Peeking In

You carefully crack open the door, peeking in at Sam’s desk. Though she is mostly blocked by her chair, you can see her legs are spread wide, and her head is thrown back as she moans, her long blue hair cascading over the back of the headrest.

You can see her hands are down between her legs, but one thing you don’t see is Fae. The title screen music of the game plays softly from the TV, and you risk sneaking fully into the room. As you move around to the side, careful to stay out of Sam’s sight-line, you finally spot your girlfriend. Curled up underneath the huge desk, her mop of red hair is shoved firmly into Sam’s crotch, tattooed and ringed hands holding her in place. Sam is topless as well, and her massive breasts are heaving as she grinds herself into Fae’s lips.

You lick your lips as you watch the sapphic display. Sam’s nipples were pierced - of course they were, she had dozens of other piercings - and her alt-girl look was exciting to you - Fae rarely dressed up and wasn’t a fan of body art, at least on herself.

Sam relented on Fae for a moment, and she was able to raise her pale face for air. She spots you, and gives you a sly smile before diving back in, her efforts redoubled. The glance isn’t subtle enough, however, and Sam tilts her head, barely surprised to see you.

“Don’t worry , she has a pillow for her knees down there, I’m usually the one sucking at Tyler in this chair. Now, though, I think we’ve found a much better arrangement. Tell him, kitten.”

Fae lifted up to speak. “Sam says I can be on her channel now, and she’ll pay me some of the ad money! But in return for this great opportunity, I have to…. Um… help out Sam and Tyler. So anytime anyone is in this chair, they can just ring this little bell,” she taps a small bell mounted near the front of the table, “and I’ll climb on down here!”

“That’s right you little pet” Sam says as she shoves Fae back down. “You’re welcome to use the setup too, when we aren’t busy, that is. In the meantime, care to help your girl settle in?” She gestures underneath the desk.

Not one to waste an opportunity, you crawl beneath the desk and Sam opens her legs wider. The little pubic hair she has kept is dyed the same blue as her hair. Fae looks dazed. The smell of pussy down here is overwhelming, and Fae is worn out. You push her aside, and set your own tongue to work on Sam’s pussy. She is surprisingly tasty, and you quickly build up a pace, fingering her once you find a sweet spot with your tongue.

Sam’s breath is short now, and you can tell she’s getting close. Having given Fae some recovery time, you crawl out from under the desk and take a risk, popping out your cock right in Sam’s face. Luckily, Fae takes the hint, and dives in with fresh vigor; overwhelmed by the sensation, Sam barely flinches as your dick approaches her face, and starts licking your shaft in between moans. As you reach climax, you give her just enough warning for her to direct your shots at her breasts. You splatter them, managing to nearly fully glaze one of the huge mounds. Soon after, Sam quakes, clenching her legs around Fae’s tiny head as she cums. When her orgasm subsides, she pulls Fae from under the table, and sets her to licking your cum off her tits.

Fae and Sam both draw out the process, and by the time the two of you are ready to return to your room, you’re rock hard again. Fae notices, and the moment you are back in the room, she lays you down and begins riding you. Her pace is fast, and she slams herself down with more energy than you’re used to, like she’s **** to extract more cum. She isn’t touching herself as she rides either, and only reaches down to fondle your balls.

“This is what I want. Fuck, did you hear how she spoke to me? It’s my JOB to crawl under that desk. It’s my ROLE to make people cum. Fuck, sir, is this what I’m for? Is this why I want to fuck all the time? So I can relieve everyone around me? Am I just a tool for sexual release? Oh please tell me that’s what I am! Please tell me that’s what you want from meeeeeee!” She screams, cumming from her own realization, but she doesn’t stop bouncing on you.

Inspired, you growl back, “That’s exactly what you are. Did you see how easy those two made you their plaything? I think this is exactly what you are for. In fact, ANY time someone comes on to you, or propositions you, or even looks at you the right way, I want you to offer yourself to them. I want you collecting loads from everyone in this house whenever they demand it. Tomorrow, I want you over there fucking those frat boys, and I want you serving Sam and Tyler at least twice a day each.”

Fae shudders, her orgasm drawing out as you pull her in and tell her exactly what she wants to hear. “From now on, you aren’t my girlfriend. From now on, for anyone in this house who wants you, you are group property.”