Steamy S*x Stories

Summary: Caroline wanted more than one man. She wanted to be watched, to be used, to be claimed. Blindfolded and bound, she knelt in the center of the room and gave herself over to the rules. Every part of her was open. Every command was followed. What started as a dare quickly became something deeper. It began with three hands. It ended with a crowd. They do not ask. They just take. And she never wants them to stop. Trigger warning: BD'SM, gangbang, group use, consensual degradation. This story includes total surrender, body worship, limits pushed, and no part left untouched. ••••••• “Get on your knees.” Reid commanded. I sank without hesitation, my bare knees pressing into the plush rug in the center of his apartment. The soft fibers prickled against my skin, but I barely felt them. My heart was pounding loud in my ears, but my hands stayed steady. I knew why I had come here. I knew what I had asked for. Reid stepped closer, towering over me. He kept his eyes on mine as he reached for his zipper. The sound of it coming down filled the room, like he wanted me to hear every click. Then his cóck was out. It was thick, hard, and already glistening at the tip. He didn’t wait. He guided it to my lips. I opened my mouth for him. The moment he pushed inside, I gagged, unprepared for how fast he moved. My throat tightened, but I didn’t pull back. I stayed right where he wanted me. My tongue flattened, and I let him fill my mouth. His skin was warm. The weight of his cóck was heavy against my tongue. His hand found the back of my head and held me there, fingers digging into my scalp, keeping me exactly where he needed me. I tried to breathe through my nose. I could feel my eyes watering. I could hear my own muffled sounds. Behind him, I heard someone shift. I heard heavy footsteps crossing the room. Then, I glanced up and caught Marcus standing just behind Reid, stroking himself lazily while he watched me work. On the couch, Jay and Nolan were still sitting like they had no plans to get up yet. Jay had a drink in his hand. Nolan was smirking over the rim of his glass, like this was just another show they had been waiting to enjoy. “She actually came,” Marcus said under his breath. “Didn’t think she had it in her.” Reid pulled back just enough to let me suck in a breath, then shoved back in, deeper this time. His hips rocked forward. My lips stretched to take him. My jaw was already aching. My throat felt raw. “She begged for it,” Reid said. “Caroline said she wanted all four of us. Said she wanted to be our little fúcktoy.” He wasn’t wrong. I had said it earlier that night. That was only some hours ago, I had been sitting on that very couch, flushed from the drinks they had given me. Then, I looked each one of them in the eye and said exactly what I wanted without any hint of shame or filter. I told them I wanted to be passed around. I wanted to feel all of them. I wanted them to use me, together. Now I was here, right on my knees with one of them down my throat and the others watching, waiting for their turn. I could feel Reid’s body tense with every thrust. He was holding back, letting me get used to it, but I knew what was coming. This was just the start. They were going to test me. They were going to push. They wanted to see just how far I would go to prove I meant every filthy word I said. And I was ready to show them. Marcus crouched behind me. I felt his possessive hands slide over my hips, tugging up the hem of my skirt until it bunched at my waist. The air hit my thighs. Then came the rough tug of fabric as he yanked my panties down in one swift motion. They barely made it past my knees before his fingers were already between my legs, parting me. A cold shiver ran through me as I struggled to focus on deep throating Reid's cóck which was still throbbing hard in my mouth. Marcus’ fingers ran along my slít, slow at first, then deeper. I was soaked. He groaned the moment he felt it. “You’re dripping,” Marcus said, his voice thick with surprise and hunger. “You really want this, don’t you, Caroline?” I couldn’t answer. My mouth was still full of Reid’s hard cóck. But I moaned around his cóck. My throat vibrated as I whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as Marcus pressed in closer. He took that sound as a yes. I felt him spit on his hand. Then, I heard the slick noise as he stroked himself once, maybe twice. Then he lined up behind me and pushed inside. There was no pause, no hesitation. My gasp was muffled by Reid’s length as Marcus drove himself all the way in, filling me in one hard thrust that made my back arch and my knees slip slightly on the rug. My whole body tensed. Reid groaned above me, his hand tightening in my hair. Marcus didn’t hold back. He gripped my hips like he owned them and began to fúck me hard and fast, like he had been waiting for this for days. Every thrust was deep, his body slapping against mine as he used me without apology. Reid pulled out just long enough for me to suck in a desperate breath. My jaw ached. My throat was slick with saliva and précum. Before I could adjust, he shoved himself back in again, his cóck forcing my lips wide open all over again. I was caught between them.