Your Angel or Your Devil update

“I don’t think being not serious is so great though…” Natalie said. “Remember how you freaked out, thinking that we’d move on without you? Leave you?”

“I remember. I’m glad you set me straight. So to speak.”

Natalie felt Dylan’s eyes rolling over her statuesque figure. She could almost feel the lust mounting in Dylan’s body for her. “You liked that we had a commitment. A bond. That we need you and you need us.”

“No, I’m not… needy. I don’t need things. Except for food and water and sleep. But I don’t need to be needed.”

“Do you like it, though?” Natalie ran her hands along her thighs. Just looking at Dylan was getting her hot now. The pink tip of her tongue ran along her lips. Dylan didn’t miss its flicker in and out of her mouth. “I think I like it. When we made love—“

“Had sex,” Dylan corrected her automatically.

“Fucked,” Natalie said simply. “It felt like you needed me.”

“And you liked that.” Dylan’s eyes raked Natalie’s body, not missing a single curve, any of the toned muscle or creamy skin of her body. “And you want to know if I liked it.”

Then the phone rang.

***

“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt too bad?” Quentin asked huskily, his hands gently caressing Alex’s quivering buttocks. “Because I can pull out if you want.”

“No!” Alex very nearly screamed. “No, don’t pull out, Quent, not for anything! It hurts but I like it. I like it so much. Stay right where you are…”

“I can’t promise that,” Quentin said, his cock beginning to throb, his hips starting to sway…

Alex’s eyes rolled heavenward as her convulsing, massaging sphincter was now overwhelmed by the sheer length of cock going through it. She’d hoped to sate Quentin somewhat by putting him back in her ass, but he couldn’t resist getting more. Neither could she.

She looked at her phone, praying it would connect before Quentin totally fucked her out of her skull… again.

“Alex, what’s up?” Natalie answered.

Dear Lord, what isn’t? Alex thought. Her clit, her nipples, and most especially Quentin’s hard-on—everything seemed absolutely ferocious with need and desire and surging energy. And she could still barely keep up with how Quentin was sodomizing her.

“I need you to come over here—my location—and run a Venchissi Cross.” Quentin took one hand off her breasts and ran it down to her sex. His middle finger probed into her flaring opening, while his thumb rolled and pressed down on her hardened clit. “You and Dylan, if you can—OHHHH, GAWD, Quent, you’re making me so hot! I can hardly stand it!”

She bucked and fucked back into him, willingly impaling herself on his swollen prick—and groaning like a wounded animal as the partially self-inflicted fuck went on and on. Quentin’s cock plowed into her tight little asshole over and over again.

His balls ached, but he willed himself to hold back the ejaculation that was all but boiling over. As much as he wanted to be relieved of this tension inside him, Quentin didn’t have it in him not to enjoy Alex’s body to the fullest.

***

Natalie and Dylan didn’t have much time to set up, not with Alex in the dire straits she was in, but they managed to comport themselves as Angels. In lieu of coming up with suitably hookerish attire, they simply stripped to their underwear. Natalie always wore striking lingerie.

Dylan, on the other hand, went commando, but Natalie lent her some. The fact that underwear meant for Natalie’s slender body seemed filled to bursting on Dylan’s more curvaceous figure worked for them.

To this, they added disguises, since they couldn’t have Quentin asking what Alex’s clients from the massage parlor were doing hiring themselves out to her as hookers. Dylan put on a bunny mask: a skull cap that covered her face down to her nose, with eyeholes letting her see, and long ears shooting into the air. Natalie wore a kitty mask, covering her blonde hair, with short tabby ears. Both masks were black leather and looked more sadomasochistic than animalistic, but Natalie insisted they were for cute animal playtimes.

Dylan wondered about her sometimes.

***

Quentin fucked Alex for hours, getting her off again and again, until she begged him for another position, another hole, and he came four times—each time coming close to fainting from the intensity of the orgasm, but immediately being roused by the keen edge of his lust for more.

Now he was back in her anus, his thrusting cock jerking wildly, then filling Alex’s ass with hot cum. He grunted low in his throat, his fingers rubbing at her spasming sex, and rammed his spurting cock through her rectum with a savage determination to shoot every last drop of his seed into the furthest corner of her body.

The geyser of semen rushed all the way into Alex’s bowels, her sphincter wetly contracting to squeeze every bit of cum from Quentin’s jerking prick. Gasping with delight, Alex sprawled forward on the floor, her legs no longer strong enough to hold her body up. The momentum forced Quentin even deeper into her ass, the flaming steel of his erection ramming into her quaking rectum.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Alex panted, torn between begging for mercy and begging for more. Her unthinking body decided for her. “I’m going to come again! OHHH! I can feel my pussy doing it again! MMMMPH! GOD! Oh shit, SHIT, you’re fucking me to death!”

Quentin’s hands were locked between her groin and the rug—his continuing thrusts ground Alex’s deliciously throbbing sex down onto his fingers, forcing the sensations they created deeper into her snatch. She writhed and thrashed, her bare breasts pressed flat to the floor, nipples tingling with sensation against the fibers of the carpet.

“UNNNNH!” She shuddered, her cunt, her entire body alive with thundering pleasure. “I keep coming! Your cock is so deep in my ass! It’s so big and hard and I’m so FULL! Unnh! Uhh! Ummmh!”

With a guttural moan, Quentin pumped the rest of his cum into Alex’s once-tight asshole, then lay still on her sweaty back. He sighed deeply. Alex exhaled softly, laying there with her ass freshly filled with hot cum and her pussy throbbing, painfully sore but hungry for more.

She wanted to take more, to further blunt the torment Madison had gifted Quentin with… she’d long since made peace with the pleasure she herself got from it… but her thoughts were sluggish, her body deliciously comfortable in its stillness, her need for sleep growing steadily more powerful than her desire to satiate her boyfriend, as ecstatic as it made her…

Then she heard Natalie’s distinctive, fluttering knock at the door and knew her friends had arrived. Satisfied they would take care of Quentin, she stopped fighting and gave into unconsciousness. If nothing else, she loved that she finally had a boyfriend who could fuck even her brains out.

***

After hours of driving, they were at the cabin, knocking at the door. Freshly drained of his cum, Quentin had enough presence of mind to dress, though not to do anything to cover up Alex, still sprawled naked on the floor, all her holes stuffed with evidence of how well they’d been used. When Quentin opened the door, the girls evinced surprise that he was on his own.

“We’re both just for you?” Natalie asked, her red lips shiny and moist with whorish make-up.

“No…” Quentin gestured inside to Alex. “She’s… taking a nap.”

“Maybe we should put her to bed then?” Natalie suggested.

“Or at least on the couch,” Dylan quipped. “I think we might need the bed.”

Moving inside with quick, take-charge energy that Quentin couldn’t argue with, they picked Alex up: Dylan getting her legs and Natalie getting her arms. Quentin supervised the operation, nervous with concern even as his erection grew and grew inside his pants.

“I suppose I have to pay up front?”

“No, Alex put it on credit,” Natalie answered, picking up a cushion and sweeping it under Alex’s head to better let her rest. She could only imagine what awkward positions hours of lasciviousness had put her in.

“Alex has credit with a brothel?”

“Bitcoin. NFTs,” Dylan explained, which was enough to get an acquiescing shrug from Quentin. If the Angels didn’t quite understand how NFTs worked, they were safe in assuming no one else did either.

While her back was turned to Quentin, he reached out and undid the hook of her bra. Dylan sighed in relief. It felt very good to have Natalie’s undersized bra relax its grip on her more substantial chest.

She turned around and took the bra off, exposing herself to Quentin. Quentin stepped closer to her, deep in her personal space, and lavished his attention on her full, creamy breasts. Her nipples were a pink deliciously complimentary to the shade of her red lips, but that candied pink was almost lost in the milky white contours that surrounded them.

“You really are just what the doctor ordered,” Quentin said, allowing himself a full-palmed feel of her soft cleavage. “You don’t mind a little foreplay? I think I can spare a minute or two before we get down to business…”

He licked Dylan’s other breast, sucking up the cherry-sized nipple and rubbing it between his lips. His hands stroked both of her tits, cupping their heft as he held her nipple in his mouth. It writhed in all sorts of directions under the manipulation of his searching tongue.

“Hhhhnn,” Dylan trilled, remembering how disappointed she’d been to miss out when Quentin had had a threesome with Alex and Natalie. And she’d been right to feel left out, but Life was making up for it now. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time…”

“Huh?” Quentin asked.

“I mean, for a guy like you. Most of the people we meet aren’t sweethearts like you who take the time to get us warmed up…”

Natalie rubbed at her mound, feeling herself getting heated up too. Normally, she’d think twice about a guy who fucked Alex into a small coma, but any guy who spend a little time at second base with a hooker had to be alright.

Quentin scattered a few kisses along Dylan’s neck and then landed his lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss, her mouth open wide, her tongue accepting whatever moves his made.

“Mmmm,” she sighed. “Nice.”

He reached around her to fondle her thick ass, enjoying the contrast to Alex’s svelte and slender form.

“OOOH!” Dylan gasped. “That tickles…”

He pressed hard, squeezing her large buttocks. They were well-rounded ovals, shapely and soft, but with a firmness that filled his hands. Their smoothness slid out of Quentin’s palms as Dylan swayed to the left and right, her body slick with aroused sweat. Quentin drew his fingers down the cleft of her ass, not stopping until he was at the bottom of her pussy, touching it from the back.

“Oh yeah,” Quentin groaned, feeling how slippery the fabric of her panties were with moist arousal. “Can’t believe there’s any guy that doesn’t get you warmed up. It doesn’t take long at all.”

“Not with you, no,” Dylan smiled, and reached between Quentin’s legs. She had no trouble locating the bulging erection in his pants.

It was so large she worried Quentin was on the verge of shooting, which she knew was the point of the exercise, but it seemed a shameful waste after how both Alex and Natalie had gotten their shots at him.

Dylan almost wanted to draw her hand back from his endowment, but she couldn’t bring herself to. She moved her caressing fingers lightly over it, traveling up and down the length of his trapped erection like she was cleaning it with a feather duster. Only her fingers were far more deft and agile than a feather could ever be. She squeezed and stroked as she worked, knowing exactly how to touch Quentin to lift him to a fever pitch.