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EXTREME FILTH

8 TALES OF NASTY SEX

Ashley Embers

Copyright 2019 by Ashley Embers

EROTIC FILTH PUBLICATIONS

DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

 DEPRAVED THREESOME

TEACHING THE NEIGHBOR A LESSON

BANGING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT

POUNDING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT GETS MANHANDLED

FILTHY REQUESTS

DOMINATING HER ASS

PERVERTED ANAL THREESOME

 

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DEPRAVED THREESOME

 

Eric is at the hotel where he always hooks up with Jasmine, relaxing on the couch in a bathrobe with a beer in his hand and watching SportsCenter when he hears a knock on the door.

Jasmine.

Even though he’s been seeing her regularly for a couple months now, butterflies of anticipation fill his stomach as he flips the TV off, sets the bottle on the end table, climbs off the couch and heads for the door.

He opens it without peeking, as usual, but gets quite a surprise.

Jasmine’s not alone.

Standing next to her is another girl. They’re wearing identical black strapless dresses that barely contain either of their bodies and black fuck-me pumps. But their outfits are pretty much the only thing they have in common.

The new girl is a couple inches shorter and not quite as skinny as Jasmine, with black hair to Jasmine’s blonde, pale skin to Jasmine’s bronze tan, and a pair of large, glorious tits to Jasmine’s small, perky ones. Her lips are fuller, her face is more rounded and she’s wearing more makeup than Jasmine.

They’re totally different from a physical standpoint; the new girl is more hard-edged and definitely sluttier-looking than Jasmine but as Eric evaluates them both, he realizes they have one more thing in common besides their outfits.

An important thing.

They’re both smokin’ hot.

“What do we have here?” he asks, deferring to Jasmine, not sure what the protocol is in this type of situation.

“Eric, this is my friend Tory.”

“Hello Tory.”

“Pleased to meet you, Eric,” Tory says, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, European style.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Eric replies. His eyes are locked on her tits, which are threatening to spill out of her little dress.

“So are you going to invite us in or just stand there with your cock sticking out?” Jasmine asks, smiling like the devil.

Eric looks down and sees that his already hard cock is indeed sticking out of the folds of the bathrobe. Laughing, he covers himself up and steps aside, allowing the girls to enter.

“I’m going to go powder my nose,” Tory says, turning and heading towards the bathroom. She’s wearing a tiny black strapless dress that can barely contain her body.

Eric can’t take his eyes her big, bubbly ass working feverishly beneath her dress as she walks away from him.

“We’ll be waiting for you,” Jasmine replies as she sits down on the couch.

Tory disappears into the bathroom and Eric takes a seat in the lounge chair across from Jasmine. Leaning forward, he says. “What exactly is going on here?”

“Just what it looks like,” Jasmine says. “I brought a friend along to play with us this evening.”

“Just on a whim?”

“Pretty much,” she says. “I thought you’d enjoy having two girls at the same time. Was I wrong?”

“Not at all,” Eric says. “It’s just . . . I didn’t know this was going to happen and I don’t have enough cash on me to cover another girl.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jasmine says. “It’s on me.”

“What?” he says with a laugh. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s simple,” she says. “I felt bad about taking your extra money last time with that bet at the end. So I gave it to Tory to come with me tonight.”

“Are you serious?”

“What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever heard of the hooker with a heart of gold?”

“Of course,” Eric says. “But I didn’t think they actually existed outside of the movies.”

“Well, they do,” Jasmine says. “Of course, if you prefer I could just tell her to leave.”

“No, no,” he says quickly. “I’m not complaining. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

“And happy?” Jasmine asks.

“Very,” Eric replies.

“Good,” Jasmine says as Tory walks out of the bathroom and sits down next to her on the couch. “Then just sit back and enjoy the show. We’ll get to you in a little while.”

“If you insist,” Eric says. But he doesn’t sit back. He leans forward. He wants to get as good a look as possible at this.

Jasmine and Tory start going at it, passionately making out on the couch, bodies intertwined like a pair of snakes, tongues flicking in and out of each others mouths, hands exploring each others bodies, totally absorbed by each other.

It’s like Eric isn’t even in the room. Which is fine by him. He’s perfectly content to watch these two gorgeous women getting off on each other.

Jasmine pulls Tory’s dress down, revealing her large, amazing tits. She then starts moving down Tory’s body, licking and sucking and kissing Tory’s skin as she goes. She pauses at Tory’s tits and goes to work on them, jiggling and fondling and playing with them, sucking on the nipples while her hands continue down Tory’s stomach.

With her mouth still working Tory’s tits, Jasmine slides her friend’s dress up, revealing a nicely trimmed bush beneath, uninhibited by any panties. Jasmine slides a couple of fingers inside Tory’s pussy and starts working them in and out.

A short time later Tory pulls Jasmine’s head up towards hers and sticks her tongue in Jasmine’s mouth. They start making out with more urgency. Jasmine matches this intensity by banging Tory’s pussy with more aggression. 

Pretty soon Tory is pulling on Jasmine’s dress, revealing Jasmine’s tits. They aren’t nearly the size of Tory’s but they’re perky and shapely, and her nipples are a thing of beauty, a good half-inch long and almost always hard.

Tory grabs ahold of one of Jasmine’s nipples with her fingers and gives it a good pinch.

Jasmine utters a sharp gasp and returns the favor by sliding another finger inside Tory’s pussy.

Tory slaps down on Jasmine’s tit, eliciting another high-pitched gasp from Jasmine’s mouth.

She replies by slamming Tory even more aggressively, hammering her fingers in and out of Tory’s pussy.

Eric is watching the proceedings with a sense of awe and excitement that’s different than anything he’s ever experienced. To see two incredibly hot sluts going at it like this right in front of him is a dream come true. He doesn’t even care how long it takes for him to get involved; he’s perfectly content to watch these two go at it for as long as they want. His cock is rock-hard and not in any danger of wilting, even though he hasn’t so much as touched it since the proceedings started.

Tory moves her head down and attaches her lips to one of Jasmine’s tits. She’s sucking on Jasmine’s nipple, her tongue flicking it back and forth, while her free hand works Jasmine’s other tit, grabbing and groping and slapping it and rubbing the rock-hard nipple between her fingers.

Jasmine does all she can to keep up with Tory’s escalations. She sticks a fourth finger in Tory’s pussy and is slamming all of them in and out with everything she’s got, the muscles on her arm working feverishly as she bangs her dark-haired friend.

Both of the girls are sweating, both of them are breathing hard, both of their faces are fixed in that curious mixture of extreme pleasure and distress. Both look like they are ready to burst into orgasm but are holding off as best as they can, as if playing a game where the first one to cum loses. And from the looks of things, it’s a game they’ve played before. Many times, probably.

Which is fine by Eric. It doesn’t matter to him who loses; no matter how it ends up, he’s already a winner.

He watches as Jasmine and Tory’s game enters the final stages.

Tory has a hold of Jasmine’s nipple in between her teeth and bites down while simultaneously pulling on it, stretching Jasmine’s tit out as tight as a rubber band ready to snap back.

Jasmine tries to counter with another increase in the intensity in which she’s banging Tory’s pussy but she simply can’t keep pace.

With a desperate groan, Jasmine gives up, pulling her fingers from Tory’s pussy and transferring them to her own, yanking her dress up and rubbing desperately at her clit while her body shakes and shimmies and bucks in orgasm.

“Goddammit,” she moans as she settles down and catches her breath.

Tory releases her nipple and sits back in the couch, watching Jasmine and looking pleased with herself.

“I thought I had you that time,” Jasmine says, the smile on her face belying her disappointed tone.

“It’s never going to happen,” Tory replies, smiling back. She wiggles out of her dress and tosses it on the floor behind the couch, leaving her completely naked.

“One of these days it will,” Jasmine says as she too slips out of her dress and kicks it aside.

The way they’re talking lends credence to Eric’s belief that this is a game they’ve played before.

“Yeah, well maybe it will and maybe it won’t,” Tory says. “But it sure didn’t tonight. So it’s time to pay up. On your knees, slut.”

“If you insist,” Jasmine says in that same mock-disappointed tone. Again her wide smile betrays her true feelings as she slides onto the carpet and crawls on her hands and knees over to Tory, who’s sitting on the couch facing Eric with her legs spread open, her wet pussy wide and beckoning.

Jasmine crawls between Tory’s legs and starts licking her pussy.

“That’s a good girl,” Tory says, looking down at Jasmine. “Get that tongue in there. Don’t be shy. There you go. Lick my fucking pussy. That’s right. Stick that tongue in my snatch and go to town.”

Listening to Tory talk trash to Jasmine turns Eric on even more. He undoes his robe and begins to play with himself while alternating his focus between Jasmine’s ass sticking up in the air right in front of him and Tory, who has taken to sucking on her own nipples while Jasmine eats her out.

A few minutes ago he was content to just watch but now he’s itching to get involved. “Do you mind if I jump in?” he asks.

“Not at all,” Tory says after popping her nipple from her mouth. “In fact, I’d appreciate it. Jasmine eats pussy better with a cock inside her.” She grabs a handful of Jasmine’s hair and yanks her head up. “Isn’t that right you filthy little slut?”

Jasmine nods vigorously. Tory gives her a little smack in the face and shoves her head back down so she can go back to work. 

“Then I’d be glad to help you out,” Eric says. He slides off the chair and down to his knees and sidles up to Jasmine’s glorious body. He spreads her legs and scoots closer to her, his cock now resting on top of her perfect, tight little ass. He grabs ahold of his cock and smacks her ass with it a couple of times, then slides it into her wet, gaping pussy.

Jasmine moans, pulling her mouth off of Tory’s pussy as she does so.

“Don’t stop just because you have a cock inside you,” Tory says, looking down at Jasmine. “You know better than that.”

“I’m sorry,” Jasmine says. She drops her head back down and goes back to work on Tory’s pussy while Eric pumps his cock in and out of her, fucking her with long, slow strokes.

“That’s better,” Tory says, throwing her legs up in the air, giving Jasmine easier access to her pussy. She glances up at Eric and smiles and gives him a wink. She’s clearly having fun.

And so is he. With his cock in Jasmine’s pussy while she eats out another hot slut, how could he not be? He starts pumping Jasmine aggressively, slamming into her harder and more quickly, giving her more of his cock with every thrust.

This time Jasmine’s moans are muffled by Tory’s pussy. She’s learned her lesson.

“That’s right,” Tory says, her hands on the back of Jasmine’s head, pulling her closer, jamming her face into Tory’s snatch. “Just like that. Eat that fucking pussy you little slut.”

Slurping sounds join the cacophony of moans and grunts and the sounds of skin slapping together to create a symphony of sex.

“Fuck her harder,” Tory says, her eyes locked on Eric’s. “Give it to her like you mean it. Like you’re trying to break her in half.”

So Eric does just that, slamming into Jasmine with every ounce of his being, his hips bouncing of her ass and his sack slapping up against the underside of her pussy as his cock goes balls deep into her.

Jasmine’s moans turn higher-pitched and a full octave louder. She tries to lift her head to catch her breath but Tory’s having none of it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Tory says, grabbing Jasmine’s head and holding it in place, attached to her pussy. “I didn’t say you could come up for air.”

Watching Tory dominate Jasmine inspires Eric to get in on the act. Keeping his cock inside Jasmine’s pussy, he climbs to his feet and slides them toward the couch until he’s hovering over her, his legs outside of her body, giving him more leverage to pound her pussy. Squatting over her, Eric fucks Jasmine with reckless abandon, his hands on the back of her head, shoving her face into Tory’s pussy while he pummels her.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Tory says. With her hands now free, she slides one down her stomach and goes to town on her clit while the other starts working her breast, rubbing and groping and slapping it. 

Eric can hear Jasmine screaming into Tory’s pussy while moving her head around, fighting for breath, but he doesn’t let up on the pressure, figuring if she’s able to make this much noise and fight this hard she’s not in any real distress.

Now Tory’s voice joins the fray, her rapidly more animalistic groans signaling that her journey towards orgasm is nearly complete. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she says, her voice deeper and more guttural than Jasmine’s higher-pitched, more girlish screams. Her face is fixed in a scowl of determination as she feverishly works her clit, her hand moving up and down like a piston.

And then Tory lets out one final deep growl and her body tenses for a moment and then lets go, her legs quivering and shaking for a moment before falling still.

Eric slams his cock into Jasmine one last time and holds it there, deep in her pussy, then uses her hair to lift her head and pull it back towards him.

Jasmine takes a few deep, gasping breaths before Tory is on top of her, leaning forward to lick her pussy juices off of Jasmine’s face. Once that’s done, they make out while Eric watches from just above them, looking down, his cock still inside Jasmine but not moving against her.

“What do you think?” Tory asks Jasmine after they break off their kiss. “Do you feel like sucking some cock?”

“Always,” Jasmine replies, twisting her upper body around so she’s facing Eric.

“How do you feel about that?” Tory says to Eric.

“Sounds like a great idea to me,” he replies with a smile.

“I thought it might,” Tory says.

She grabs a handful of Eric’s hair and pulls him off Jasmine, standing him up. Then she drops to her knees and joins Jasmine, who has turned to face Eric.

Now he’s standing over both Jasmine and Tory, looking down on them as they start kissing inches away from his cock, their tongues moving inside each other’s mouths, filling him with anticipation of what’s to come.

Jasmine breaks off the kiss and turns her mouth towards Eric’s cock. She slips the tip of it into her mouth and starts sucking. Meanwhile, Tory has shifted her body so she’s facing sideways, her mouth perpendicular to his cock. While Jasmine sucks on the head of his cock Tory slides her lips up and down his shaft, leaving it glossy with spit in their wake.

Pretty soon Jasmine joins her, turning so she’s facing Tory on the other side of  Eric’s cock. She too starts running her lips up and down his shaft, both of the girls working in unison, both looking up at him while they coat his cock with saliva.

They pause for a moment, each halfway down his cock, their lips touching, their tongues flicking against each other on the underside of his cock as they make out while his cock is fixed between them.

Tory is the one to break this up, moving her body back around so she’s facing his cock head-on. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, she takes his cock in her mouth and begins to blow him proper.

Jasmine meanwhile slips in between them and slides down until she’s underneath Eric’s body. She plays with his balls for a few seconds then takes them both in her mouth, sucking on them and jiggling them around with her tongue while Tory continues blowing him.

Gagging sounds come from Tory’s mouth as she pumps his cock, taking it all the way down her throat with every thrust, her hair flying everywhere while her head moves back and forth against him. And then she’s holding Eric’s cock in her throat, all the way down, deepthroating him, her nose pressed up against his stomach.

At the same time, Jasmine is pulling down on his sack, his balls in her mouth, tightening his skin and seriously increasing his sensitivity.

“Holy fuck,” Eric moans. He’s not sure how much longer he can take both girls working his cock so aggressively.

Luckily, the girls seem to sense the same thing, as Tory pulls her mouth off his cock just as Jasmine pops his balls from her mouth.

Giggling, they swap spit for a few seconds, making out right beneath his cock while he looks down, shaking his head in amazement, a smile fixed upon his lips.

“Okay, enough of the bullshit,” Jasmine says, standing up. “It’s my turn to take charge.” She grabs a handful of Tory’s hair and hauls her to her feet, just to shove her down onto the couch. Tory sprawls onto it, lengthwise, lying on her back.

Pointing her finger at Tory, Jasmine says, “You, grab your ankles and pull your legs up by your head.”

Tory nods and does as she’s told without hesitation. Her entire attitude has flipped, just like that, from dominant to submissive. Her eyes are wide and her face is fixed in an expression of deference.

Jasmine turns so she’s facing Tory’s pussy, climbs onto the couch, positions herself directly over Tory’s face, and sits down, dropping her pussy right onto Tory’s mouth. Then she turns and points to Eric. “You, come over her and start fucking her.”

Smiling, Eric does as he’s told too, finding that being ordered around by Jasmine exponentially increases his excitement level.

He positions one of his knees on the couch and slips his cock into Tory’s waiting, gaping, dripping wet pussy. It slides in without resistance.

Eric gives Tory his whole cock, pushing it all the way inside her, balls deep. Tory’s pussy is snug, tighter than Jasmine’s but not too tight that he’s in danger of cumming anytime soon. And it’s so wet and slippery that Eric only has to pump it a few times before it loosens up enough for him to start slamming into her.

And slam Tory he does, giving it to her more aggressively with every thrust.

Jasmine has a hold of Tory’s ankles and is holding them up near her shoulders, tilting Tory’s body upward so that Eric’s cock rubs against her clit with every pump.

Tory is making a ton of noise but most of it is muffled by Jasmine’s pussy.

Jasmine isn’t exactly being quiet either, but her moans are softer, more subdued, as she grinds her pussy into Tory’s face.

“Give it to her, Eric,” Jasmine says, her eyes locked on his. “Give it to her good. Fuck that filthy little slut with everything you’ve got.”

So he does, shifting his body to get more leverage and hammering Tory with all the energy he can muster. He grabs onto her amazing tits and gropes them while he fucks her, heightening not only his excitement but apparently Tory’s too, as another round of screaming escapes from underneath Jasmine’s pussy.

“There you go,” Jasmine says as Eric continues fucking Tory.

Jasmine reaches back and grabs ahold of Tory’s head and pulls her face upwards, smashing it into her pussy and holding it there, muffing Tory’s cries even further. Jasmine’s head turns towards the ceiling and her eyes eyelids flutter and a short, deep moan escapes from her throat as she rides the wave of orgasm.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she says, releasing Tory’s head, once again allowing her dark-haired friend to breathe.

Figuring they’re about to switch positions again, Eric stops moving against Tory for the moment. Leaving his cock inside her, he bends down and goes to work on Tory’s tits, licking and sucking and biting on her nipples.

 But Jasmine doesn’t leave her perch upon Tory’s face. She grabs a handful of Eric’s hair and lifts his head so their faces are mere centimeters apart. She sticks her tongue in Eric’s mouth and explores the inside for a moment, then breaks off the kiss.

“Bring your cock up here,” she says. “I want to taste Tory’s pussy.”

Using the back of the couch for support, Eric climbs to his feet, standing on the cushions.

Jasmine grabs ahold of his cock (which is gleaming from Tory’s pussy) and slides it into her mouth. She sucks his cock, cleaning it of Tory’s juices, her hand and mouth working in unison as she takes his cock all the way down her throat.

Eric looks down at Jasmine. Something about the ways she’s looking at him while  deepthroating him and sitting on Tory’s face combined with Tory’s perfect tits visible below Jasmine lithe, tight body causes him to almost lose his load.

He quickly pulls his cock out of Jasmine’s mouth and holds it tight, right at the base, hoping to stave off cumming at least for a little while longer.

Jasmine is looking up at him with an amused little smile on her face. She’s knows exactly what just happened.

“Close call?” she says, more to rib him about it than anything else.

“Real close,” Eric says. He takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment, then lets it out. The moment passes.

“Better now?” Jasmine asks.

“Much,” he replies.

Jasmine doesn’t waste any time. She spits on his cock and starts jerking him off, her eyes still locked on his. “So, do you like Tory’s tits?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to fuck them?”

He nods.

Jasmine wraps her lips around his cock and slams it into her mouth a few times until she’s gagging on it. Then she pulls her mouth off his cock, positions her head directly over Tory’s chest and lets the gathered spit drip from her mouth right onto Tory’s tits, creating a little reservoir of saliva between the two of them.

“There you go,” Jasmine says. “Have fun with them. But don’t cum yet. I need your cock inside me again before the night’s done.”

Smiling, Eric gives Jasmine a little peck on the cheek and then drops down, straddling Tory’s chest, one leg on each side. His raging cock is sitting in the slot directly between Tory’s two perfect tits, as if they were created specifically to house a cock between them.

Tory been in this situation many times before; she knows exactly what’s going on. She presses her tits together without being told, making his cock disappear behind them.

Eric starts pumping his hips forward and back, watching as the tip of his cock pops out from behind Tory’s tits at the top of every thrust. Jasmine’s saliva serving as a perfect lubricant, slick enough to allow his cock to glide along Tory’s skin without catching but not so slick that he slips out the top.

Tory’s tits are perfect for fucking, soft but firm. Eric hasn’t been riding them for long when he feels an orgasm building once again. But he’s got some time still before it’s imminent, and he’s enjoying titty-fucking Tory so much that he doesn’t want to stop. He’s just getting into a good rhythm when Jasmine grabs his chins and lifts it up so he’s looking at her. She sticks her tongue in his mouth and they start making out.

This nearly causes Eric’s system to overload and he quickly pulls back, disconnecting his mouth from Jasmine and his cock from Tory.

“Another close call?” Jasmine says. “Already?”

“What can I say? It felt good.”

“It must have,” Jasmine says, shifting her body so she’s lying on top of Tory, her head right above Tory’s pussy. “Why don’t you sit back for a bit, try to get a hold of yourself.”

“What about you two?” Eric says.

“Oh, I think we can keep ourselves busy for a little while,” Jasmine says. She sticks two fingers in her mouth and rubs them along her tongue. Then she pulls them out of her mouth and slides them into Tory’s pussy. “Right, Tory?”

Tory grunts in assent, her mouth still full of Jasmine’s pussy.

Smiling, her eyes filled with mischief and excitement, Jasmine drops her head and starts licking Tory’s clit while she works her fingers in and out of her dark-haired friends pussy.

Eric sits back on the couch, makes himself comfortable, and watches the show.

It isn’t long before he’s rearing to go again. As much as he enjoys watching Tory and Jasmine going at it (and he does enjoy it) he’s simply too wound up to only watch at this point.

So he climbs onto his knees and scoots forward towards Jasmine’s head, which is bent down, still licking Tory’s pussy.

Eric grabs Jasmine’s head, lifting it up, and sticks his cock in her mouth, face-fucking her while she continues to slam her fingers into Tory’s pussy.

After a few pumps, he pulls his cock out of Jasmine’s mouth, yanks her fingers from Tory’s pussy, and replaces them with his cock.

He starts to hammer his cock into Tory while Jasmine goes back to work licking Tory’s clit.

A short time later, Eric pulls his cock from Tory’s pussy, lifts Jasmine’s head back up, and again sticks his cock in her mouth.

He continues following this pattern, fucking Tory for a few seconds before sticking his cock into Jasmine’s mouth so she can suck off all of her dark-haired friends juices, then slamming his cock back into Tory for a few more pumps before having Jasmine blow him some more.

The short amount of time spent in each girl’s hole allows him to stay well away from approaching orgasm, despite the depravity of what he’s doing to them. There simply isn’t enough consistent pressure to worry about cumming.

After a couple minutes of this, Jasmine decides to switch things up. She pushes Eric back onto the couch, turns around, grabs ahold of Tory’s hair, and drags her to the other side of the couch so both girls are in between Eric’s legs, which are spread wide.

Jasmine takes his cock in her mouth while Tory works his balls, both licking and sucking and slobbering all over him, giving him by far the wettest, sloppiest blow job he’s ever received.

At one point, Jasmine takes his whole cock in her mouth at the same time as Tory swallows his entire sack. As Eric watches on intently, their lips get closer and closer until they finally meet. They spend a moment touching each other, each with a mouthful of Eric inside them.

Then Jasmine coughs and pulls off his cock, sending a stream of saliva down his shaft and into Tory’s waiting mouth, which has by now released his balls. 

The girls take a moment to swap spit with each other before switching things up, Tory attacking his cock while Jasmine takes a turn on his underside.

Jasmine sucks on his balls for a few seconds, then grabs his leg and pushes it up and to the side, draping it over the back of the couch and lifting his asshole off the couch.

While Tory continues bobbing her head up and down on his cock, sucking it like the pro she is, Jasmine goes to work on Eric’s asshole, licking and tonguing it with the zeal of a true slut.

“Holy fucking shit,” he moans, eliciting a satisfied smile from Tory. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and shakes his head quickly from side-to-side, trying desperately to take his mind off the nastiness going on.

“Don’t even think about cumming yet,” Jasmine says. “You still have to fuck me again before this night is up.”

“Then you’d better climb on top of me soon,” Eric replies. “Because I don’t think I can take too much more of this.”

Laughing, Jasmine says, “If you insist.” She slaps Tory on the ass. “I think Eric needs a good facesitting. How about you?”

“Hell yeah,” Tory says after popping his cock from her mouth. She climbs up Eric’s body, slips one leg on each side of his head, spreads her ass cheeks apart, and sits right down on his face, smothering him.

Eric’s tongue flicks in and out of her pussy, pushing and probing around blindly while he takes what little breaths he can from the tiny packets of air created as Tory moves in a circular motion on his face.

Down below, Jasmine has a tight hold on his cock and she seems to be slapping it up against her face. The pressure is relieved slightly as she slides it into her pussy, but it quickly reappears as she bounces up and down on his cock, her body tilted back, forcing his cock into an unnatural position, facing slightly away from his body.

But Eric attention is quickly diverted when Tory starts grinding on his face, pushing down with real force, completely smothering him and making it almost impossible to breathe. He realizes one of the great benefits of having one girl sitting on his face while another fucks him; the combination of sensations is so overwhelming that he’s not really in any danger of cumming despite how excited he is. There’s simply too much going on.

“Stick your tongue out so I can ride it,” Tory says, sitting up just enough that she can see his face and giving him a chance to breathe.

Eric willingly does as he’s told.

“That’s a good boy,” Tory says, dropping back down onto his face with all her weight and moving her hips back and forth against his face, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper inside her pussy as she rides his tongue. “Right there. Right fucking there.”

Meanwhile, Jasmine has shifted her position and is now doing some serious riding of her own, driving her pelvis into his hips, slamming down onto him, impaling herself on his cock.

Time stretches like taffy as both girls work him feverishly, pummeling and abusing his body, blurring the line between pleasure and pain until he’s so overwhelmed that everything becomes a blur.

At some point, the girls must have switched places, as Eric realizes Jasmine is sitting on his face while Tory bounces on his cock.

Jasmine grinds her pussy against his face, moving it up and down, back and forth, putting her whole weight on him and only letting up right before he’s about to pass out. She rides his tongue with her pussy, then her asshole, then she’s bent over and making out with him, giving him a precious breath of fresh air, but then she flips around and sits on his face again, this time facing Tory, so that Eric’s nose is pressing up against her asshole while his mouth is smashed up against her pussy.

Eric feels like he’s been swallowed whole by Jasmine’s pussy, that his entire head is inside her, that’s he’s somehow swimming in her pussy juices, breathing them in like a fish breathes in water. He can feel Tory pounding away on his cock but the sensation is muted, far away, in another world almost. The sounds of the girls moaning and groaning and screaming are all muffled, like they’re all underwater.

So this is what it’s like to lose yourself, he thinks, and then things start to go gray.

The next thing Eric knows, he’s breathing in deep, gasping gulps and the world explodes back into focus. Jasmine is still sitting on his face but not putting all her weight on him, giving him plenty of air to breathe. Tory is still riding his cock as aggressively as ever.

Not much as changed on the surface, but inside him, everything has changed. Where before there was so much sensation that he was practically numb to it, now things have swung completely in the other direction. He is hyper-sensitive, his body tingling, signing to him. He feels like he’s going to jump out of his skin. 

Eric isn’t exactly sure what just happened but he does know one thing for sure; he’s going to cum, and soon. There’s no way around it. So he lifts Jasmine off his face long enough to say so aloud.

He’s expecting Tory to jump off him at this point, but instead she just leans forward and puts her hands on his chest continues riding him like she didn’t heard what he said. But that’s impossible. She had to have heard him. Maybe she just didn’t care. He’s not sure if he should say it again.

“It’s okay,” Jasmine says, as if reading his mind. She’s completely climbed off the couch and is standing over him, her head hovering right above his as she tenderly strokes the side of his face with her fingers. “Just cum right inside her pussy. She doesn’t mind. Do you Tory?”

Tory shakes her head and continues hammering her pussy down into him. She’s biting down on her bottom lip and breathing hard and staring directly at him, her tits bouncing and flopping up and down right in front of his face.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Eric says under his breath, drawing the word out while his body stiffens for one excruciating moment before releasing all the tension gathered over the course of the last hour in a series of electric spasms. His body bucks and shudders as he shoots his load up into Tory’s pussy, who continues riding him (although more gently than before) until his cock has expended every last ounce of its bounty.

Eric is still trying in the process of recovering from his orgasm when Tory says “You’ve done good. But we still have one little trick up our sleeves.”

“What’s that?” Eric says.

“You’ll see,” Jasmine replies as she walks past him.

As Eric watches Jasmine climbs up onto the couch and lies down, her back to the cushions, her head to the ceiling. Her head is between his legs, right about even with his knees.

Smiling like the devil, Tory climbs off him and backs her ass up so it’s directly above Jasmine’s face. With her eyes still locked on Eric, she squats down until her pussy is almost touching Jasmine’s mouth and sticks two fingers inside her pussy.

A little shiver runs through Eric’s body as he realizes what these two dirty sluts are doing. He watches intently as Tory’s finishes digging around inside her pussy and slides her fingers back out.

A couple seconds later a river of his sperm is dripping out of Tory’s pussy and into Jasmine’s waiting, open mouth.

Tory squeezes out a few more drops then helps Jasmine into a sitting position. Tory then turns her head to the ceiling and Jasmine lets Eric’s cum drip from her mouth to Tory’s.

Eric watches with amazement as they swap his sperm back and forth a couple more times then make out for a good thirty seconds before Jasmine finally throws her head back and swallows his load in one gulp.

He starts to clap. He just can’t help himself. “Very impressive,” he says.

“You like that?” Jasmine replies. She’s sitting back on the couch. Tory’s head is lying on her lap. Both girls are smiling.

“I fucking love it,” Eric says.

“Do you think it’s something you’d like to do again one of these days?” Jasmine says.

“I know it is.”

“That’s good to hear,” Tory says. “Because I had a good time.”

“I told you,” Jasmine says, turning towards her.

“Yes you did,” Tory replies.

“She told you what?” Eric asks.

“That you knew what you were doing,” Tory says. “I was skeptical, based on the habits of the men we usually service in this business, but she was right. You’re pretty damn good in the sack.”

Eric drops his eyes. He’s never been good at receiving compliments. “Thanks,” he says awkwardly.

“Oh, and shy too,” Tory says. “I never would have guessed that.”

“I told you he was different,” Jasmine says.

“You did indeed.”

“Okay, cut it out,” Eric says. He can feel his face turning red. Why he’s embarrassed now, after what they did that night, is beyond him. But he is.

“All right, all right,” Tory says. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I was just trying to be nice.”

“I know,” Eric says. “And thank you. You’re not too bad in the sack yourself.”

Tory and Jasmine start laughing. Eric joins in.

“Why thank you,” Tory says once the laughter dies down. “I aim to please.”

“I’m so glad this worked out,” Jasmine says. And you want to know the best part? The more comfortable we get with each other, the better the sex will be.”

“I didn’t realize it could get any better,” Eric replies, only half-joking.

“Of course it can,” Tory says. “Tonight was only a primer. Next time we get together, things are going to get even freakier.”

He can feel his dick getting hard again just thinking about what other possibilities the girls had in store. “Even freakier than tonight?”

“Hell yes,” Jasmine says. “Imagine what we do together, multiplied by two. Maybe even three.”

“Or four,” Tory says. “Depending on how much you can handle, of course.”

“Oh, I think he can handle quite a bit,” Jasmine says. “Right, Eric?”

“I guess we’ll just have to find out,” he replies. “In fact, if you don’t have any other plans for the night . . .”

Jasmine shoots him a surprised look. “You want to go again?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Do you have it in you?” Tory says.

“Not right this moment,” he says. “But if you girls want to jump in the shower, I’ll go hit an ATM and grab a couple bottles of wine. After I get a few drinks in me I’ll be as good as new.”

Jasmine looks at Tory. “Well, what do you think?”

“It’s fine with me,” Tory says. “I don’t have anywhere else to be tonight.”

“Neither do I,” Jasmine says. She turns back to Eric. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

“I’m positive,” he says.

Jasmines smiles. “Then I guess we’ll see you in a little while.”

 

#####

 

TEACHING THE NEIGHBOR A LESSON

 

Nikki Fox, a stunning blonde with a thin, lithe, rock-hard body honed in the gym on a daily basis, is standing in the living room talking to her husband Mark, an equally fit, ex-college athlete with a full head of brown hair and an angular, attractively rugged face. Both are in their early thirties and both look great for their age. They’ve been married for 11 years, each of which has been better than the last.

There are many reasons for their continued marital success, including a complete openness with one another and an us-against-the-world attitude. But the biggest factor is their willingness to engage in deviant, perverted sexual acts; not only with each other, but involving third (and sometimes even fourth or fifth) parties.

Over the years, they have participated in many types of different sexual scenarios, sometimes setting them up themselves and sometimes letting others do the planning. But recently they have stumbled upon a game they like to play more than any other, the specifics of which they are discussing at this very moment in the living room of their immaculately furnished 3-bedroom house in the suburbs.

“Are you sure Cindy’s up for this?” Nikki says.

“Positive,” Mark replies. “I’ve been setting it up for weeks. She’s totally into me. I’ve had to fight her off with a stick for the last couple of days. She’s just waiting for you to leave.”

“And you’re certain it’ll go the way we want?”

“Positive,” Mark says. “You know me. I have a knack for these things.”

“You do indeed,” Nikki says. “That’s why I love you so much.”

She steps into him and sticks her tongue into his mouth. He returns the kiss and they make out, each more excited than usual. They’ve done this sort of thing before, of course, but that didn’t make it any less exhilarating.

Nikki breaks off the kiss and grabs Mark’s cock, gripping it beneath his pants. “I see that you’re already hard with anticipation.”

Mark runs his fingers under Nikki’s skirt and rubs her pussy over her panties. “And I see that you’re already wet.”

“You know I like the sort of thing as much as you do.”

“Which is why I love you so much.”

They smile at each other, their faces conveying genuine emotion.

“Now go,” Mark says, slapping Nikki on the ass. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

 

#

 

Five minutes later, Nikki pulls her car out of the garage and closes the garage door behind her. Two minutes after that there’s a knock on their front door. Mark looks through the peephole, just to be sure.

It’s Cindy. She’s wearing a slinky, lacy, black top and a jean skirt, with lots of makeup and her hair done up. Her intentions are obvious.

Mark answers the door, opening it and hustling Cindy into the house and quickly closing the door behind them, acting like they’re worried about getting caught.

Cindy is a 20-year old girl college student that lives down the street who’s home for the summer. She’s a cute little long-haired brunette with a thin frame, small but perky tits, a great ass, and legs that didn’t quit. But more importantly, the word around the neighborhood is that not only is she a total slut, but that she just adores older men. Which is why Mark and Nikki chose her for their little game.

“Are you sure your wife is gone for the whole day?” Cindy asks Mark as he leads her up the stairs to the bedroom, not wasting any time.

“Positive,” Mark says. “We’ve got at least three hours until she comes home. And I’m planning on using all of them.”

Cindy giggled and grabbed his ass as they climbed the stairs.

“Are you sure you can last that long?” Cindy asks.

“I’m like the energizer bunny,” Mark says, looking back at her. “I keep going, and going, and going . . .”

“I certainly hope so,” Cindy says as they come to the top of the stairs. “Because I’ve haven’t had a good fucking since I’ve been back from college. All the boys around here are lame.”

 

#

 

Thirty seconds later they’re in the bedroom. Mark’s pants are around his ankles and Cindy is on her knees, with one hand gripping the base of his cock and her lips wrapped around the tip.

“Do you like how I suck your cock, baby?” Cindy asks, taking a moment to slip it out of her mouth.

“I fucking love it,” Mark says, his head cocked a little sideways, listening.

And sure enough, a few moments later, the sound of the front door opening and then closing is audible throughout the house.

Cindy quickly pulls her mouth off Mark’s cock and looks up at him.

“Who’s that?” she whispers.

“It must be Nikki,” Mark says, acting surprised.

“I thought you said she was gone for the day?” Cindy whispers desperately.

“She was supposed to be,” Mark whispers back. They can hear the sounds of Nikki rummaging around downstairs. Marks pulls his boxers and pants back up and buttons them.

“What do we do?” Cindy asks.

“Nothing,” Mark replies. “She probably just forgot something. She’ll be back out the door within seconds.”

But immediately after the words leave Mark’s mouth Nikki calls out to him.

“Mark? Mark, honey, have you seen my cell phone?”

“I think it’s downstairs,” Mark calls out. Cindy is still on her knees on the floor, looking frightened and nervous.

“I can’t find it,” Nikki says. “I think I may have left it in our room.”

Cindy curses under her breath and starts to climb to her feet.

“No, it’s not in here,” Mark calls out.

“I’m pretty sure it is,” Nikki says. The sound of her footsteps on the hardwood stairs is audible. “I’m coming up to check.”

“What do I do?” Cindy says, panicked.

“Go hide in the closet,” Mark says quickly.

“But what if she looks for her phone in there?” Cindy says.

“She won’t,” Mark replies, forcing himself not to smile. He gives Cindy a little push in the direction of the closet. “Now go! Hurry!”

Cindy quickly moves to the other side of the room and scrambled into the walk-in closet and closes the door behind her.

No more than five seconds later, Nikki enters the room. She has a curious little smile on her face and she gives Mark a wink. He winks back and returns her smile.

“Are you sure you haven’t seen it in here?” Nikki asks Mark, her tone not reflecting her knowledge of the situation.

“Positive,” Mark says. “I’ve looked everywhere.” He flicks his head towards the closet.

“Is she in there?” Nikki mouths without saying the words aloud.

Mark nods.

“I think I left it in my pants yesterday,” Nikki says aloud.

“In the bathroom?” Mark asks.

“No,” Nikki replies. “In the closet.”

“They’re not in there,” Mark says, grinning widely all the while.

“Of course they are,” Nikki says. “I hung them up yesterday after I wore them.”

“Are you sure?” Mark says. “I thought you put them in the laundry already.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nikki says, moving towards the closet. “I know right where I put them.”

“Wait,” Mark says, more loudly than necessary, still playing the part for Cindy’s benefit. “I think I saw your phone downstairs.”

“Why are you acting so funny?” Nikki says, putting her hand on the closet door handle in an attempt to ramp up Cindy’s anxiety. “Is there something in the closet you don’t want me to see?”

“No,” Mark says, barely able to keep from cracking up. “It’s nothing like that.”

Nikki lets the silence build for a few moments, then says, “Bullshit. What the fuck did you stash in there? Your fucking girlfriend?”

“No,” Mark says, his smile larger than ever. He’s practically giddy with excitement. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“If I’m being ridiculous, then it doesn’t matter if I open this closet, does it?” Nikki says, turning the handle but not opening the door yet. She wants to make Cindy sweat it for a little while longer.

“If that’s what you want to do,” Mark says.

“You really don’t care?” Nikki says, opening the door just a little bit.

“Not at all,” Mark says.

Nikki closes the door and lets go of the handle. “Well, in that case, maybe I should look somewhere else for my phone. I don’t I left it in my pants anyway.”

“Like I said, whatever you want,” Mark says.

“I think I may have put my pants in the bathroom after all,” Nikki says. “Can you go take a look for me?”

“Sure,” Mark replies. “Which pants did you say they were in?”

“My black jeans,” Nikki says.

“Okay, I’ll check,” Mark says, not making a move.

“Go!” Nikki whispers, waving Mark away. She wants the situation to play out as real as possible to fool Cindy. If she realizes it’s a setup that’ll take some of the fun away. “And wipe that smile off your face!” she adds, whispering that too.

Mark turns and walks into the bathroom, trying unsuccessfully to stop grinning. Meanwhile, Nikki again grabs ahold of the door handle and opens the door to the walk-in closet.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding in here,” she says under her breath, flipping on the light to reveal two legs protruding from the bottom of Mark’s shirts.

Nikki spreads the shirts apart, revealing Cindy. She’s got a scared look on her face and tears are dripping down her face.

“Well, what the fuck do we have here?” Nikki says, staring down at Cindy. “You’re that girl from down the street, right?”

Cindy nods.

“Cindy, right?”

Cindy nods again.

“Care to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in my closet?” Nikki asks, her voice harsh.

Cindy shakes her head.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” Nikki says. She grabs Cindy by the hair and uses it to pull the younger girl out of the closet. “Come on, you little slut. Time to pay the piper.”

Nikki drags Cindy out of the closet and into the bedroom.

“On your knees,” Nikki says to Cindy. “Right here, in the middle of the floor.”

Cindy does as she’s told.

Two seconds later, Mark walks in. “Uh-oh,” he says, trying to look and sound dismayed.

“Uh-oh is right,” Nikki says. “What about you, Mark? Do you feel like explaining what’s going on here?”

“Well, uh—” Mark starts.

“Just shut the fuck up,” Nikki says. “Nobody has to explain anything. It’s pretty fucking obvious what’s going on here.”

“Listen, Nikki,” Mark says. “It’s not what you think.”

“Sure it’s not,” Nikki replies. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid.”

“I thought you were out for the day,” Mark says, dropping his head.

“You thought wrong,” Nikki snaps back.

“Listen, I just—”

“Zip it,” Nikki says, pointing at Mark. “I’ll deal with you later. First I’m going to deal with her. She turns her attention to Cindy, who is still sitting on her knees on the floor, sniffling, trying to stem the tide of her tears. “What about you, Cindy? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry?” Cindy says, framing it like a question.

“You aren’t yet,” Nikki says, still holding onto Cindy’s hair. “But you will be. You’ll be very sorry.”

“You’re not going to tell my parents, are you?” Cindy asks.

“I guess that depends,” Nikki says.

“On what?”

“On you.”

“What do you mean?”

“The choice is yours,” Nikki says, “I can either drive you back home and tell your parents exactly what happened here, or we can dole out your punishment right here, right now.”

“What kind of punishment?” Cindy asks.

“Whatever I deem appropriate,” Nikki says.

Cindy nods her head. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“I’ll accept your punishment.”

“Are you sure?” Nikki says. “Once we get started, you won’t be able to change your mind.”

“I’m sure,” Cindy says. “Do you worst to me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Nikki says, smiling like a demon. “We will. But first I want to get a few things straight in my head. Who started this whole mess?”

“It was all her,” Mark says.

“Is that true?” Nikki asks Cindy

“No,” Cindy says.

“No? So you came over here to fuck my husband against your will? Did Mark force you to come over here?”

“Well, no,” Cindy says. “But he started it. He approached me first.”

“Of course he did,” Nikki says. “He’s a man. They all think with their dicks. That doesn’t mean you can’t tell him no.”

“I tried,” Cindy says.

“Obviously not too hard,” Nikki says.

“She practically begged for it,” Mark says. “She came over here every time you left the house, trying to get me to let her in.”

Nikki looks at him for a moment before turning her attention back to Cindy. “Is that right?” she asks.

Cindy just shrugs.

“Yeah, I bet you did,” Nikki says, her attention still on Cindy. “You’re just a filthy little slut, aren’t you?”

Cindy shrugs again. A defiant little smile has worked its way onto her lips. She’s obviously given up trying to play the innocent girl.

“You love cock, don’t you?” Nikki says.

Cindy nods.

“And you want my husbands cock, don’t you?”

Cindy nods again.

“That’s what I thought,” Nikki says. Pointing at Mark, she says, “You, drop your pants and pull your cock out.”

Mark does as he’s told, trying to act dismayed even though his rock-hard cock is betraying his true feelings.

“So you want my husband’s cock, huh? Then here,” Nikki says, pushing Cindy’s head towards Mark’s cock, which is harder than ever. “Start fucking sucking on it then you little slut. Show me what you can do.”

Still holding onto Cindy’s hair with one hand, Nikki circles around so she’s behind the younger girl. With her free hand, she yanks Cindy’s arms back and holds them in place behind her back.

“You like it when men use all your holes, don’t you?” Nikki says, pushing Cindy’s head forward and back, forcing her to suck Mark’s cock. “That’s right, you little slut. Suck my husbands fucking cock.”

Nikki gets more aggressive, pushing and pulling Cindy’s head off of Mark’s cock with more force and speed with every passing second. It isn’t long before Cindy is gagging and coughing, with spittle running down her chin and onto the floor. But Nikki doesn’t let up, pushing Cindy’s head further and further forward until she’d nearly taking all of Mark’s cock with every thrust.

After a good thirty seconds of constant sucking, Nikki holds Cindy’s head in place with Mark’s cock deep inside her mouth for a few beats before letting off, giving Cindy a chance to breathe.

“You’re pretty good at that,” Nikki says to Cindy. “What do you think, Mark? Does she know what she’s doing?”

“She sure as hell does,” Mark says.

Looking up at Mark, Nikki says. “What do you say we see how good she is a deepthroating?”

“I say that sounds like a great idea,” Mark says, smiling.

Nikki smiles up at him. “Yeah, I think so too,” she says.

“What do you think about that?” Nikki says to Cindy. “Does that sound like a good idea to you?”

Still controlling Cindy’s head with her hand, Nikki forces Cindy’s head to move up and down as though she’s nodding.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like that,” Nikki says. “Now open wide.”

Cindy does as she’s told.

Nikki spits in Cindy’s mouth then pushes on the back of her head, forcing Cindy to take Mark’s cock in her mouth once again. But this time, instead of pulling it back Nikki continues pushing until Mark’s entire cock disappears inside Cindy’s mouth.

Releasing Cindy’s arms, Nikki uses both hands to push on the back of Cindy’s head, holding her in place with her nose against Mark’s belly and his cock deep in her throat. Cindy coughs and gags but Nikki doesn’t let up. Cindy gags again and tries to pull away but Nikki doesn’t let her, continuing to hold her in place, forcing her to deepthroat Mark.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Nikki asks mockingly. “I didn’t say you were done yet.”

Cindy gags yet again, deeper this time—a deep, ragged sound—and her chest heaves as she desperately tries to pull away. But Nikki still isn’t done. She holds Cindy in place for another five seconds before finally letting go.

Cindy’s head snaps back and she gasps for breath while saliva drips down out of her mouth and onto her chest. Her eyes are watering, making her mascara run.

Nikki still has a hold of Cindy’s hair and uses it to yank her head around in loose circles before pulling sharply on it, forcing Cindy’s chin towards the ceiling to alleviate the pressure. Cindy lets out a sharp yelp.

“Oh, the poor little slut can’t handle playing with the big boys,” Nikki says, laughing. She bends down until her face is directly above Cindy’s. “I guess you should have thought about that before you decided to start blowing my husband you stupid little cunt.”

Nikki slaps Cindy in the face, eliciting a flinch and another yelp from the smaller, younger girl.

“Oh, you didn’t like that, did you?” Nikki says, laughing some more.

Cindy shakes her head from side to side.

Nikki slaps her again. “Well, now you know how I feel when I saw your slutty little ass in that closet.”

Nikki releases Cindy’s hair and spins her entire body around so she’s facing away from Mark. Looking up at Mark, who’s still standing above both of them, Nikki says, “What do you say? Should we let her off the hook with just a warning?”

“It’s up to you,” Mark says.

Nikki pretends to think about it for a moment. “Nah,” Nikki says. “I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet.” She pushes down on Cindy’s shoulders, forcing the smaller girl onto her hands and knees. “Now you’re going to see what happens to bad little sluts when they fuck the wrong man.”

Nikki drops down to her knees directly behind Cindy She flips Cindy’s skirt up over her back, revealing Cindy’s tiny little ass, covered up only by a black g-string. Nikki yanks the g-string to the side, putting Cindy’s shaved pussy on display.

“Holy crap,” Nikki says to nobody in particular. “You’re pussy is soaking wet you dirty little slut. You love this shit, don’t you?”

Cindy reluctantly nods her head.

“You actually enjoy getting treated like shit, right?”

Cindy nods her head again.

Nikki smacks her on the asscheek. “What about that?” Nikki asks. “Do you like that too?”

Cindy nods.

“Say it,” Nikki says, smacking her other cheek. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it,” Cindy says, although not all that convincingly.

“I don’t believe you,” Nikki says, smacking her again, harder this time. “Say it again. Like you mean it this time.”


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