Lina engages in a game of power and pleasure with Jack and a stranger, where every command and every action brings her closer to the abyss of submission and desire. How far is she willing to go?
The air in the room was still thick with the scent of sweat, spilled beer, and the sweet moss of recent arousal. Lina stood still for a moment, breathing heavily, as Jack approached her with a smile that didn't hide the lustful gleam in his eyes. In his hands, he held a purple, almost transparent bikini he'd bought for her weeks ago but had never dared to wear. "Put it on," he ordered huskily, leaving no room for objection. "He's waiting."
Lina swallowed, feeling the weight of the situation tighten in her chest. This wasn't the first time Jack had shared her, but this time something was different. The stranger—tall, with ebony skin and defined muscles that showed beneath his worn shirt—watched her from the bed with a lazy smile, as if he already knew she wouldn't say no. His almost black eyes scanned her body with a mixture of hunger and possession that made her tremble. "Don't play coy, my love," Jack murmured as he undid her tavern-stained corset, revealing her heavy breasts, still marked by teeth marks from the night before. "You know you love to be looked at."
The bikini was a mere string of strips of fabric that barely covered her hard nipples and the curly hair between her legs. When Lina slipped it on, the stranger let out a grunt of approval, his thick fingers rubbing against the obvious bulge in his pants. "Come here, whore," he said, not cruelly, but with an authority that made her knees buckle. Jack gently pushed her forward, his hands on her waist as if he were offering her on a platter. "Kneel first. I want to see that mouth work."
Lina obeyed, the heat between her legs already unbearable. The scent of man—sweat, leather, and something more primal—enveloped her as he reached to unbuckle his belt. The stranger's penis sprang free, thick as her wrist, the head purple and glistening with precum. "Gods…" she whispered involuntarily, her lips already parting to receive him. She didn't have to do more; the man gripped her hair roughly and shoved her down, his cock brushing against her throat before she could prepare. "Swallow, bitch," he growled, and Lina did, tears pricking her eyes as he fucked her mouth with deep, merciless thrusts. Jack sat in a nearby chair, his own member already spilling out of his pants, slowly masturbating as he watched his wife choke on another cock. "That's how I like it, my own personal toilet," he whispered, the term of endearment sending a shiver down Lina's spine. "Show him how good you are."
When the stranger released her, a trickle of saliva and semen connected her lips to the tip of his penis. "Now ride me, bitch," he ordered, lying back on the bed with her legs spread, his member erect as a post. Lina didn't need to be told twice. On shaky legs, she positioned herself over him, feeling the heat of his skin against hers as she sank slowly, inch by inch, until her pelvis pressed against his. "Fuck!" The cry escaped her lips before she could contain it. She was full. So full it hurt, but in a delicious way, as if every nerve in her body was being grazed at the same time. "That's it, my queen," the man whispered, his large hands gripping her hips to guide her. "Move like the whore you are."
And she did. She began to ride him in slow, circular motions, feeling her clit rub against his pelvis with each thrust. The stranger moaned beneath her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her buttocks, marking her. "Harder, my love," Jack panted from his chair, his hand moving faster on his own cock. "Fuck him like he's the last man in the world." Lina obeyed, her hips moving with more urgency, the wet sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. Each thrust took her deeper, as if he were trying to reach her womb, to claim her from the inside. "You're going to knock me up, you bastard," she moaned, but there was no fear in her voice, only raw arousal.
The man pulled her to him suddenly, his lips crashing against hers in a hungry kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with the same ferocity his cock was invading hers down below. "I want to cum inside you, beautiful," he growled against her lips. "I want my cum dripping out of you for days." Lina gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Do it... please..." She begged, and he needed no more. With one last brutal thrust, he entered her deep inside her and came, his hot cum flooding her in thick waves that she felt all the way to her stomach. "Yes! Give it all to me!" she cried out, her orgasm erupting at the same time, her inner walls clenching around him as if they wouldn't let go.
But the man wasn't finished. In one swift motion, he flipped her over, leaving her back against the mattress as he knelt between her legs. "Now for the ass, whore," he announced, spitting into his hand before rubbing the liquid between her buttocks. Lina felt a moment of panic—she'd never taken anything that big—but Jack was there, leaning down to kiss her tenderly. "Relax, my love," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. "Let me use you. You're so beautiful when you're fucked." The stranger didn't wait any longer; with one firm thrust, his thick head forced entry, stretching her until Lina cried out, pain mixing with a pleasure so intense it nearly took her breath away. "By the gods, you're tight!" he growled, beginning to move with short but deep thrusts, each one making her ass burn.
Jack couldn't resist any longer. He approached the bed, his penis still hard, and knelt beside Lina's head. "Open up, my toilet," he ordered, and she obeyed immediately, her mouth enveloping his member as the stranger continued to ravage her ass. "That's it, my whore," Jack panted, his hips moving in small circles. "Suck like your life depends on it." Lina did so, her eyes watering but her gaze fixed on him, as if seeking approval. Or maybe forgiveness. Or maybe just more.
The stranger increased his pace, his thrusts now wild, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the room. "I'm going to cum again, bitch," he warned, and this time he didn't wait. With a roar, he pulled out, his hot cum spraying her back and buttocks in thick streams that trickled between her legs. Lina felt the liquid trickle down her thighs, mixing with her own arousal, as Jack came in her mouth with a strangled groan. "Swallow it all, my love," he whispered, stroking her hair. "Don't let a drop go to waste."
When the stranger finally withdrew, Lina lay on the bed, panting, her body covered in sweat, semen, and handprints. Jack leaned in to kiss her again, this time more passionately, as if the sight of her used by another man had driven him mad with desire. "You're so beautiful when you're fucked, my queen," he murmured against her lips. "I'll never tire of seeing you like this." Then, with one last squeeze of her buttock, he stood up. "I'm going to leave you two alone for a while. Enjoy it." And with that, he closed the door behind him.
The silence that followed was almost deafening. The stranger approached Lina, his fingers tracing patterns on her sweaty skin. Surprisingly, he became more affectionate without her husband Jack present, treating her with intimacy alone. "Are you okay, beautiful?" he asked, his voice surprisingly tender. She nodded, though she wasn't sure he meant it. There was something about the way he looked at her—as if she already belonged to him—that made her feel both aroused and vulnerable. "Come here," he told her, pulling her so she was straddling his lap. His penis, now semi-erect again, brushed against her entrance, and Lina couldn't help but moan. "Still want more, don't you?"
She didn't respond with words. Instead, she sank down on him again, this time slower, savoring the sensation of being filled once more. Their lips met in a kiss that wasn't tender or brutal, but somewhere in between—something that felt dangerously close to intimacy. As they moved together, his semen continued to seep from her, mixing with her fluids, marking her. "You're mine now, aren't you?" he whispered between kisses, and Lina didn't know how to respond. Because in that moment, with Jack on the other side of the door and this stranger inside her, the line between submission and desire had been completely erased. And the scariest thing of all was that she wasn't sure she wanted it back.