Tessa’s turn

Barry stared down at Millie, whose blank gaze was directed at nowhere as her body continued to tremble in the afterglow of the absolute fucking she’d just received.

He turned to Tessa with a predatory grin on his face. The girl had stood still as he fucked Millie‘s brains out, and even if she didn’t admit it, Barry knew that she would be sopping wet underneath that dress.

He’d won completely, and now was the time to claim his reward.

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Millie was starting to come back to reality, down from the pleasure-induced high she had been in.

Sound came back first. Meat slapping together. Tessa moaning in delight. Barry grunting with his exertions. Tessa’s screams as she came.

Then sight as Millie’s eyes refocused and adjusted. Tessa getting wheelbarrowed by Barry, with an absolutely slutty expression on her face as she did so, her beautiful hair pooling and collecting on the floor. Tessa’s arms trembling every time she came, threatening to make her fall.

“FUUCKKKKKKKK!!! SOOOO D-DEEEEEPPPPPP!” Tessa screamed incoherently, fucked in every sense of the word.

“Ha! So, learnt your lesson yet, slut?”

“Yes... I’m just a common whore who’s no match for the Barrower! I was always gonna lose and get pounded like the slut I am!”

“Damn right!”

Finally, sense came back to Millie, as the sequence of events of the night came back to her and she realized their significance. How Tessa and she had been utterly humiliated and dominated by Barry, as they played into the palm of his hands.

And as Barry came inside Tes and a final scream of pleasure came from the beauty, the three of them all knew that it signaled Barry’s complete victory.

One could find a photo of the night on the Barrower’s blog later on; depicting Millie and Tessa, nude on the bed, and with cum on the sheets beneath their pussies, and the photo was captioned with “The Barrower’s new sluts”.

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