by Dark Angel
But Damien and I both have other things on our minds. I know he wants me to fucking buy her, and fuck this is the kind of sales pitch that sells that really fucking well.
Because if I'm going to buy her, I can fuck her. And Damien knows I like to share with him. This is so different. She could be mine forever. Ours forever. I ball up my fists and think about whether I can stand to share a perfect pussy with Damien. Fuck, I certainly will. Sharing with Damien works because we have the same filthy desires and we don’t judge each other. We aren’t greedy…well we both are, but we’ve always been the brothers the other never had. Kinda fucking sweet, right? I mean what can be sweeter than two guys spreading a hot girl between them and fucking her deep enough to take her breath away?
I'm watching her now and I think, fuck, nothing could be fucking sweeter. Standing behind her and watching is fucking killing me, but I have to play along. I love that Sarah’s pussy is glistening wet and a shiver slides through her body at me—the unknown TD—seeing her be a perfect little slave for Damien. This is a moment to savor. I won’t rush in; I’ll savor this shit much as I can.
What a fucking shame that pussy is supposed to stay virginal. Damien’s losing his goddamn mind, not fucking her. I mean, I’m not supposed to think that. I'm called in to be the voice of reason; I do my best. But I gotta tell you the honest to my fucking cock truth. Sarah is far too fucking sexy and perfect for reputations or money to matter. That pussy needs to be owned. Needs to be fucked so good. If I were the kind of man to cry, I’d be weeping at the travesty of her pussy not getting fucked. There are two men ready to rail her to kingdom come, and yet we're doing this fucking dance around it.
So, yeah, no matter what the smart or stupid move is, the only move is for me to buy Sarah. Damien has already listed her for the Virgin Market, so he can’t buy her even though she is his utter obsession. So that leaves it up to me.
I’m a good goddamn friend, because even though that perfect pussy is dangling in front of me, I’m going to be a good bro and share.
Sarah is fucking turned on knowing I’m watching. I can’t wait to hear her moan when she knows that we’re going to both really, truly fuck that perfect pussy and that tight little bubble butt. Fuck, I could unload in my fucking suit right now without even touching myself. That’s how goddamn hot she looks on this table.
“I’m going to play with your pussy and you’re going to suck my cock. You are not to come,” Damien instructs her.
“Yes Sir,” Sarah answers obediently.
Fuck, that’s hot as hell. Sarah is afraid. Sarah is compliant. Sarah is fucking aroused. That heady goddamn mix on that tight fucking body has me reeling. I want to bust out of his room and bury my cock in her now.
But watching her writhe, unable to escape the torment of her pussy getting rubbed, being made to suck cock, and not getting to come? Well, I’ll be a good boy and watch a good girl serve her master.
If I were watching through double-sided glass I would be pressing my nose up against the window like a puppy that wants to be adopted. I’m watching through a camera so high def that I can see the droplets of sweat between Sarah’s perfect breasts, though, so this is much better. Still, I might start panting.
Damien slaps her thighs, both of them at once, maybe twenty five times. Sarah’s face is a beautiful display of torment, the pleasure and pain making her cry out sensual moans that are too fucking sexy and make me curse over here alone. The redness on her thighs is downright delectable.
But the grand goddamn prize is her pussy, swollen and dripping wet. Not fucking her is the hardest goddamn thing in the world, and I’m in another room. Damien may be twisted up in knots but that’s because he’s exercising an iron will.
We’ll be relieving Sarah of her virginity soon and then Damien’s iron will can be used to ram his rod up into her pussy. Right now, he’s got his cock out and he’s walking toward Sarah’s mouth.
Her fucking open mouth, and her pink, wet tongue visible and waiting. A sweet little virgin with no experience, but an eager slave ready to please, all the same. Goddamn she is perfect in every fucking way. A lesser man would get on his knees and beg to fuck her.
A richer man like me would just buy her.
A stupid man like I feel like right now wants to bust in there like an idiot and lick her pussy so softly she begs for more. Then I finally give in and fuck her so hard she screams.
Just a few thoughts I have watching her.
When Damien’s cock enters her mouth, she licks the head and then sucks. He pumps into her mouth. She is the picture of goddamn sweet, wholesome cock sucking.
Damien’s lucky fucking fingers play with her perfect pussy. He tantalizingly slow glides his fingers through her slippery folds. Takes a taste for himself. That’s the nectar of the goddamn gods. The true wine of sin on his fingers. I can’t wait to taste her fucking pussy when I own it. When his fingers return, he rubs near and around her clit, but not there yet. In the restraints of the ropes, she can’t actually make any real progress with her squirming. But what’s Sarah to do when her pussy is getting rubbed and her mouth is getting fucked? He goes deeper into her mouth and finally circles her clit, rubbing it fast enough to make her shiny pussy weep with arousal. She’s moaning against his cock. It's so goddamn erotic that I can’t help but say 'fuck' aloud to no one but myself.
But she doesn’t goddamn come. I see her thighs tense, her ass squeeze up and lift her a millimeter off the table. Her pussy is so wet, gushing arousal. But she’s not allowed to come, and she fucking doesn’t. She keeps sucking his cock.
But Damien is not going to go easy on her. I know what comes next. Well, after he comes in her mouth he’s going to force her to come even though she’s trying so hard not to. We’re real fucking assholes like that. But that disobedience is going to yield something even greater—an opportunity.
Damien starts to fuck deep into her throat and I know he’s unloading cum into her mouth. That’s when he keeps working her clit with his thumb and he slides his other fingers into her tight pussy. She vise grips his fingers and she’s shattered with him pumping. Tears streak down her cheeks. Her stifled moans with cock in her mouth are begs. She wants to be good.
She may or may not realize this was a trap. It doesn’t fucking matter, because tied up like she is, no matter what, she’s there for the fucking ride, every hopeful pun intended.
At least he gets to fuck her with his fingers, but Damien not fucking Sarah is practically the most fucking astounding thing I’ve ever seen. Sarah falls apart and comes with the sweetest surrender ever to exist. Her breasts are covered in a sheen of glistening sweat. Her incomplete writhing in the rope is the most erotic struggle I've ever witnessed.
It would be so easy to fuck her. She’s all tied up, horny, and she wants it so goddamn bad. But this was intended to be the first taste of putting Sarah on display. The angst inside Damien is keeping that old iron will of his strong, and he’s not fucking Sarah despite that being the only possible thought going through his mind.
Damien pulls his cock from her mouth and stands in front of her, eyeing her with his most vicious, dangerous look. It's half part of the game, half the trouble of resisting her perfect pussy.
I expect more fat tears to roll down her cheeks. I expect fear.
“You may speak, pet, and explain yourself,” Damien says. His voice is a low roar and Sarah’s body trembles in time with the sound.
Her soft pink lips open up. There’s a little bit of cum on her mouth because she wasn’t in control of how it was blasted down her throat and her hands are free to wipe it. She looks so fucking sexy right now. “Sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come. Please, please lick my cum off my pussy. Punish me. Please Sir.”
Well holy fucking hell.
I didn’t see that one coming. If her body is pure sinful delight, then her wicked mind is some kind of filthy ascension I never knew about. What lives in that sweet virgin’s mind, waiting to be unlocked? The absolute depravit
y my ass hopes for, well, one can only hope. But those words are so damn hot I'm biting my fist just watching and hearing them.
“You disappointed TD,” Damien teases.
Yeah fucking right.
“You were supposed to be a good slave, and you fucking came when you were not allowed to have an orgasm. You want my tongue?” Damien keeps chastising her.
The only thing that keeps me from being a big fucking dumbass and barreling in there to tell her what a perfect good girl she is? I love watching this wicked fucking game as much as Damien loves to play it.
“I’ll lick that perfect pussy,” Damien says.
But he’s not relenting. The relief on Sarah’s face tells me that she’s so innocent and doesn’t realize this.
“I’ll lick your pussy after I spank it for being so naughty,” Damien says, finishing the admonishment with the punishment.
“Please, Sir, please spank my naughty pussy,” Sarah moans. Her hips try to roll, but of course she can’t in the bondage.
Holy fucking hell.
Fuck.
I'm going to fucking sticky up my suit with the cum I could shoot out right now at her reaction.
She’s goddamn begging for it. She loves the pleasure as much as she loves the pain. And though she’s trembling with every word because she’s got fear and shame at play, her body’s needs are more connected to her mouth than her mind’s fears.
Oh, Damien and I? We’re going to fuck those fears away. It'll be really goddamn liberating for her to feel two cocks deep within her and know that’s exactly where she fucking belongs. Goddamn, never again will she need to feel fear or shame, I start promising myself.
Fuck no. Not for what she wants. A dirty mind like hers, a sexy body like hers, fuck that belongs impaled on two cocks. We are going to own her in every way possible. And Sarah? Oh fuck she is going to goddamn love it.
Damien is going to spank her like she asked. A wicked grin spreads over his face. His hand raises up and hovers over her pussy, but he lowers it and simply touches her pussy.
A long moan is her trembling release at how much she needs the touch.
Damien lifts and brings the hand down on her pussy, stroking it. The wet sound in the air and her struggling, trembling body is like a fucking drug to my system. My heart is beating so goddamn fast that I think I might die before I ever get to fuck Sarah’s sweet pussy.
“TD is going to want you to take several spankings before I lick your pussy,” Damien says.
Sarah says nothing.
He’s stroking her dripping wet pussy. I can practically feel the heat coming off of her and its fucking taunting me through the screen.
I can’t decide who’s more tortured right now.
Me watching perfection I’m not touching…yet.
Sarah writhing and unable to move at all, pleasure so close and yet so mixed with pain.
Damien, with the helpless perfect girl in front of him, aching for his cock and he’s not fucking her.
Okay, yeah, when you say it like that, it's obvious right?
Damien’s got it fucking rough. She’s so helpless against that table. She wants it so fucking much. Her pussy is so wet and her moans are guttural with just how fucking turned on she is. I'm legitimately expecting her to come any second as Damien works her aroused flesh.
Then I practically come watching him lower his mouth onto her no doubt aching pussy.
Sarah screams bloody murder. Her pussy is so sensitive. His tongue is gentle but he’s rolling it all over her abused pussy, claiming pain in pleasure with every touch.
Biting her lips, moaning, breathing ragged, Sarah is in a tormented sea of pleasure and pain. No doubt she is the most incredible creature I’ve ever witnessed. This kind of ecstasy she’s in, the kind of horniness I’m experiencing and no doubt Damien is, this is a level of existence that I didn’t know was fucking possible. There isn’t a cold enough shower in the world to jam my boner down. I may go raw just pumping my cock in my hand later…and what a poor substitute that would be.
I can’t fuck someone else. Not after seeing her.
I can’t fuck her right now.
Christ, I'm going to fucking explode.
Sarah’s little cries get insistent, a crescendo building. Damien’s tongue delicately extracts all the pleasure from her pussy without over stimulating the hyper sensitive skin of her pussy. After the beating she took, that sensation causes her eyes to roll back in her head.
Her screaming isn’t pain, but pure goddamn pleasure in the most delicious sense when she comes. Fuck, Damien licks every drop of her perfect pussy’s cum up and I’m desperate to taste that goddamn princess.
Soon. There’s no way in hell she can be anything but Damien's and mine. This girl has to belong to us.
I break into a sweat watching this. Christ, how does Damien breathe the same air as Sarah without deciding to inhale her instead?
When she finally comes down from the high of her orgasm, every inch of her porcelain skin is flushed to rose gold. She looks absolutely delicious. Divine. I’m fucking shaking, I want to touch her so bad. Damn.
All this, and Damien hasn’t fucked her. She’s still a virgin. Holy fucking hell, I’m breathing heavy just watching her pant.
Damien finally relents from tormenting her pussy. She’s shivering. He unties her from the table, rubs balm on her wrists and keeps a dispassionate gaze on his face and avoids eye contact the entire time. As Damien is training her to be a good slave, her eyes don’t search out his gaze but are plastered down, to the ground. But I can see it. She’s trying very hard to be good, and she wants even more to be bad. Yet…she doesn’t. Damien acquired this girl from her parents and through no admission of her own desires, yet she’s already so subservient. It isn’t because she likes fire or fight, but because she has so much. Her goal is to please Damien. Such a sweet, good girl Sarah is. Even though she desperately wants a taste at being bad.
Well, that taste is in store. Soon. I’ll pour wicked, sinful, naughty deeds down her throat and I’ll let her look me in the eyes when she swallows them up with a smile. A please, thank you, and maybe a little begging for more.
Damien knows what he’s doing showing me this. He fucking knows that I’m about to spray my load all over his damn floor, through my trousers, seeing her so hot and bothered and not getting to come. Fuck, I need to make whatever goat sacrifice that Damien did in finding the willpower to keep from fucking her. I inhale, exhale, five, four, three, two, goddamn I can’t take watching her like this. I want to demand that Damien let her come again. That he fuck her. That’s the warped part here. I’m so fucking turned on but I want her to come for everything I’ve gotten to see. Tip your servers, or something like that. Just, damn. Sarah is like no one I've ever seen before. Sarah deserves to come until she’s numb, get her whole body rubbed down, and then when she’s rested and fed and ready to go, to get fucked senseless all over again.
I want her to blackout from getting fucked so thoroughly. I know my cock cannot only handle that, but feels like it was made to do just that. I’m so fucking hard I keep thinking that it'll bust out of my pants any second now.
“You’ve been so good, Sarah,” I hear Damien tell her.
What is Damien up to now? There’s a wicked hint in his voice.
“Now, I want you to touch yourself. TD is watching and he’ll want to see you come again, will you do that for me?” Damien asks. The words are sweet and gentle. He knows, despite everything she’s endured, she’s also a nervous virgin. The edge she stays on with Damien has kept her from getting anywhere near truly comfortable, and he’s catering to that. He’s decided not to break her…and that’s good because she’s such a good girl, she doesn’t need to be broken.
“Yes, Sir,” Sarah says, her lower lip trembling.
“Just Damien,” Damien says quickly.
Ahh, he’d started to train her that way. But I know he feels like I do. He needs to hear what his name sounds like in her mouth.
One of her hands closes over her breasts and she closes her eyes.
Damien walks behind her, and he grabs her other breast, pressing his lips to her neck.
“Touch your pussy, and open your eyes. TD is watching and he wants to see how much you enjoy touching your pussy,” Damien says.
She shivers against him. “How did you know, Damien,” she savors his name and says it like she’s trying to please him with it…but in a way that tells me that it is also pleasing her. “How did you know that I masturbated after I met you?”
Oh, shit! What’s happening here?
“Sarah, I didn’t know that,” Damien says, laughing. His hand closes over her breast and she yelps at his squeeze. “I didn’t have to though. Your pussy was so fucking wet it soaked through onto my lap when you sat there. I fucking knew I owned that pussy from that moment. Now stroke it like you did that night and show TD just how much you like coming. Yes, you can come. I just want you to do it.” Damien offers her this nicety…but I know that’s because if he touches her, then she won’t be able to stay safe from his cock and that virginity of hers will get decimated.
I don't fucking blame him.
“I’ll be watching, just touch yourself. But don’t close your eyes.” Damien looks like the damn cat who ate the canary. He is completely fucking pleased by her confession about her masturbating to the thought of him.
Sarah, on the other hand? Her face is a furious blushing pink-red on her pale, gorgeous skin. Her breathing is shallow and ragged. Her hand is shaking as she brings it down to rub her pussy. Her movements aren’t skilled. She hasn’t masturbated a lot before. Not well. That makes this fucking sweeter somehow. Like, she tried it for Damien. And now she’s trying it for me. And Damien.
Fuck this is so hot.
Her fingers spread her tight little pussy, and she starts to stroke. Her eyelids droop with lust but Sarah is such a goddamn good girl and keeps her eyes open. They aren’t really looking into mine, but it almost feels like they are with the way she is looking in my direction. She bites her lip and strokes her pussy more, bringing her thumb to her clit. Pressing two fingers into her pussy, she whimpers. Gets the cutest fucking lines of strain on her face as she takes a few of her fingers.
