Our Hotwives

Candice was always a beautiful girl. She had long brown hair a slender petite body and a happy but shy personality. She wasn’t a “brainiac” but she was smart enough to make the deans list.
Jamie was shy too. He also was smart and studious. He and Candice shared a lot of classes and I guess they sort of connected. Jamie was in love with the 5’-2” girl and when he finally mustered up the courage to ask Candice out, that was all it took.
They dated exclusively throughout the remaining years of college and married soon after graduation. Everything was going great until Sarah intervened.
Sarah was a beauty. Extroverted, sexy and promiscuous. Why she and Candice became friends is real mystery. Sarah was always dominant with Candice and Candice always seemed to defer to whatever Sarah wanted.
Sarah never seemed to like Jamie either. Always putting him down, trying and often succeeding in humiliating Jamie in front of Candice. Sarah would often make comments like, "You know he's too small for you, Candice. You need a real man." or "Jamie, why don't you go do something useful, like make us a drink while the real women talk." Candice would just smile shyly and say nothing.
Sarah worked for a well known cosmetic surgeon and she convinced Candice to undergo a couple of procedures.
Sarah had encouraged Candice to enlarge her breasts way bigger than necessary and for her to also submit to lip injections. Candice now sported huge oversized breasts and her lips were super full and luscious. Sarah also had Candice take a strict regimen of diet pills, her weight dropping from 125 pounds to barely 100. Candice’s tiny petite body did look good and she attracted a lot of attention, male attention.
Sarah was happy, she had transformed Candice into a hot, now bleached blonde, bimbo. To go with her new looks, Sarah demanded that we start calling her Candi.
So, I had to get used to referring to my wife, the love of my life, as Candi, which made me feel fucking weird. But I played along, I always did.
Now, I was standing in the doorway of our bedroom watching as Sarah was lacing up Candi's tight, black leather corset, pulling the strings tighter and tighter until Candi's breaths came out in short, sharp gasps.
"Hold still, you fucking slut," Sarah snapped, yanking the strings even harder. Candi winced, but she didn't protest. She never did.
I stood by the door, watching, my cock straining painfully against my pants. The sight of Sarah's hands on Candi, the way she was treating her, was fucking with my head. I was turned on, but also, I don't know, ashamed maybe?
Sarah caught my eye in the mirror, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You like that, don't you, Jamie? Seeing your precious little Candi all laced up like a fucking whore?"
I didn't respond, just stood there, my heart pounding in my chest.
Sarah nodded, satisfied with my silence. "Good. Because that's what she is now, isn't she? Your little slut wife."
Sarah's words were like a slap in the face, but I couldn't deny the truth in them. Candi was different now, and not just in looks. She was still shy but more adventurous, more... sexual.
Sarah turned Candi around, her hands gripping Candi's hips as she looked her up and down. "Mmm, look at you, you little fuck doll. You look so fucking hot." She leaned in, her lips brushing against Candi's ear.
"You're going to be the center of attention tonight, my little doll. Every man in the club is going to want a piece of you." Candi shivered, but it was clear that the thought excited me her.
Sarah stepped back, her eyes flicking to me. "And you, Jamie? What are you going to do while your little slut wife is being groped and fondled by every man in the club?"
I opened my mouth to protest, but Sarah cut me off. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her. After all, you wouldn't want her to get too carried away... right?" Sarah's voice was dripping with venom and her eyes were filled with a malicious glee that made me sick to my stomach.
Candi just stood there, her eyes downcast, her cheeks flushed, and her breaths coming in short little gasps. She looked like a fucking sex doll, all done up and ready for display. I wanted to go to her, to take her in my arms and tell her that none of this was necessary, that she was perfect just the way she was. But I didn't.
“Jamie, get over here a put these stockings on your slutty wife,” Sarah ordered, tossing a pair of black lace stockings at me.
I hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, my body betraying me with each step. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my temples, and my cock was so hard it hurt.
Kneeling down in front of Candi, I slowly rolled one stocking up her leg, my fingers brushing against her soft, smooth skin. She shuddered slightly as I reached her thigh, her breath hitching in her throat. I could see the faint pulse of her heartbeat in her neck, and it made me want her even more. My hands shook wildly as I stared at her permanently bald pussy, her vulva lips hanging down from her vagina, exposed and inviting. She was fucking beautiful, and I wanted her so bad.
My little cock throbbed as I glanced up at her, staring into her big blue eyes. Her lashes way too long and way too much black mascara. I could feel my cock leaking precum in my pants.
Sarah clapped her hands together, creating a loud noise that made Candice jump.
“Hurry up you worthless little fuck, your wife needs her panties,” Sarah hissed, throwing a tiny scrap of black lace at me. I caught it and looked at it. It was barely big enough to cover Candice’s pussy and just as transparent.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked, holding it up for Sarah to see.
“It’s a g-string, you idiot. Put it on her, make her look like the fucking whore she is.” Sarah answered, her tone harsh and unforgiving.
I did as I was told, still kneeling, sliding the flimsy piece of fabric up Candice’s legs, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants.
I could see her pussy through the lace, her lips glistening with arousal. She was fucking soaking wet, and it was all I could do not to fall to my knees and bury my face in her.
Sarah clapped her hands again, making Candice jump. "Enough foreplay, Jamie. Get her ready to go. We don't want to be late for the club."
I looked up at Sarah, a sense of despair washing over me as she handed me a bright red PVC mini dress.
It was tiny, barely big enough to cover Candi's ass. "Put this on her, let's see how she looks."
I slipped the dress over Candi's head, her breasts spilling out of the top, the material stretched taut across her ass. She looked like a fucking porn star, a cheap, tacky, plastic fuck doll. And it was turning me on.
Sarah clapped her hands, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Perfect.”
The tiny dress left most of her stocking tops and garter straps exposed while also showcasing her large breasts. Sarah had her sit on a chair as I buckled her precious little feet into her Six inch red stiletto platform heels. Her black stockings contrasting to the bright red heels made her legs look longer and sexier.
Sarah stood back with her arms crossed over her chest looking at Candi as if she were a piece of art.
“Damn, girl. You look like a fucking porn star. Jamie, you’re a lucky motherfucker.” Sarah laughed and slapped me on the back, giving me a wicked smile.
I swallowed hard, my cock straining painfully against my pants. I couldn’t believe how sexy Candi looked. Her transformation was fucking crazy.
Sarah grinned wickedly as she produced a 1” wide red leather choker strap and wrapped it around Candi’s slender throat. Sarah laughed as Candi panicked, gasping as Sarah tightened it snuggly around her neck.
“Breathe through your nose, you little fuck doll,” Sarah commanded, tightening it even tighter as Candi gasped for breath.
Sarah moved over to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulders, her perfume enveloping me. “You see, Jamie, a good little slut never talks back or questions her owner.”
I stood there, frozen, as Sarah planted a kiss on my cheek. “Don’t worry, Jamie. I’ll take good care of your little slut wife tonight. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
Sarah’s voice was sweet and reassuring, but her eyes were cold and calculating. She knew exactly what she was doing to me….to us.
I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. Sarah was right, I was just a useless piece of shit, good for nothing but watching my wife transform into a fucking sex doll.
Sarah turned back to Candi, her eyes roaming over her body, lingering on her huge tits. “Mmm, you look good enough to eat.” She reached out, cupping Candi’s breasts in her hands, squeezing them roughly.
Candi gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as Sarah pinched her nipples through the thin squeaky fabric of the dress. “You like that, don’t you, you little slut? You like it when I touch your tits?”
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully as I watched Sarah grope my wife. I could see the outline of Candi’s large nipples through the dress, her breath coming in short gasps as Sarah fondled her.
Sarah’s hands moved lower, slipping under the hem of the dress and running up the inside of Candi’s thighs.
Candi let out a soft moan, her hips instinctively pushing forward to meet Sarah's touch. I could see the wet patch growing on the crotch of her g-string, the lace darkening with her arousal. Sarah’s fingers brushed against her pussy, making Candi gasp and shudder.
“You’re so fucking wet, you little slut,” Sarah purred, her voice thick with lust. “You’re practically dripping.” She wriggled a finger inside Candi, making her moan loudly. “Mmm, and you’re tight too.”
“I bet you haven’t had a cock in you in a while, have you, you little tease?” Sarah taunted, thrusting her finger deeper into Candi’s pussy. Candi moaned, her hips bucking against Sarah’s hand as she sought more friction.
I stood there, mesmerized, my cock throbbing in time with Candi’s hips. This was not the woman I had married. This was a fucking sex doll, a horny little slut who was getting off on another woman’s touch. And I couldn’t fucking believe how turned on it was making me.
Sarah was right about one thing, it had been a while since she’d had a cock in her. She seemed to be forever recovering from her surgeries and due to all the diet and pain pills, Sarah had taken her birth control pills and flushed them. Also, the laser hair removal treatments to her bare vagina left her too sore to touch. I had actually slept in my recliner for the past month.
My beautiful wife hadn’t touched me sexually since before her surgeries. She had been acting weird and distant too. Sarah was around a lot more and she had been getting Candice to ignore me.
Sarah pushed Candi’s legs apart, giving me a clear view of her dripping cunt. I could see her bare pussy lips swollen and red, glistening with her juices. I felt myself getting hard, my cock straining against my pants. Sarah slid another finger inside her, curling it up to hit her G-spot.
Candi's back arched, a low moan escaping her lips as she ground against Sarah's hand. I could see her juices coating her thighs, the scent of her arousal filling the room. Sarah's thumb found her clit, circling it slowly, making Candi squirm and whimper.
"You like that, don't you, you dirty little slut? You like it when I touch your filthy little cunt?" Sarah taunted, her voice a low growl.
Candi nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, Sarah. I-I like it," Candi stuttered, her cheeks flushed with arousal and embarrassment. She looked over at me, her big blue eyes filled with a mix of shame and desire.
Sarah laughed, a wicked sound that sent shivers down my spine. "That's right, you little slut. You love it when I touch your pussy, don't you? You love it when I make you cum."
Candi nodded, her breath hitching as Sarah's fingers moved faster, her thumb circling her clit with more pressure.
I could see the muscles in Candi's thighs tense as she fought to keep her legs open, to give Sarah better access to her pussy.
"Fuck, Sarah," Candi moaned, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut. "I'm close. I'm so fucking close."
Sarah chuckled, a low, sinister sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Good girl. Cum for me, you little whore. Show me what that tight little cunt of yours can do."
Sarah's words pushed Candi over the edge, her body convulsing as an orgasm tore through her.
Her pussy clenched around Sarah's fingers, her juices gushing out, soaking Sarah's hand and dripping down her thighs. She let out a long, low moan, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants, watching as my wife came undone at the hands of another woman. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls aching with the need for release. I wanted to join them, to feel Candi's hot little pussy around my cock, but I knew better than to interrupt Sarah.
She was in control here, and I was just a spectator.
Sarah withdrew her fingers from Candi's pussy, holding them up for me to see. They were glistening with Candi's juices, her fingers coated in my wife's arousal. She brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean with a moan of pleasure.
"Mmm, you taste so fucking good, Candi. I could eat that little pussy all day long."
Candi was still shaking from her orgasm, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked at me, her big blue eyes filled with a mix of shame and desire.
“Do you think the little bimbo whore enjoyed that, Jamie,” Sarah asked with a sinister smirk.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry as a bone. “Y-yes,” I managed to choke out.
Sarah laughed, a throaty, lustful sound that made my cock twitch. “Good boy. Now come here and clean your slut’s pussy for me.”
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. Sarah rolled her eyes and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards Candi.
“Get on your knees, you pathetic little cuck,” she spat, shoving me down roughly.
I looked up at Candi, her pussy glistening with her juices, her thighs coated in her arousal. Candi grinned as she pressed her panty covered pussy to my mouth.  The smell of her arousal was overpowering as I tentatively licked her cunt through the lace. Sarah laughed and slapped Candi's ass hard.
"No, you fucking tease. He needs to taste your bare cunt. Fucking pull your panties to one side for him, whore," Sarah snapped as she slapped Candi's ass again, leaving another red handprint on her flesh.
Candi whimpered but did as she was told, reaching down and pulling the tiny g-string to the side, exposing her bare, dripping cunt to me. I could see her pussy lips, swollen and red, glistening with her juices. I could smell her arousal, sweet and musky, filling the air.
"Now, eat her out like a good little cuck, Jamie," Sarah commanded, her voice a low growl.
"Lick that fucking slut cunt clean."
I hesitated for a moment, but Candi pushed my face back against her pussy, her hands tangling in my hair. "Please, Jamie," she begged, her voice soft and pleading. "I need you to taste me."
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to do, and then buried my face in her cunt. Her juices coated my tongue, her scent filling my nostrils as I lapped at her, tasting her arousal. She was sweet and musky, a heady combination that made my tiny cock throb even harder in my pants.
It had been quite a while since I’d pleasured Candi orally and she seemed to taste a little sweeter and she was definitely wetter. Maybe it was from Sarah’s aggressive finger fuck but her juices were pouring out still, flowing into my mouth.
“She’s gushing, isn’t she Jamie. Why don’t you ask your whore why she’s so wet,” Sarah said as she stroked my hair, her nails scratching my scalp.
“Candi, why are you so wet baby?” I asked, lifting my head slightly to look at her.
Candi whimpered, her eyes downcast, her cheeks flushed. “Because I……because I’m ovulating baby. I’m in heat,” she whispered.“Sarah has been giving me hormone treatments. I’m so fucking horny, Jamie. I need to fuck.”
Sarah chuckled, her hand still tangled in my hair. “That’s right, Jamie. Your little slut wife is in heat. She needs a good fucking. And guess who’s going to give it to her?”
I looked up at Sarah, her face contorted with lust and cruelty. “What are you saying, Sarah?”
She smirked, her eyes never leaving Candi’s. “I’m saying that you’re not going to be the one fucking her tonight.
You’re not man enough for a real woman like Candi anymore. You’re just a pathetic little cuckold who gets to lick her pussy clean after she’s been fucked by a real man.”
Sarah’s words sent a jolt of pain through me, but also a thrill of perverse excitement. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I also couldn’t deny the sick, twisted part of me that wanted to see this through.
I looked up at Candi, her eyes wide with fear and desire. “Is that what you want, Candi?” I asked softly.
But I already knew the answer. Candi had been distant, cold towards me for weeks now. Sarah had been fucking with her head, and now she was fucking with her body too. I could see it in her eyes, the hunger, the desperation. She needed to be fucked, and she didn't care who did it.
Candi bit her lip, her eyes flicking between me and Sarah. I could see the internal struggle in her eyes, the battle between her old self and her new one. But in the end, the new one won out. She nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but I saw it.
I saw the moment she gave in to her desires, the moment she surrendered to Sarah's dark influence.
"Good girl," Sarah purred, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "You're such a fucking slut, Candi. You love the idea of being passed around like a little fuck doll, don't you?"
Candi's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, but she didn't deny it. She couldn't. The truth was written all over her face.
Sarah turned to me, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at me. "You're pathetic, Jamie. Stand up." Sarah's voice was cold and unyielding, her eyes like ice as she looked down at me. I hesitated for a moment, then slowly got to my feet, my cock straining painfully against my pants.
Sarah smirked, her eyes roaming over my body, lingering on the little bulge in my pants. "I should make you strip right now, you fucking cuck. But I don't want you getting off too easy. You can keep your clothes on for now, but no jacking off. Understood?"
I nodded, my cock throbbing painfully at the thought of being denied release.
Sarah's smirk deepened, and she turned back to Candi, her hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples through the tiny dress.
"Mmm, you look so fucking hot, Candi. I can't wait to see you on your knees, sucking cock after cock tonight," Sarah purred, her voice thick with lust.
Candi let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as Sarah's hands roamed over her body. I could see the desire in her eyes, the hunger for release, for the pleasure that only a real cock could give her.
Sarah was right, Candi was in heat, and she needed to be fucked.
“Get on your knees, little slut,” Sarah commanded, her voice a low growl. “Show me how eager you are to please your first cock of the night.”
Candi hesitated for a moment, then did as she was told, sinking down onto her knees in front of Sarah. Her huge tits heaved with each breath, the tiny dress struggling to contain them. She looked up at Sarah, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation.
Sarah smirked, her eyes never leaving Candi’s. She reached down with both hands and grabbed Candi’s head, her fingers tangling in her long blonde hair. She squeezed, pulling Candi’s head back and forcing her to look up at her.
"Open your fucking mouth, you little whore," Sarah hissed, her voice low and harsh. "Show me that pretty little tongue of yours."
Candi whimpered softly, her lips parting to reveal her glistening pink tongue. Sarah's grip on her hair tightened, making Candi gasp in pain.
"Good girl," Sarah purred, her eyes flicking to me. "Jamie, watch this, watch your slutty little wife.”
Sarah’s thumb rubbed all over and around Candi’s fat plump lips before pushing four fingers into her mouth.
“Suck,” Sarah ordered, pushing her fingers deeper into Candi’s mouth. Candi started sucking on Sarah’s fingers, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, her saliva dripping from Sarah’s fingers and running down her chin.
Sarah was moaning with the pleasure of it, her eyes fixed on Candi’s mouth as she sucked her fingers. “That’s it, you little cunt. Suck those fingers like a good little whore. Show me how much you love it.”
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully as I watched my wife suck Sarah’s fingers. Sarah pushing deeper and deeper, causing Candi to choke and gag. Saliva was running down her chin and onto her tits, the sight of which made me even harder. Sarah’s fingers were making deep, wet sounds as they slid in and out of Candi’s mouth.
“Fuck, yes, you little whore. Take it all, every last inch. Make me cum in your throat, you little slut.” Sarah’s words were harsh, her eyes wild with lust. I could see the veins in her neck standing out as she thrust her fingers in and out of Candi’s mouth.
Candi was making soft gagging noises, her eyes watering from the force of it.
Sarah's hand was a blur as she fucked Candi's face, her fingers disappearing into my wife's throat with each thrust. The sight of it was incredibly fucking hot, and I could feel my cock leaking precum, soaking the front of my pants.
"Fuck, yes, you little whore," Sarah grunted,  as she finger fucked Candi's face. "Take it all, every last inch. Make me cum in your throat, you little slut."
Candi was gagging and choking, her eyes wide and panicked as Sarah continued to force her fingers down her throat.
Sarah was grunting and moaning, her body trembling with pleasure as she fucked my wife's face. I could see the veins in Sarah's neck standing out, her face a mask of pure lust.
Candi was making soft choking noises, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe. But she didn't stop, didn't try to pull away. She just took it, every last inch of Sarah's fingers.
My beautiful, petite wife, now transformed into a cock-hungry bimbo slut, was taking Sarah's fingers like a fucking pro. The sight of it made my cock throb with need. I had to fight the urge to take my cock out and stroke it, to relieve some of the pressure building in my balls. But Sarah's warning echoed in my mind, and I knew better than to disobey her.
Sarah's grunting grew louder, more animalistic, as she fucked Candi's face with increasing vigor. "Fuck, yes, you little whore," she growled.
"Deepthroat it, you bitch. Take every fucking inch like the slut you are."
Candi's eyes watered as she gagged, her cheeks hollowed out as Sarah's fingers disappeared down her throat. The wet, sloppy sounds of Candi's mouth around Sarah's fingers filled the room, and I could feel my cock throbbing with each breath I took.
Sarah's breath hitched, her body tensing, wild with lust as she violated my wife with her hand and words.“Choke on my fingers, you whore. Show me what a good little cocksucker you will be." Sarah's voice was a low, guttural growl, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
Candi's face was flushed a deep shade of red, her eyes watering as she gagged and choked on Sarah's fingers. But she didn't pull away, didn't try to stop Sarah. Instead, she pressed her tongue against the underside of Sarah's fingers, sucking and licking at them as Sarah fucked her face.
Sarah let out a loud moan, her grip on Candi's hair tightening as she thrust her fingers deeper into her mouth.
"Fuck, Candi, you're such a good little cocksucker," Sarah panted, her body trembling with pleasure. "You’ll take cock better than any whore I've ever seen."
Candi gagged and choked, her eyes streaming with tears as she took every last inch of Sarah's fingers. The sight of it was too much for me. I couldn't take it anymore.
“Please Sarah, please stop,” I begged. “Your hurting her,” I pleaded as I watched my wife gag and choke on Sarah’s fingers. My cock was so hard it was painful, but I couldn’t stand the sight of Sarah abusing my wife like this.
Sarah pulled her fingers out of Candi’s mouth with a wet popping sound. Candi gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Spit and saliva dripped from her chin and onto her tits.
Sarah laughed, a wicked, cruel sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Hurting her? Jamie, you stupid little cuck. She loves it. She fucking loves it. Look at her, Jamie. Look at your little whore wife. She's dripping, just fucking dripping with lust. She wants this, Jamie. She fucking craves it," Sarah said, her eyes never leaving Candi as she gasped for air, her tits heaving with each breath.
Candi looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of shame and desire. She knew what was coming next, and she was both terrified and excited.
Sarah had been preparing her for this moment, training her, teasing her, and now it was finally happening. Sarah turned to me, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of my straining cock. "You want to watch your little slut wife get fucked, Jamie? Is that what you want?"
I hesitated, guilt and desire warring within me. Sarah laughed, a harsh sound that made Candi flinch. "Answer me, you fucking cuckold. Do you want to watch your wife get fucked?"
I couldn't deny it, not to myself, not to her.
I wanted to watch. I wanted to see my wife, my beautiful petite wife, get fucked by another man. The thought of it made my cock ache with need, made my balls draw up tight and heavy. I wanted to see her taken, used, filled with another man's cock.
"Yes," I admitted, my voice a low, ragged whisper. "Yes, I want to watch."
Sarah's face split into a wicked grin, her eyes gleaming with triumph and lust. She turned to Candi, her hands grasping her by the hair, forcing her to look up at her. "Did you hear that, whore?
Your little cuck of a husband wants to watch me turn you into a proper fuckdoll," Sarah taunted, her grip on Candi's hair tightening until Candi whimpered in pain. "He wants to see you get fucked, Candi. Fucked hard and raw by a real man. Isn't that right, Jamie?"
I nodded, my cock throbbing painfully at the thought of another man fucking Candi. She was mine, my wife, but the idea of her being used and defiled by another man sent a thrill of perverse excitement through me.
Sarah's smile widened, her eyes glinting with lust and cruelty. Looking back down at Candi she said. “Clean yourself up slut. We’re gonna be late and the Uber is on his way. Let’s get this party started.”

Looking forward to hearing the next chapter.

This story is getting darker and darker and more violent. This is all fiction that I’ve made up. It’s not real.

The Uber ride to the club was fairly eventful. I was made to ride up front while Sarah and Candi were in the back. Of course, Sarah had Candi sit in the middle so the driver could easily look up her skirt and look he did.
Sarah kept her hand on Candi’s thigh, toying with the clasp of her garter strap, fingering and lifting the taught strap and letting it snap loudly back into place getting the attention of me and the driver.
I was trying to keep my eyes on the road but it was proving difficult with Sarah's deliberate teasing of my wife’s body.
“Spread your legs you naughty little girl, let the driver see your panties,” Sarah said, pulling Candi’s leg outward, a wicked grin on her mouth.
Candi’s nylon-clad thighs parted, revealing her stocking tops and the scrap of black lace covering her pussy. The driver’s eyes widened, his breathing becoming more rapid. He stole glances at Candi in the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering on her exposed thighs and the hint of her pussy
“You like that, don’t you, driver? You like seeing my slutty little friends pussy, don’t you?” Sarah taunted, her voice a low purr.
The driver swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“You like letting the driver look at your little pussy don’t you whore,” Sarah whispered, brushing back Candi’s bleached blonde hair from her ear. “Your wimpy little hubby is sitting right there and here you are, exposing yourself to another man.”
Sarah’s hand moved up Candi’s thigh, her fingers brushing against her panty covered pussy lips. Candi gasped, her body tensing as Sarah teased her, her juices already flowing freely.
Sarah dug around into Candi’s panty crotch and pulled her engorged pussy lips out on each side of her panties, trapping the dainty panties in between her long, hanging vulva. Sarah rubbed her fat lips together, making Candi squirm and shake. Sarah then used her other hand to gather the front of her panty together and pull them up and tight, putting pressure on her hard clitoris. 
Sarah then wedged her index finger in between her pussy lips, pressing on top of her panty and pussy, creating even more clitoral pressure.
Sarah continued to finger her pussy and play with her clit, her hard nipples poking through her leather corset. She was so turned on by the situation and the fact that she was exposing Candi to another man.
The driver was glancing back in the rearview mirror every chance he got, his eyes fixed on Candi's exposed pussy. Sarah could see the outline of his hard cock straining against his pants.
Sarah smiled to herself. It was going to be a fun night.
The club was a pulsating den of decadence, illuminated by flashing neon lights that cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the heaving dance floor. The air was thick with the musky scent of alcohol and sweat, and the throbbing bass rattled the walls.
Sarah dragged Candi behind her, the dumb blonde bimbo stumbling on her high stiletto heels, with Jamie following close behind. The club was loud, the music thumping, the lights flashing, and the crowd was already in full swing.
“Fuck, this place is nuts,” Jamie yelled over the music, his eyes wide as he took in the scene.
Sarah smirked, her eyes scanning the crowd. “I know, right? It’s perfect for what I have planned.”
Sarah tugged Candi along, displaying her to all the aggressive young men there.She had to hold Candi close to keep her from falling in those ridiculous heels. She was a fucking mess, but a hot mess.
Sarah spotted a young, tall bad boy named Kyle skulking in the corner. He had a cocky swagger and a smirk that made Sarah's pussy clench. He was perfect.
"Hey, baby," Sarah purred, sidling up to him, forcing Candi to stand directly in front. "This sexy little whore is my best friend Candi, would you like to dance with her?" Sarah cooed, leaning in close to Kyle.
He looked Candi up and down, his eyes lingering on her big tits and long stocking covered legs.
"Fuck yeah, I'd like to dance with her," he replied, his eyes never leaving Candi's body. Sarah laughed and turned to Candi, giving her a little shove. "Go on, baby. Dance with the boy."
Candi hesitated for a moment, looking up at Jamie with a mix of fear and desire in her eyes. Jamie just nodded, giving her a small smile. He was turned on and terrified all at the same time.
He was used to being the only man in Candi's life, but here she was, about to dance with a stranger who was barely legal.
Kyle pulled Candi onto the dance floor, his hands immediately going to her ass, squeezing and groping her. Candi gasped, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as she looked over her shoulder at Jamie, her big blue eyes filled with a mix of shame and excitement.
Jamie could see the outline of Kyle's hard cock straining against his pants as he ground against Candi, his hands roaming all over her body.
Sarah was standing beside me, taunting me, "Look at your little wife, Jamie. Look at how much she loves it. She's a fucking slut, a little whore who can't get enough cock. Ain't that right, sweetie?"
Sarah turned to me, her eyes gleaming with malice. "You see that, Jamie? Your wife likes being touched by other men. She likes being used. She's not your little wifey anymore, she's a fucking slut. And tonight, I’m going to prove it," Sarah spat, her hand snaking around to grip my crotch, squeezing my tiny, hard cock through my pants. I flinched at the sudden, rough touch, but I couldn't deny the thrill of pain mixed with pleasure.
"I’m going to make her take cock after cock tonight, Jamie. She's going to be used and abused, and she's going to fucking love every minute of it."
I stood there, frozen, as Sarah's words washed over me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, what I was seeing.
Sarah giggled wickedly and sauntered onto the dance floor, joining Candi and Kyle. Sarah spun Candi around to face her and Kyle pressed into Candi’s backside.
Sarah was talking to Candi as Kyle started kissing and sucking on Candi’s neck, no doubt leaving his mark on her. Candi moaned as she felt Kyle’s erection against her ass. She was so fucking wet, her panties were soaked, and she wanted to feel that big cock inside her.
Sarah stared into her eyes sinisterly. “So, Candi, are you ready to be a good little slut and take a little cock tonight?”
Candi hesitated for just a moment, but in reality, she knew she was. She was ready to be used and abused. She nodded and whispered, “Yes, Sarah.”
Sarah’s face lit up with a wicked smile and she glanced over Candi’s shoulder at Kyle. “We need to fuck this little cunt up, you got some stuff right?” She asked.
I was standing at the edge of the dance floor, watching and sipping on my whiskey. I couldn’t hear them but I was transfixed, seeing them molest my hot little bimbo bride.
I saw Kyle back up a bit, reaching into his pants pocket. He handed something to Sarah that looked like a small glass bottle. She opened the cap and shook out what looked like two tiny white pills. Sarah handed to tiny bottle back to Kyle and he went back to kissing Candi’s throat.
“Open your fucking mouth, slut,” Sarah said, pushing the pills onto Candi’s fat, plump lips, tracing around the edges, teasing her. Candi opened her mouth obediently and Sarah slipped the pills inside, pressing them with her thumb so Candi had to swallow them.
“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” Sarah purred, her hand trailing down to cup Candi’s firm, round tits, giving them a squeeze. Candi moaned, her back arching against Kyle’s hard body, her eyes rolling back in her head as Sarah played with her tits.
“Fuck, you look hot,” Kyle growled, his hands roaming over Candi’s body, cupping her ass and giving it a hard squeeze.
Candi moaned, her hips grinding against his cock, feeling it twitch against her.
“Oh, dear god, yes,” Sarah purred, her eyes roving over Candi’s body, taking in her huge tits heaving in the skimpy dress, her long, toned stocking covered legs, and her round, firm ass. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Candi. You look like a little fucking doll.”
Sarah’s hand moved to Kyle’s cock, rubbing it through his pants, making him groan. “And you’re fucking huge, aren’t you? You’re going to split her little cunt wide open,” Sarah taunted, her hand wrapping around the bulge in Kyle’s pants. He let out a low growl, his eyes never leaving Candi’s.
“You like that, don’t you, slut? You like knowing that this big cock is going to tear you apart?”
Candi nodded, her breath coming in short gasps, no doubt feeling the effects of the drug Sarah made her consume. “Yes, Sarah. I want it. I want his cock.”
Sarah laughed, a wicked, filthy sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Good girl,” she purred, her hand sliding down to cup Candi’s wet pussy under her tiny dress. “You’re so fucking wet, aren’t you? You’re ready for that big cock, aren’t you?”
Candi moaned, her hips grinding against Sarah’s hand, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. I’m ready. Please…please let him fuck me.”
Sarah laughed again, a cruel, triumphant sound. “Oh, baby, I can’t wait to see you get fucked, but first, Kyle needs to fuck this little throat of yours, isn’t that right Kyle?”
Kyle stopped sucking on Candi’s throat, nodded at Sarah, and then started pulling the doped stumbling blonde off the dance floor. Sarah followed closely behind as they wove between the writhing bodies of the gyrating crowd.
Sarah glanced at me, her hand gesturing me to follow. “Come on, you pathetic cuck, you don’t want to miss this, do you?”
"No," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest as I followed them.
Kyle led them to a darkened corner of the club, where a short hallway led to the restrooms. He pushed Candi roughly into the men’s room and Sarah and I followed. Inside, the room was dimly lit and stunk of piss and cheap beer. Kyle pushed Candi up against the table near the sink, her ass pressed against the cold, grimy surface. He spun her around to face him, his hand going to his pants and unbuckling them. My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched, my cock aching with need.
Sarah stood beside me, her hand on my arm, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You're going to watch this, Jamie," she whispered, her voice a low growl.
"You're going to watch while Kyle fucks your little wife's throat. You're going to watch while he uses her like the dirty little whore she is."
Kyle had his cock out, and it was huge, thick and long, the head already glistening with precome. He grabbed Candi's hair, wrapping his fist in her blonde locks, and forced her to her knees in front of him. "Open your fucking mouth, whore," he growled.
Candi looked up at him, her eyes wide and frightened, but also eager and excited.
Jamie was amazed. Maybe it was the drugs screwing with Candi’s judgment because she had never given him oral sex. Candice always said it was degrading for a girl to put a man’s “thing” in her mouth, now, here she was, on her stockinged knees in a piss soaked men’s bathroom getting ready to do just that.
She looked up at me from her knees, her eyes filling with tears, but she obediently opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I could see Sarah’s lips curl into a satisfied smile behind Kyle’s back as he started guiding his cock into Candi’s mouth.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it, you little slut,” Kyle groaned as he forced his cock deeper into Candi’s mouth.
Candi flinched, trying to back away so Kyle grabbed both hands in her hair and pulled her towards him while simultaneously, forcing her back against the filthy wall.
“Fucking stay still, bitch. You’re gonna do what I say, you fucking hear me?” Kyle yelled, slapping her cheek violently.
Jamie just stood there doing nothing as Kyle smacked his wife. He was shocked and terrified, but he couldn't deny the twinge of excitement he felt at seeing his wife, his sweet, innocent Candi, being treated like a fucking slut. He could see the tears streaming down her face, the mascara running in black rivulets down her cheeks, but he could also see the desire in her eyes, the hunger for more.
"Fucking suck it, bitch. You, fucking hear me?" Kyle growled, his grip on Candi's hair tightening. "Suck my fucking cock like the little whore you are."
“That’s right Kyle, make the little bitch obey,” Sarah said, as she stood beside me watching eagerly. She reached down to my crotch and squeezed my cock, making me groan in pain and pleasure. “Isn’t this what you want, Jamie? Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? Your little wife on her knees, a cock in her mouth, taking it like the little whore she is?”
I couldn’t deny the truth, no matter how much I wanted to. I was hard, my cock straining against my pants, pre-cum soaking the front of them. The sight of Candi on her knees, tears streaming down her face as Kyle forced his cock deeper into her throat, was both horrifying and arousing.
I could see the struggle in her eyes, the way her body tensed as she tried to pull away from him. But Kyle was relentless, his grip on her hair tightening as he pushed her head down onto his cock.
"That's it, you little slut," Kyle growled, his hips thrusting forward. "Take it all, take every fucking inch of my cock."
Sarah's grip on my cock tightened, her fingers stroking me through my pants. "Look at her, Jamie. Look at how that fucking cock is stretching her throat. She's choking on it, gagging and drooling all over that massive dick. Isn't that hot?" Sarah whispered, her breath hot on my ear, her fingers stroking me harder through my pants.
I couldn't answer. My throat was dry, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched Candi's lips slide down Kyle's shaft, her eyes watering and her cheeks hollowing as she struggled to take more of him into her mouth.
Candi's hands were fisted in Kyle's pants, her nails digging into his flesh as she tried to push him away. At times, you could see her panic at the restriction to her airway, smacking at Kyle’s thighs feverishly, but Kyle just continued.
Other guys came and went, but almost all stayed to watch the show. They pulled out their cocks to stroke as they held their cell phones up, taking pictures and videos of the young wife being used like a fucktoy.
Sarah held onto Jamie’s arm, her other hand going to her pussy through her leather pants as she watched the scene unfold. "God, this is so hot," she panted, her fingers frantically rubbing her clit. "Watching your little wife take that huge cock in her throat. God, I can't wait to see her take it in her cunt."
Jamie was rock hard, his cock aching with need, but he couldn't touch himself.
Kyle started complaining because his penetration was being stopped. It seemed that Candi’s tight choker collar was denying him the full access he wanted to her throat. He was choking her so hard that Candi’s face was turning red.
Kyle yanked his cock out and slapped her a couple more times as Candi gasped and gulped for air. He also berated her for failing to take him all the way down her throat. "You fucking worthless cunt, can't even suck a cock right," he snarled, his face contorted with anger and frustration.
Sarah chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Jamie's spine. "Oh, Kyle, be patient with her. She's new to this, after all. Give her a chance to prove herself, yeah?"
Kyle snorted, but he seemed to calm down a little, his expression softening as he looked down at Candi. "Alright, I'll give you another chance, bitch.
Kyle turned around and asked the small group of guys that was gathered around if anyone had any “blow.” One dude pulled out a little baggie and tossed it to him and Kyle quickly poured out a rather large pile onto the edge of the urinal closest to them.
Kyle literally dragged Candi over to the piss stained, pubic hair covered urinal and shoved her face first into a pile of cocaine. He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers digging into her scalp as he held her in place.
“Snort it, bitch. All of it,” Kyle commanded, his voice harsh and demanding.
Candi hesitated for a moment, but then she did as she was told, snorting the entire pile of coke with a loud, desperate snort.
Kyle stepped back, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he watched Candi jerk and twitch, her body reacting to the potent drug.
Kyle pushed her back against the wall and forced his cock back in her throat. Candi gagged and choked, her back arching as she tried to push him away, but Kyle was relentless. He held her in place, his hands fisted in her hair, and fucked her throat like it was a pussy.
Candi's eyes were watering, mascara running down her cheeks in black rivulets, but she was taking it. She was taking every inch of that massive cock like the good little slut she was.
Sarah was rubbing her pussy through her leather pants, her eyes locked on the scene before her. "Fuck, look at that, Jamie. Look at your wife taking that cock like a fucking champ," Sarah whispered into my ear, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "She's a natural, isn't she? A little slut born to be used and abused."
My cock throbbed in my pants, aching to be free, as I watched Candi's lips slide up and down Kyle's thick shaft. She was gagging and drooling, her eyes streaming with tears, but she was taking it like a pro. The sight was both horrifying and arousing, her poor throat now bulging obscenely on each side of the tight choker collar, but Kyle had gotten his desired full penetration.  Candi was not just taking his cock in her mouth now, she was swallowing his full length.
The sensation of it made Candi’s stomach churn, but the drugs coursing through her system made her feel euphoric and distorted the sensation. The room was spinning all around her, even the sight of the piss stained urinal in front of her face seemed almost like it was floating in the air.
Kyle was relentless in his fucking of her throat. He was holding her head still and thrusting his massive cock in and out of her mouth, each thrust in forcing Candi’s head backwards.
Kyle looked down at her with a cruel smile and then grabbed her head with both hands and picked up the pace. “Open your fucking mouth, whore,” he growled as he began to face fuck her with speed and force.
Sarah was watching this with a look of pure ecstasy, her fingers still rubbing her clit through her pants. “Look at her, Jamie. Look at how that cock is literally fucking her face. Her lips are swollen and red, her eyes are watering and she just can’t get enough of that big cock.
Candi's gag reflex is no longer an issue as the drugs have finally kicked in completely. Kyle is fucking her face like a madman, his big balls slapping against her chin with every thrust. The sound of her throat being abused fills the room, a wet, squelching sound that makes Jamie's cock ache with need.
Sarah is watching this all with a huge grin on her face, her hand still down the front of her leather pants, her fingers rubbing her clit frantically. "Fucking hell, Jamie. Look at that. Look at your little wife taking that big cock like a pro.
I bet you never thought she had it in her, did you, Jamie?" Sarah taunted, her hand now inside her leather pants, fingers working her clit furiously. "She's a fucking whore, Jamie, a natural-born slut, and she's loving every fucking second of this. Make her gag on that cock, Kyle, make her choke on it. Show her husband what a real man does to a little slut like her."
Kyle obliged, his grip on Candi's hair tightening as he began to pound her throat with brutal force.
"Gag on it, you little slut. Choke on that massive cock," he grunted, his eyes locked onto Jamie's as he watched his wife being used like a cheap fuck doll.
Candi's face was a mask of agony and ecstasy as she tried to keep up with Kyle's relentless pace. Her lips were stretched around his thick cock, her mouth filled with the taste and smell of him. She could feel his cock swelling in her mouth, the veins pulsing as he grew closer to the edge.
Sarah was practically panting now, her hand a blur between her legs as she watched Kyle face fuck Candi.
"Fuck, yes. Make her gag on it, Kyle. Make her fucking choke on that huge cock. She loves it, don't you, Candi?" Sarah panted, her eyes locked onto Jamie's, challenging him.
Jamie just stood there, his cock throbbing in his pants, pre-cum soaking the front of them. He couldn't take his eyes off Candi, couldn't believe what he was seeing. His little wife, the woman he had known since high school, was on her knees in a filthy men's bathroom, taking a cock down her throat like a pro.
Kyle pushed against her face and held still, groaning like a mad man as he emptied his sperm right into Candi’s stomach.  She was forced to swallow every single drop, and when he pulled his cock out, she gasped for air, coughing and gagging as she tried to clear her throat.
"Fuck, that was hot," Kyle said, his eyes locked onto Jamie as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Your little wife is a goddamn cock slut, man."
Sarah stepped forward, her hand reaching down to help Candi up off the floor. "Don't worry, sweetie, you did great," she cooed, her voice sweet and soothing.
"Now, sit on the sink and spread those legs for me. I want to see that pretty little pussy of yours."
Jamie watched in horror and awe as Candi did as she was told, sitting on the cold, grimy sink, her legs spread wide, her stocking-clad thighs on display. Sarah knelt down in front of her, her hands going to Candi's thighs, spreading her further open.
"Fuck, that's a beautiful fucking pussy, isn't it, Jamie?" she purred, her fingers tracing the edge of Candi's soaked panties. "Look at it, Jamie. It's so fucking perfect," Sarah said, her voice a low growl as she pushed Candi's panties aside, revealing her glistening pussy. "So wet and ready for cock. Aren't you, baby? Aren't you ready to take a big cock in that tight little cunt of yours?"
Candi moaned, her hips grinding against the sink, her eyes locked onto Jamie's. "Yes, Sarah. I want cock. Please, please let him fuck me."
Sarah laughed, a wicked, filthy sound that sent shivers down Jamie's spine.
"Good girl," she purred, her fingers tracing the outline of Candi's pussy lips, making Candi squirm and shake. "You want cock, don't you? You want that big cock inside your little cunt, don't you?"
Candi nodded, her breath coming in short gasps, her hips bucking against Sarah's hand. I want his cock inside me."
Sarah grinned, her eyes gleaming with malice. "You heard her, Kyle. Get your cock hard and fuck the little whore."
Kyle didn't need to be told twice, he snorted a little coke and his cock was ready to go. Every bit as big and impressive as it was prior to the throat fuck.
At Sarah's prompting, Kyle stepped forward, his cock already dripping with precum and straining towards Candi's glistening pussy.
"That's it, you fucking slut," Sarah cooed, her fingers digging into Candi's flesh. "Look at that monster cock, ready to split you in two. Ain't that what you want? Ain't that what you've been begging for?"
Candi let out a whimper, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement as she looked at the massive cock heading her way. "Yes...yes, I want it," Candi stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper, the mix of drugs clouding her bimbo brain. 
Kyle stepped forward, his cock now inches away from her entrance. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "You want this cock, don't you, slut? You want me to fuck that tight little cunt of yours, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Candi nodded, her hips grinding against the sink, her pussy dripping with anticipation. "Please... please fuck me, Kyle," she begged, her eyes locked onto his. “Take me away from my husband, make me your girl.”
Sarah chuckled, her fingers trailing through Candi's wetness, teasing her clit. "Don't worry, baby, we'll get you away from this pathetic cuckold. But first, you need to prove yourself. You need to show Kyle and I that you're worth the effort."
Kyle's hands moved from Candi's hips to her ass, cupping her cheeks and spreading them apart. "That's right, baby girl. You need to prove to us that you're a worthwhile little fucktoy," he growled, his cock pressing against her pussy lips.
"You need to show us that you can take this cock like a good little whore."
He thrust into her, his cock splitting her open as it forced its way inside. Candi cried out, her back arching as she felt him stretching her wide. Jamie could see the pain and pleasure written all over her face as Kyle began to fuck her, his hips slamming against her with brutal force.
"Fuck, that's a tight little cunt," Kyle grunted, his hands gripping Candi's hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut? You like feeling that big cock tearing you apart?" Sarah taunted, her fingers tracing the outline of Candi's pussy lips, making her squirm and shake.
Kyle grunted, his hips pistoning in and out of Candi, his cock slamming into her with forceful, determined thrusts. "Fuck yeah, she loves it. Look at that pussy, all stretched out and taking every fucking inch of my cock."
Candi was moaning and whimpering, her body on fire with a mix of pain and pleasure. She could feel every inch of Kyle's cock, every vein and ridge, as he pounded into her.
It was almost too much, but the drugs were making her feel invincible, like she could take anything.
"Fuck, that pussy is so tight. It's like a fucking vice grip around my cock," Kyle groaned, his hips slamming against her with brutal force. "You're going to make me fucking cum, you little slut."
Sarah was beside them, her fingers buried in Candi's pussy, rubbing her clit in time with Kyle's thrusts. "That's it, baby girl. Take that cock like a good little whore. Beg Kyle to ruin your pussy.  Beg him to fuck you like the little slut you are," Sarah whispered in Candi's ear, her voice low and menacing. Candi was panting, her body shaking with each brutal thrust from Kyle. She could feel the friction between her thighs, the burn of his cock tearing through her.
Sarah's fingers moved to Kyle's ass, feeling the muscles clench and release as he pounded into Candi. "That's right, baby. Ruin her fucking pussy. Make her beg for more," Sarah moaned, her own arousal building.
"I want to hear her say it, Kyle. I want to hear her beg for that cock to tear her apart."
Kyle grunted, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to plow into Candi. "You hear that, you little whore? You want to beg for my cock?"
Candi nodded, her body trembling as she felt the orgasm building within her. The mixture of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, and she knew she needed more. "Yes...yes, please, Kyle. Please fuck me harder. Ruin my pussy.
Please, please fuck me so hard you tear me apart. I want to feel your cock destroying me," Candi begged, her voice a desperate, breathless plea.
Kyle growled, his hips slamming against her with even more force, his cock pounding into her with brutal, unforgiving thrusts. "You heard her, Sarah. She wants to be ruined. She wants this cock to tear her fucking apart," he snarled, his eyes locked onto Jamie's.
Sarah laughed, a low, wicked sound that sent shivers down Jamie's spine. "That's right, Kyle. Make her fucking scream. Make her beg for more," Sarah taunted, her hand now back inside her leather pants, fingers working her clit furiously. "Make her pussy feel every fucking inch of that monster cock, then make her beg for more."
Kyle's hips were a blur of motion, his cock a piston driving into Candi with powerful, punishing thrusts. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, along with Candi's screams and whimpers. Her body shook and trembled with each brutal thrust, her tits bouncing with the force of his assault.
“Oh you fucking whore, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum right in your fucking whore cunt,” Kyle panted , his body tense as he approached his climax.
“Yeah, you do it, baby. You fill her up with your cum,” Sarah encouraged, her voice breathy and excited. “Fill her fucking pussy with that hot, sticky seed.”
Candi’s nails dug into Kyle’s back as she felt his cock swell inside her, her own orgasm building with each brutal thrust. “Yes…yes, please cum…please fill me up,” she begged, her voice a desperate whimper.
Kyle let out a primal growl as he slammed into Candi one last time, his cock pulsing as he emptied his load into her.
Candi screamed, her nails digging into Kyle's back, her body convulsing as her own orgasm ripped through her. She could feel his hot cum filling her, coating her insides, and it sent her over the edge.
"Fuck!" Kyle grunted, his hips still moving, his cock twitching inside Candi as he rode out his orgasm. "Fuck, that was good."
Sarah chuckled, her hand still buried between her legs as she watched the scene before her. "That's just the beginning, baby girl," she purred, her eyes locked onto Jamie's. "There's plenty more cock where that came from. You're not done yet, little slut," Sarah taunted, her eyes locked onto Jamie's. "You're going to take more. You're going to be a good little cum dumpster and take every last drop these boys have to offer."
Jamie watched in horror and fascination as Sarah dragged Kyle's limp body off Candi, his cock slipping out of her with a wet, obscene sound. Candi was left sprawled on the sink, her legs spread wide, her pussy leaking cum and desire onto the filthy surface.

Hey guys…..and gals. I just thought I’d bump this story up again. I never got any feedback from you readers and was wondering if anyone really liked it? I have more chapters to this story but if no one likes it I’ll try something else. It is kinda dark and twisted. Does anyone like it? Does anyone have any suggestions on how I should proceed?

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Hola, know it's been like forever but I'm loving this and your other stories.