Theirs update

Bruce enters you and just like that, you’re a slave to him, to them, to this feeling. You’re in oblivion, only thinking of his cock. You want it in you, completely in you, all yours the same way you’re all his. You hear whimpering sounds and realize they’re your own.

“It’s no good pretending you don’t love it,” Bruce says, rocking his hips between your thighs with a low, steady rhythm that matches the blood thundering dully in your ears. “I know what you are. You’re a slut… a cock-hungry slut… just a tight little pussy begging to be filled…”

Selina chuckles huskily under her breath, listening to him dominate you, and you find yourself caught up somewhere between them, in his words and how Selina is enjoying how submissive you are. You don’t know who you’re trying to please more. You’re panting, tasting Bruce’s sweaty musk and Selina’s cinnamon-tart arousal as you suck in the warm, humid air of this cramped room.

Bruce drives into you just a little harder, but enough to make you want it ten times more. You’re a slave and you want to be a slave. You’re going deeper and deeper into this sensation, feeling it more and more acutely. And meeting Bruce’s eyes, you can tell he sees it. “That’s it… sink lower… lower… lower…”

Each word he repeats is hypnotic. They ring in your head until you’re not sure if he’s still speaking or if you’re just listening so attentively that you can hear the echoes of his words.

“Yes… now you’re ready… now you’re a slave… our slave…”

You’re his. Your body is no longer your own. Your mind’s no longer under your control. You’re feeling what he wants you to feel, doing what he wants you to do. You swoon to the pace he’s setting, pressing your breasts against his chest, rising your hips to meet the hardness of his groin.

Then Selina’s speaking to you. “You filthy slut,” she says sweetly, as if she’s impressed by the depths of your surrender. “You cunt-lapping bitch…”

Naked, she straddles your face, holding you down just as Bruce is with his driving hips. You’re eating cunt, just like she said you would, your face buried in the folds of her sex, the hardness of her clit stinging against your face, the wetness of her pussy soaking your lips. Your tongue lashes out, stroking her, prying into her, pushing, prodding. Bruce rewards you by going a little deeper, a little harder. He doesn’t have to tell you you’re a slave. You know. You know.

“Let’s give her a little treat, Bruce,” Selina purrs, exciting you more than you can say by letting you hear the pleasure in her voice. It makes you clench. “Slap her tits.”

You hear yourself gasp as his big hand moves fast, landing across your breasts. The sensation is as sudden as a bolt of lightning. It charges your naked flesh, burning away restraint and logic, leaving only desire. You don’t feel like a slave anymore. Now you just feel depraved.

“Good girl,” Selina coos, satisfied, as your tongue tears into her cunt. “Ooh—I’m going to come in your face if you keep that up. Do you want that? Or would you rather have Bruce slap your tits again?”

You don’t know. You don’t care. You’re still a slave, no matter how slutty, how depraved you are. Whatever they want is best, and you convey that as best you can, looking up into Selina’s green eyes as you lap away at her slit.

Selina bites her lip. “Maybe you’d like Bruce to fuck my ass while your tongue fucks my pussy? Would you like that?”

On some level, you do want your mistress to be so happy, the happiness only Bruce’s cock can bring, but you don’t want to give him up, you want him right there between your thighs, pumping into you. But you also want to give Selina the right answer, so you nod, your tongue never letting go of her cunt.

“Very good girl,” Selina says, as pleased as you’ve ever heard her. “Just for that, I’ll have Bruce come in your face after he’s fucked my ass open. And Bruce comes a lot when he fucks my ass. Always has. Always will.”

As Bruce pulls out of you, he pauses for a moment to slide his cock downward and tease the head between your buttocks, almost to your anus before he pulls away and goes to Selina. The feeling is immense, terrifyingly strong, almost making you miss watching Selina as Bruce enters her. You catch it, but you can barely pay attention—knowing that soon, your ass will be theirs as well.