Chapter 42 : A Night for Three in a Hotel Room (Part 2)
New York, Manhattan, Greenwich village – Alex's POV
I pulled out of her mouth with a slick, popping sound. A string of saliva and my precum connected my tip to her bruised lips for a second before snapping. She gasped for air, coughing, her chest heaving.
"On the bed. On your back. Now," I commanded, my voice rough.
She scrambled to obey, nearly falling in her haste. She climbed onto the large king-size bed, lying back against the black sheets. Her skin looked impossibly pale against the dark fabric. She spread her legs for me, offering herself. Her cunt was glistening, soaked, her pink lips swollen and puffy with need. The sight of it, the pure, abandoned offering, made my dick throb.
I crawled over her, looming, caging her in. Her breath hitched as I loomed over her, my cock resting heavily on her stomach, leaving a slick trail. I grabbed her legs, hooking my arms under her knees, and pushed them up and back, folding her nearly in half. The mating press. Her ass lifted off the bed, and her cunt was presented to me, utterly exposed and helpless. Her eyes were wide, watching me.
"Oh fuck," Gwen moaned from the corner. "Look at that. You're gonna split her wide open like that. You're gonna fuck a baby so deep into her she'll feel it for weeks."
I notched the head of my cock at her entrance. She was so wet, but she was so fucking tight. I pushed, just a little. Her eyes rolled back in her head. "Nnnngh! Yes! Fuck!"
I pushed harder, feeling her incredible tightness stretch around the head of my dick. It was an almost unbearable heat, a silken, clenching vice. "God, you're so fucking tight, Mary Jane," I grunted, the words torn from me. I shoved forward, burying myself inside her in one long, brutal thrust.
Her scream was pure, unadulterated pleasure-pain. "AAAAHHHH! FUCK! ALEX!" Her back arched off the bed, her hands scrabbling at the sheets. Her cunt clenched around me, a series of frantic, gripping spasms that threatened to end me right there.
I didn't move, letting her adjust, letting her feel every inch of me buried to the hilt inside her. I could feel her heartbeat thrumming through her cunt walls. The pleasure lock was doing its work; I could feel the energy building in her, a frantic, trapped storm looking for release. It made her pussy clench and flutter in a continuous, maddening rhythm.
"Fuck her, Alex!" Gwen's voice was a sharp, commanding whip, cutting through the humid air of the room. Her icy blue eyes were locked on Mary Jane's trembling form, her fingers working furiously between her own slick folds. "Destroy that tight little pussy! Make it yours—ruin it so bad she won't even remember what it was like before you claimed it. She's just a set of holes for you to fuck raw and pump full of cum! Oh god, yes…" Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she watched me with a predatory hunger.
"Break her, Alex!" Gwen demanded, her voice cracking with arousal. "Wreck that cunt until she's screaming your name, begging for mercy! She's nothing but a slut for your cock, a pathetic little whore who needs you to demolish her! Do it! Fuck her so hard she can't walk tomorrow!" Her words were vicious, laced with a cruel excitement that only fueled the fire burning in me.
Gwen's hips bucked in rhythm with her fingers, her own pleasure spilling over as she barked orders like a queen overseeing her dominion. "Make her feel it, Alex! Make her fucking scream! That pussy belongs to you—tear it apart and make sure she knows it!" Her voice was a mix of dominance and desperation, her own orgasm building as she reveled in the sight of Mary Jane's submission.
The room was thick with the sound of skin slapping against skin, Mary Jane's choked cries, and Gwen's relentless commands. "Don't stop until she's begging for your cum, Alex! Until she's pleading for you to fill her up and ruin her forever!" Gwen's voice rose to a fever pitch, her body shuddering as she came hard, her legs trembling, her breath catching in her throat. "Fucking destroy her!"
I started to move. Long, deep, punishing strokes. Pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in, my balls slapping against her ass. The sound was wet and meaty. Slap. Slosh. Slap. The bed began to rock against the wall with a steady, rhythmic thud.
Mary Jane was babbling, lost in the sensation, her words slurred and broken. "Oh god oh god oh fuck… it's so deep… you're so deep… you're stretching me… I can feel you in my fucking stomach… please… please don't stop… fuck your slut… fuck your stupid redheaded whore…"
Her words fueled me. I drove into her harder, faster. My own breathing was getting ragged. The coil in my own gut was winding tighter, a familiar, urgent pressure. I was getting close. So close. The image of flooding her, of painting her insides white, was taking over my mind.
"Gwen," I grunted, my rhythm starting to falter, becoming more frantic, more desperate. "Tell her. Tell her what to say."
Gwen understood immediately. She stopped fingering herself and leaned forward, her eyes blazing. "Mary Jane! Look at me, you cum-hungry slut!"
Mary Jane's head lolled to the side, her eyes struggling to focus on Gwen.
"Beg him!" Gwen snarled, her voice sharp and commanding, slicing through the haze of Mary Jane's pleasure. "Beg him to fill you! Beg him to knock you up, to get you pregnant, to ruin your fucking life with his child! Tell him how badly you need him to breed you, to make you his personal cum dumpster! Do it, you pathetic whore! Beg for his baby! Beg for it now!"
Mary Jane's head snapped toward Gwen, her green eyes wide with a mix of desperation and raw hunger. Her lips trembled as she tried to form the words, her body writhing beneath me as I continued to thrust deep into her tight, wet cunt.
"Please, Alex!" she cried, her voice breaking. "Please fill me! Breed me! I want your baby! I want you to ruin me, to wreck my life with your child! I'm nothing without your cum inside me—without your seed taking over my body! Please, Alex! Knock me up! Make me yours forever! Make me carry your baby! I'm begging you! I'm begging you to fucking destroy me!"
Her words were a feverish chant, each syllable dripping with submission and raw need. Gwen let out a dark, throaty laugh, her fingers returning to her own pussy with renewed vigor as she watched the scene unfold.
"That's right, you desperate little slut!" Gwen sneered, her voice thick with arousal. "Tell him how much you need it! Tell him how much you want his huge cock to pump you full of cum and ruin your worthless life! God, look at her, Alex! She's begging for it! She's nothing but a baby-hungry whore waiting for you to claim her!"
Mary Jane's eyes locked onto mine, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as she continued to plead. "Please, Alex! I'm yours! I'll be your perfect little breeder! Just fill me! Give me your baby! I need it! I need you to ruin me!"
Gwen's laughter turned into a low, guttural moan as she came again, her body shuddering in the chair. "Do it, Alex! Breed her! Destroy her and make sure she never forgets who owns her!"
The room was a cacophony of sound—Mary Jane's desperate pleas, Gwen's cruel taunts, and the wet slap of skin against skin as I drove into Mary Jane with unrelenting force. The pressure in my balls was unbearable now, my release imminent.
"Beg harder!" I growled, my voice rough with desire as I leaned over her, my breath hot against her ear. "If you want my baby, whore, you'll beg louder!"
Mary Jane screamed, her voice raw and broken. "Please, Alex! Breed me! Give me your baby! I'll do anything—anything—just fill me and make me yours forever! Please! I'm begging you! Fuck me hard and ruin me with your child!"
"Louder!" Gwen shouted.
"BREED ME!" Mary Jane screamed, the words tearing from her throat. "PUT A BABY IN ME! RUIN MY LIFE! FILL MY WORTHLESS WOMB! MAKE ME YOUR BROODMARE! PLEASE, MASTER! I NEED TO COME! PLEASE LET ME COME! LET ME COME ON YOUR COCK! FUCK ME! FILL ME! I'M YOURS! YOUR CUMMDUMPSTER! YOUR FUCKTOY! PLEASE!"
Her words were the final trigger. With a guttural roar ripped from deep within me, I slammed into her, burying every inch of my cock to the hilt. My body locked in place as I came, my release erupting in hot, primal spurts that poured into her with a force that felt almost violent. The sensation was electric—my cock throbbed, my balls emptied, and every muscle in my body tensed as I flooded her tight, clenching pussy with my cum. It was raw, unfiltered dominance, marking her, claiming her, ruining her just as she'd begged for.
Mary Jane's entire body exploded beneath me. The moment the pleasure lock released, her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her back arched off the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets until they tore. Her screams pierced the air, a high-pitched wail of pure ecstasy that echoed through the room. Her cunt clenched around me in frantic, greedy pulses, milking every drop of cum from my cock as if her life depended on it. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her eyes rolled back, and her mouth hung open in a silent scream before she gasped for breath, her body convulsing wildly in the throes of her climax. She was lost, completely unraveled, her mind and body consumed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure I'd unleashed in her.
From the corner of the room, Gwen's own moans joined the symphony of sounds. She was perched on the edge of the chair, one hand gripping the armrest for dear life, the other frantically working between her legs. Her chest heaved, her nipples peaked through her shirt, and her icy blue eyes were locked on Mary Jane's trembling form. "Oh fuck, Alex!" she cried out, her voice trembling with arousal. "Look at her! You broke her! Look at that pathetic little whore falling apart beneath you!" Her hips bucked as she came again, her body shuddering violently, her own orgasm crashing over her in hot, pulsing waves. Her legs trembled, and she let out a ragged gasp, her head falling back as she rode out the peak of her pleasure.
The room was a chaotic mess of ecstasy and dominance. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air—musky, primal, intoxicating. The sound of our combined moans and cries filled the space, punctuated by the wet squelch of my cock still buried deep inside Mary Jane's ruined cunt. My hips jerked involuntarily as the last few weak spurts of cum left me, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I stayed inside her, locked in place by her trembling walls, feeling her body continue to spasm and twitch as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her.
I leaned over her, my face inches from hers, my breath hot against her skin. "Feel that?" I growled, my voice rough and low. "That's your ruin. That's my claim. You're mine now, slut. Forever." Mary Jane's eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused, but they met mine for a split second before she let out a soft, broken whimper and nodded weakly. Her lips trembled, forming the word "Yours," though no sound came out.
Gwen slumped back in her chair, spent but still watching us with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "God, Alex," she murmured, her voice hoarse. "You fucking destroyed her." Her fingers lightly grazed her swollen clit as she watched Mary Jane's limp, trembling form on the bed. "She's ruined. Completely ruined. And she loved every fucking second of it."
The scene was primal, animalistic, a testament to the raw power of control and submission. The three of us were entangled in a web of dominance and desire, our bodies and minds pushed to their limits—and beyond.
Gwen's voice sliced through the heavy air, sharp and commanding, as she leaned forward in her chair, her eyes locked on Mary Jane's trembling form. "Look at you, you pathetic little slut," she sneered, her words dripping with venomous satisfaction. "You're nothing but a used-up cunt now, aren't you? Alex's perfect little cum dumpster, just waiting for him to ruin you again and again. Admit it. Say it."
Mary Jane's body twitched beneath me, her pussy still clenching weakly around my cock as she struggled to find the strength to respond. Her voice was barely a whisper, broken and raw from her screams. "I… I'm his cum dumpster," she stammered, her green eyes glazed over with exhaustion and lingering pleasure. "Just… just a hole for him to use…"
Gwen let out a low, dark chuckle, her fingers lazily tracing circles over her own slick folds as she watched Mary Jane with predatory hunger. "That's right, you worthless whore," she purred, her tone cruel and mocking. "You exist for one reason—to take Alex's cock and his cum. And you love it, don't you? You love being his little breeding bitch, his personal fucktoy. Say it, Mary Jane. Tell him how much you crave it."
Mary Jane's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to find her voice. "I… I love it," she whimpered, her face flushing with shame and arousal. "I love being his… his breeding bitch. I need it… need him inside me… filling me… ruining me…"
Gwen's lips curled into a wicked grin as she leaned back in her chair, her icy blue eyes gleaming with dominance. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Now beg for it again. Beg Alex to fuck you harder, to pump every last drop of his cum into your worthless womb. Beg him to make you scream."
Mary Jane's body trembled beneath me, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock as she let out a shaky moan. "Please, Alex," she begged, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please fuck me harder… fill me up again… I need it… I need your cum… I want to feel it deep inside me… ruin me… breed me… please…"
Gwen's laughter echoed through the room, dark and triumphant as she watched Mary Jane's desperate pleas. "That's it, you desperate little slut," she sneered, her fingers moving faster between her legs. "Keep begging like the pathetic whore you are. Let him hear how much you need him to dominate you, to claim you, to make you his forever."
Mary Jane's voice rose, her words a frantic, uncontrolled chant. "Please, Alex! Fuck me! Breed me! Make me yours! I'm nothing without your cock… without your cum… please… please… I'll do anything… anything…"
The room was alive with the sound of our combined moans and cries, the air thick with the scent of sex and submission. Gwen's dominance over Mary Jane was absolute, her words cutting deep, stripping away any remaining shreds of dignity until all that was left was raw, unfiltered need.
And I reveled in it—the power, the control, the intoxicating sight of Mary Jane completely unraveled beneath me, begging for more, while Gwen watched with a gaze that burned with possessive hunger.
This was domination in its purest form—a symphony of surrender, pleasure, and unrelenting power.