Threesom

The Game of Domination

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Edo, Micol, and Sophie are trapped in a classroom, where power and desire collide. Sophie challenges Edo with her detachment, while Micol is humiliated but dependent.

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The classroom was still filled with the heavy smell of sex, mingled with the lavender scent Sophie carried with her like a signature. Edo remained still for a moment, his cock still half-hard and glistening with saliva and cum, his eyes fixed on the door through which the girl had just exited with that irritating calm. He wasn't used to being challenged, let alone seeing someone like her walk away as if she'd won something. Anger was seething under his skin, but there was something else too—a more subtle annoyance, the feeling that this game was slipping out of his control.

The sound of hesitant footsteps in the hall brought him out of his thoughts. Micol. She was gone, but not far away, as always. He knew her all too well: humiliated, hurt, but unable to resist the possibility of being called back. With a smirk, Edo ran a hand through his hair, still damp with sweat, and turned toward the door.

"Micol," he called, his voice sharp as a blade. He didn't shout; he didn't need to. He knew she was there, waiting for any sign of attention. "Come back here."

Silence. Then, the rustle of a skirt being adjusted, the uncertain steps of someone who didn't want to obey but couldn't help it. The door opened a crack, and Micol reappeared, her eyes swollen with unshed tears, her lips still swollen from the bites she'd left. Behind her, almost like a shadow, Sophie stopped in the doorway, her arms folded, her gaze intent. She hadn't moved away either, then.

"You too," Edo ordered, pointing a finger at Sophie without even looking at her. "Come in."

Micol obeyed immediately, lowering her gaze, her hands shaking as she approached. Sophie, however, hesitated a second too long, as if considering whether it was worth obeying. Then, with a slow nod, she crossed the threshold, closing the door behind her with a final click .

Edo licked his lips, feeling the weight of their gazes on him. This was what he wanted: to be the center of everything, the only fixed point in that chaos of bodies and desires. "Undress," he said, his voice low and full of authority. "Everything. Now."

Micol hesitated only a moment before grabbing the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head with a brusque gesture. Her bra, already undone from previous abuse, slipped off without resistance, leaving her small, rounded breasts exposed to the cool classroom air. Her thighs, still damp from her own arousal mixed with Edo's, trembled as she slipped off her stained, sticky panties. Sophie, however, remained unfazed. With slow, deliberate movements, she undid the buttons of her blouse, revealing the smooth skin of her stomach and the black bra that barely held her barely there breasts. As she lowered her skirt, letting it fall to his feet, Edo noticed the drops of cum still dripping down her inner thighs, remnants of her throaty orgasm.

"Bravo," he commented, running his tongue over his teeth. "Now sit over there." He gestured toward the far corner of the classroom, where the sunset light filtered faintly through the blinds, casting golden streaks on the worn linoleum. "Legs spread. Hands on your knees. And don't you dare touch each other."

Micol obeyed silently, settling onto the floor with her thighs spread, her face burning with humiliation. Sophie, on the other hand, moved with an almost provocative grace, crouching slowly, as if wanting him to see every inch of her exposed skin. Once she was in position, she met Edo's gaze, and for the first time he read something akin to a challenge. I'm giving you exactly what you want , those dark eyes seemed to say. But let's see how long you can take it.

Edo felt his cock harden completely, throbbing. He had no intention of waiting any longer. He approached Sophie in two strides, gripping her hair with enough force to tilt her head back. "Open up," he commanded, and she obeyed without hesitation, her lips parting in silent invitation.

He didn't give her time to prepare. With a sharp movement, he pushed his cock into her mouth, sinking until she felt her throat contract around the tip. Sophie choked, his fingers gripping her thighs, but she didn't pull away. In fact, when he began to move, pulling back only to slam back in with even more force, she let out a strangled moan, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

"Like this," Edo growled, squeezing her hair until her scalp burned. "Take it all, bitch." Every thrust was a hammer blow, his hips slamming against her swollen lips, the wet sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. From the corner, Micol watched them with wide eyes, her fingers twitching on her knees, her breathing labored.

Sophie began coughing, tears streaming down her cheeks, but Edo didn't stop. Instead, he grabbed the back of her neck with his other hand, holding her head still as he pushed deeper, feeling the resistance in her throat trying to push him away. "Breathe through your nose," he commanded, his voice hoarse. "And swallow."

She nodded as best she could, her nostrils flaring as she tried to get air. Her nails scraped Edo's thighs, but not to push him away—to anchor herself to him, to keep from collapsing under his onslaught. Every time he pulled away, her tongue darted out, licking the length of his cock as if wanting to taste it all before he filled her again.

"Fuck, you're a perfect slut," Edo groaned, feeling his balls tighten. He couldn't hold out much longer. With one final, brutal thrust, he pinned Sophie there, his cock buried in her throat, and he began to come. She squirmed, her throat muscles struggling against the hot jets, but she didn't pull away. She swallowed it all, even when he held her head still, forcing her to swallow every last drop.

When he finally let go, Sophie collapsed, coughing violently, saliva mixed with cum dripping from her chin. Edo ran a hand over his cock, still hard despite his orgasm, and turned to Micol. She was still, her thighs trembling, her fingers clenching together as if in prayer.

"It turns you on, huh?" he asked, his voice thick with contempt and desire. He didn't wait for an answer. In two steps, he was in front of her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. "Spread your legs wider."

Micol obeyed, a strangled sob escaping her lips. She was still wet, her sex glistening in the dim light, her lips swollen and red. Edo leaned down, running a finger along her slit, collecting his own fluids mixed with Sophie's. "You're a dirty whore," he whispered, pushing his finger inside her with a sharp motion. Micol moaned, her back arching, her nails digging into her own thighs.

But then, the sound of footsteps in the corridor.

Edo stiffened, withdrawing his hand. Someone else was coming. A slow smile spread across his lips.

"We'll continue later," he promised, straightening his pants. "For now, just be good."

Sophie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes glowing with a dangerous light. Micol, however, remained there, trembling, her thighs still spread, awaiting the next command.

Edo turned towards the door, ready to welcome his new prey.