you... I know I can't satisfy you as he can... but please... let me watch. I need to see it. I need to see you... with him."
Kate's breath hitched, her body trembling as she rode the waves of pleasure. But then, her voice took on a sly, almost mocking tone, her words slurred with lust and something darker—something calculated.
"But... Barry..." she gasped, her voice dripping with a mix of pleasure and cruel amusement, "Jack... doesn't know anything..." Her hips bucked wildly as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
"I fed him... aphrodisiac... that's why he's like this... aaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaah... he's not stopping... hmmm... he's like an animal..."
Barry's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening with a mix of shock and sick fascination. "Kate... you... You drugged him?" His voice was barely a whisper, but his cock twitched pathetically in his hand, his arousal only growing at the revelation.
Kate let out a breathy, mocking laugh, her body still writhing beneath me. "Mmm... yes, Barry... I needed him like this... needed him to fuck me like a beast... aaaaaah... and he is..."
Kate didn't tell the truth that she wanted to cure Barry, that's why she did that.
Her pussy clenched tightly around my cock, her walls milking me as she rode another wave of pleasure. "But don't worry, darling... he won't remember a thing when he wakes up..."
Barry's mind raced, his humiliation only fueling his twisted desires. His voice was thick with desperation as he leaned closer, his eyes burning with a sick, needy hunger. "Kate... please... seduce Jack..." His words were a plea, his voice trembling with a mix of shame and excitement.
"I know you still have such charm... I have an idea..." His fingers tightened around his cock, stroking faster as he whispered, "When he wakes up... just be with him naked... let him think he made a drunken mistake... then... seduce him slowly... just let me watch..."
Kate's eyes flashed with dark triumph, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she processed Barry's plan. "Oh, Barry..." she moaned, her voice thick with lust and cruelty, "you really are a pathetic little cuck, aren't you?" Her hips ground against me, her pussy clenching as another wave of pleasure built inside her.
"You want me to seduce him... to make him mine... while you watch like the worthless little bitch you are?"
Barry's whimper was almost inaudible, his body trembling as he stroked himself faster. "Yes... please, Kate... I need to see it... I need to watch you take him... make him yours..." His voice was broken, his pride shattered, but his cock throbbed in his hand, his arousal undeniable.
Kate's laughter was dark, her voice dripping with contempt and lust. "Then watch, you worthless little cuck..." she purred, her body trembling as she rode me harder, her tits bouncing wildly. "Watch as I seduce him... watch as I make him mine... watch as I ruin our marriage for his cock..."
Her words sent a fresh surge of arousal through Barry, his hand moving frantically as he begged, "Yes... please, Kate... seduce him... make him yours... let me watch..."
Kate's breath hitched, her body trembling as the filthy reality of Barry's request sent her spiraling. "Fuck—yes—!" she screamed, her voice raw with pleasure and cruelty. "Then watch, you worthless little cuck! Watch as he fills me up! Watch as I take his cum deep inside me—watch as I get pregnant with his baby!"
Her pussy clenched around me again, her walls spasming violently as another orgasm built inside her, her body trembling on the edge of release. "Jack—fuck me harder—breed me—knock me up while my husband watches—AAAAAH—YES—YES—FUCK—!"
I gripped her hips with bruising force, my thrusts growing even more relentless, each snap of my hips driving my cock deeper into her swollen, dripping pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping together filled the room, mingling with Kate's wild screams and Barry's broken whimpers. Her pussy was swollen, her walls clenching tightly around me as she teetered on the edge of another earth-shattering climax.
"I'm gonna cum—!" I growled, my voice rough with raw, animalistic need. "I'm gonna fill you up, Kate—breed you like the slut you are—!"
"YES—!" Kate screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. "DO IT—FILL ME UP—KNOCK ME UP—AAAAAAH—!"
With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, my cock pulsing as I came hard inside her. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, filling her up as she screamed, her body shuddering with the force of her release.
"FUCK—YES—YES—!" she sobbed, her pussy milking every last drop from me, her juices mixing with my seed as it spilled out of her, dripping down her thighs.
Kate collapsed forward, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. She turned her head, her eyes locking onto Barry's pathetic, spent form.
"Did you see that, Barry?" she panted, her voice thick with satisfaction and cruel triumph. "Did you see him breed your wife? Did you see him fill me up with his cum?"
Barry's body trembled, his cock twitching weakly in his hand as the last of his own pathetic release dripped onto the floor, his semen pooling uselessly beneath him. His voice was a broken whisper, thick with humiliation and shame.
"Y-yes, Kate... I saw it..." His eyes were glued to the sight of her—his wife, dripping with another man's cum, her pussy swollen and used.
Kate let out a breathy, mocking laugh, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Good," she purred, her voice dripping with contempt and dark satisfaction.
"Because this is just the beginning, Barry. You're going to watch me carry his baby. You're going to watch me become his completely."
Barry's face twisted with a mix of shame, arousal, and something almost like despair. His voice was barely a whisper, thick with humiliation.
"I... am going out..." He swallowed hard, his eyes flickering between Kate and me, his body trembling. "You should sleep with him..."
Without another word, Barry turned and fled the room, the door slamming shut behind him. The sudden silence was almost deafening, the weight of what had just happened settling over the room like a heavy blanket.
Kate's expression softened almost instantly, the cruel edge melting away as she turned to me. Her arms wrapped around me tightly, her body pressing against mine as if seeking warmth, comfort, or maybe just the reassurance of my presence.
"Jack..." she murmured, her voice suddenly small, vulnerable—almost tender. She nuzzled against my chest, her breath slow and steady as the adrenaline of the moment began to fade.
I could feel her heartbeat against my skin, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of everything that had just unfolded.
Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, my own exhaustion catching up to me.
Kate's breathing grew slower, her body relaxing against mine as she drifted off to sleep. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to follow her into the darkness, my mind still replaying the filthy, intoxicating chaos of the night.
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the warm, soft weight of Kate's naked body pressed against mine. My cock was already rock-hard, throbbing insistently against the smooth skin of her stomach. The moment it twitched, she stirred with a soft, sleepy groan that vibrated through her chest.
"Hmm..." she murmured, her thighs instinctively pressing together as if her body was still craving more even in half-sleep.
I quickly shut my eyes, forcing my breathing to stay slow and deep, pretending I was still lost in deep slumber.
Then, her voice came through the telepathic bond, crystal clear and dripping with smug satisfaction:
[Hm... even after he fucked me senseless like a wild animal all night long, this guy is still hard as steel in the morning. Does he ever run out of energy? God, his stamina is actually insane...]
A short pause, then her tone shifted, becoming more calculated, almost regretful:
[Well... time to start the show. I'm sorry, Jack. I really am. But I know the truth now—I can only be yours. I'm sorry for deceiving you like this... but my feelings for you... They're real. They have to be real.]
I had to fight the urge to smile. Instead, I stirred slightly under the sheets, letting out a low, groggy groan as if I was just beginning to wake up.
The tangled bedsheets barely covered our naked bodies. Kate suddenly gasped theatrically and yanked the blanket up to her chin, curling into a tight ball with her head ducked between her knees. Her shoulders started trembling, and soft, convincing sobs began to escape her lips.
[This should work... There's no way Jack can ignore me when I look this broken, this pitiful... He'll feel so guilty he won't even question it.]
I smiled inwardly. Oh, Kate. You sweet, devious little actress. You have no idea how well I can play this game, too.
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking several times like I was fighting off a massive hangover. I rubbed my temples with a dramatic groan. "Ugh... fuck... my head is killing me. I really shouldn't have drunk so much last night..."
I muttered, my voice thick and raspy. I looked around the unfamiliar hotel room in feigned confusion. "Where the hell am I? This isn't my room..."
My gaze dropped to my own bare chest and the very obvious morning erection tenting what little sheet remained over my lap. "Shit—my clothes! Why the fuck am I completely naked?"
I turned my head to the side and froze, eyes widening in perfect shock. "Kate?! What the—?! Oh my God..."
Kate looked up at me slowly, her eyes already red-rimmed and swollen with perfectly manufactured tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her lower lip quivered beautifully. God, she was good at the waterworks.
"J-Jack..." she whispered, her voice cracking on my name. She clutched the blanket tighter to her chest, deliberately letting one bare shoulder slip out for effect.
I sat up abruptly, making sure my expression twisted into pure panic and guilt. "Ms. Kate... I—I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I swear I don't remember anything after the drink. This... this is all my fault."
Kate let out a broken sob, burying her face in her hands as her shoulders shook violently. "W-What am I going to do now...? How could this happen...?" Her voice was raw, trembling with emotion. "My husband... my little girl... Oh God, what have I done? I've ruined everything!"
I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to crack with remorse. "Kate, please... don't say that. It's not your fault. I was the one who was drunk. I lost control. I should've never put you in this position."
I reached out toward her hesitantly, then pulled my hand back as if afraid to touch her. "I'll take full responsibility. Whatever you need—money, help with your family, anything—I'll do it. Just... please don't cry."
Through the bond, her thoughts were a chaotic storm:
[He doesn't even remember a single thing... but he's still trying to take all the blame for me. He's being so kind, so gentle... Should I just tell him the truth?]
[No. If I tell him I drugged his drink, that I practically raped him while he was out of it, he'll hate me forever. I can't bear it if he looks at me with disgust. But lying to him like this... why does it hurt so much in my chest?]
Kate lifted her tear-streaked face, her voice barely above a broken whisper. "You don't understand, Jack. I'm a married woman. I have a daughter waiting for me at home. Last night... You were so drunk. I only wanted to help you back to your room. I went to get you some water, and when I came back..." She let her voice trail off, choking on another sob.
"You... you pounced on me. You were so strong, so aggressive. I tried to push you away, but... but I couldn't. It all happened so fast."
I let out a heavy, pained sigh, running my hands through my hair in apparent distress. "Kate, no. Please don't blame yourself. I'm the monster here. I should've stopped it. I should've been stronger, more in control. God, I can't believe I did this to you." My voice dropped lower, thick with fake emotion. "You must feel so violated... so scared right now. I'm so fucking sorry."
I reached out again, this time letting my hand rest gently on her trembling shoulder. My thumb brushed her skin in what I hoped looked like a comforting gesture.
"But I won't abandon you. I won't leave you to deal with the consequences alone. We'll figure this out together. I promise."
Kate's thoughts spiraled even faster through the bond:
[He's being so kind... even though he thinks he forced himself on me. I'm the one who slipped the drug into his wine. I'm the one who climbed on top of him while he was barely conscious.]
[I'm the slut. I'm the villain in this story. But if I confess now... he'll never look at me the same way again. He'll see me as a predator. I can't lose him. I can't lose what we have... even if it started with a lie.]
She looked up at me with those big, watery eyes, her voice soft and fragile. "Jack... how can you say that? What if... what if my husband finds out? What if my daughter never forgives me? I've destroyed my family in one night..."
I shook my head firmly, leaning closer so our faces were only inches apart. My hand remained gently on her bare shoulder, thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against her warm skin.
"Listen to me, Kate. None of this is on you. I was the one who was completely out of control last night. If anyone should be punished for what happened, it's me. I can't even remember it, but that doesn't excuse anything."
I paused, letting my voice drop with heavy remorse. "Tell me what you need right now. Be honest. Do you want me to leave immediately? Do you want me to call someone for you? Or... do you want me to stay here with you until you feel safe again? I'll do whatever you ask."
Kate hesitated, biting her lower lip so hard it turned white. Fresh tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, catching the morning light filtering through the curtains. "I... I don't know, Jack. I feel so dirty... so ashamed of myself." Her voice cracked beautifully.
"But when you touch my shoulder like that... it doesn't feel wrong. That's the worst part. It feels... comforting. Like you actually care." She let out a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly under the thin sheet. "Jack... do you... Do you regret it? Even a little?"
[Let me take a bit of the blame... and not put everything on him... I'm afraid of hurting his feelings... He looks so guilty already. If I push too hard, he might pull away completely.]
Her thought echoed clearly in my mind through the telepathic bond.
I kept my expression soft and concerned, searching her eyes. "Regret hurting you? Yes. Every second of it. But being close to you like this... even now... it doesn't feel like something I want to erase entirely."
I swallowed, then asked gently, "Barry... did he find out? Does he know anything?"
Kate shook her head quickly, her messy hair falling across her face. "No... no, he doesn't know." She wiped at her tears with the back of her hand, sniffling.
"When I went to get water for you last night, I ran into Barry in the hallway. He said something urgent came up at work — some emergency meeting or client issue. He left right away, muttering about having to drive back to the office. But... he should be coming back any time now. He texted me earlier saying he was on his way."
She paused, her eyes darting toward the door as if expecting her husband to burst in at any moment. Then she looked back at me, still wiping fresh tears from her cheeks with trembling fingers. "You should go back to your own room, Jack. Quickly."
"I'll tell Barry that you went back to your room early last night... that nothing happened. We had a few drinks, you got tired, and that was it. Okay? Let's just... let's just forget about it. Pretend it never happened. It'll be better for everyone."
I looked at Kate with a hesitant, conflicted expression, my brow furrowed deeply. My hand slowly slid off her shoulder as I sat back a little. "If... that's what you want... I'll do it. I don't want to make this any harder for you than it already is."
I rubbed the back of my neck, pretending to struggle with the decision. "But... are you sure? You look so shaken up. I hate the idea of leaving you here alone to face him, especially if he comes back soon. What if he notices something's off? Your eyes are still red... and the bed... It's pretty obvious we were both here."
Kate's lower lip trembled again as she clutched the sheet tighter to her chest. "I know... I know it's risky. But what choice do I have? If Barry finds out I spent the night with you... even if I say it was a mistake... he'll never forgive me."
"My daughter.... I can't break our family apart because of one drunken night." Her voice dropped to a desperate whisper.
"Please, Jack. Just go. I'll handle it. "
Through the telepathic bond, her thoughts flooded in rapidly, layered with guilt, fear, and something darker:
[He's actually listening to me... but I don't want him to leave. Not really. God, why does my heart race when he looks at me like that? I drugged him. I took advantage of him while he was passed out. And now I'm asking him to sneak away as if nothing happened.]
[I'm such a horrible person... but if he stays, maybe I can feel him inside me one more time before Barry returns. No — stop thinking like that. Focus, Kate. You have to let him go... for now.]
I stood up slowly from the bed, completely naked, my erection still half-hard and impossible to hide. I made no move to cover myself as I gathered my scattered clothes from the floor.
"Alright... if that's what you really want, Kate. But I need you to know something." I turned back to her, my voice low and sincere.
"Last night might be a blur to me. If you ever want to talk about what really happened, or if you need anything — anything at all — you know how to reach me. I'm not going to disappear on you."
Kate's eyes flicked down to my exposed cock for a brief second before she quickly looked away, cheeks burning. "Jack... please. Don't say things like that. It only makes this harder." She paused, then added softly, almost pleading, "But... thank you. For not making this worse. Most men would have run away already."
I pulled on my pants, still watching her carefully. "I'm not most men, Kate. And I don't think you're most women either." I buttoned my shirt halfway, then hesitated at the edge of the bed. "But... before I go... can I at least hold you for one more minute? Just so you know, you're not completely alone in this mess I caused."
She hesitated, biting her lip again. Her thoughts screamed through the bond:
[Yes... please hold me. Touch me. I want to feel you against me again. But Barry could walk in any second... Oh God, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. What is wrong with me?]
Finally, she nodded weakly. "Just... just for a second. Then you have to leave."
I sat back down on the edge of the bed and pulled her gently into my arms. Her naked body melted against mine, soft breasts pressing into my chest as she buried her face in my neck. I could feel her heart racing wildly.
"Whatever happens next," I whispered against her hair, "remember I'm here if you need me. Even if we have to pretend nothing happened."
Kate's arms tightened around me for a brief moment. "I know... and that's what scares me the most," she murmured back, her voice muffled.
As I finally pulled away from her warm embrace and headed toward the door, I caught one last rush of her thoughts flooding through the telepathic bond, raw and conflicted:
[Don't go... Fuck, Jack. Come back and fuck me again before he returns. I need you inside me one more time. No — stop. You can't. Barry could walk in any second. But... maybe later. Maybe I can find another way to keep you close.]
Another wave hit me immediately after:
[No, I don't want him to go back to his room... Barry must still be out there somewhere. What if they bump into each other in the hallway? Shouldn't my lies be exposed then...? God, part of me almost wants that to happen... so I don't have to keep pretending.]
Kate suddenly shifted on the bed, swinging her legs down from under the tangled sheets. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as her feet touched the floor.
"Aaaah..." she gasped, the sound half-pain, half-something else.
I turned around instantly. Kate was standing now, clutching the blanket tightly around her naked body like a shield. Her face showed a genuine wince of discomfort, brows furrowed, and lips pressed thin. Through the bond, her thoughts spilled out unfiltered:
[It really hurts down there... I haven't even taken a proper look yet, but I can feel how swollen my pussy is. Everything feels raw and tender. And my asshole... It's still gaping slightly, like it's missing his thick cock already. He really wrecked me last night.]
She took a cautious step forward and immediately limped, favoring one leg. The blanket slipped slightly from her shoulder, revealing the curve of one bare breast before she quickly adjusted it.
I walked back toward her without thinking, concern etched across my face. "Are you okay, Kate?"
She stopped, still clutching the blanket, and forced a small, tight smile. "Hm... I'm fine. Really. It's nothing."
I looked at her more closely, my expression hesitant and embarrassed, rubbing the back of my neck as if I didn't know how to ask. "Did... Did I hurt you... down there?" I asked, my voice dropping low, pretending to be mortified by the possibility. "I mean... if I was too rough last night, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to cause you pain."
Kate let out a soft, annoyed huff, though her cheeks flushed deeper. She shifted her weight carefully, still limping slightly as she moved closer to the edge of the bed.
"Hm... you... " You are such a bully," she muttered, her voice carrying a mix of complaint and reluctant affection. "How can your girlfriend handle it? Seriously... going at it like some wild animal all night. My body feels like it went through a war."
I swallowed hard, keeping my guilty expression intact while fighting the urge to smirk. "I... I don't even have a girlfriend right now," I said quietly, stepping a little closer. "But that's not the point. If I hurt you, Kate, you have to tell me. I feel terrible enough as it is. Let me see... or at least tell me how bad it is. Do you need ice? Painkillers? Anything?"
Kate's eyes widened slightly at my offer, and she quickly shook her head, though her thoughts betrayed her:
[He's worried about me... even now. It makes my heart flutter in the worst way. But if he looks down there, he'll see how used I am.]
[How much I enjoyed every second of it. God, I'm getting wet again just remembering how deep he went... Stop it, Kate. Barry could be back any minute.]
"Hm... no, don't worry about it," she replied, trying to sound dismissive but failing as another small wince crossed her face when she shifted. "It's just... sore. Very sore. Both places, actually." She bit her lip, glancing away shyly.
"You were... really big. And enthusiastic. I don't think I've ever been fucked that hard in my life. My husband... he's never like that. Gentle, quick, and then done. But you..."
She trailed off, her voice turning breathy for a moment before she caught herself. "Anyway... you should really go now. Before Barry comes back and finds you here looking like this."
I hesitated at the door again, my hand on the knob, but didn't turn it. Instead, I looked back at her limping form, the blanket barely covering her. "Kate, you're limping. That's not 'fine.' I can't just leave knowing I might have actually injured you because of my stupidity last night."
My voice softened with fake guilt. "Please... sit back down for a second. Let me at least help you to the bathroom or get you something. I feel like shit leaving you like this."
Kate sighed, her shoulders slumping. She slowly lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed, the blanket pooling around her hips, exposing the tops of her thighs. "You're making this so difficult, Jack," she whispered, wiping at her eyes again even though the tears had mostly dried.
"Part of me wants you to stay... to take care of me. But the other part knows how dangerous that is. If Barry walks in and sees us together, especially with me looking freshly fucked and you still half-naked..." She shook her head. "I don't know what I'd say."
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Kate's jealous little thought hit me like a filthy confession straight into my brain through the telepathic bond:
[Hmph... you don't have a girlfriend, huh? Then what about that married slut Jennifer? She's somebody else's wife too, just like me... and you fucked her so goddamn hard that night. You let her ride your face like a desperate whore, grinding her soaked cunt all over your tongue until she squirted down your throat.]
[You're such a bad fucking guy, Jack... a total cock-hungry player who ruins married pussy and doesn't even care. Why does thinking about you stretching her cheating hole make me so wet and pissed at the same time? I hate it... But I want to be the only one you wreck from now on.]
Her jealous voice echoed loud and clear in my head, thick with envy and dripping with arousal. I had to bite back a smirk. God, she's getting possessive already.
Out loud, Kate's voice came out soft and needy, barely hiding how turned on she still was. "Can... can you help me to the bathroom... please?"
I nodded, my cock already throbbing hard again in my pants from her filthy inner monologue. Without a word, I stepped forward and scooped her up into a full princess carry, one strong arm hooked under her knees and the other wrapped around her back, pressing her naked body tight against my chest.
The thin blanket slipped dangerously low the second I lifted her, exposing the full swell of her heavy tits, her hard pink nipples, and the soft curve of her belly. Her swollen, freshly-fucked pussy was barely hidden, and I could feel the sticky warmth of our dried cum still smeared between her thighs brushing against my forearm.
"J-Jack... oh fuck," she gasped, her breath hitching as her sore body jolted in my arms. Her legs dangled helplessly, and the movement made her wince. Through the bond, her thoughts turned pure filth:
[He's carrying me like I'm his personal fucktoy... his big, strong arms holding me so easily. My pussy is still so puffy and raw from how deeply he pounded me last night. I can feel my asshole twitching and gaping open, like it's still hungry for his thick cock to stretch it again. And Jennifer got to ride his face?]
[That lucky bitch probably came all over his mouth while he tongue-fucked her married cunt... I want that too. I want to smother him with my sloppy, cum-filled pussy right now.]
I carried her slowly across the room, my rock-hard erection pressing shamelessly against her hip through my pants with every step. She could definitely feel it throbbing against her soft skin. "You're still so fucking wet and messy down there, aren't you?" I murmured low in her ear, my voice rough. "I can feel how swollen you are just from carrying you."
Kate whimpered, burying her face in my neck as we reached the bathroom. The cool tile floor greeted her feet when I gently set her down, but I kept one hand on her waist, steadying her trembling body.
The blanket finally dropped to the floor completely, leaving her fully naked in front of me — tits heaving, nipples stiff, her shaved pussy lips puffy and glistening with a fresh trickle of her own juices mixed with the remnants of my cum from last night. Her tight little asshole still looked slightly open and red, winking as she shifted.
I looked down at her ruined holes and asked in a low, dirty voice, "Do you want me to help you wash, Kate? I could get in the shower with you... "
Kate shook her head quickly, but her eyes were glassy with lust, and her thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to hide how soaked she was getting again.
"You... you should go back... I'll be fine," Kate whispered, her voice shaky and completely unconvincing. Her fat nipples were still rock-hard, poking out obscenely like they were begging for a rough pinch, and a thick, pearly drop of her creamy arousal slowly oozed down the inside of her smooth thigh, leaving a shiny, slutty trail all the way to her knee. Her swollen pussy lips were visibly puffy and glistening, still leaking the mess I'd pumped into her all night.
Through the telepathic bond, her mind was screaming the complete opposite — pure, desperate, filthy whore mode:
[No, don't go! Stay and wash me, Jack... shove your thick fingers deep into my aching, cum-filled cunt and finger-fuck the soreness right out of me. Stretch my ruined hole again until I'm squirting all over the bathroom floor like a cheap whore.]
[Then get on your knees and lick my gaping asshole clean while I moan like a dirty married slut. Eat every drop of the cum you pumped into my shithole last night.]
Another wave of nasty thoughts crashed in right after:
[Jennifer got to ride your face like a greedy whore — grinding her married pussy all over your tongue until she flooded your mouth. I want that so fucking bad, too.]
[I want to sit on your face right now, smother you with my sloppy, cum-leaking cunt, and grind my clit against your nose until I cum so hard my legs give out and I can't walk straight for days. I'm such a filthy cheating slut for craving this... but my pussy and asshole still feel so fucking empty without your massive cock stretching and ruining them again.]
I gave her one last long, hungry look, eyes devouring her naked, trembling body, then turned and walked out of the bathroom. My cock was painfully hard again, throbbing visibly in my pants as I left the suite entirely.
I wasn't done playing this game yet. I wanted to look the pathetic cuckold king right in the eyes and see what kind of weak bullshit he would spout while his wife's holes were still wrecked by me.
I stepped into the hallway and made my way toward the main living area of the large suite. Barry was already there, pacing back and forth near the entrance like a nervous little bitch.
The second he spotted me, he rushed over, his face flushed and eyes darting everywhere except directly at mine.
"Mr. Jack... are you alright?" he asked, his voice high and shaky. "I mean... after last night... You were pretty out of it. I hope everything's okay."
-x-X-x-
I rubbed the back of my neck, putting on my best guilty, hungover expression. "Yeah, I'm fine... I'm really sorry to disturb you guys last night, Barry. I don't know what the hell happened. Everything after the bar is just a total blur. I feel like an idiot."
Barry waved his hands quickly, almost too eagerly, trying to look understanding. "No, no, please don't apologize! It's completely okay. You must have been really exhausted recently."
"I've seen all the news coverage about your big deal in Mexico — those negotiations looked brutal. Dealing with all those aggressive clients and long hours... no wonder you needed to unwind a little. Kate and I completely understand. She was just trying to help you to your room, that's all."
Through the telepathic bond with Kate, I suddenly caught a faint echo of Barry's own nervous thoughts leaking through her mind as she listened from the bedroom — but it was Barry's inner voice, filthy and excited:
[God... did Kate already tell him what I suggested last night? I can't wait to watch him fuck my wife again... really fuck her this time, hard and deep like she deserves. His cock is so much bigger than mine. I bet her pussy is still stretched and dripping from him right now... I love being the pathetic cuck who gets to watch a real man ruin her married holes.]
I almost chuckled out loud at how pathetic and horny the guy sounded in his own head. This cuck is actually getting off on it.
I forced a small, tired smile and nodded. "Yeah... It's been a rough couple of weeks with the Mexico trip. Thanks for being so understanding, Barry. I really appreciate it. I didn't mean to cause any trouble between you and Kate."
Barry leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret. "Trouble? No way. Honestly, Mr. Jack, it's kind of... relieving to know someone like you was looking out for her."
"Kate's been so stressed lately, and after everything... well, let's just say I'm glad she could help you. She's an amazing woman. Very... accommodating." His cheeks turned even redder as he added, almost whispering, "If anything like that ever happens again, you can always count on us. No questions asked."
[Fuck... I hope he took her hard last night. I want to hear every dirty detail later while I jerk my pathetic little dick. Maybe I'll ask Kate to describe how he stretched her cunt while I eat his cum out of her... I'm such a worthless cuck, but it turns me on so much.]
I kept my face neutral, but inside I was laughing. "That's really generous of you, Barry." I paused, then added casually, "And please thank Ms. Kate for the dinner last night. She was really kind to help me when I was out of it. I owe her one."
Barry's eyes lit up with that same twisted excitement. "Of course! I'll tell her right away. She'll be happy to hear you're okay. And hey... if you ever want to join us for dinner again, or... anything else, just say the word. Kate and I both really enjoyed having you around last night. More than you know."
[Yes... please come back soon and fuck her again right in front of me this time. I want to sit in the corner and watch that big cock destroy her pussy and asshole while she screams your name. I'll even hold her legs open for you like a good little cuckold husband.]
I nodded one last time. "I'll keep that in mind, Barry. Take care."
With that, I turned and walked out the main door, closing it behind me with a soft, deliberate click. The moment I was alone, the twisted grin I'd been holding back finally spread across my face.
I pulled out my phone and quickly typed a message to Kate, making sure it sounded casual and innocent — exactly the kind of text a "guilty" guy who remembered nothing would send.
"Hey Kate, just wanted to let you know I accidentally ran into Barry on my way out. He seemed a bit nervous but was really understanding about last night. I apologized again and thanked you for "helping" me. Everything's cool on my end. Hope you're okay. Text me if you need anything... or if the soreness gets worse."
I hit send and watched the message deliver, but it stayed on "sent" with no read receipt. I guessed she was still in the bathroom, probably trying to clean up the mess I'd left between her legs — that swollen, cum-leaking pussy and gaping asshole.
No need to worry, though. Kate and Barry were clearly working together on this twisted little game, whether she fully admitted it or not. Still, I wanted to make sure she believed I had no idea about their cuckold dynamic, so the text served as a perfect cover.
I slipped the phone back into my pocket, my cock still half-hard from the morning's filthy events.
As I walked, my mind drifted to someone far more obedient and eager — Yuko... and her delicious little sister, Haruna. I had promised Yuko I would come meet her today, but the whole drama with Kate had delayed me. No more waiting.
With a single focused thought, I teleported directly to their luxurious private villa, materializing silently inside Haruna's spacious, elegantly decorated bedroom.
The room was bathed in soft morning light filtering through sheer curtains.
Haruna was lying on her stomach on the large bed, wearing a tight little crop top that barely contained her massive tits and tiny shorts that rode up high on her plump ass.
She was swinging her legs playfully while scrolling through her phone, her ass cheeks slightly spread, giving a mouth-watering view of the way the shorts hugged her pussy mound.
The moment I appeared, Haruna gasped loudly and spun around on the bed. Her big, innocent eyes widened in pure shock that instantly melted into hungry arousal. Before I could even say a word, she pounced like a needy little kitten.
She jumped up and hugged me tightly, wrapping her slender arms around my neck and her smooth legs around my waist. "You... you bad guy!" she whined, her voice cracking with fake anger and real desperate longing.
"I hate you... I hate you so much! You haven't come to find me, even after coming back for so long... I hate you! I won't talk to you anymore!"
Her sudden crying drew immediate attention. Haruna clung to me desperately, hanging off my body like a horny koala. Her massive, soft tits — way too big for her petite frame — squished heavily against my chest, her hard nipples dragging teasingly across my shirt through the thin fabric of her crop top.
My hands instinctively moved to support her weight. One slid under her plump, jiggly ass cheek, fingers sinking deep into the warm, soft flesh, while the other gripped her smooth thigh. I could clearly feel the scorching heat radiating from her barely-covered pussy pressed right against my rapidly hardening cock.
-x-X-x-
Suddenly, the door to the adjoining room burst open. Yuko rushed in, still hurriedly tying the sash of her thin silk robe, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly with every step. "Haruna... what happened? Why are you yelling—"
Yuko stopped dead in her tracks, freezing as she saw her little sister completely wrapped around me like a desperate slut, her shorts riding up so high that my hand was openly groping her bare ass cheek.
Haruna kept pouting dramatically against my neck, repeating in a teary, childish voice, "I hate you... I hate you, Jack... you left me alone for so long..."
I looked over Haruna's shoulder at Yuko and smiled calmly. "Good morning, Sister Yuko."
Yuko's cheeks flushed a deep pink, but she tried to keep some composure, though her nipples were already visibly stiff against the silk. "Haruna... come down from him right now. This is so embarrassing!"
Haruna shook her head stubbornly, tightening her arms and legs around me even more. Her soaked pussy lips rubbed shamelessly against the thick bulge in my pants as she shifted her hips.
"No... I won't! I am punishing Jack... he is not allowed to put me down for the whole day! This is his punishment. Otherwise, I won't talk to him ever again!"
Yuko sighed heavily, crossing her arms under her massive tits, which only made them spill out even more from the loose robe. "Haruna... Jack must have been so tired and busy. You already know what happened in Mexico — all those dangerous negotiations and problems."
"You're still acting so willful and spoiled. Weren't you supposed to be a good girl and help support your boyfriend instead of throwing a tantrum like this?"
Haruna's eyes dimmed for a moment, her pout turning genuinely sad as she buried her face deeper into my neck. Her thoughts flooded through our telepathic bond, a messy mix of bratty jealousy and dripping wet arousal:
[I know I'm being selfish... but I missed him so fucking much. My pussy has been aching and dripping every single night just thinking about his thick cock.]
[I've been fingering myself raw while imagining him brutally stretching Yuko-nee's cunt... I want him to punish me instead. Fuck me hard while I cry and say I hate him... Make my tight little cunt cream and squirt all over him until the sheets are ruined.]
I gently rubbed Haruna's plump ass, my fingers teasing dangerously close to her tight little asshole as I spoke softly.
"Sister Yuko... It's fine. Haruna isn't bothering me at all. Actually... I really like her like this." I gave her juicy ass a firm, possessive squeeze, making her whimper cutely.
"When she's being all pouty and clingy... I find her incredibly cute and beautiful. And it's because of me that Haruna has been suffering alone all this time. If anyone should apologize, it's me."
I turned my head and looked directly into Haruna's teary eyes, my voice low and commanding. "I'm sorry, Haruna. I really am. I promise I'll spend a lot more time with you from now on. No more leaving my cute little princess waiting."
Haruna sniffled dramatically, but her hips gave a tiny, involuntary grind against my now rock-hard cock. "Hm... I will reluctantly forgive you..." she mumbled, still refusing to loosen her grip. Her massive tits stayed mashed tightly against me, her stiff nipples dragging teasingly with every breath. Through the bond, her real thoughts were far filthier and more desperate:
[Finally... but I want way more than just words. I want him to throw me down on the bed, shove that huge cock down my throat until I choke and drool, then fuck my tight pussy and asshole raw until I can't walk straight.]
[I don't care if Yuko-nee watches... actually, I want her to watch jealously while he breeds me first and fills my womb with his hot cum.]
Yuko watched the entire scene with a mix of amusement and growing arousal, her thin silk robe slipping open even further to fully reveal one heavy, perfect breast. Her dark nipple was visibly hardening into a stiff peak, begging to be sucked. She bit her lower lip hard, clearly getting wet from her little sister's bratty, clingy display.
"Haruna... you're being way too spoiled," Yuko said, though her voice had become noticeably huskier and breathier, thick with barely hidden lust.
I looked straight at Yuko. She met my gaze with open longing in her eyes. Through the telepathic bond, her thoughts spilled out clearly:
[I also want to act like Haruna... jump into Jack's arms whenever I want, wrap my legs around him, and grind my wet pussy against his cock like a needy whore. But I don't want to hurt Haruna's feelings... If she knew how deeply I love Jack... what would she do? Would she hate me for wanting to be his slut too?]
Yuko quickly composed herself and smiled softly. "Jack, it's really good you're finally here... Let's have breakfast together. I'll make something nice for you."
Haruna reluctantly climbed down from me, but immediately grabbed my hand, intertwining her fingers tightly with mine. "Yeah, let's go... I want you to feed me... as you did before. Open your mouth and say 'aah' for me, okay?"
I tapped Haruna's cute little nose playfully. "Okay... let's go, my little girlfriend."
Haruna hummed happily, "Hmm~" and pulled me toward the dining area, still pouting cutely.
Haruna guided me to sit at the elegant dining table. From there, I had a perfect view of the open kitchen. Yuko had slipped on a cute apron over her thin robe.
The apron strings were tied tightly around her slim waist, making her wide hips and fat ass look even more delicious. Every time she moved, her heavy tits swayed under the thin fabric, and the robe kept threatening to fall open completely.
I felt a strong urge to walk up behind her, press my hard cock against her ass, and hug her from behind while she cooked.
Haruna leaned in close, her soft lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "Tell me... what happened between you and my sister? She has been so lost in thought these past two days... always spacing out with this dreamy, horny look on her face. Did you already succeed... in seducing my big sister?"
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