Altering the Deal

“Damn, I think I might be the luckiest guy on the planet.” John admitted, watching his sexy lesbian accomplice enter the room without a stitch of clothing on. It was a welcome, unexpected surprise… maybe, he could-

“Don’t even think about.” Emily angrily snapped, balling up her fists against her waist. “I’m not interested, I like girls. Here, put this on.” She pulled open a drawer and tossed a hidden condom to John.

“I’m sure she does too.” He replied smugly, unwrapping the contraceptive while looking down at Tracer as she softly sighed in her sleep. Emily cringed, doubt resurfacing because she knew he was absolutely correct. Her girlfriend had just as little interest in sex with men as her and yet Lena was about to have her virginity stolen away. This guy was such an asshole!

“I-I’m going to record this…” Emily mumbled quietly, holding up her phone with one hand and angling herself to best capture the night’s festivities in crisp, high-definition video. “Just-Just don’t look at me, pretend I’m not here…” John towered over Lena, his rough hands spreading her sexy, long legs open to reveal a tight, pink pussy, shaved and ready for her first penetration by a real, flesh and blood cock… and it was a big one, maybe even the biggest she had seen in person. John rubbed his hard tip against her tight, wettening cunt lips, spreading them open ever so slightly.

“Oh f-fuck, th-that’s going to ruin her.” Emily stuttered, her heart pounded in anticipation, her free hand pawing at her own breast and tweaking the nipple as she stared into the phone. She saw the love of her life was completely **** and powerless, the normally dashing, confident heroine of Overwatch was about to be ****. “Make sure the condom stays on!”

Without fanfare or celebration, all it took was a single thrust and in an instant Tracer’s gold-star lesbian status was revoked. A man’s penis was buried inside of her, digging deeper down her hot, wet pussy with every passing second. The sleeping young woman let out a short gasp, her tense face twisting with discomfort and pain before settling back into a deep slumber. The virginity Lena protected for so many years, fighting off perverted stalkers and overzealous fans had been conquered.

Emily was speechless, her trembling hand moved from her chest down to her soaking cunt and began rubbing furiously, mindlessly. A low animalistic moan escaped her lips, rising in pitch as John started pounding away in front of her, roughly slamming his cock in and out of the **** heroine, shaking the bed frame with every movement. He was giving Lena a good, hard fuck, one that Emily could never provide, one that Tracer never wanted.

“Stupid slut, always showing off that thick, fat ass in public.” John crudely grunted, slapping Lena’s tits, sending them wobbling and leaving a light red mark. “I bet you always wanted this, to have a man set you straight.” He whispered, kissing and licking at her neck.

“Mmmhm…?” Lena moaned in response, still fast asleep with a man balls deep inside her.

“Shut up, don’t talk to her like that!” Emily hissed, her teeth clenched and eyes rolled back, “Fuck, fuck, I’m close, I’m so close! F-fuck!” She was mashing her fingers against her clit in a blur, so close to the hardest orgasm of her entire life. Her breathing was ragged, gasping, masturbating had never felt this good before, all it took was watching her girlfriend- wait, suddenly something wet hit her in the face?

“I’m about to empty balls,” John said matter of factly, his bare, throbbing cock slamming back inside of Tracer's completely unprotected pussy, “Hope you don’t mind I do it raw.”

“Nu-n-no! Don’t, f-fuck!” Emily screamed in disbelief, but her entire body except her hand was frozen. She watched helplessly, her slender fingers sloshing into her own greedy cunt as she recorded a stranger cumming inside of Lena. “Fuck! I-I’m cumming! Shit, I’m cumming, cumming!” John joined her, piling himself on top of Tracer’s body to pump his hot, creamy semen piped directly into her unwilling womb. Emily couldn't help but start crying, her brain was a maelstrom of unfathomable shame and ecstasy as she imagined sticky ropes of healthy jizz blasting out in her lover’s most private place. Of course her girlfriend wasn’t on birth control, what lesbian couple would be?

The worst part was that she was still recording. John smiled at the camera, pulling out with a happy sigh and showing Tracer’s dripping cunt, the gooey, white semen oozed out in a steady stream. Emily finally put down the phone, it was all over. She had finally gotten that sweet orgasmic relief… it had only cost Lena getting ****, ****, and creampied... maybe even knocked up.

John took a long stretch, standing over the sobbing fiery haired woman. Should he?