Interlude: Chloe's thoughts

Chloe dances with with Riley, kissing and groping her.

Her hands on me, the way she touches me—it feels right, but it doesn’t make sense. Why am I doing this? Why does it feel so natural? I’ve always liked men. I’ve always been - mostly - straight.

Now, Riley’s lips are soft and tender against mine. Her body is pressed so close that I can feel every curve, every breath, every unspoken desire against my own skin. I can feel her hesitation, the same confusion that’s twisting inside me. But neither of us stop.

Then I look at him.

He’s watching, hungry, stroking his stupidly big dick, his naked, strong body radiating something more than just approval. It’s power. It’s possession. It’s a demand that makes my heart beat faster.

He tells us to swap partners, and suddenly I'm making out with my best friend, Tatiana.

It all clicks into place.

I don’t want to touch Riley or Tatiana because I suddenly like women. I want to touch and feel them because he wants me to. Because he loves watching us. Our sexy female bodies squirming for him. Because we can feel how much this excites him. It’s like his presence alone is shaping us, guiding us, bending our desires in ways we never imagined.

I love it.

I take another look at his dick. God it's big.

Bigger than every cock I've seen and fucked. Some have been close, but no. Not that... massive.

I love knowing that my hands on Tatiana’s hot body are keeping him rock hard. That every touch, every kiss, every little gasp from her lips is turning him on. I move my hands lower, tracing the shape of her waist, feeling her shudder beneath my touch. Riley lets out a soft, breathless sound as I grab her full ass, and I know she’s feeling it too, the pull, the undeniable craving of BIG cock.

We want to please him. We want to fuck him. We want him to fuck us. We're his toys.