Tyler has his way with her

Chloe’s mind reeled as Tyler’s thick tongue invaded her mouth again. He tasted sour—garlic, soda, and something faintly metallic that turned her stomach. Up close, his skin was oily, his breath hot and heavy against her face. She found him utterly gross, unappealing in every way: the way his heavy belly pressed against her, the sweat already beading on his forehead, the crude grunts he made between sloppy kisses. Nothing like Josh’s clean, athletic warmth. Yet she let him continue, her soft lips moving reluctantly against his, her diamond earrings swaying with each forced tilt of her head.

Tyler’s hand squeezed her breast harder through the red dress, pinching the nipple until she winced. “Mmm, these tits are even better than they looked last time,” he muttered, breaking the kiss to bury his face in her cleavage. Chloe’s gold necklace shifted as he nuzzled her, leaving a wet trail on her skin. She fought the urge to push him away, her perfectly toned body rigid with disgust. Just a little longer. For Aaron. Then never again.

Across the room, Kayla’s jealousy boiled over. The mousy girl had been half-heartedly kissing Aaron, but watching Tyler grope the stunning blonde sent her over the edge. “Fuck this,” Kayla snarled. “If she’s putting on a show, I’m not sitting here like a loser.” She shoved Aaron back against the couch and climbed onto his lap, her hands immediately roaming over his overweight frame. Aaron’s eyes widened in shock, but he didn’t stop her.

Kayla’s mean streak turned hungry. She ground against him, groping his chest and belly before yanking his pants open with surprising aggression. “Let’s see what you’ve got, loser,” she sneered. Aaron was already hard from watching Chloe. Kayla wrapped her bony fingers around him and started stroking roughly. Within moments, she slid down between his knees, her stringy hair falling forward as she took him into her mouth. Wet, slurping sounds filled the basement as she bobbed her head aggressively, sucking him off with jealous intensity. Aaron groaned, one hand tentatively resting on her head.

Tyler noticed and laughed cruelly against Chloe’s neck. “Look at that. Your boyfriend’s finally getting some. Now it’s our turn, princess.”

Chloe’s heart pounded with dread. “Tyler… I think we’ve proven enough,” she whispered, her voice gentle and shaky. But he wasn’t listening. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto his lap so she straddled him. The red dress rode up her thighs, bunching around her waist and exposing her smooth legs and the edge of her panties. She could feel his hardness pressing against her through his pants—thick, insistent, and repulsive.

“Take it out,” he ordered, eyes dark with lust.

Chloe hesitated, her blue eyes filled with reluctance. She found everything about him unappealing: the way his belly spilled over his belt, the acne on his cheeks, the entitled smirk. But Aaron’s moans across the room reminded her why she was here. With trembling fingers, she reached down and freed him. He was shorter but very thick, already leaking. The sight made her stomach turn.

Tyler didn’t wait. He yanked her panties aside and positioned himself at her entrance. “Ride me, Chloe. Show me you’re really his slutty girlfriend.”

She bit her lip. “Please… just this once,” she breathed. Then, slowly, reluctantly, she lowered herself onto him.

The stretch was immediate and uncomfortable. He was thick enough to make her gasp, filling her in a way that felt invasive and wrong. Chloe’s hands braced on his shoulders as she sank down, her gold pumps dangling off her feet. The red dress pooled around her hips like a discarded banner of elegance. Tyler groaned loudly, his hands gripping her ass under the fabric.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted. “Way better than Kayla.”

Chloe began to move, rising and falling in a slow, reluctant rhythm. Each downward motion sent a wave of unwelcome sensation through her. She hated how full she felt, hated the wet sounds their bodies made, hated the way his belly jiggled slightly beneath her. Her long blonde hair swayed with the motion, diamond earrings sparkling mockingly in the dim light. She kept her eyes closed, trying to pretend it was anyone else, but Tyler’s crude comments shattered the illusion.

“Faster, baby. Bounce on that dick.” His hands guided her hips, forcing her to pick up speed. Chloe complied, her toned thighs flexing as she rode him. The gold necklace bounced between her breasts with every thrust. Disgust rolled through her in waves—she found him physically repulsive, yet her body responded with unwanted wetness, making the slide easier. Shame burned her cheeks.

Across the room, Kayla was going wild on Aaron. Jealousy had turned her feral. She sucked him sloppily, drool running down her chin, while her hands groped his balls and stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Aaron was panting, overwhelmed by the sudden attention. “Chloe…” he moaned, eyes locked on the blonde beauty riding his bully.

Tyler noticed and laughed. “Hear that? He’s still thinking about you while she sucks him dry.” He thrust up harder, making Chloe whimper. One hand slipped under her dress to rub her clit roughly. Despite herself, sparks of unwanted pleasure mixed with the revulsion. She hated it. Hated him. But she kept riding, her gold pumps now kicked off, bare feet pressing into the couch for leverage.

“Tell me how much you love it,” Tyler demanded, slapping her ass.

“I… I love it,” Chloe lied softly, her voice breaking. The red dress clung to her sweat-dampened skin, outlining every curve of her breathtaking body. She rose and fell faster now, impaling herself on his thick cock again and again. The basement filled with the sounds of sex—wet slapping, Kayla’s aggressive slurping, Aaron’s groans, and Tyler’s grunts.

Kayla pulled off Aaron with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening shaft. “My turn to ride too,” she announced meanly. She shoved Aaron flat and mounted him, guiding him inside her with a satisfied hiss. Soon both couples were fucking in tandem, the basement echoing with moans.

Tyler gripped Chloe’s hips tighter, forcing her down harder. “Look at you, dressed like a princess but fucking me like a whore.” His encouragement made Chloe’s stomach lurch with guilt, but she kept moving, her inner walls clenching around him involuntarily. She found every part of Tyler gross—his sweat, his smell, the way he drooled while watching her breasts bounce—but the relentless friction was building something she didn’t want.

“Tyler… slow down,” she gasped, but he only grinned and thrust up harder.

Chloe’s hands pressed against his chest for balance, feeling the soft give of his body beneath her fingers. She hated it. She hated how her red dress was now bunched uselessly around her waist, how her gold necklace bounced obscenely, how her diamond earrings swayed with each bounce. Yet she rode him, driven by that same naïve kindness that always got her into these situations.

Aaron came first with a loud groan, filling Kayla as she ground down on him triumphantly. Kayla laughed meanly, glancing over at Chloe. “See? Even losers can get laid.”

Tyler wasn’t far behind. He pulled Chloe down hard, burying himself deep as he started to pulse inside her. “Fuck yes—take it all,” he growled. Chloe whimpered, feeling the warmth flood her. The sensation pushed her over the edge too, an unwanted orgasm ripping through her despite the disgust. Her body shuddered on top of him, blonde hair wild, red dress ruined, elegant jewelry contrasting the filthy act.

She collapsed against his chest, breathing hard. Tyler patted her ass possessively. “Good girl. Maybe we’ll do this again.”

Chloe said nothing. The reluctance and shame crushed her. She had done it—gone much further than she ever intended—all to help Aaron. As she slowly lifted herself off Tyler, feeling his release trickle down her thigh, she wondered how she would ever wash away the memory. The basement felt smaller, the air heavier. Aaron looked at her with grateful, dazed eyes. Kayla smirked triumphantly.

This was supposed to be the last time. But as Chloe smoothed her red dress down with trembling hands, retrieving her gold pumps, she feared it was only the beginning of something far worse.