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Dangerous Curves update
🕑 Added 2021-10-05 13:00:06 +0000 UTCAbbey giggled at the sight of his bloated scrotum graffitied with her lipstick. A thick blue vein ran the length of Bruce’s manhood. She surrounded it with her lips: sucking it, rubbing it with her tongue, blowing on it. Bruce trembled underneath her, his delight most evident in how Sydney was writhing and shrieking with whatever Abbey was motivating him to do to her. Hot breath flooded out of his mouth, heating up Sydney’s receptive folds, until she was gasping, quivering like there was an explosion she was trying to ride out.
Then, Abbey felt herself pulled up by her mane of golden hair until she was off Bruce’s seething prick.
“I need to put that somewhere else,” he said bluntly, sounding exactly like the Dark Knight as he thrust Abbey aside and pulled Sydney down from riding his face to take the blonde’s place. Only not with her mouth. She’d be taking his prick strictly with her cunt. And after the long minutes Bruce had spent orgasmically mouthing it, she was more than ready.
Sydney straddled Bruce with parted thighs, spreading the lips of her pussy to let his big cock all the way inside of her. It filled her sex, thrumming powerfully, its heat blooming all inside her like it’d started a fire. Sydney arched her back with a sucked in breath, unable to believe how she’d been stuffed so full, so painfully full—but the pain of being stretched was nothing compared to how good it felt to be impaled on him. She began moving herself sensuously down onto his penetration of her.
“Ride that cock like the slut you are,” Bruce growled, though his lustful voice didn’t rise above a whisper. “Get your cunt all over it before I put it back in your whore friend’s mouth. Hope she likes how your pussy tastes as much as I did. I know I like how my dick looks with her lipstick all over it.”
Abbey couldn’t take anymore. She could just not stand it any longer. In her line of work, with the caliber of men she often dealt with, she was used to having abuse shouted at her. What Bruce was saying was different. It was just about as degrading as anything someone in the Hammer Empire might say, but them, Abbey could ignore. She was an old hand at brushing off their insults, not letting anything get to her.
But what Bruce said… it turned her on. And that was far more embarrassing… far more dangerous… than any mere slur or obscenity.
She didn’t know whether she was trying to shut him up or just trying to get off, but she straddled his handsome face, his dirty mouth, but turned away from his piercing gaze. Looking at Sydney as they both rode the man.
It only took one swipe of his tongue and Abbey was writhing sensuously over him. His big hands gripped her luscious buttocks—oh God, he could’ve torn them apart if he wanted to—and he held her in place while ravaging her with his mouth. His lips were sucking her clit, pulling it into his mouth, teething it. Then his tongue rammed into her soaked slit, his breath blowing hotly on her mons, his sucking gulps pulling on her labia with every dollop of her cream that she fed him.
Oh fuck, I’m being devoured!
Then Abbey looked at Sydney and knew that however much she might censure herself for giving into Bruce’s arrogant, demeaning brand of reducing a woman to absolute ecstasy—Sydney was letting herself be his bitch and she was completely shameless about it, no will of her own whatsoever, a sponge soaking up whatever Bruce cared to do to her. Abbey felt embarrassed for her. Abbey envied her. Abbey wished she could taste Bruce’s cock again; this time between her open legs.
Supple tits bouncing, Sydney pumped herself eagerly on Bruce’s manhood, her juicy cunt vigorously massaging his hot length. Her arousal washed over his prick while she slid up and down it—Sydney could’ve told herself that was what was responsible for how the pain was fading away, but she knew it was that the fuck just kept feeling better and better, giving her more and more pleasure. Making her more and more of a slut.
“I’m done with you now,” Bruce said curtly. “Come when I spurt in you.”
His heart pounded brutally in his chest. His cum boiled in his balls. Bruce let go of Abbey and grabbed hold of Sydney by the hips, pulling her down onto her impalement, making her take him and hold him deep inside her.
His cum erupted, gushing thickly into her. Sydney jerked and shuddered wildly as she was flooded, took his seed just like she’d taken his cock. Then she was loose, his hands slack on her, and she was riding his member frantically while it spurted. Her cunt was soaked, inundated, whitewashed. She grasped her full, proud breasts and squeezed them, trying desperately to distract herself from the overwhelming sensation of his cum filling her up—enough to spill out, soak her thighs and stain the bed.
Bruce slipped out of her, but Sydney kept getting off on the warm seed he’d deposited inside her. It seemed to throb in her pussy like some living vibrator, unwilling to let her descend from the summit Bruce had made her climb.
Abbey reached out too, covering Sydney’s bounding tits with her hands as well as Sydney’s. She could barely concentrate on the feel of them while Bruce played with her pussy and her clit, squeezing the little button with his fingers, pushing his thumb into her anus, all of his fingers swirling and pumping and caressing her wet folds, licking up the warm moisture as it trickled out of her.
Abbey was weak from the cloud of pleasure he’d lowered her into. She jerked and twitched. The smell of hot cum was thick in the room; it seemed to Abbey like Sydney was breathing out the scent as much as it was emanating from her splayed pussy.
Sydney’s hands ran over Abbey’s fingers, onto her wrists, along her arms, all the way to her own body and the luscious breasts that billowed out from her slender torso. Abbey was so overcome, so lost in the sex, her own body a mystery to her, that it seemed like Bruce and Sydney were teaming up on her.
Sydney assaulted her breasts while Bruce conquered her ass and clit and pussy. Abbey slumped forward, falling against Sydney’s body as the brunette continued to grope her. They were kissing suddenly—lovingly working away the pleasure Bruce was giving them. It felt too good for them not to try and induct someone else into their paroxysms of ecstasy.
Bruce slapped Abbey’s thick ass, derailing her from the path of pleasurable least resistance which seemed determined to end with her spending the night fucking away at Sydney. It felt too good to reconsider, but then, so did Bruce’s hand smacking her backside.
“Now you can have my cum,” he told her firmly.
Begrudgingly, Abbey pulled away from Sydney and slid off Bruce’s face. She crawled down the length of his body, pulling her limp and tingling flesh along until she reached his half-hard shaft. What he’d said about his cock tasting of Sydney’s pussy rang in her head. Her bestie’s juices gleamed on the bare flesh of his groin, everywhere his cum hadn’t exploded.
“Your cock,” Abbey said in a hoarse voice. “Give me your fucking cock!”
She looked at it for a moment more, a lusty gleam in her jade eyes as she tried to memorize every inch, as well as the delicious decadence of how covered it was in semen. Abbey knew she wouldn’t stop now until it was polished to a fine sheen. She wanted to remember how that hard, hot meat looked, to go with the taste that was surely about to be seared into her memory.
She licked it, tongue swimming up and down its girthy length, drool running out from her lips to coat his dick as she mouthed it. Her passion for Bruce’s cock was becoming all but uncontrollable, but Abbey still balked at actually sucking it. The thing was just too big. She could still hear Sydney wheezing, the brunette’s mind so broken by taking it that she was hard-pressed to breathe properly.
“Tastes good when Sydney’s come all over it, huh?” Bruce stared down at her, reaching out to pet her golden hair. She could feel his eyes on her as harshly as she’d felt his hand spank her fat ass. “Why don’t you put your mouth around it, just a little, just to prove you’re a cocksucking whore once and for all?”
Abbey’s mind swam in a miasma of lust and pleasure. The musk of Bruce’s cum-soaked prick dominated her senses. She smiled drunkenly.
“I want to be a cocksucking whore,” she said, mouth opening into a circle of hot pink lipstick. She thought of Sydney’s fire engine red lipstick—God, it was a whorish shade—and then imagined them both sucking Bruce’s cock, plastering its long, thick length with the matching colors of their make-up. The idea made Abbey’s pussy clench like a lock being bolted.
She fed Bruce’s stiff cock into her mouth, closing her lips as tightly around it as possible before sucking hungrily at it. Her lips slid up and down his shaft, at first making sucking noises, then gurgling as she took him into her throat. Abbey was one whore who loved her work.
“Suck it, bitch,” Bruce panted, his hips rocking as he fed himself into Abbey’s hot, wet suction. “Suck your friend’s pussy off my cock, then suck the cum out of my balls.”
Abbey came up for air, gasping. His cock was enormous—even bigger when she had to take it into her slender little throat. She wasn’t used to having so much cock in her mouth; God, it was like she was blowing two men at once! Still, it was a hard choice whether to suck or breathe.
Sydney wasn’t done yet. She threw herself onto Bruce’s broad chest, mounting him like somehow she was the aggressor, her long legs split over his chiseled abs right beside where Abbey was swallowing his cock. She rubbed herself against Bruce’s muscular loins so hard that she painted his lower belly with the cum he’d left simmering in her. Abbey felt an absurd sense of pride. Sydney was a Danger Girl, like her, and just because Bruce had fucked her brains out didn’t mean she was going to stop anytime soon.
“God, feels like I’m fucking a cobblestone path!” Sydney whispered. “You can do anything to me. Anything that doesn’t take that big cock away from Abbey.”
“No,” Bruce agreed. “She needs it. She needs to learn she’s meant to swallow, just like you’re meant to be felt.”
Then he was doing it, kissing her, touching her, all while his erection kept twitching and pumping in Abbey’s mouth. His hands ran over Sydney’s creamy skin, fingers feeling out the beads of sweat that covered her flushed body. Sydney pressed her naked tits into his face, helping him to explore them with his mouth, and she felt her joints fill with jelly as he cupped her breasts and squeezed them and kissed her nipples.
Sydney thought she would explode with her need for him. She couldn’t believe she was letting Abbey get his cock, but then, she was almost overwhelmed as it was. Big hands on her bare flesh, tongue in her mouth, his athletic physique rubbing against her soft nakedness as he fucked Abbey’s throat. It turned Sydney on even more to remember he was fucking Abbey too, and then she was overwhelmed. Dropping back into being as fuck-drunk as she had been before, but he kept kissing her, kept feeling her body, and Sydney did her best to keep kissing and rubbing him so that he wouldn’t stop.
“Hold your friend’s head down,” Bruce panted against Sydney’s mouth, her kiss-swollen lips. “Help her take my load.”
Sydney barely heard him, the blood pounding in her ears, but she had to hear him, had to listen, had to do what he said. All the burning heat in her cunt insisted that she must. She reached back, gripped Abbey’s golden hair, and forced her down onto Bruce’s cock as hard as she could.
“You just have to suck a little more,” Bruce assured her, his cock throbbing, swelling in Abbey’s mouth, blocking her throat, choking her. She gagged and gurgled around it, no room in her gullet for air, only his pounding erection. “Just have to swallow what I give you like a good whore…”
Hot cum flooded Abbey’s mouth and she whimpered as the taste hit her senses, her sex throbbing with liquid heat, her clit straining for the pleasure filling her body. She felt drenched, every cell of her body saturated in cum, even as she sucked and sucked to swallow it all.
“Hot little whore! You hot little cum-guzzling whore!”
“MMMMMMM!” Abbey moaned, thrusting her tongue against his bellend to feel his cum spray against it.
Her hips flew up from the mattress as she felt her clit swell with readiness to come. Abbey dropped her hands to her cunt, fingers pressing down hard on her clitoris. As her orgasm swelled inside her, she felt Bruce’s seed flowing from his captured cock to the pit of her stomach, its heat permeating between her legs, right to her core. It was like he wouldn’t stop coming until she was completely full, utterly stuffed.
Abbey kept sucking, kept swallowing, until her air ran out. Bruce continued feeding her cum and she continued gulping it down. She felt lightheaded; she thought she must be turning blue. She was used to this sensation underwater, but the only thing she was drowning in now was Bruce’s infinite lust, his endless reaping of pleasure from the throat he’d impaled. Abbey’s eyes rolled back in her head and excess cum escaped her splayed lips, rolling down her chin in the same thick dollops that were traveling down her throat.
Then Bruce was done with her, his cock still flaring but there was no more cum to pump into her. Abbey sucked one last time, swallowed, and then her throat was clear. At least, so it seemed.
Bruce’s cock shrunk slightly and there was no more cum for her to stomach, which allowed Abbey to suck in so much air that she felt gloriously high. She picked herself up off Bruce’s flagging erection, head swimming with the reckless motion, and then she went blank, falling forward.
The next thing she knew, Sydney’s ass was cushioning her face. It always looked so firm and toned, stuffed into that skintight leather catsuit, but it felt as soft as down. Unthinkingly, Abbey snuggled into it. Sydney was splayed out on top of Bruce and Abbey was now bivouced on top of her. It was as unexpectedly comfortable as being Bruce’s whore.
“You’re not done sucking yet…”
Bruce’s low voice rolled in Abbey’s ears like distant thunder. She wondered if it was an echo, some of his dirty talk that her mind hadn’t finished internalizing, then she opened her eyes to see his hand stroking over her face. He petted her cheek lovingly—maybe he loved having her as a bitch as much as she’d liked it. Then he offered his forefinger to her lips. She took it into her mouth and dutifully sucked, polishing it with her tongue.
She wondered if he was just trying to keep her from forgetting she was a whore, a cocksucker, the dirty bitch he’d been calling her from the beginning. But Abbey didn’t mind remembering that—not now that she knew how good it felt.
Bruce took his finger away from Abbey’s mouth and moved it up to Sydney’s ass. Abbey was lying on her left buttock, so all she had to do was hold her tired eyes open to see Bruce massaging her saliva into Sydney’s tight little asshole.
She watched the pink, puckered sphincter throb in and out as Bruce probed into it, more and more insistently, until his finger darted inside Sydney’s anus. Sydney moaned, but Bruce kept going. His cock may have been defeated, but he wasn’t done with them. He would just finger Sydney’s ass instead of fuck it. And she’d come. Come like the whore she was.
Gathering her strength, Abbey reached up and brought her fingers to Sydney’s cunt. Cum-drunk as she was, she knew she had to help her fellow Danger Girl get off, even though she yawned and her eyes closed.
Maybe she was a whore—even an anal whore, now that she was assisting Bruce in sodomizing her best friend—but she’d show Bruce that the two of them were whore enough to finish him off no matter how professional he was.
And if not, she could always call in Val…
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