The seed

Oh God, keep going,” I moaned as you fucked me. We had been friends for years, but it had grown into friends with benefits, and I loved it.

You kissed my neck, “Keep fucking you or telling you how much I want to see you give in to them?” you asked me as you slid up and down my body, we were both sweating and panting in arousal as your cock slid between my wet lips.

“Both, God, please both,” I panted back.

You grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to nibble my exposed neck. "I know you want to give into your slutty desires, your dark urges, to be used by men, not just me, and be pushed into those depraved recesses of your fantasies you love so much.”

I shuddered, feeling so close as you continued. “You want to submit to men, let them do things to you, feel you up,” you said as you grabbed my breast roughly, and I moaned, “fuck you, cover you with their cum, fill you with their cum.”

I tensed as I came, “God, yes, so hot,” I choked out through my orgasm.

“I want to see it as well,” your voice was tense, my spasming cunt must have brought you close, “to see you kneeling in submission as men use your face as their fuck hole. See what you beg for so that they will use you.”

I wrapped my legs around you tightly, pulling you into me as your cock throbbed. “Yes,” I screamed, “I want it, I want it so bad,” I moaned as you came in me, filling me.”

You joined me in my orgasm before collapsing on top of me, both of us panting. After a few moments, you rolled off me and smiled, “So, did you mean that?” you asked.

Post-orgasmic shame washed over me, but with a significant slant of arousal, “Are you serious?” I asked you.

“Come on, Sylvie, we’ve been talking about testing your kinks for months. Don’t you want to try it? Don’t you want to see if you want to be used by men and submit to them?”

I felt the twinge of arousal grow, “Maybe we should talk in the morning,” I said.

You rolled over and kissed me, “I think you would be incredible,” you complimented me. “And I would be there every step of the way, watching over you.”

I laughed, “Yeah, masturbating in the corner as a group of men cover me in so much cum I look like a ghost.” I joked.

We climbed out of bed and had a shower, we didn’t always stay the night, but it felt right today, so I curled up in your bed with you, wondering if you were serious or if it was just aroused pillow talk.

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