It's too good...

Even knowing the consequences, there is nothing you can do. You are completely paralyzed, barely able to breathe. If Sam can make you feel this good, would it really be so bad to be his ****? What else is there in the world, if you could never feel this again? Thinking rationally, you might have laughed at such logic. But there are no rational thoughts left in you. Embracing pleasure, embracing your fate, you embrace Sam. You squeeze him with your arms and clench your legs around his waist. You briefly wonder if he will feel guilty, aftwerwards. You had come here to help him deal with his ex, and here you are, forcing him to cum inside of you, to do something so unspeakable to you. But Sam does not resist. He must have given in to the desire as well, and you are hardly in a position to blame him.

You barely even notice as Sam's orgasm begins, as it lets loose an entirely new pleasure within you. Your orgasm is still ongoing, but it is puny compared to this new joy. Master is here. He is taking pleasure from you. You weakly squeal as Master rams into you again and again, releasing His blessing into you. The perfect moment seems to last forever, but as Master's orgasm fades, so does yours. The mist that had clouded your mind disappears in an instant, leaving you ready to obey. As Master sets you down, grinning, He speaks to you: "You are mine, ****." And of course, it is true. You become aware of something else. A pounding at the door.

"Sam! Open the fucking door or I'm going to kick it down!" You think you recognize the voice, but that can't be right. Master's is the only voice you've ever heard, this shower the only place you'd ever been. Master rolls His eyes and groans. "So fucking impatient," He says under His breath, "****! Go let her in!" Though it pains you to turn your back on Master, He has given you an order. You rush over to the front door, drenched in irrelevant water and sweat and cum. You open the door with a smile. A woman stands there, blond, big-breasted and pink-clad. Just Master's type, you know. "Hah! Couldn't go one night without spreading your legs, could you Cindy? You've finally learned your place!" The name holds no meaning to you, and neither does the insult. You just keep smiling. Master steps into the room behind you, and the woman pushes past you. She runs at Master and embraces Him. They make out passionately. You feel not a hint of jealousy. Master loves Her, and so, so do you.