"More, baby, give me more!" Sable cries out, body arching back like a bowstring.
Emily's hands grip Sable's hips tight enough to leave bruises. Then, she looks at me, a devilish glint in her eye that makes my balls want to retreat into my body. "Lucian, why the hell are you not spit-roasting this filthy little witch like the pig she is?"
Those words are my undoing. I grab Sable's hair with both hands and thrust my cock deep into her warm, wet mouth. Hearing those words is like a switch being flipped in my brain. I'm no longer concerned about her comfort or well-being. She wants it rough, and I'm going to give it to her like the fucking animal I am.
I snap, hips pistoning like a man possessed, and my lust takes over. "That's it, you filthy little cock socket. Take every inch like the cum-hungry slut you are. Choke on my dick like it's your last fucking meal."
Sable pops off my cock, "Yes, keep talking dirty."
I growl, treating her mouth like my personal fleshlight. "Fuck, I bet you could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, couldn't you, you dirty girl?"
I grip her hair tighter, slamming into her throat.
Emily continues her assault on Sable's pussy, standing up behind her to get the perfect angle, like a porn star pro. Sable moans and screams around my cock, but I shut her up by pushing deeper, her throat now my own personal fuck toy.
"There ya go, baby." Emily's words are like a whip, cracking through the air. "You gonna be a dirty little fuck doll?"
"Yes!" Sable manages to scream around my cock, the vibrations nearly making me see stars
"Mmm…yeah, you are." Emily slams into Sable harder, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room like a round of applause.
Hearing their filthy words is like pouring gasoline on the fire in my veins. I grip Sable's hair tighter, pounding my cock down her throat like it's my sole purpose in life, while Emily fucks her from behind like a rabid animal.
Drool and foam gather around Sable's lips, creating a slick, wet hole for me to fuck with wild abandon, her drool dripping in long strings down to the floor. God, I'm choking the shit out of her, and I don't even care. The sight of her spit running down my thighs is so goddamn hot; I have to slow down so I don't blow my load down her throat like a firehose.
I pull out real quick, "Spit on it."
Sable complies, spit running down my cock like a waterfall. Fuck, I love a good sloppy blowjob. Nothing beats the feeling of a warm, wet mouth worshipping your cock like it's a goddamn religious artifact.
I ease off the throttle, frantically racking my brain for something, anything, to stave off the impending jizz-pocalypse. Reciting the periodic table? Nah, too fucking nerdy. Imagining Rosie O'Donnell in a thong? Blech, gross, but not quite vomit-inducing enough. Picturing Mitch McConnell's ballsack? Okay, that's definitely a one-way ticket to Limp Dicksville, but even that nightmarish image isn't doing the trick right now.
And then, like a big fuck you from the porn gods, a stunning brunette with golden eyes pops into my head; her skin is sun-kissed and flawless like an airbrushed magazine cover.
Where the hell did she come from? And why is she invading my thoughts while I'm balls-deep in Witch Barbie's mouth?
My balls are tightening like a python's grip, and Little Lucian is ready to erupt like Mount Vesuvius. I've got no clue who this mystery girl is or why she seems so familiar, but I can't get her out of my head to save my damn life (or my load, for that matter).
I open my eyes and focus on Sable sucking my cock like a Hoover, looking up at Emily, slamming a massive dildo into Sable. I'm trying to focus on the live-action porno playing out right in front of me, hoping it'll be enough to push Mystery Girl out of my head. But it's like trying to ignore an elephant in the room, or in this case, a sexy, golden-eyed elephant trampling all over my brain.
"Ohh, my dirty witch is creamy. That's it, baby. I'm gonna milk this pussy like a fucking dairy farm." Emily's dirty talk is like a porno soundtrack.
Christ on a cracker, this is like the best fucking thing to ever happen to me (or at least, the best thing I can remember happening to me, which admittedly isn't much).
But even with all this grade-A spank bank material right in front of me, I can't stop thinking about those golden eyes and that perfect, kissable skin. Who is she? Why does she seem so familiar? She must be someone from my past (or at least, the part of my past that's been wiped cleaner than a fucking Etch A Sketch).
When I thought my life couldn't get any more screwed up, the universe decides to throw me a curve ball in the form of a phantom fantasy girl. It's like the powers that be are saying, "Hey Lucian, we know you're balls deep in the middle of a fucking epic threesome, but here's a mystery chick to mindfuck you even more. You're welcome, asshole."
I can't take it anymore. With a grunt and a thrust, I explode like a goddamn geyser, my cum rocketing down Sable's throat like a surface-to-air missile. She squirms and gags, but I hold her steady, making damn sure she swallows every last drop like it's the antidote to a poison she just drank.
"Fuuuuuck yes, drink that shit down like mother's milk, you nasty little semen demon. Ungh, fuck!"
"LUCIAN!" I nearly jump out of my skin, falling off the couch in a tangle of limbs and a flying pizza box. I look around, disoriented, and see Sable and Emily staring at me with confusion, amusement, and annoyance.
It was a dream—a messed-up fever dream that my brain decided to conjure up. I quickly scramble to my feet, brushing pizza crumbs off my chest and trying to play it cool (spoiler alert: I'm failing miserably).
Emily, looking annoyed, "You ate all the damn pizza? We leave for thirty minutes, and you manage to inhale an entire pizza like some black hole with a tapeworm?"
Sable, giggling and eyeing me, "Looks like someone was having a nice little dream." Her eyes twinkle with mischief. "Secret's out, Lucian. We heard what you were saying in your sleep. My, my, you have quite a vocabulary, don't you? Semen Demon, huh?"
