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“What do you mean, ours?” Kaye asks suspiciously.
“Their girlfriend, Kaye. I’m their fuckin’ girlfriend,” Billie interjects.
“Girlfriend? These two don’t have girlfriends.”
“Kaye, if you don’t stop harassing our wife and get the fuck out of our room, I’ll fire your ass,” Cain snaps.
“Yourwife?” Kaye and Billie ask in unison.
Cain nods. “Yes, our wife. Girlfriend isn’t important enough for what you are, Tinkerbell.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Kaye curses, throwing her hands in the air as she walks away. “Just don’t create extra work for me.”
As soon as the hotel room door slams behind her, Cain turns to Billie and me. “Now where were we?”
Epilogue (Three Years Later)
BILLIE
“That’s it, baby. Grip my cock with your dirty fuck hole,” Lars whispers in my ear.
He pulls out and Cain sucks his cock before he shoves it back inside me.
“Come on, guys,” Marley whines, pounding on the other side of the green room door. “We gotta get on stage.”
Lars kisses my shoulder. “They’ll have a good show tonight.”
I turn to look at him, but Cain grabs me and forces me to bend over so my face is flat on the table. I look at the fruit platter as my ass cheeks are pulled apart and spit lands on my anus, followed by slow licks.
“After the show, I’m gonna have you on all fours, begging me to fuck this pretty little asshole,” Cain grunts.
Fingers spread my pussy lips and something enters me. I’m not sure what it is until Lars places the tip of a glistening baby carrot to his lips and takes a bite.
“Gotta have something to hold me over.”
I smile and shake my head. My men. From the moment I agreed to be with them, they’ve been insatiable. The three of us fuck morning, noon, and night. Sometimes, I wake up with theircocks in my pussy. This morning, I woke up with my pussy and face covered in cum, and Cain held me down as my men cleaned me with their tongues.
I’ve learned that I love every single thing about our dirty games. Cain and Lars own my pussy, ass, and mouth. But most of all, they own my heart.
Lars brings the carrot to my mouth and I open wide without him asking. He smiles as I take a bite. “God, you’re so fucking hot. I’m gonna be on that stage with a raging boner, baby. Should we lube up Cain’s ass so I can give him a fresh load? I can do it before the encore so he can drip it into your mouth. I like the idea of my cum in your mouth during the encore.”
I narrow my eyes at Lars. All the filthy talk is designed to keep me horny and on edge. Recently, the guys discovered that if they made me horny and didn’t allow me to come, I went so insane with the need for an orgasm, I’d do whatever they wanted.
Lars laughs. “Maybe we’ll keep you horny until the next show.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I snap, on the verge of sexually frustrated tears.
“Is that a challenge, Billie Goat?” Lars asks.
I’m about to answer when my pussy and ass are invaded by something slender. I usually like something thicker when I’m double penetrated, but I’m so horny and pathetic that I’ll take whatever they give me.
“I’d like to see you fuck yourself with a dildo at a Michelin star restaurant. Watching you behave like a whore in a fancy place does it for me,” Cain says.
I back into the objects, desperate for any sensation that might allow me to come. “Please let me come.”
“That’s it, Tinkerbell. Beg like the pathetic whore you are. Do a good enough job and maybe we’ll let you come.”
Cain enjoys hearing me talk dirty. The filthier the better. Our role play is always intense, and the fouler my words, the more feral he becomes. If he wants to be an insufferable tease, two can play at that game.