Gary moved back onto the bed, stroking his hand up my torso, and forcing my chin up to meet his eyes. ‘Did you enjoy me fucking you, titties?’ he asked softly. ‘Say yes. Remember to call me Master.’
‘Yes, Master,’ I whispered, knowing it was true.
Stealing Bridie: Chapter 8
Stealing Bridie is an hypnosis mind control erotica with male domination, female submission and degradation, and non-consensual elements. (Chapter 1 is here).
‘Hey mate, move over.’
It was Jimmy, climbing onto the bed as he unfastened his cufflinks.
I shivered watching him, suddenly seeing the two men above me on the bed — Gary and Jimmy. What in hell was I doing? I was naked, having sex with all my husband’s friends watching me!
‘It’s my turn now,’ Jimmy said smugly, running soft fingers up my shin to my inner thigh. ‘Isn’t it, love?’ he asked me, a smile on his face.
‘Yes,’ I whispered.
Actually, I hadn’t really paid much attention to how the cards had fallen when the men had been cutting the deck to see who fucked me first. I didn’t mind Jimmy though. He wasn’t a bad man. He was just always so needy. He wasn’t at the top of the pecking order among this group of men — among any group of men — and he knew it. But he wasn’t mean — he was never mean.
‘You’re going to give me a blowjob, aren’t you, Bridie?’ he said, clearly uncomfortable with using the demeaning title ‘titties’ that the other men had chosen for me. ‘The wife never gives me blowjobs, but you don’t mind pleasing a man, do you?’
‘Yes,’ I whispered, feeling helpless as his hot hand greedily groped my inner thigh. ‘I’ll give you a blowjob.’
‘I’ve never had such a kinky night like this,’ Jimmy confessed as Gary sneered at him, clearly reluctant to give up his own dominion over me. Gary had to move aside though, he knew it, and he did eventually with ill grace, leaving me alone on the bed with Jimmy.
Jimmy devoured my body with his eyes, his project of undressing himself having faltered.
‘You’re just so… sexy, Bridie,’ he said eventually. ‘I’ve always thought so. No matter what the other men said. I’d always have been happy to shaft you. If you’d ever said anything.’
‘I know,’ I said softly, wondering what I was doing all over again. I had no idea how I was going to look Charles, my husband, in the eye tomorrow.
‘Just get your end inside the whore already,’ one of the other men sneered from their vantage point around the bed. It was James, I thought, or maybe Rick, one of the men who really seemed to be enjoying putting me down. ‘Some of us are further behind in the queue, you know.’
‘Yeah,’ said another. ‘I’d like to pound the bitch before sunrise, if it’s all the same to you.’
I’m not a bitch, I thought feebly, but I couldn’t say so. Blushing, Jimmy moved so that he was kneeling above my head, fumbling at his trousers. Finally, he got his belt opened and his zipper lowered, and then, breathing heavily with need, he lowered his thickening cock down towards my face.
‘Make it good for him, darling!’ I heard my husband’s voice call out, rich with sarcasm. ‘You know, like you never do for me.’
I hate you, I thought suddenly, but there was no time to process that feeling as Jimmy eagerly shoved his dick towards my mouth, clearly greedy to be inside me.
‘Fuck,’ he groaned out loud as I licked across his tip, making him wet before opening my lips and enclosing him, letting him push himself deeper.
Far away, behind me where I couldn’t see, someone was trying to remonstrate with Charles.
‘You’ll get your chance with her, mate, you know you will. We all drew lots.’
‘I shouldn’t have to deal lots to fuck my own wife,’ Charles grumbled. ‘If Bridie would only put other people in front of herself for once.’
The unfairness of his statement infuriated me for a moment, then I lost track of the conversation as Jimmy pushed his dick hungrily deeper into my mouth, clearly lost in a happy place where he was able to fuck a girl’s face. He groaned out loud as he knelt above me, his knees slipping wider apart to enable him deeper access, until my mouth was full of him and I could feel the heavy weight of his balls against my lower lip.
‘Fuck,’ he groaned again as he humped my face, sometimes forcing himself deeper so that I almost choked. ‘Damn, Bridie,’ he grunted. ‘Why didn’t you say you liked this? I’d do you every day.’
Jimmy fucked my face for a long time until my jaw was sore from suckling on him, until finally he pulled himself up out of me, meeting my eyes with a dazed expression in his own.
‘I want to cum down your throat,’ he said, ‘but I can never cum in a girl’s mouth. It’s one reason my wife won’t do blow jobs. She says she doesn’t want me in two holes on the one night.’
He shrugged apologetically, but I didn’t care. I figured I was going to have a lot of men in all my holes tonight. And he was right – they were all right – I did enjoy sex, whether in my mouth or my cunt or my arse.
Jimmy moved himself greedily down my body, his hot hands groping greedily at my curves, grabbing at my breasts as if they were toys.
He’s not great in bed, I thought to myself, wondering why he couldn’t even try to make him touching me more pleasurable. I wasn’t surprised that his wife didn’t want to fuck him. But tonight wasn’t — allegedly — about my pleasure anyway.
‘Damn, you’re hot,’ Jimmy said out loud, a grin across his face. ‘I can’t believe I’m going to stick my end into you.’
His hands moved down my body, and soon I felt him positioning his hips between my thighs, his breath hot across my boobs as I lay beneath him.
‘Get yourself nice and open for him, titties,’ smirked one of the other men, and I flushed at being made the subject of their ribald commentary, at being told by a man I didn’t even like to make myself available for another man.
‘It’s just as well the bitch like cock,’ another man chuckled. ‘She’s taking a lot tonight.’
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