“Look at me Brad.” Diana encouraged. “I need to see your face as Carlos takes you.”
I lifted my head up for her evaluation once more. I couldn’t make myself look at her, so I stared at the headboard in front of me instead. She watched my reactions as Carlos slipped more and more of his length into me.
“His eyes get big every time you shove more into him. He’s not looking at me at all. I don’t think he likes his girlfriend seeing you take him.”
“That’s because he’s not used to being the bitch.” Carlos replied.
“Ooohh! He didn’t like that. He’s got a little defiance in him. I don’t think he liked being called a bitch.” my girlfriend observed.
Carlos thrust harder as he went deeper, showing us that he was the one in charge. I involuntarily yelped at his sudden action and fought to stay in position.
“That got his attention.” she said.
After several thrusts, Carlos finally and firmly had fully buried his entire member into the ass before him. He held himself still as his cock flexed inside me.
“You’re there aren’t you?” Diana asked Carlos. “He looked surprised but now he’s moaning a little. He took it all, didn’t he?”
Carlos didn’t bother answering, as it was clear to all three of us. He backed away and slowly drilled back in again, quickening the pace with every few strokes.
“Look at him take it.” Diana said. “He’s moaning just as much as you, Carlos. I think he likes feeling you deep inside of him.”
Carlos moved his hands from my hips to my shoulders, using the extra leverage to plunge in deeper and harder. I squealed at the first few thrusts like that, but soon had adjusted to this harder style.
Diana stopped her narrative to Carlos and started directing her words at me. “Your face says it all. It feels good now, doesn’t it? Do you even realize you’re biting your lower lip to keep from groaning and begging? I can see it in your eyes. There’s no resistance left in you. You like it. He has already buried all of his cock in your willing ass. He’s already fucking your ass like he owns it. What more is it that you want?”
“I don’t know what he wants,” Carlos growled in between thrusts, “but I know what he’s gonna get.”
“Did you hear that Brad? Do you know what that means? Are you gonna fight that, or are you just gonna take it?”
I couldn’t make myself answer as Carlos started thrusting in shorter, shallower strokes. I knew exactly what they both meant, but there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“Can you feel that Brad? He’s getting close. Do you want him to stop? Tell him to stop. Make him pull out before he shoots. You don’t want him to cum inside you, do you?” she whispered loudly.
Carlos seemed to be holding back a little. He was still thrusting with those short strokes, but they had slowed to keep himself from going over the edge.
“Say it Brad. Tell him to stop. Tell him to stop before he shoots his load. Tell him to stop before he floods your ass with his cum.” she kept whispering. “Hurry Brad! He’s close. Carlos is ready to cum. He’s almost there. Tell him to stop now! You don’t want him to cum inside of you, do you?!”
I finally opened my mouth, but I couldn’t believe what my defeated voice finally said. “Yes…please!”
“What was that Brad?” Diana asked. “I couldn’t hear you. Carlos couldn’t hear you. Go ahead, tell him ‘no’ so he doesn’t make you his bitch…again.”
I tried to talk, but failed on the first try. I finally raised my voice just enough to be heard. “Yes please.” I repeated.
I saw an impish smirk cross Diana’s features as I answered. That was all Carlos needed. After only a couple more strokes I felt his cock pulse again and again in my ass as he released his pent up load. Diana still hovered near me, watching my reaction.
“That’s what I wanted to see! I can tell by your face he’s filling your ass. There’s that surprised look again. Your mouth opens just a little bit every time his cock shoots. That’s three, four, five times. Wow, that’s a big load! I can tell you like that feeling. You like his hot semen shooting into you, don’t you? Of course you do. Every slut does. There’s that look of surrender again. Knowing he owns your ass. I love watching him own you. I love watching you take it.”
Carlos reached around and grasped my own iron rod. I gasped as his hand started quickly and forcefully stroking my shaft. I couldn’t stop him even if I had wanted to as I lost all control and my own orgasm overtook me. My cum raced out of me and painted the sheets below. I was gasping and groaning at all the sensations that overwhelmed me. I collapsed onto the bed with Carlos following me down, his cock still buried in me. He slid his hand out from beneath me and slowly pulled away. His breath was heaving like he had run a marathon, but after a couple of minutes he was able to get to his feet and slowly start putting on his clothes.
“Wow, I can see why Carlos likes to watch Janet and I.” she stated. “You know what’s next, don’t you? He owns you now. He’ll take you anytime he wants. You might get bent over in the middle of your shower. You might wake up to his cock in your mouth. He’s gonna bend you over the coffee table. He’s gonna bend you over your bike. He’s going to fuck you on movie night, he’ll fuck you before work, he’ll fuck you in our garage, in their garage, in the middle of binging Netflix. If he’s horny, you’re going to be his relief. You’re now his toy, his plaything, and his willing receptacle. Soon enough you’ll be seeking him out, and you’ll be asking to get fucked. You’ll be begging for his cum. Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll give it to you.”