What was I doing? Fucking my boyfriend’s brother in his parent’s house? After fucking his other brother in the corridor? On Christmas Eve? Anthony’s voice was rough and sexy in the dark and his cock was big and hard, and — for some bizarre reason I didn’t understand — I kept doing exactly what he told me.
When Clare’s boyfriend abandons her with his family for Christmas, she doesn’t expect to spend Christmas Day in a MMM/f gangbang with his two brothers and their best friend.
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Capturing Clare: Chapter 6
[Maledom femsub dubious consent gangbang and bareback penetration erotica]
Anthony leaned over me, coming up onto one elbow and lowered his mouth to one of my breasts.
Oh. My. God.
I had to clench my lips together to stop moaning out loud. He sucked hard on the nipple, flicking it back and forth in his mouth with his tongue, before biting down with his teeth and tugging on it. All the while, his other hand was playing with my other breast.
He released my nipple, only to pull both breasts firmly together with both his hands, pulling roughly in a way that almost felt like it would bruise me. I didn’t know what he was doing at first, then he took both nipples into his mouth together, holding them firmly with his mouth while he suckled on them both.
I forced myself to be quiet, breathing fast so that I felt like I was running. I nearly lost it when he sent his hand down my body, running unerringly between my legs and finding my wet pussy. He pushed first one finger, then a second finger straight into me, and I wanted to scream at the sensations. There was no way I was stopping now.
Anthony fucked his fingers hard and fast into me, pushing up firmly against my g-spot, and I thought I was going to die. He used his fingers on me for a long time, my nipples still held firmly in his mouth. My whole body felt alight, loving the sensations, desperate to be touched more.
I would have been content with him continuing like that forever, but eventually he released my nipples with a long sigh, and then he pulled his fingers out of me.
Anthony rolled towards me, coming to elbows and knees above me, his knees at my hips, his elbows up near my head. He floated in the darkness above me like a huge shadow. I knew my legs were spread between his — begging to be fucked, I thought ruefully to myself.
I squeaked in shock and forced myself to be quiet again as I felt him above me for the first time — large, and strong, and ready to penetrate me.
A thick wet stream of wet precum drifted across my stomach and I whimpered at how real it felt. Maybe this wasn’t a dream after all.
I wasn’t really doing this, was I? But I knew I was. I was so turned on, there was no way I was stopping now.
‘I like your panties,’ he said laconically and I blushed in the dark. I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to wear this negligee and cute lacy shorties again. ‘Do you always wear crotchless panties, or is it only when you’re climbing into strangers’ beds looking for an early Christmas present?’
I whimpered in embarrassment, feeling small beneath Anthony, but it seemed the question was only rhetorical. I blushed in the dark, remembering Angus’ words.
I like your panties. I like it when a girl is always ready to me to fuck her.
Above me, Anthony was reaching out past me and I heard the rustle of a condom wrapper. I moaned to myself at the sound. Oh gods… This was actually happening. His words rang in my head.
Get onto your back where you belong.
I’m going to fuck you senseless.
Try not to scream.
‘Tell me where my shaft is going, you horny little slut,’ he commanded roughly in the dark.
I flushed in embarrassment at the words, and I had to swallow before I responded. My lips felt dry and my voice broke around the words.
‘M-my cunt?’ I flushed red hot as I said it.
He laughed quietly, a low, deep laugh deep in his chest. He reached down to manhandle my spread legs up past his knees, and I whimpered in sudden shock at how vulnerable and open I felt, my legs spread wide and this big man kneeling between them.
I moaned aloud as I felt his fingers run back across my clit and between my wet labia, running back and forth a couple of times before locating my entrance and pushing his fingers inside again. Oh gods, it still felt so good.
‘In here?’ he asked roughly, pushing his fingers deeply, intrusively into me. ‘Say yes, Clare darling, and I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk.’
‘Yes,’ I gasped, unable to think beyond how amazing his fingers felt rubbing in and out of my cunt.
What had I done to end up here, in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve, in bed with a naked man who was all but a stranger, his fingers inside my cunt, his hard erection pointed at me like an accusation?
‘Good girl,’ Anthony murmured. ‘Gods, you’re so wet I could drive a truck into you.’
I flushed hot in embarrassment at his words and I wanted to pull my legs together, but there was no time. I felt myself panting in anticipation as he pulled his fingers out of me and he lowered his hips in the dark. My cunt felt like it had a target painted on it, empty, ready and waiting and desperate to receive his cock.
I moaned in desire as I first felt his hardness against my pussy lips. He started to rub his wide head up and down, teasing the sensitive flesh between my entrance and up to my clit. His hands were back above my head, his elbows either side of my face.
‘Tell me you’re going to be good, Clare,’ he said roughly, the words an order.
Chapter 7 of Capturing Clare is here.
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