The Flat Pt. 04

Part 4

Sammy

I cuddle Rob in bed as he asks, "Are you sure that wasn't too far? No regrets; you still love me."

His panic is adorable. In fact, I expected to hate him, but honestly, I loved it all. I kiss him.

"I love you. I loved all of it. I love being your slut. Seriously, don't stop using me... and our friends... however you want. I'll say if I don't like anything. Now go to bed, goof," I tell him.

We sleep soundly. I awake before him and look at his body, amazed it's mine. My hand brushed over his sleeping form. I realize he is rock hard. Probably having filthy dreams. I think to myself, master would want his toy to please him. And giggling to myself, careful not to wake him, I remove the blankets and crawl down to his cock. I could worship this thing, I think, as I pull it out of his boxers. I do worship it. I kiss it softly, loving that it's all mine. Though I do wish the others were watching. A wicked idea occurs to me. I grin and grab my phone. Carefully positioning it, I start recording.

"Good morning, everyone. I'm going to wake up my boyfriend now," I whisper.

Making eye contact with the camera, I smack my face with his cock. I lick it slowly from base to tip. Both sides. He groans, shifting. I take him inside me. I push down his shaft, pushing it to the back of my throat. One hand slowly works the base as I come back up, the other carefully recording my work. His hand holds my head softly. I look up, spittle trailing from my mouth to his dick.

"Good morning," I say, giggling.

"Fuck now that's a wake-up." He moans.

"You like?"

"Don't stop." He tells me. His hand brushes loose hair from my face. I resume working on him, gagging a little, being extra sloppy, and staring at the camera. It's not long before he grunts. I think of tasting him. But I want to keep feeling filthy. I pull off him, leaving my mouth open; I take each spurt in my face--forehead, cheek, lips, and chin. I smile at the camera as it drips down to my sleep shirt. A drop rolls into my mouth. I blow the phone a kiss and stop the recording.

"Fuccckkkk, that was good. Should I return the favor?" He tells me.

"Huh? No, go get ready for your big day with Amanda." I say, staring at myself in the desktop mirror.

The cum really paints me like the slut I want to be. Rob laughs, leaving. I hear him in the shower.

I take a snap of my face and send it to Amanda, captioning, "He is ready for you," I send.

Then I wipe the cum and look at the video.

I send it to Emily, "Hey, do you think that blog you have- yes, the one you don't think I know about could use this?"

"Holyyyy fucking hell yes! Jesus, Rob can cum!!" A text from Emily reads.

I laugh and get dressed for the gym.

"You go, girl," Emily says as I leave. I laugh.

Rob

I sit and eat a quick breakfast when Amanda comes in.

"Good morning," I say.

She smiles, muttering something that sounds vaguely like, "I'll say."

She grabs a muffin and sits beside me. Emily runs by.

"I'm going shopping; see y'all later." She calls out. Halfway out the door, she pauses, then turns around and kneels beside us both.

"Goodbye, master," Emily says, kissing me.

"Goodbye, beautiful," Emily says, kissing Amanda.

I smile, still amazed at what she will do for cock. She stands and leaves.

"And then there were two," I say.

She blushes.

"So what do you have planned before... you know?" She asks.

I can't help but notice she's dressed in a cute blue sundress. One I've blatantly been caught staring at her in before.

"We are going to Home Depot, then doing a quick craft. It'll be fun," I reply, standing.

I lean in to kiss you softly. Her lips are soft and inviting.

Amanda

He kissed me!!! This one was special; it wasn't just sex- kissing; it was intimate. His beard. Coarse and warm. I can't help but notice he's dressed nicely in a collared shirt and jeans. And he's wearing the cologne I gave him last Christmas. We wash up. He walks me down to the car, opening every door for me. He buckled me in with another kiss. That's it. I decide I'd fuck him right now if we weren't going somewhere. Sammy is. delivering on her promise.

"You look nice," he says, starting the car.

I blush. We drive to the store. I ask him what we are building as we wander the aisles.

"You'll see he says.

He wraps me in his arms tight and kisses my forehead. I breathe deep. Eventually, I shift so his hand lands on my ass. I kiss him deeply with just a little tongue. He squeezes. I let out a soft moan.

"We should go," he says.

We pay for our items: 3 dowels, some eye hooks, rope, and assorted electrical tape. I have no idea what is planned. We start at home, but he stops at a random place.

"What's this?" I ask.

"I figured if you're my date today, I should take you to a nice lunch." he squeezes my hand.

As he gets out to get my door, I check my phone.

I text Sammy, "he's fucking amazing, really trying to take good care of me, and we haven't even done anything yet. And thanks, by the way, for that snap. May have helped me start the engine, so to speak."

She replies, "Absolutely! Glad you enjoyed it! I have always wondered what others would think of my sexier pics. Take good care of my man." We have a nice lunch where he dotes on me the whole time. We drive home. We change into softer clothes: sweats and T-shirts. Not bothering to hide from each other, I make sure he catches a glimpse of my black lace bra and thong. I certainly stare at his grey sweatpants. We set up shop on the table. Rob drills the eye hooks into the ends of each bar and has me tape the bars "artfully"; it's relaxing. I make each bar a different color: one green, one blue, and the third rainbow. When I'm finished, Rob cuts the rope into strands and fuses them.

"What are these for?" I ask.

He grins wickedly.

"A surprise for the group I have. The bars and rope will keep everyone spread and willing." He tells me.

I gasp, realizing I've seen something similar online. I picture myself next to Sammy and Emily, spread and tied. My nipples harden, my cunt wet.

Biting my lip, I ask, "What would you do to us?" I ask.

He laughs, "Want me to show you?" Before I can think, I remove my top.

"Yes, master."

I walk toward my bedroom, losing my pants as I go. Inside, I press record on my laptop. I want to relive this when it all ends. I lay on the bed. Rob comes in and takes off his shirt. He leans down and kisses me. I can see his bulge and tug his pants and boxers down in one swoop. His cock springs out. Recalling Emily last night, I lean in and slide him down my mouth a little. He groans. I slide more. Unaccustomed to the feeling, I choke; he slides out quickly.

"This time is about you." He says, stopping me from going again.

"I know I wanted to taste. I've never had one." I tell him.

I place him back inside, though less far. He's warm and hard. I'm curious how the other two could take more than the first inch of him. He taps my head. I look up as he lifts me by the chin until I stand beside him. He kisses me deeply, his hands wandering my body and squeezing my ass. Then he slides my panties to the floor. I giggle. He slowly undoes my bra. His kisses find my neck. He lays me on the bed naked, his lips kissing down my body. He takes my nipples one by one in his mouth, sucking with just a little bite. I moan, drenched already. He keeps kissing; his beard is coarser than Sammy's face and scratchy, but somehow I don't mind. He finds my clit, kissing deeply, his tongue pressing flat against it. He licks side to side. I moan. He eats me slowly, lovingly, careful to kiss and tease every piece of me. Unable to take the building anticipation, I tap his head. He comes up, looking at me.

"Ok, I'm ready," I tell him.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" He asks.

I think for a second, logically, yes, but it looks so much better without it, and Emily swears it feels better. I am on birth control.

"No, take me raw, master."

He stands over me between my legs; he lowers himself down. He kisses me, pinning my hands above my head. His hard shaft slides over my clit using my wetness as lube. I moan. He pulls back carefully, aiming for my opening. He locks eyes with me, then pushes in slowly. I gasp in pain; it's sharp but not terrible. I resolve to bear through it. Rob pauses.

"Keep going " I say.

He slides the rest in. He stays in, allowing my pussy to stretch and accommodate. He kisses me.

"Yay!! Not a virgin," I giggle.

He laughs. I grab his head and kiss him breathily.

"Go slow," I say.

He nods. He slides in and out slowly. The pain fades, gradually replaced by wet, good feelings. I cling to him. He thrusts deep inside; it feels good.

I moan, "More, oh, deep, oh Rob."

He keeps thrusting in and out. I moan. This is amazing; his body tickles my clit while his cock works inside me. I realize I'm on the edge.

"I'm close!" I gasp quickly.

He grunts, pushing deeper and keeping the pace. I grasp his back, my legs clinging to him. I feel my pussy tighten, holding his cock in, needing it. I moan loudly; I cum hard, shaking. He stays inside, staring at me.

I laugh, "Sorry."

"No, that was hot!" He says.

He asks, "Was it good?"

"Amazing!" I tell him.

He laughs. I realize he's still hard inside me.

"Can I try getting you there too?" I ask.

He nods, pulling out slowly. He lies on the bed next to me. I straddle him, grinding his shaft. I smile down at him.

"This is a bit more work." I laugh.

"Sorry, we don't have to." He tells me.

I lift his cock and aim it for my opening. This time, he slides in with ease. I moan. I start to work up and down like Emily did last night. I can feel him deep inside. His hands twist my nipples as I ride. I gasp; with a free hand, I work my clit. I cum quickly. I laugh, collapsing onto him. He's too worked up now, though, and grasps my waist. He starts to thrust up, holding me close, his cock pumping in and out of me. I moan, being thrown up and down with each thrust.

"Where would you like me to cum?" He asks, straining.

Without thinking, I reply, "In me!!"

Before I can stop him, he thrusts deep and grunts. I feel a warm feeling spray deeper inside me than anything else. Wide-eyed, I collapse beside him. My hand reaches down, finding our wet, mixed cum. I play with it. Staring at the fingers, I watch. It sticks between my fingers; I lick it. It's salty but good.

"How was that?" He asks.

"Everything I needed," I tell him.

He rubs my back till I fall asleep, then leaves the room, his cum flowing out of me.

Part 5 to come.