Prison Sex

You were eating Amanda's pussy, tongue sliding up, to and fro, clit to pussy, pussy to ass, ass to clit, munching hungrily at her sex. When the door opened to their bedroom, you tried to look back at the entry, but Amanda kept you glued to her pussy.

"I want you to do something for me, baby," Amanda purred to you. "I want to see Trevor fuck you. Could you do that for Mistress, pet?"

"I don't know," you said nervously. You tried to look back again. "I guess so. Is he going to --?"

"Oh, he'll play safe with you sweetie," she said, nodding at Trevor. You shivered, goosebumps forming over your skin as the felon approached, like a wolf to his prey.

"You're right, he's a prissy punk," Trevor said, his voice deep. "He'd be a popular punk in prison, for sure," You felt a cold dollop of lube hit your ass, as you focused more on Carrie, eating her pussy, distracting yourself.

"See, this could be us, baby. The two of us being fucked by a big strong stud like this, still together, almost as co-wives," Amanda said, rubbing your neck and shoulders as he placed the lubed tip of his cock against your asshole. You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing and relax. The head of his cock popped into you and you moaned involuntarily.

"Looks like this prissy punk likes to be fucked," Trevor observed, pushing more of his big cock into you.

"I fuck him with the strapon," Amanda said. If only she knew, you thought, as Trevor started to fuck you, pushing in and out of your ass. After he'd been going for ten minutes, your prostate had finally been prodded enough, and you came all over the floor.

"My, my," Amanda said. "We'll have to do this a lot more." Suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Ah, the visitors are here," Trevor said, tugging off his condom and slowly pulling out of you. "Not only did you get fucked, punk, you get to watch your Mistress in action."