Missing Him

It had been a whole month since Michael and I had sex and I was going insane. I missed his touch, the way he filled me up, the way he looked at me like he owned me. My body ached for him. Every time I sat still too long, I'd feel my pussy clench and throb with need. I couldn't even concentrate. I was soaked constantly. Dripping.

Today was worse.

The moment I got home I felt it, a thick warm trickle of arousal leaking from between my thighs. I was dizzy from it. All I could think about was Michael's dick stretching me open. I wanted to touch myself so badly. My clothes came off fast and the second I lay on the bed, my fingers slipped down my belly heading straight for my pussy lips.

I was already wet. Too wet.

The moment I touched myself, my body jolted. I moaned. Loud. Fuck, I whispered, eyes fluttering shut. My mind flooded with the memory of our last session, how he had me spread open, pounding into me while I rubbed my clit, moaning into his ear, begging him to fuck me harder. I'd orgasmed again and again until I could barely breathe. He'd pulled out and painted my boobs, my face, with thick hot cum.

My fingers worked faster and I gasped, my hips lifting to meet them. Then I felt another hand, warm, sure, not my own, press between my thighs.

My eyes flew open.

But no one was there.

Was I that deep in my fantasy?

The hand stroked me again, slow and deliberate, and I whimpered. My mind was spinning. I imagined a dick rubbing against my soaked folds, teasing me. My legs shook as it pressed against me, not inside, just gliding, letting me feel the weight, the heat. My orgasm ripped through me, sudden and blinding. I cried out, body arching.

When I opened my eyes for real I gasped.

Austin, Michael's friend, stood there. Shirtless. Hard. Watching me. His dick was massive, wet with my slick.

Did you just, I started, but my voice died in my throat. The shame hit first. Then something else, hunger.

I was still panting, pussy still clenching. And the way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour me, made my knees weak. I needed more. Without thinking, I knelt and took him into my mouth, tasting my own arousal on him. I sucked like a good girl, slow then deep, and he groaned, fingers buried in my hair. He came fast, thick spurts filling my mouth, and I swallowed every drop.

He zipped up and left. I didn't stop him. I couldn't.

The next day I swore I'd erase the memory with Michael's dick. But my body betrayed me, craving not just him, but that same rough edge. That chaos. That filth.

I was still soaked when I heard a knock. Michael stood at the door with two friends. My stomach flipped. He didn't look angry. He looked aroused. I saw the video, he said. Austin recorded everything.

His friend was already stroking his cock behind him, eyes dark with lust.

I looked at Michael, waiting for a reaction. He nodded.

So I knelt.

I crawled to his friend and wrapped my lips around his cock, teasing the head with my tongue while moaning. Austin came behind me, gripping my tits. I rubbed my clit with one hand, caught between them, aching for more.

Michael stood watching, breathing heavy. Good girl, he said, voice low.

I came again, just from the attention.

But they weren't done.

Austin bent me over the table and thrust inside me from behind. I gasped, my hands gripping the edge. Michael walked over and slid two fingers between my legs while I was being fucked, rubbing my clit just right.

Yes, he whispered. Take that dick.

I lost control. My legs shook violently as I squirted around Austin's cock. I collapsed to the floor, breathless.

Michael wasn't finished. He pulled out a chain, locked it around my wrists. You're ours tonight.

They took turns, my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I came so hard I lost count. I convulsed, whimpering, but still begging for more.

When it was finally over, Michael knelt between my legs, licking my swollen pussy. I cried out, overstimulated, trying to push him away, but he held me down, licking deeper.

You taste like all three of us, he growled. From now on, you serve my friends.

My pussy clenched at his words.

I climbed into his lap, still shaking, and rode him till he came inside me.

I knew I'd never be the same again.