Asking Anthony

The next morning Abbey woke before George. She got up and walked down to the kitchen. She was tender between her legs, a vestige of the multiple cocks she had taken the night before. She made a coffee as she thought about the previous night.

She couldn’t help but feel aroused at the idea that George wanted to use his mouth as the only protection she had to stave off pregnancy.

When she came back into the bedroom with coffee’s in hand, George was awake, a visible tenting of the bedsheets showing his arousal. “I think we need to talk about last night?” she said.

George blushed, “I know it’s confronting, but it turns me on so much if you don’t want to….”

Abbey interrupted him, “That’s the thing. It turns me on too. Do you really want me to fuck around and come back to you full of cum for you to clean up?”

George’s hips bucked unconsciously, “Yes.”

Abbey bit her lip, “Do you want me to ask Anthony to fuck me?”

George took the coffee, looking down into the cup as he said, “I want you to ask Anthony to fuck you, to use you, to share you and to try and get you pregnant.”

Abbey lay down in bed beside him, “You want me to offer to be his slut, to let him and his friends fuck me without protection?” she asked.

George was already panting as Abbey continued, “To have him take me to parties and let people know I am his to fuck. To let him cum in me and risk getting me pregnant?”

George, wordlessly, nodded. “What if he wanted to rent me out to his friend?” Abbey asked.

George shuddered, and Abbey watched the sheets darken with his cum. “You want him to whore me out?”

George groaned again, and Abbey raised her eyebrows, “Did you just cum twice?” she asked.

George looked sheepish, “The idea that you will become a slut for our neighbour, fucking people as he desires turns me on so much.”

“And if I get pregnant?” Abbey asked. George dropped his coffee as he came again. “Holy shit!” Abbey exclaimed.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s wrong,” George said as he scrambled to pick up his coffee.

Abbey smiled and handed him her phone. On-screen, there was a message which had not yet been sent which said. ‘I had a chat with George. Can you help make our fantasy a reality?’

George was shaking as he held the phone. Abbey reached under the sheets to find George’s cock still hard. “It’s up to you, but if you send it, the genie is out of the bottle.” She told him as she wrapped her hand around his cock and started to stroke him. “You will end up with a wife, pregnant to the neighbour, and considering how you have cum, I don’t think you will have a chance to compete with him.”

George bucked, and Abbey felt his cock thicken as a pitiful amount of cum dribbled from his tip. “You send that, and I think I will have to find pleasure next door. I think you will cum so often without me here that I won’t get pleasure from you and will need to find it in the arms of our black neighbour.”

George looked at her and said, simply, “Yes.”

Abbey nodded, “The choice is in your hands. Send the message and lose me to our neighbour, or delete it and fuck me while we continue our games.”