At Her Direction

543 Days

You were on all fours. In front of you was Kasey, their stiff cock pulsing in your dainty hand, and their tight assring clenched around your middle finger. Your manicured digit plunged in and out while you stroked Kasey's cock.

Behind you, Karen was buttfucking you using the strapon she'd found in one of Amanda's drawers. She held your engorged, limp cock in her hand, her thumb absently tracing the empty sac where your balls used to be. She plunged in aggressively. It was perhaps expected in an 18 year old wielding a cock for almost the first time. She buried in, the tip rubbing your prostate, and your cock gave out another tepid shot of love juice.

"Mmm, that's a good girl," Karen praised. "Cum for mommy, my little faggot." She was coming into her own as a dominant, you felt, your effeminate nature inspiring something deep within her. You whimpered, your mouth slipping down to suck on Kasey's balls.

"Mmm God, suck my cock," Kasey whined.

"Yeah, Dani, suck cock. That's what you prefer," Karen demanded.

None of you noticed the door opened. Or the gorgeous blonde clad in an abaya and a hijab, watching the wanton fuckfest in front of her as her eyes rimmed red with tears. She whispered to Mustafa that she would come visit him later, but she had something to take care of first. The door closed, and you, Karen and Kasey all jolted wide, looking at the door.

"What. The. Fuck," Amanda said angrily. She pointed at Karen. "You, bitch, I'll deal with you later. Kasey, out, right now. Dani. You stay."