Eve

"You can't help yourself."

"You're irresistible."

"Flatterer."

"Pervert."

They smiled at each other. Night had fallen, and Nick was driving them to their double date with Eve and her boyfriend.

"So what's the plan?"

"What plan? You're a literal sex god, we don't need a plan."

"Yeah, with the women — her boyfriend's coming too, remember? What am I supposed to do, beat him up and stuff him in the trunk?"

Jennifer laughed loudly.

"Would you, if I asked?"

"You know I would, but I'm not exactly eager to go to prison — if there's one place on earth where my abilities are completely useless, it's there. I wouldn't last two days."

She was cracking up now in her seat, gorgeous in a fitted dress and heels, everything the same ruby-red as always. He kept glancing over instead of watching the road, though luckily traffic was clear.

"Well," she said, composing herself, "don't worry about him. Trust me — he's got zero self-esteem. He's with her because she's got him on a pedestal. He's loaded, but let's just say he's not exactly skilled in bed... or gifted."

"Poor guy... wait. You want us to cuckold him? That's new."

"Fun, right?"

"I guess, but what if he gets some sudden burst of self-respect?"

"Straight to the trunk, then."

Both of them cracked up.

The evening went normally at first — the girls talked nonstop and drank generously. Eve couldn't take her eyes off him, ignoring her boyfriend entirely — he probably said fewer than ten words all night — brushing his arm casually whenever she thought Jennifer wasn't watching. She noticed, of course, and so did the boyfriend, but neither said anything.

At some point Jennifer skillfully steered the conversation toward more adult topics, and after singing his praises in vivid, graphic detail, "confessed" that they sometimes brought other women into their escapades — leaving out, of course, that the other woman was Alex, and that it wasn't so much "escapades" as a nonstop orgy. Eve saw her opening exactly as Jennifer intended, and knowing Jennifer clearly didn't mind, got downright bold with the touching. Her boyfriend clearly did mind, but instead of getting angry, he just kept his eyes down.

They left the restaurant for the parking lot, Nick with a girl on each arm, both visibly tipsy — Jennifer might have been faking it, but Eve genuinely slurred her words. Eve kept running her hands up and down his chest the whole walk over.

Dan whistled. "Nice ride."

"Glad you like it. 567 horsepower, real treat," Nick said, tossing him the keys. "Address is in the GPS. Enjoy — you're the only one who hasn't been drinking, so you're the designated driver." A lie, of course — Nick hadn't touched a drop either; never liked the taste.

"We'll ride in back, don't want to distract you — we're a mess right now anyway."

Without waiting for a response, the girls piled into the back seat with him between them and asked for music on the radio.

It didn't take long for things to heat up between the three of them. He reached around behind them and lifted both dresses, kissing Jennifer first, then Eve, who'd been dying for this to happen for hours and offered zero resistance to his tongue. He had no idea how much her boyfriend could see in the rearview mirror through the dark, but the guy said nothing, so they kept going.

He slid his hands down over both their asses until he reached their soaked pussies, massaging them, their breathing quickening. They took turns kissing his mouth and neck, Jennifer also rubbing him through his pants. Jennifer leaned across him as if to say something to Eve, but the moment she got close, she kissed her instead — Eve moaned in surprise, and the two of them started tangling tongues just inches from his face. With them both leaning over him, he had better access, and started fingering them both. Hopefully the music covered their moans. Or maybe not — he wasn't sure.

"Want to see it?" Jennifer whispered to the other girl.

Eve nodded, biting her lower lip, and Jennifer unzipped his pants, freeing that enormous anaconda. Eve's eyes went wide with surprise.

"Jesus, it's... huge."

"Told you," Jennifer said, lowering her head to suck him off — exquisite, as always. Nick doubled down on working both girls with his fingers, and by now he was fairly sure the designated driver could hear perfectly well, because both of them were moaning uncontrollably, and it was more than obvious.

Jennifer lifted her head, wiping her mouth with her arm. "Your turn."

Eve opened her mouth and leaned in, tongue out — but right then the music cut off and the GPS announced they'd arrived, to everyone's collective disappointment. He let go of both of them, and everyone discreetly straightened their clothes.

Back at the house, Jennifer poured everyone a drink, and once they were settled on the living room couch, she proposed:

"How about a fun little game — we dance for you, real sexy, and whoever makes the guy finish first wins. We'll switch partners through, keep it interesting. There's plenty of trust here."

Eve jumped up from her seat. "Yes, yes, that sounds so fun."

Every alarm bell in Nick's head went off, and he shot Jennifer a dead-serious look. She just smiled and added, "No touching allowed." He still wasn't thrilled about it, but he trusted her, so he sat down and watched as Eve started swaying her hips in front of him, her boyfriend's girlfriend doing the same on his end.

Eve slowly unzipped her dress and let it fall, hips still moving, giving him a full view of her volleyball-player ass in a thin black thong. She sat down on his lap and started grinding her ass against him, grabbed his hands, and placed them on her small breasts, which Nick started groping freely.

Seeing that the no-touching rule apparently only went one way, Dan reached toward Jennifer's ass — she was still fully dressed — and Jennifer swatted his hand away instantly.

"Don't even think about it."

Eve didn't have that problem. Nick was feeling her up everywhere, and she offered zero resistance — if anything, she guided his hands wherever she wanted them. He reached up toward her lips, but she sucked on his fingers instead, then grabbed his hand and pulled it down between her legs. He slipped his fingers under the scrap of fabric — soaked — and started rubbing up and down. She leaned back against his shoulder, moaning softly, and bit his earlobe, stifling a cry when he finally pushed his fingers inside and started grinding her hips against his lap on instinct.

Jennifer turned and leaned in to Dan's ear. "Look at her. She's about to fuck him if you don't do something. Come on, cum for me..." She pressed her heel into his crotch. "Come on, cum for me, do it, I know you want to, come on." She put on a particularly breathy, orgasmic voice, and it worked instantly — a wet spot bloomed at his crotch, and Jennifer announced herself the winner.

Eve wasn't done. "Not fair — you're not ruining this for me, idiot," she snapped at her boyfriend, throwing a cushion at his face. He just looked away, submissive. She climbed back onto Nick, facing him this time, kissing him without holding back — between the alcohol, Nick's presence, and her boyfriend now officially a cuckold, nothing mattered to her anymore except fucking him right there, consequences be damned.

Jennifer watched, thoroughly turned on, before finally joining them — she slipped off her dress, and while Eve knelt to undo Nick's pants and free his cock again, she knelt beside her, grabbed the back of Eve's head, and pushed her all the way down, letting her breathe occasionally.

The two girls — in thongs, heels, and nothing else — took turns sucking him for a while, and eventually Nick stood up, grabbed both their heads, and put them to work one on each side, savoring the sight — both of them looking up at him, tongues out, eyes full of want.

Jennifer stood, moved behind Eve, who was still bobbing back and forth, and kissed Nick with the other girl caught between them.

"Is this what you want?" she whispered to Eve.

"This is just the beginning," Jennifer answered with a wicked smile, then continued, louder, "She deserves a real man. She needs someone who's actually going to take care of what she needs."

Hearing that, Eve pulled off, breathless, panting, black mascara tears running down, most of her lower face streaked with saliva and precum. She turned and shot her boyfriend a look of pure contempt, and he lowered his eyes, ashamed.

"This is a real man. Look at me, you useless piece of shit." She was genuinely cruel to him. "I know you love watching. That little bulge in your pants isn't lying, idiot." She went back to sucking.

"We'd be more comfortable in the bedroom," Jennifer added — she didn't want to wait any longer to watch him fuck her the way she'd fantasized.

Eve stood up, and everyone headed for the stairs. When Dan started to get up too, Eve shoved him back down onto the couch.

"Where do you think you're going? If you want to actually watch me enjoy myself, you're going to earn it first, cuck"

Nick threw her over his shoulder easily — light as she was — squeezing her ass, giving it a smack; she laughed. He also took Jennifer's hand, who waved goodbye to Dan with a wicked smile, and together they headed up to the bedroom.

Upstairs, Jennifer had Nick lie back, pulled Eve's underwear off, and helped her climb on top of him. She spit down onto his cock from behind Eve as she lowered herself, carefully lining him up at her entrance, biting her lip with pure desire, and Eve finally started taking the tip, wincing with effort — clearly not used to that kind of size — but kept going anyway, slow but steady, until she'd taken most of his length.

Her eyes rolled back and she let out a loud, orgasmic scream, convulsing — just penetrating her had already sent her over the edge, the first of many that night.

He expected his girlfriend to climb on next to him, but instead Jennifer went to the armchair, legs pulled up, and slid a hand into her thong, starting to masturbate. Their eyes met, and Jennifer gestured for him to keep going, so he grabbed the tiny girl's ass — she still hadn't fully recovered from her first orgasm — lifting her easily with his muscular arms, dropping her back down again and again, drawing screams of pleasure with every thrust, loud enough to be heard through the whole house.

Orgasm after orgasm, Eve's brain had turned to mush; all she could do was scream at the top of her lungs, over and over. Nick used her in every way he could think of — she was ridiculously easy to move around — positioning her however he wanted. He stood on the floor without letting go and fucked her standing, then tossed her onto the bed on her back, head hanging off the edge, and fucked her face in that position too. He got her on all fours facing her girlfriend and took her from behind, staring straight at Jennifer, who kept masturbating relentlessly but showed no sign of wanting to join in. He grabbed Eve by the hair so her girlfriend could watch her face through another orgasm.

After several changes of position, over what had to have been hours, Nick found himself standing at the edge of the bed, driving into Eve while wrapping both hands around her throat, letting her breathe occasionally, though her face had taken on a worrying shade of red. He was about to move her somewhere else when Jennifer came up behind him, kissed his neck, and gently bit his earlobe.

"Come inside her, please. Fill her up for me."

Her wish was his command. He released her throat, and Eve gasped desperately for air, coughing from the effort. Nick gripped her hips firmly and started fucking her hard, and Eve wanted to scream, but after such a long session she'd gone hoarse, only managing high, thin sounds in her throat.

Nick finally finished after that marathon session, an amount so enormous it began overflowing out of her even before he pulled out and started going soft. When he finally stepped back, under his girlfriend's watchful eye, a cascade of cum spilled out of her, to Jennifer's absolute delight — she watched, awestruck.

Nick was physically wrecked. He left Eve on the bed, completely motionless — if her chest hadn't still been moving, he'd have thought she was dead.

"I feel bad I didn't take care of you — all that time and my girl didn't even get a proper orgasm," he said, pulling Jennifer into a hug.

"Are you kidding, I came like crazy, lost count of how many times," she answered, pointing to the armchair, which was indeed soaked through.

"Damn, I knew you liked watching... didn't know it was that much."

"Well, now you know."

"So, now what?" Nick said, looking at their bed, occupied by Eve's motionless body, sleeping peacefully in exactly the position he'd left her.

"A bath sounds good. We're disgusting."

They headed to the tub together, filled it with hot water and bubbles, and climbed in — her back against his chest, his arms around her. She rested against him, and he kissed her forehead gently, leaning back.

"I don't get it," he said, breaking the silence.

"Get what?"

"How you can let the person who's supposed to love you and be loved by you get treated like that, right in front of your face."

"I do it too."

"That's not the same."

"It's exactly the same."

"I don't treat you like garbage."

"But you would, if I asked you to."

"I don't think I could look down on you like that... not you. But he never actually asked for it anyway."

"Not yet — but he will. He was clearly enjoying it. Once the shame of being a cuckolded submissive wears off, I bet he's still hard as a rock right now."

"How do you know?"

"The screaming. It had me soaking wet, so I'd bet good money it did the same for him. I'd put money on him standing outside that door the whole time, jerking off nonstop."

"I put myself in his shoes, picture you with someone else, and it makes me want to lose my mind."

"Someone like you can't understand any other way of loving, or thinking about sex, that isn't dominance."

"That sounds like an insult."

"It's not — I love it, we all love it, we go crazy having you take charge in bed, and when you shot me that killer look before the dance... mmm, I melted a little inside. But some people can't, or don't want to be like that. There's more than one way to love."

"I still feel bad for him."

"Not bad enough to make me stop."

"I wanted to give you what you wanted."

"And you were loving how she was rubbing all over you. I have eyes, Nick."

"Okay, fine, it was turning me on since the car, but I still feel for the guy."

"And that's exactly why I love you. But trust me — you're doing him a favor."

"Present continuous?"

"Oh yeah. They're just getting started, and Eve has a whole lot left to explore around here — assuming she ever regains consciousness."

"How do you know all this stuff? Not that you were super sexually adventurous before all of us met, I don't think, but you're handling all this incredibly well."

She shrugged. "I'm good with people. I'm good at getting what I want. Two and two."

"You're incredible."

"Flatterer."

"Pervert."