The Hotel Key: A Threesome Fantasy

The Hotel Key: A Threesome Fantasy at VXN Fest

I'm really not sure where I'm headed. First, I already got off on the wrong floor. Twice. With a significant elevator bump, I'm now on Floor 8 (finally), and the hallways don't seem to flow in an organized way.

Room 808.

How come this room is so damn hard to find?

I have been on my feet all day, and my legs are sore. I'm so glad I decided not to wear heels.

The pain was worth it though.

The first day of VXN Fest was very dope. I visited dozens of booths and met some of my all-time voice-acting idols; Delphine Arno, Renna Mori, Lilith Crane. Insanely talented heavy hitters on some of the best anime of all time. Yes, they're all women. That's the best part of VXN Fest--there's such a spread of talented female artists and actors doing great work and so many of them showed up.

Including my favorite. Hands-down, my favorite voice actress; Sasha Cross.

She was electric at the panel for (you guessed it, my favorite anime,) Corpse Garden. She was in cosplay and everything. A sleek black dress that clutched to her divine body. One of the straps kept falling down, and I couldn't stop watching her hand as she lazily went to pull it back up across her striking collarbone. Every time it happened I was secretly wishing it'd fall just a little too far.

Sadly, that never occurred.

And her voice. That heavenly, devious, strawberry-sweet voice. It made me want to crumple and beg and listen to her talk until I went insane. She did some of her character voices and I thought I was going to die.

As she held the mic and smoothed her dress, I couldn't take my eyes off of the curves of her. She was all curves. Her breasts were petite but so fucking perky. The cleavage she showed drew the attention of everyone around her. I saw like three dudes staring, and dozens of women.

When she finished one of her famous monologues (where her character is seducing the villain in order to save her friends,) she even turned around to show her ass to the crowd. She finished the line;

"Why don't you just take me then?"

And raised her ass in the air. I don't know if she meant to, but I could see just the smallest wink of a black thong between the smooth crack of her ass.

I have to admit, it really turned me on. I didn't even realize what was happening--I had never really fantasized about her before, but seeing her in person... hearing that voice--so inviting and playful, and yet deeply powerful.

I realized, a little embarrassed, a little surprised, that I was wet.

And not just a little spot on my panties. I was like, fully aroused. I had to check to make sure my jeans weren't getting soaked. Even my nipples seemed to respond to her. I could feel them begging to peek out through the fabric of my bra. I shivered.

After the panel, I decided to hit the bathroom and make sure I hadn't made a total wreck of myself. On the way, just as I was about to reach out for the bathroom door, a man bumped into me. He looked about my age; maybe twenty-five or a little older. And not just cute either:

This dude was hot. Like, oh my god please put your hands around my throat hot.

I was still a bit embarrassed from nearly soaking my pants, and startled by his sudden appearance that the words that my mouth found a mind of its own:

"Yo, watch where you're going dude," I said with my eyebrows narrowed.

I almost regretted it, and then I saw that he didn't look the least apologetic.

"Hey, you bumped into me," he said, his hands thrown wide.

I was startled by his brashness.

How dare he! Where do men find the audacity?

But I couldn't get over just how fucking attractive he was. Dark hair, a bit on the longer side, one tangle he kept brushing out of deeply green eyes. And of course, he was wearing a Corpse Garden t-shirt.

I decided to change the tone.

"Well, maybe we can call it a draw then," I said. I turned to the bathroom, careful to pull my pants up high on my waist as my back was to him. These jeans are the best pair I own. My ass in them is absolute kryptonite. I feel the denim climb up the crack of my ass, my cheeks taught and held before they bounce down playfully.

It works.

"Wait," he says. A little too urgently.

I smile, facing away.

"Let me buy you a drink or something. I'll make it up to you."

"Maybe," I said, and went into the bathroom.

It took everything in me to walk away.

I had to play it safe. Hot dudes like this... it's too easy for them. They get so much pussy. I don't want him to think he holds all the cards just yet. Maybe later.

When I sit on the toilet I can see the wetness still standing out on my panties. God, there's even more than I thought. The thought turns me on again. And the combination of the hot guy just outside the door, I'm really, really aroused.

I don't even need to pee. But I'm dripping.

"Fuck," I whisper to myself as my fingers touch the wetness between my legs.

Not now. You are not about to masturbate on this fucking public toilet.

But I can't help it.

Just a little.

I stifle a moan as my hand spreads my lips.

Oh god, I could almost come right now.

My fingers rise up my pussy to the lift of my clit, and I push down into the soft flesh.

The feeling is like a wave crashing. Heat explodes from my body and I feel my cheeks flush. My mouth drops open like it needs something to fill it.

I can't remember being this turned on.

Then I remember the hot guy.

Shit! Why the hell am I doing this when there's a possibility I could have that guy's cock inside of me?

I quickly pull my pants up. The tension I feel as the wet fabric clutches at my pussy shoots a fresh wetness into my panties. I groan as I pick up my purse.

Then I see something in there that I don't recognize.

It's a hotel keycard. For this hotel.

That's weird. I'm not staying at this hotel...?

The card is nestled into a small paper envelope with the number 808 on it.

Huh. So strange. Where did this card come from?

I ignore it for the time being. Gotta find that guy.

But when I leave the bathroom, he's gone.

Shit. I took to long. Ugh, why am I always like this? I had such a good shot.

I wander around for a while, looking for him at other panels, but sadly, never saw him again. At the end of the night, when all the booths start closing, I decide to get a drink at the bar.

He's not there.

I sip a tequila soda and glance around, watch the people milling about.

And then I remember the room key.

Maybe it belonged to him? It's crazy, I know. Probably not.

But I'm way too horny to not at least investigate it.

So... that's how I wound up here, lost in this labyrinthian maze of the eighth floor.

I finally find the right string of doors.

801, 802...

And then, I see him.

The dude that bumped into me.

I feel relief and excitement... and then confusion as he looks at me with a similarly bewildered look.

"Did you slip me this room key?" He asks, smiling a little.

What? He got a room key too? What the fuck is happening right now?

We meet in front of 807, one room away from our final destination.

"Um... no, what? I thought you put this one in my purse?" I pull it out and show him.

"What the hell?" He blinks at the key. At me. At his key. "This is fucking weird."

I laugh nervously.

"This is... obviously some kind of a setup right? Why would someone plant keys on just the two of us?"

We both look around and neither of us see anyone coming. I look back at him and put out my hand.

"Cassie."

He shakes it. His hands are deliciously rough. Like he works with his hands or plays an instrument or something. Whatever the reason. I like it.

"Jace."

"You stood me up Jace," I say with mock anger. "What happened to that drink?"

"Yeah, I know," he says. "My bad. My buddy insisted on dragging me to another panel, and then I looked for you at the bar, but..."

"Must have just missed you, I didn't see you anywhere," I shrug.

"So," he says with a widening grin. "You were looking for me huh?"

I blush, just for a moment, and regain my composure.

"Sure, maybe. But, it's really too bad for you--If you had gotten me drunk I was gonna let you fuck--"

I have just enough time to see him blush as the door to 808 opens. A head peeks out and a bright, lovely voice floats through the hall.

"Well, you two are getting along quite nicely aren't you?"

We both turn.

It's her.

No fucking way.

It's goddamn fucking Sasha Cross.

I have to stifle a girlish squeak.

"Oh shit," Jace says. "Sasha Cross?"

"In the flesh," she says lazily, stretching her arm and flicking her wrist into the hall. "Now get inside you two." Her voice is syrupy and low, sweet with something sinister beneath it. She steps back, hips swaying like she knows we're watching, and we follow her in--like lambs to the kind of slaughter I want.

I register a moment of hesitation in myself and Jace. But I'm speechless. Enthralled. My all time favorite idol is speaking to me.

And she wants me to come into her hotel room? Are you fucking kidding me?

The answer is yes, even though I can't bring the words to my lips. Instead, Jace and I follow her in. No matter what this woman says, I'm gonna obey.

She's still wearing that hauntingly beautiful black dress, and the strap has slipped down again. I remember the thong beneath it and my legs quiver.

There's just no way. This isn't real. I'm having some kind of dream or I'm in a hospital bed deep in some coma, or I'm dead.

I don't care what this is. All I know, is I am all in. All the fucking way.

We step inside wordlessly.

Well, I'm wordless at least. I can't seem to get any sounds out of my mouth.

I can hear Jace whispering, almost murmuring to himself "holyshitholyshitholyshit."

The door clicks behind us.

It's pleasantly warm in here. There's a small amber light in the corner, casting shadows.

There's a bottle of wine. Three glasses.

She pops the cork and begins to pour.

"Cassie, right?" The words come out like honey. I shiver.

"Y-Yes... how--how did you know my name?

Suddenly she's beside me, pressing a wine glass into my hand and whispering in my ear.

At first she doesn't say anything.

Just breathes. And breathes.

It tickles my ear. Her lips are almost on my earlobe.

"Name-tag," she says, and chuckles. She flicks the plastic lanyard against my chest, that yes, indeed does have my name on it. Right there.

I'm an idiot.

My heart hammers in my chest.

"And you must be Jace," she says casually, turning her attention to him. She hands him a glass of wine.

He nods, trying to play it cool, but his jaw twitches. He's flustered, and I get the sudden delicious sense that I'm not the only one with a crush here. He drinks nervously.

Sasha turns back toward the center of the suite and gestures lazily with her glass. "Make yourselves comfortable."

There's a couch and two chairs. She sinks into one, legs crossed. The slit in her dress hikes up dangerously, revealing more smooth thigh than should legally be allowed. I perch on the edge of the couch. Jace sits next to me, tense in that boyish, eager way that makes me want to fuck with him.

Sasha raises her glass. "To fate. Or randomness. Or a very well-placed keycard."

We clink. I sip, but I can barely taste the wine over my own heartbeat.

"I saw you today," she says to me, tilting her head slightly. "At the panel. You were front row, weren't you?"

I blink. "Yeah. I--I loved it. You were incredible."

She smiles like a secret. "You were watching me very closely."

I open my mouth and close it again.

"Don't worry," she says. "I was watching you too."

I glance over at Jace. His pupils are blown. He doesn't know where to look--at her, at me, at the wine, at his dick probably doing jumping jacks in his pants. He takes a big sip.

Sasha leans forward. "I've got a confession. I picked you both. Not randomly, not on a dare. I saw you at the panel, Cassie. And I saw you spill that drink on yourself in the bar, Jace.                            

You cleaned it up like it was nothing, but the stain was very... lower thigh."

He chuckles nervously.

She stands slowly, setting her glass down. "I don't usually do this kind of thing."

I don't believe that for a second.

"But you were both so damn pretty. And I've had a long day. And honestly..." she sighs,              

"I'm not really interested in talking about work any more. Is that okay?"

She doesn't really need an answer, but we give her one.

We both nod ferociously. No explanation needed.

The dress slips as she walks. She doesn't bother to fix it this time. Her ass is a rhythm in motion. The fabric is pulling and rippling across the lift of her breasts, the length of her stomach, the taught curve of her ass. She moves to a speaker on the bar and taps it. Soft, pulsing music fills the room--nothing cheesy, just bass and breath and something low and cinematic.

Then she turns around and begins to dance.

It's not some showy pole routine. It's slow. Intentional. Erotic in a way that's not about impressing, but about power. She sways as she lifts the other strap of her dress off her shoulder, letting it fall.

She's is not wearing a bra.

Her tits are perfect. Small, high, tight against her body. The way she moves, they hardly jiggle--just bounce slightly with each motion. The nipples are on the smaller side, dark and very erect. Her body casts a haunting shadow on the wall. She cups her tits, pinches her nipples, moaning softly as if just to herself.

My mouth goes dry as my eyes travel down.

Oh. My. God.

The black thong.

It is barely a garment. And yet, it's covering such a delicious crease between her legs.

She looks at me. "This view isn't free little girl." And then, suddenly.

"Take your shirt off, Cassie."

My pulse stutters. But I obey. It's not even a question of my compliance.

I set my wine down and peel my top off, aware of Jace's eyes crawling all over me. My nipples are already hard. I'm not even wearing a bra.

Sasha smiles like she just won something.

Jace is staring a hole into me. His eyes blink back and forth between the two beautiful, very aroused women.

The air is thicker somehow, heavier. Hot.

"Now touch them. For me." Sasha's voice is thick and she moans the words out. Her tone is almost hypnotic. My fingers move before my brain has time to process the command.

I am going to lose my mind if this keeps going. Fully, criminally insane.

My fingers find my breasts. I roll my nipples between them, gasping at how sensitive I am. My cunt throbs with each motion, my panties have never been less dry. I don't even try to hide it.

Sasha turns to Jace. "She's such a good girl, isn't she?"

Oh fuck. I love being a good girl. I want to be the best girl. I'll behave so well.

He nods. She gestures to him.

"Your turn. Take yours off too."

He pulls off his Corpse Garden t-shirt. He's toned, muscular but lean, a dusting of hair across his chest. His cock is clearly hard beneath his jeans.

"You want to see him stroke it, don't you?" Sasha murmurs to me.

I nod dumbly.

I want to watch him stroke his cock. Both of them--dear god--they are truly, so good-looking. I want him. I want her.

I leak a little more into my pants.

"Say it."

"I want to watch you stroke your cock, Jace."

He shudders like he might come from that alone. Sasha laughs and steps closer, standing behind him now, her hands on his shoulders.

"Do what she says."

He unzips. The fabric slides down. His cock springs free. It's big. Thick. I bite my lip. His head is well defined and I can see the veins stand out on his shaft. We're only a few feet from each other on the couch, and I can see everything.

"Slower," I say. "Grip it tight. Stroke from the base."

He follows my words perfectly. His hand moves over himself with aching precision.

Sasha looks down at me, amused. "You've done this before."

I nod. "Just never for an audience."

She leans in close, whispering so only I can hear. "I know something that helps with stage fright." She picks up my wine glass, and dips her finger into it. She sits between us on the couch.                            

Without looking at him, she says, "Jace, stand up and sit naked on one of the chairs opposite us."

He stands, and somehow Sasha knows he took his hand from his cock.

"Don't!" She says, her eyes fixed on me, but speaking playfully to him. "Don't stop stroking it unless she tells you."

His hand returns to his cock immediately as his pants fall to the floor. He's entirely naked now, and Jesus he is big. I imagine him inside of me, filling me up. I barely have time to fantasize before Sasha speaks to me.

"Now be a good girl and open your mouth."

My heart is racing. I'm starting to see where I want this to go.

"Make sure you're watching closely Jace," I say.

Sasha nods approvingly. Jace has slowed his pace down. I can tell he's already in agony. I decide not to tell on him. Yet.

"No more talking for now. Taste my fingers."

She dips her index finger deep into the wine glass and brings it to my bottom lip. The alcohol is sweet and I can taste the slight salt of her skin.

It's fucking delicious.

A bit of wine drips down her finger.

"Oops, can't have that," she says. And then her finger is inside my mouth. I close my lips around her finger.

She moans. My mouth fills with saliva.

"That's right. Just like that," she says. I can feel her prodding around in my mouth, around my tongue, my cheeks. She's massaging the inside of my mouth, and I imagine what it would feel like to have her fingers in the growing need of my holes.

"Mmmm, you like it when I play with your mouth, don't you?"

She removes her finger with a small *pop,* and places two fingers in the glass.

She swirls her fingers in the wine, slow and deliberate, and this time, when she brings them to my lips, she uses two.

"Wider, baby," she murmurs, and I obey. I open my mouth for her, like I've been waiting for this all my life. Her fingers slide in, pressing down on my tongue, then curling just slightly toward the roof of my mouth.

I moan around them. It's instinct now.

Across from me, Jace's hand stutters just a little, and Sasha hears it. "Don't slow down," she purrs without turning. "You'll miss the best part."

Then, quietly, into my ear: "You like being watched, don't you?"

I nod, lips still parted. She smirks, presses her fingers down harder until I gag, just once, and my body jumps.

"Be good for me." Her voice is silk-wrapped steel. "Let's see how much of a mess you're willing to make."

She pulls her fingers free and spreads the slick across my lips like gloss. I feel dizzy with the need to be touched.

She grabs the wine glass. Pulls my head back by my hair, and pours the wine down my throat.

I get it down without choking, and she smiles.

"Very very good, I'm so proud of you."

I'm filled with pleasure, and the wine makes my head spin perfectly.

But I want to be drunk on pussy and cock.

But Sasha's already standing again, this time turning toward Jace.

"Let's give her a better view, hm?" She stalks toward him, not hurried, and takes his chin between two fingers. "Stand up," she tells him. "Hands behind your back."

He obeys. His cock is flushed and leaking now, hard as fuck, twitching slightly as she circles him like a predator.

"Cassie," she says without turning. "Come kneel. Right here."

My body moves before my brain catches up. The carpet's soft under my knees but I barely notice. Sasha steps behind him, drags a single fingernail up the back of his thigh, over his ass, and then--

"Oh," I gasp.

She's gripping his hair, pulling his head back just slightly. She leans down and whispers something I can't hear. Then, to me: "You're going to lick the tip. Just once. That's all for now."

I hesitate, trembling, then reach forward. Her hand tightens in his hair. I press my lips to the head of his cock and drag my tongue over it, slow and indulgent. He groans, head tilting back, and Sasha hums in approval.

"There," she says. "Now you're both mine."

She lets go of him and steps back.

She turns away from us and runs her hands all over her body.

Jace's cock twitches next to my dripping mouth.

She bends over in front of us, and pulls her thong to the side. What it was hiding is pink, perfect and hungry.

"Oh god," Jace mutters.

She slides the thong to the floor, bending over and spreading her ass like a whore. She shakes it back and forth obscenely. I can see her spread lips glistening with slick.

"Mmmmm," she purrs. "Get a good look you two. Now, stay there."

Sasha crawls onto the couch and spreads her legs. "I want you both to watch while I play with my pussy."

And holy fuck, do we watch.

My jeans are clutching tight against the swelling heat between my legs. The sensation is both powerfully stimulating and claustrophobic with need.

I don't blink. I don't breathe. My hands are frozen on my thighs, knuckles white, barely keeping myself from reaching down to rub the dripping ache between my legs.

She doesn't rush.

Sasha leans back against the cushions. Her legs spread wider, knees falling open until the soft folds of her cunt are fully exposed. Every inch glistens in the low amber light.

Her fingers are slow. Two at first, trailing gently up the inside of her thigh, barely grazing the skin. She moans at the touch before she even gets near her pussy. Her body is so responsive--it's like every inch of her is wired to pleasure.

"Let her tease," Jace murmurs under his breath. His cock twitches again beside me, his hand hovering as if he doesn't dare stroke it yet.

Sasha's middle finger dips between her folds, parting them just enough to reveal the slick pinkness underneath. Her clit is already swollen, a pretty little button peeking out, begging to be touched.

"Oh, she's soaked," I whisper, biting my lip.

Sasha hears me and smiles wickedly. "Of course I am. I've been thinking about this since the panel. The way you looked at me, Cassie. You wanted to be used, didn't you?"

I don't trust my voice, so I just nod.

She lets out a soft, satisfied sound and presses her index finger to her clit in slow, grinding circles. Her hips twitch upward to meet her hand. Her lips part in a gasp.

"Good girl," she breathes, eyes fluttering closed. "Keep watching."

She spreads her outer lips with two fingers, exposing her inner folds completely. Her cunt is plush and glistening, and when she slides two fingers inside, the sound it makes is obscene--wet and needy and real.

"Jesus Christ," Jace mutters. He's jerking his cock again now, slow and steady, his eyes locked on her cunt like it's the only thing keeping him alive.

Sasha pumps her fingers in and out, curling them up as her other hand rubs lazy circles around her clit. She moans like she's alone in the room, uninhibited, hungry, undone. Her toes curl. Her body arches.

"Spit in her mouth Jace." She says, a little breathless.

He looks at me, searching my face.

Oh yeah, my eyes say. Fucking spit in my mouth. I'm so ready.

He grins, still stroking, and spits into my begging, open mouth as I look up at him.

It's messy and delicious.

"Now Cassie, spit it back on his cock for him."

I immediately obey, spraying the saliva over the thick length of him. His hand slicks appreciatively, and the soft wet sounds begin to mix with hers.

God he's so fucking hard.

"Oh yeah. That's right. Stroke that cock for me Jace. You keep watching closely Cassie."

Oh I am drinking up every second of this.

Sasha's moans shift--less performance now, more guttural, private, real. She holds her cunt open with two fingers and drags a slow, wet circle around her clit with the other. The motion is excruciatingly deliberate. Like she's making us wait with her. Like every gasp from her lips is a reward for our obedience.

"God," she groans, rolling her hips. "I should make you both watch me come and send you home ruined. Ruined and aching, all night."

I whimper involuntarily. Jace jerks harder.

Sasha giggles darkly. "Oh, you like that idea? Just being my toys? Getting nothing but the view?"

She lets her slick fingers trail down her folds again, parting them until we can see her hole flex and glisten, twitching like it's lonely.

"Mm. I'm such a little whore when I'm tired," she murmurs, rubbing herself in slow circles again. "Look at my slutty little hole. Look at how messy I am. I want to see your mouths watering."

I don't realize I've been holding my breath until she spreads herself wider, both hands working now--one teasing her opening, the other grinding up into the slick pulse of her clit. She starts to whine--high, pretty, indulgent little sounds like she's just out of reach of satisfaction.

I am literally drooling.

"I want to be filled," she pants. "One of you in my cunt. One in my mouth. I want to choke while I come."

Jace lets out a broken noise. His cock is thick and wet and twitching in his fist.

Sasha points between her legs. "Cassie. Crawl over here. Lick me."

My pussy clenches so hard I nearly collapse. I'm soaked. Ruined. I nod as I crawl toward her, trembling.

"I want you face-down in my cunt, baby," she coos, spreading her legs so wide I can smell her before I reach her. "Bury your tongue in me. Get me messy. And you," she points at Jace. Bring that fat cock up here to my mouth.

I look up at her once--her eyes are heavy, lips parted, body glowing in the low light like a fucking goddess--and then I press my mouth to her.

She cries out instantly. "Yes. Fuck, yes--just like that--"

Her taste is everything. Salt and sweetness, slick and power. I drag my tongue through the folds of her cunt, feeling the tension in her thighs twitch as I flick over her clit. My hands grip her hips like I'm trying to anchor myself in this fever dream.

Jace climbs onto the couch with his feet on either side of her. Standing, his balls are hanging right at her chin.

Sasha gives a slutty little laugh.

"That's it, that's a good boy. Bring it right here."

She traces up his shaft with her lips, moaning.

I send my tongue deep into her pussy.

Sasha grabs the back of my head and grinds against my face. "Ohh baby, yes, get that tongue inside me--eat me like you mean it--make me come all over your fucking face--"

Her voice is cut off as she takes Jace into her mouth.

It's a sloppy, gagging noise.

With his cock digging into the side of her cheek she chokes out, "Fucking... h-harder. Mmh--all th-all the way back."

He is panting with need now. Sasha grabs his ass and pulls him into her throat. She holds him there for a moment. His body is twitching and he lets out a long groan.

"Oh fuck..."

She pops off him to gargle out "Mmmm do you like that? You like it when I take this thick cock all the way to the back of my throat?" Her tone is eager and needy.

"Oh god yes," Jace breathes.

"Then use my slutty little throat Jace."

Jace places two hands on the back of couch, her hands still on his ass, and plunges.

Sasha makes a guttural sound of approval.

He doesn't need her support anymore. He is not holding back. Thrusting long, thick strokes deep into her throat. Her tongue sticks out obscenely, further stimulating him. She's looking up at him, but her hands have moved to my head.

Her hands yank at my hair insistently, and her hips move of their own accord against my lips. There are juices all over my face.

I could do this for hours without even being touched. I feel like I could come just from this. Just my lips on her pussy and watching him fuck her mouth. Please don't let this end.

I slip two fingers inside her and gently massage her, pulling the inside of her body toward me. She cries out against his cock and leans back.

"Oh fuck, oh Christ--Oh Cassie, that's so fucking--"

Beads of sweat trace down Jace's body. He closes Sasha's mouth around his cock and puts a hand in her hair, pulling her mouth onto him like a fleshlight.

She moans approvingly again. Her tone is rising.

A hand grips Cassie's arm. Needy, pleading.

She's gagging on him, trying to cry out in pleasure.

I can feel her body tensing up.

Oh my god. Oh shit, she's about to come on my face.

As if on command, it happens.

Sasha's body arches and her free hand twitches in agonizing pleasure. The other grips the back of my head and smothers me in a shooting spray.

She just came--she just squirted all over my face.

Sasha pushes Jace off him, and he steps back off the couch behind me.

"Ohhh, fuck," She says. "Good boy. My god, you know how to use a hole, don't you? And you Cassie. That is the best head I've ever had. You made me squirt all over your pretty little face."

I feel incredibly validated. I just made Sasha Cross come.

But she's not done with us. Not even close.

"Get on the bed," she says, pointing. "Both of you."

We follow orders.

She steps toward us, sweat and juices dripping down her body.

Sasha's lips brush my ear, her voice a syrupy command. "I want to watch you ride him."

My breath catches. My whole body pulses--hot, eager, trembling with the weight of it. I look over at him, eyes glazed over and ravenous. His cock is standing, flushed, slick with my spit and his precum. He doesn't say a word, but his fingers are fisting the sheets like he might lose it if I make him wait a second longer.

"She's going to take your cock," Sasha says to him, low and cruel and delicious. "She's dripping for it. Look at that mess between her thighs--fuck, she needs this."

I swing a leg over him, straddling his hips, and I swear my knees nearly give out. My pussy throbs, leaking down my inner thighs. I guide his cock with one hand, the head nudging my entrance, thick and impossibly hot.

"She's not going to ease you in," Sasha purrs, her fingers slipping into my hair. "Because I'm going to pull her hair and make her fuck you exactly how I want."

I cry out when she yanks me back, forcing my chest forward--my nipples tight and aching, brushing the air with each breath. My clit pulses as I sink down, inch by aching inch, until I'm full. Stuffed. Stretching around him.

It's so fucking thick.

"Fuck--" I gasp. "God, he's already so deep."

I'm shaking, my hips already rolling.

"Not yet," Sasha growls. She moves in front of me, cupping my tits in both hands, thumbing my nipples hard--pinching, rolling, tugging. "Let them see how sensitive these are. How badly you want to be played with. That's it. Show them how filthy you are."

I moan, grinding deeper, my cunt clenching around Jace. He groans under me, helpless, trembling.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any hotter. I'm so fucking cumbrained now. I'm fucked. I'm getting fucked. Oh keep going, please keep going.

"She's mine," Sasha tells him, staring into his eyes as she tweaks one nipple between her fingers. "My little fucktoy."

"Say it," she hisses at me, her mouth brushing mine. "Tell him what you are."

"I'm your fucktoy," I pant, the words falling from my mouth without hesitation.

"And what do fucktoys do?"

I rock my hips faster, dragging my tits across her hands, begging for more friction. "We get fucked."

She slaps my ass, sharp and loud. "Then fuck him. Like you mean it."

I snap. My hips slam down, again and again, filthy, soaked, desperate. Every time I grind forward, my clit rubs against his skin, sending lightning through me. My nipples are on fire in her grip, and I can't stop gasping, moaning, grinding harder.

I am not going to last much longer. There's just no way. He's so deep inside of me, I feel like it can't go any deeper.

"Look at her," Sasha says. "Wrecking herself on your cock. You better not come, Jace.                                           Not until she tells you to."

His face is pure agony. Beautiful agony. "Jesus..."

But all I can do is fuck. My ass comes down, harder. Then up, the full length of his cock. To the top of the head where it's dangerously close to slipping out, only to slam down again.

And I look back at Sasha while I do it. She presses her lips to mine and her tongue enters my mouth. She fondles my breasts. Wet sounds fill the room.

His cock pulses as he fucks up into me, every stroke hitting deep, wet, thick--his hands gripping my ass, guiding me as I ride him harder, faster, sloppier. My tits bounce with every thrust, and Sasha's watching them now--licking her lips like she wants to devour them.

"Oh fuck, Jace--" I gasp, grinding my hips down. "You're gonna make me come--fuck--fill me up--fill my slutty little cunt--"

He growls. "I'm close."

"Do it," Sasha purrs from beside me. She's kneeling at the edge of the bed, one hand between her legs, two fingers buried in her pussy as she watches. "Come inside her. Let's see how full you can get her."

That's all it takes.

Jace jerks under me, buried to the hilt, and I feel him throb--once, twice--before his cock spills inside me in thick, hot spurts. I moan, loud, helpless, as my fuckhole clenches around him, milking every drop. My body's already twitching from my own orgasm, slick gushing               around him, dripping from where we're still joined.

But Sasha doesn't let me rest.

"Stay just like that," she says, crawling forward like a predator. Her fingers trail up my thigh, past the mess where Jace is still buried inside me, and then she leans in.

She licks up the base of his shaft to my slit. To where he's leaking out of me.

"Holy fuck--" I shudder, my whole body tensing.

She licks a long, slow stripe up my cunt, moaning as she tastes both of us. His cock still throbbing deep inside of me and I nearly scream. It's too much--my clit still pulsing, my walls hypersensitive, every nerve on fire.

"Please," I gasp, twitching. "I can't--"

"You can," she whispers against me, her tongue flicking my swollen clit. "You will."

She lifts my ass and he slides out of me, slick with mutual cum.

She slurps. Devours the cum from my cunt.

Then she moves forward, twists my hair in her hand, and yanks my head back.

Her mouth is over mine.

And then she kisses me.

Jace's cum floods my mouth.

Her tongue is swirling it around mine.

It's so good. It's so erotic. I'm so overstimulated, but I can already feel the need growing again from my filthy little hole.

She lifts away from me, and a rope of cum stretches between us. Our lips are smeared with it. Sasha's face is a ravenous grin.

"Oh my god," Jace mutters, looking up at us. "You two are fucking unreal."

He's still catching his breath, cock slick and softening in the wet mess between my thighs, but I can feel him twitch--responsive, needy. And I'm not done.

I glance at Sasha. She sees it in my eyes before I even speak.

"On your back," she tells me, already crawling to the head of the bed. "And Jace, stand at the edge of the bed."

I follow, heart racing, limbs trembling but hungry. I slide up until my head dangles over the edge of the mattress, hair spilling toward the floor, throat bared.

"You want him hard again?" she purrs beside me, mirroring my position until her face is               upside down next to mine, lips parted in an open dare. "Let's give him something to fuck."

Jace stares down at us--two eager mouths, soft gasps and wet tongues peeking past flushed lips. His cock jerks.

He stands over us, breath ragged, hands gripping the backs of our skulls with reverent greed. He rubs himself over Sasha's tongue first--she moans, throat vibrating against the base as he stiffens just slightly.

Then he guides himself to me.

The tip presses to my lips--still slick with my own come and his--and I open obediently, letting him slide across my tongue.

His moan is guttural.

"Fuck... both of you... Jesus."

He alternates between us--pumping lazily, mouth to mouth, feeding the pressure as he thickens in our throats.

He plays with my tits and my pussy fills with heat. He's grabbing intently, stroking my nipples with soft, deep twists.

"Don't forget about me," Sasha moans.

He moves back to Sasha, and bottoms out in her throat. I can see how hard he's getting already. She lilts sweetly, eyelashes flashing as her eyes roll back.

I move my hands to his balls, rubbing them with the flat of my palm as they bounce against Sasha's face. I press into the flesh at the base of his sack and he gasps.

They feel so tight and full already.

Now he's gripping one of each of our breasts, using them to leverage slow thrusts deep into Sasha's throat.

He moves back to me.

And oh yeah--he's definitely hard enough now.

It's so deep in my throat. I think it's the biggest cock I've ever taken.

I gag just once, and Sasha laughs wickedly beside me.

"Poor baby," she mocks, her eyes on me. "Too full of cock already?"

She's rubbing herself again, using the moisture from all three of us.

I can't answer, not with him swelling against my tongue--but I want it. I want him all the way down. I want Sasha to watch me choke on it. I want to be used again, thoroughly, until we've sucked the strength back into him and I can get all my slutty holes filled.

Sasha's voice cuts through the lull, low and smug. "I want both of you."

She's already turned around. Lying back with her cunt at the edge of the bed, one leg bent, the other extended with practiced poise. Her tits gleam with sweat under the light, and her slit is glistening, open, ready. She nods toward Jace, then at me. "Come here. You're sitting on my face while he fucks me."

The order cracks through me like a whip. I obey without hesitation.

I straddle her face slowly, deliberately, my knees digging into the mattress on either side of her head. She lets out a pleased moan beneath me, hands gripping my thighs as she pulls me down to her mouth.

"Yeah that's right," she says. "Somether me, slut. I want your pussy dripping down my throat."

The first flick of her tongue makes me jolt.

Jace groans behind us, and I glance back just in time to see him push his cock into Sasha's soaked cunt. He groans through his teeth, her legs draped over his shoulders, ankles resting on his collarbones as he thrusts deep and slow, claiming every inch of her.

But I want some too.

I bend over, and pull his cock out of her filthy hole.

"Wait," Sasha says, "No..."

When she hears me gag as I take him all the way into my throat, she understands.

"Ohhh, good girl. Good little fucktoy. That's right. Make him the hardest he's ever been. I want to feel him in my fucking ribs."

She continues eating me out, more ravenously now.

Jace's cock tastes divine.

It's covered in her juices, the slickness of his cum, the moisture from our three hungry mouthes.

I can't stop moaning.

Sasha's tongue is ruthless, all slick, swirling pressure on my clit, and I grind into her mouth with no shame. I use her head to support me from behind, my fingers tangled in her hair. Each thrust from Jace rocks her up into me--her mouth jolts and slurps, her nose buried in my pussy as I ride her face like I need it to live.

Jace leans forward, his body pressed over ours, and our mouths meet hungrily.

"Let me put it back in," I tell him.

"Oh god yes," Sasha utters between my legs.

I take his rigid cock in my hands and guide him back into her slickness.

It's almost enough to undo all three of us.

And then Jace kisses me again.

It's messy, frantic--his tongue pushes into mine, our moans tangling as Sasha moans into me from below.

He's fucking her hard now. I can feel the way her face trembles between my thighs, the way her moans vibrate against my clit.

I pull back, gasping, "She's close."

Jace growls, hips hammering faster.

"Y-yes, m-more--," she says. "You're gonna make me come so hard--"

Sasha's hands dig into my thighs as her body jerks--once, twice--then she breaks beneath me, crying out into my cunt as she cums. Her whole body shakes under us, legs twitching against Jace's shoulders.

I don't stop grinding. I can't.

When she finally comes down, Sasha pulls her mouth away with a gasp. Her voice is ragged, breathless. "Get on your knees. Ass up."

I obey. My whole body is already trembling.

But I have enough wherewithal to shake my ass for them. To put on a little show as my pussy drips everywhere.

I'm alarmed as she moves away from me, but then I see Sasha turn around, with something in her hand.

It's sleek, black, and buzzing lightly.

She's gonna use a fucking toy on me.

I'm so aroused from her mouth, and I'm so grateful that I've already come. If not, whatever's about to happen would undo me instantly. And I want to savor this.

Jace steps up behind me, and slides his oh my god so hard cock between the cheeks of my ass. I look back at him over my shoulder as I press back into him hungrily.

I know I look so wrecked. So cumbrained like a good little slut.

Sasha moves closer, with toy in hand.

It's about to happen.

I feel the air shift behind me--the tension, the hunger. They're both watching me.              

Watching my slick needy fuckhole twitch and glisten. Watching it drip like it's begging for more. I arch deeper, spreading wider, my thighs trembling.

"Look at her," Sasha murmurs. "She's practically presenting. You really are just a little fuckpet, aren't you, Cassie?"

I whimper, my voice breaking. "Please."

"Please what?" she purrs.

"Use me. However you want."

I hear the toy buzzing behind me. My whole body clenches in anticipation.

"Hold still," Sasha commands. "I want to see her squirm."

I brace on my elbows as the toy touches the entrance of my pussy--slick, teasing, too big to ignore. It slides in slowly, stretching me open inch by obscene inch. My pussy clenches around it, sucking it in like it's starving.

"Oh my god," I moan, already shaking. "More--please--"

A second hand cups my ass. I hear Jace's low growl as he spreads me wider. My asshole flexes under his fingers. Vulnerable. Exposed.

"Such a pretty little ass," he says. "You want to be stuffed like a filthy toy?"

"Yes," I gasp. "Fuck yes, please--use my ass, fill me up--I want it so bad--"

The toy begins to move inside my used-up pussy, slow and deep, coaxing a rhythm that makes me buck back shamelessly. Sasha's hand presses to the small of my back, holding me in place.

"Good girl," she murmurs. "Keep that hole nice and open for me."

I feel the cool press of lube against my ass, and then a finger--Sasha's, slick and patient, circling before sliding in with maddening pressure. I cry out, collapsing forward as the toy continues its assault in my pussy.

"Fuck--fuck, that's--" My words dissolve into a moan as she adds a second finger, then a third, pumping them slowly.

Jace kneels behind me. "She ready?"

"Stretch her a little more," Sasha says. "Make that ass beg."

I'm panting, drooling, shaking so hard I can barely hold myself up. My pussy is spasming around the toy. My ass is stuffed with Sasha's fingers.

Use me. Please. Break me.

"Give it to her," Sasha says.

And then Jace pushes in.

My vision whites out.

His cock breaches my ass with slow, unrelenting force, slick and thick, stretching me past reason. I scream into the sheets--not from pain, but from the overwhelming rightness of it. I was made for this. I was made to be used like this.

"Oh my god--ohfuckohfuck--"

The toy is still moving in my pussy. Sasha doesn't stop. She fucks me with it harder, matching Jace's rhythm, their movements syncing as they fill both of my little cumslut holes.

My body is on fire.

"Look at her," Sasha says. "Look at our little cumtoy. You like being double-stuffed, Cassie?"

I can't speak. I nod furiously, saliva dripping from my mouth, my body trembling like a livewire.

"Say it," Jace growls, his voice thick with need.

"I'm your fucktoy," I sob. "I'm your filthy, desperate fucktoy--use me--fill me--I'm--"

The climax rips through me like a lightning strike. I convulse, screaming into the sheets as I squirt around the toy, gush after gush soaking Sasha's hand, the bed, everything. My body gives out--but they don't stop.

Sasha groans, the fingers from her other hand plunging into her own pussy as she watches me fall apart.

"Oh fuck, it's so fucking hot--I'm right on the edge. Give it to her Jace. Now--while I--oh fuck!"

She comes again, wet and raw, juices dripping down her thighs as she fingers herself to a frenzy. Her cunt spurts, sprays me and Jace with her wetness. She almost loses grip on the toy, but holds on.

Jace fucks me harder--my ass swallowing him whole as he loses control.

"Gonna--fuck--Cassie--" he groans.

"Do it," Sasha gasps. "Fill her up. Fuck your load into her like she deserves."

He slams in once, twice--then with a deep, guttural moan, he erupts. I feel every pulse, every jet of heat flooding my ass as I'm wrung out around him, still twitching, still dripping, still full.

I can't stop. I gush, I scream, my pussy clenching like it's trying to milk him dry. Sasha's hand is a blur on her cunt, soaking the sheets as she moans against my ass. My mind is gone--pure, messy, dripping submission. Cumbrained. Wrecked. Owned.

I collapse, twitching, sobbing with overstimulated bliss, my holes leaking and my mind blank with pleasure.

I don't even realize I'm giggling until Sasha kisses the back of my neck.

Jace collapses beside me, one hand still gripping my thigh like he's afraid I might float away. Sasha's lying half-on, half-off the bed, her cheek pressed to my hip, her mouth curved in a slow, wicked smile. Her fingers are glistening. My thighs are still trembling. I don't even want to look at the sheets.

No one says anything.

The room hums with sweat and the scent of sex and something else--something deeper, like contentment, but more dangerous.

Sasha props herself up on one elbow. "So," she murmurs, brushing a kiss along my ribs, "was it everything you hoped it would be?"

I laugh. It comes out shaky and wrecked. "You should be illegal."

Jace grins against my shoulder. "I think we both just got radicalized."

"I think," Sasha says, sitting up and reaching for the bottle of wine, "we should take a break... and then go again."

She hands the bottle to Jace, who takes a swig, and winks at me. "Unless you've had enough, little fucktoy."

I shiver.

"No," I whisper. "Not even close."

"Well, that's good," Sasha grins. "We've still got two more days of VXN Fest."

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