My eyebrows bunch in confusion, but I keep sucking his dick. Yeah, I’m definitely their happy whore.

“Can I?” he asks, holding the phone up. “For Nadia?”

I cup my pussy and slam my thighs shut. I wanted to hold off on this orgasm for as long as I can, but best-laid plans and all that jazz. I nod my head vigorously while I shudder through a mini-orgasm that already has my eyes watering.

“Okay,” he gasps. “I’m—fuck, fuck, deeper…” He grunts. “I’m recording.”

I look up his body and open my mouth. I make sure the lens — Nadia — can see me licking up the underside of Darren’s length. I make sure the camera and Darren get a good look at me swiping the tip of my tongue through his slit. I make sure that all three of us will remember what it looks like when I slowly cover the mushroom head of his dick with my lips and then let his length disappear into my mouth. I make sure that we can all enjoy my happy moans and watering eyes as I take all of Darren’s dick down my throat.

The tears fall down my cheeks as I gag on his length and shove my fingers into my sopping pussy.

Eventually, the sound of Darren’s gasping moans joins the wet gagging sound of my mouth and hand on his dick. We’re moaning together for what feels like an eternity, and I am in awe of his stamina, especially since we’ve been teasing and touching each other since I arrived at the clinic. I wonder if he’s holding on for Nadia — if he wants to give her a good show. I hope that they will watch this together in bed, maybe even with me on the phone, so it will be like I’m there when Nadia crawls down his body and sucks him off to the sounds of me doing the same.

Not to sound dramatic or anything, but I think I love them. My pussy sure does, at least.

favor

“Can we ask you for a favor? You can say NO!”

I wake up to that not-at-all ominous message from Nadia the day after I deepthroat her husband in my kitchen and record it. We were too horny to wait, and Darren sent her the video right after he came in my hand. When she replied from her locked office, Darren picked me up by the waist, set me on my kitchen counter, and then I aimed my camera at my lap so she could watch her husband go down on me. Carefully. I’m still a little sensitive.

So, what I’m saying is that even though that text message terrifies me, my sprung ass pops up in bed and types back.

“ANYTHING. Clearly I don’t know how to say no to you two.”