Rick lay beneath me, his breath shallow and ragged as he processed everything. His body was tense, his muscles coiled with both anticipation and helpless desire. He knew what he wanted, and though it might have seemed humiliating, it was exactly what he craved

“Tomorrow,” I whispered softly, my lips grazing his ear, “You know what I’m going to do, don’t you?” I asked, my voice soft but commanding. “I’m going to remind you that you’re not enough for me. That no matter what you do, there will always be others who satisfy me in ways you can’t.”

Rick groaned, his body stiffening beneath me, torn between the humiliation of my words and the overwhelming arousal they brought. His eyes darkened with need, his hands twitching at his sides, but he stayed still, completely under my control.

I smiled wickedly, my fingers brushing over his cock, teasing it through the thin fabric of his pants. “But you like that, don’t you?” I whispered. “You like knowing that you’ll never fully satisfy me, that I need other men.”

He moaned softly, his hips lifting slightly, begging for more, but I didn’t give him what he wanted—not yet. Instead, I leaned down and kissed him deeply, my lips smearing lipstick across his mouth as I whispered, “Tomorrow, I’ll make sure you understand your place. 

I shifted slightly, letting my breasts press against his chest, my body rubbing against his in a slow, deliberate motion. I could feel his cock straining against his pants, desperate for release, but I kept the pace slow, teasing him, drawing out the pleasure as long as possible.

“You’ll watch me get ready,” I continued softly, my lips brushing against his ear. “You’ll see me dress up for another man, knowing that I’m about to give myself to him in ways you’ll never experience.”

Rick’s breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as he groaned again, his body trembling with anticipation. He couldn’t resist the thought, couldn’t fight the desire that flooded his veins. He wanted this—wanted to be humiliated, dominated, reminded of his role as my cuckold.

“And you’ll love it,” I whispered, my voice full of confidence. “You’ll love watching me leave, knowing I’m going to get fucked by someone else, knowing you’re powerless to stop it.”

Rick’s body shuddered beneath me, his cock throbbing as I stroked him lightly, teasing him with every word, every touch.

“But don’t worry,” I added softly, kissing his lips once more. “I’ll come back to you. I’ll always come back to you… because you’ll always be mine.”

I pulled away from him then, leaving him lying there, trembling with need, his body aching for more. I knew he would be thinking about my words all night, imagining what was to come, the anticipation building inside him like a slow-burning fire.

Tomorrow would be another step in his journey—another push toward his fantasies becoming reality.

And I was more than willing to take him there.

The next morning, I woke to the smell of fresh coffee drifting through the air, the sound of clinking dishes coming from the kitchen. Rick was already up, doing what he always did—taking care of the small things. I smiled to myself, knowing that today would be different. Today, I would push him even further, tease him with everything I had, and remind him of his place.

I got out of bed, the sheets still warm from the night before, and headed to the shower. The hot water ran over my skin, waking me fully, my body humming with anticipation for what I had planned. After drying off, I didn’t bother with clothes. Instead, I slipped into my favorite pair of stiletto heels, the sharp click of them against the floor already making me feel powerful, in control.

I stood in front of the mirror for a moment, applying a thick, perfect coat of red lipstick, making sure my lips were full and glossy. It was a small detail, but I knew Rick couldn’t resist the sight of me like this—my lips, my heels, my naked body on full display. And today, I would give him the view he craved, but nothing more.

I stepped out of the bathroom, the sound of my heels echoing through the house as I walked toward the kitchen, knowing Rick could hear me approaching. When I entered, his eyes immediately flicked up from the coffee he was making, widening slightly as he took in the sight of me.

There I stood—completely naked except for my heels and my thick red lipstick. My breasts were bare, my skin still slightly damp from the shower, and I could feel his gaze roaming over me, the tension in the room shifting instantly.

But I didn’t say a word. I walked right past him, ignoring the way his breath hitched, the way his hands twitched at his sides as though he wanted to reach out and touch me. I could see the desire in his eyes, the way his body reacted to the sight of me, but I wasn’t going to let him have what he wanted. Not today.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, taking a slow, deliberate sip, letting my lips leave a faint smudge of red lipstick on the rim of the cup. Then, without a glance at Rick, I turned and walked into the living room, my hips swaying with every step, knowing he was watching me closely, his body already tense with frustration.

I sat down on the edge of the couch, crossing my legs in a way that made sure he had the perfect view of everything—my bare thighs, my breasts, the curve of my hips. I took another sip of coffee, making sure to keep my movements slow, deliberate, giving him plenty of time to take in the sight of me.

Rick stood in the doorway, frozen, his eyes wide and dark with arousal as he stared at me. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his body ached for me, but I didn’t say a word. Instead, I leaned back, resting my arms on the back of the couch, letting my legs spread slightly, just enough to tease him with what he couldn’t have.

There as a ring at the door.

I could see the delivery man through the window—young, probably half my age, standing nervously at the door with a parcel in his hands. His boyish features couldn’t hide the shock on his face when I opened the door completely naked. His eyes widened immediately, and I noticed him almost drop the parcel as his gaze drifted over my body. It didn’t take long for the telltale bulge to form in his pants, his erection growing almost instantly.

I smiled seductively, enjoying the effect I was having on him. “Yes?” I asked, my voice low and teasing.

He stammered, trying to find his words, clearly flustered. “I-I have a parcel… for you,” he managed to say, his eyes unable to leave my breasts, his hands trembling slightly as he held out the package.

His erection was unmistakable, straining against his pants, and I found myself intrigued by the size of it, growing hard with such innocent, boyish excitement. I ran my tongue over my lips slowly, leaning in just a little closer. “Come in,” I purred, stepping back slightly to let him inside. “I’ll get a pen.”

The young man hesitated for a moment, but his desire clearly got the better of him as he stepped into the hall, still clutching the parcel tightly in his hands. Once inside, I closed the door behind him, sealing us off from the outside world.

I leaned in close, brushing against him just enough for him to feel the heat of my body, the scent of my perfume thick in the air between us. His breath hitched, and I could see his eyes darting between my face and my exposed skin, utterly mesmerised.

His arousal was obvious, and the way he couldn’t control his reaction was almost endearing. I could feel the tension radiating off him, the way his body practically vibrated with desire, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

“Is this your first delivery like this?” I asked softly, my lips so close to his ear that he could feel my breath against his skin. His face flushed red, his hands trembling more as he tried to hold onto the parcel, clearly struggling with the intensity of the moment.

“I-I… I just need you to sign,” he stammered, barely able to get the words out.

I smiled wickedly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, my movements slow and deliberate, giving him every opportunity to drink in the sight of me. “Oh, I’ll sign,” I murmured, my hand trailing down his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles.

His body stiffened as I leaned in even closer, my breasts brushing lightly against his chest as I let the heat of my body tease him. I could feel his erection pressing against his pants, so close I could almost feel the pulse of it.

“Is this turning you on?” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, my lips brushing against his ear.

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes wide and his face flushed with embarrassment. “Y-yes,” he admitted, his voice trembling, unable to resist the temptation right in front of him.

I smiled again, pleased by his response, enjoying the way he trembled under my gaze, under the weight of his own desire.

“Good,” I whispered, stepping back just slightly, enough to let my body be fully visible to him. I let my eyes roam over him, the bulge in his pants even more pronounced now, almost desperate for release. The temptation of it all was intoxicating.

But I wasn’t done playing with him yet. Not by a long shot.

“Why don’t you set the parcel down,” I said, my voice smooth, “and maybe you can help me with something else.”

The young man’s eyes widened further, his hands trembling as he set the package on the nearest surface, completely at my mercy, completely lost in the moment.

As I stood there, feeling the intensity of the moment build, I decided to push things even further. The young delivery man was flustered, completely captivated by the sight of me, and I could tell he was inexperienced—his innocence only fueling my desire to toy with him. I stepped closer, my fingers lightly grazing his arm as I openly flirted with him, letting my touch linger just a bit too long, watching his reaction.

“Are you nervous?” I teased, my voice dripping with seduction as I let my fingers trail down his arm, brushing his skin softly. I could feel his body tense under my touch, his breath shallow as he tried to steady himself. He nodded slightly, his eyes darting between my face and my exposed body, clearly overwhelmed by the situation.

I leaned in closer, letting my lips hover near his ear as I whispered, “You’ve never seen anything like this, have you?”

He swallowed hard, shaking his head slowly, unable to form words as his gaze stayed glued to my body. His erection was pressing tightly against his pants, and I could practically feel the heat radiating from him.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked, my voice low and teasing, fully aware that Rick was watching from the other room, observing every move, every word. The idea of Rick witnessing this only heightened the tension between us.

The delivery man nodded, his breath catching in his throat. “Y-yes,” he stammered, his face flushing red with embarrassment.

I smiled, a wicked idea forming in my mind. “Have you ever been with her? You know… really been with her?” I asked, my voice taking on a more playful tone as I let my hand rest lightly on his chest, my fingers tracing small circles on his skin.

He hesitated, clearly uncomfortable but unable to resist the pull of the situation. “Not really,” he admitted quietly. “We’ve… only done a little. A hand job, maybe…”

A wicked smile spread across my face as I realized just how inexperienced he was. I leaned in even closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “Just a hand job? Poor thing. You’ve been missing out, haven’t you?”

His breath hitched, and I could see the frustration and excitement warring in his eyes. His body trembled under my touch, and I could feel the power I held over him 

I glanced toward the room where Rick stood, knowing he was watching every second, knowing how much this was affecting him too. The sight of me teasing another man, playing with him, flirting so openly, was more than Rick could handle. I could feel his eyes on me, his body no doubt filled with desire and jealousy, a twisted combination of emotions that only added to the thrill.

I turned my attention back to the delivery man, my fingers trailing down his chest to the waistband of his pants. “I could show you so much more than just a hand job,” I purred, my voice soft and sensual, watching as his eyes widened with both fear and excitement.

He was practically trembling, his hands shaking as I flirted openly with him, my lips brushing against his skin, teasing him with the possibility of something more. He was on the edge, completely at my mercy, and I relished the power I had over him.

I hatched a wicked plan, knowing I was going to give him an experience he wouldn’t forget. But not without making him beg for it first.

“Would you like that?” I asked, my voice low and sultry, my fingers playing at the waistband of his pants, teasing the idea of revealing more. His breath caught in his throat as he nodded, unable to speak, his body trembling under the weight of his arousal.

I smiled wickedly, my mind racing with all the possibilities, knowing exactly how I was going to push him further—how I was going to make him desperate, make him crave me, while Rick watched from the sidelines, powerless to stop it.

But first, I would make him beg. And then I’d show him what real pleasure felt like.

I could feel the tension radiating off the young delivery man, his body practically vibrating with anticipation. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes wide and dark with excitement, unable to tear them away from me. The innocence and naivety in his expression only spurred me on further. My fingers still lingered at the waistband of his pants, teasing the edge as I gazed up at him, my lips curling into a wicked smile.

I leaned in slowly, my breath warm against his cheek, and whispered, “You want more, don’t you? You want to feel what it’s really like.” 

He nodded quickly, his breath catching in his throat as he swallowed hard. His hands twitched nervously at his sides, unsure of what to do, but I wasn’t going to let him take control. No, this was my game.

Without another word, I gently pressed my lips to his, soft at first, teasing, letting him feel the slick, thick red lipstick as it brushed against his skin. The sensation made him groan softly, his body trembling as I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue slide past his lips, tasting him, teasing him further. His hands finally moved, hesitantly resting on my waist, his fingers trembling as he touched me, his body responding to every subtle movement of mine.

The kiss was slow, sensual, drawing him deeper into my web. I could feel his erection pressing harder against me, his hips involuntarily shifting closer, desperate for more contact. I smiled against his mouth, pulling away just enough to see the dazed, needy expression in his eyes. He was completely under my spell.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, my fingers sliding down his chest, feeling the way his heart pounded beneath my touch. 

“Y-yes,” he stammered, his voice shaky, his eyes half-closed with lust.

I kissed him again, more firmly this time, letting him feel the full force of my desire as I pressed my body against his, my lips hungry and demanding. His hands gripped my waist tighter, but I could feel the hesitation in him, the nervousness still lingering beneath the surface.

I pulled back slightly, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “You’ve never had anything like this before, have you?”

He shook his head, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as I kissed along his jawline, my lips leaving a faint trail of red lipstick in their wake.

“You could have so much more,” I murmured, my hand moving lower, grazing over the bulge in his pants. His body jerked slightly at the contact, a soft moan escaping his lips as he trembled beneath my touch.

I glanced toward the room where Rick was watching, knowing full well that he was seeing every moment, every kiss, every touch. The thought of him standing there, helpless and aroused, only made the situation more delicious. I could feel the power I had over both of them—the young man standing before me, trembling with need, and Rick, watching from the shadows, powerless to intervene.

I leaned in once more, pressing my lips to the delivery man’s neck, kissing him softly as my hand continued to tease him, my fingers brushing lightly over his erection through the fabric of his pants. His breathing grew heavier, and I could feel him losing control, completely captivated by me.

“Do you want to feel more?” I whispered against his skin, my voice low and seductive, my hand lingering at the waistband of his pants.

“Yes,” he groaned, his hips shifting toward me, his body practically begging for more.

I smiled, knowing exactly how I was going to take this further, how I was going to push him to the edge. But I wasn’t done teasing him yet. I wanted him to beg, to completely lose himself in the moment, to forget everything else but me.

My lips pressed against his again, this time harder, more demanding, as I kissed him deeply, letting my hand slip just inside his waistband, grazing the skin of his lower abdomen. He moaned into the kiss, his body shaking as he gripped me tighter, desperate for more.

But I pulled away, just enough to leave him wanting.

“Then beg for it,” I whispered, my voice dripping with temptation. “Beg for me to show you what it’s really like.”

His breath hitched, his eyes wide with need as he looked at me, completely overwhelmed by the moment.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Please, I want it… I want you.”

I smiled, pleased by his submission, knowing I had him exactly where I wanted him. And as I kissed him once more, I knew this was just the beginning of the pleasure I was about to show him—while Rick stood on the other side of the room, watching every second, knowing there was nothing he could do but watch and want.

I sat down on the chair in the hallway, the young delivery man standing nervously in front of me, completely captivated by everything that was happening. His breath was uneven, and I could see the tension in his body, the way his eyes widened slightly as he watched my every move.

I reached up, my hands sliding slowly inside the legs of his shorts, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. He flinched slightly, his body trembling as my hands moved higher, inch by inch, teasing him with each touch. His cock was already straining against the fabric, and I could feel it—hard, thick, and growing even more rigid as my fingers brushed against it.

As my hands roamed up the inside of his thighs, I finally reached the source of his tension, the massive bulge pressing against the tight fabric of his shorts. I smiled wickedly, leaning back slightly in the chair, allowing my fingers to explore him fully.

His cock was huge—larger than I had anticipated—and I could feel it pulsing beneath my touch, straining against the fabric as he groaned softly, his body trembling with desire. My fingers curled around the base of it, still inside his shorts, and I applied just enough pressure to make him moan softly, his hips jerking slightly at the contact.

“Wow,” I murmured, my voice low and teasing as I felt the weight of him. “You’ve been hiding something pretty impressive.”

He could barely speak, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I continued to stroke him through the fabric, my fingers teasing him, feeling the thickness of his cock as it throbbed beneath my hand. His face flushed, his eyes flickering between my hands and my face, utterly mesmerized by the way I was handling him.

“Do you like this?” I whispered, my hands moving inside the fabric of his shorts, feeling him tense as I brushed against his swollen length. I could feel the precum leaking from the tip, making the fabric damp, and I smiled as I watched his reaction—completely helpless, completely at my mercy.

He nodded quickly, his body trembling as he tried to control himself, but it was clear he was already losing the battle. His cock was so hard, so thick, and I knew he was close to the edge just from the simple touch of my hands.

I leaned forward slightly, my lips brushing against his stomach as I whispered, “Let’s see what you’ve got.” With one swift motion, I tugged his shorts down just enough to free his cock completely, the sight of it making me gasp softly.

It was even bigger than I had imagined, thick and throbbing, the head glistening with precum. My fingers wrapped around him fully now, stroking him slowly, feeling the heat and hardness of him as his breath hitched, a soft groan escaping his lips.

“Impressive,” I murmured, my voice dripping with approval as I looked up at him, my hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes along the length of his cock. “You’ve been missing out, haven’t you?”

He could only nod, his body trembling with need as he struggled to stay upright. His hands twitched at his sides, unsure of what to do as I teased him, my fingers trailing over his skin, feeling the pulsing heat of his arousal.

I smiled wickedly, knowing full well that Rick was watching, witnessing every second of this, powerless to intervene. The thrill of it all only heightened the moment, and I was more than happy to take my time.

The young delivery man trembled under my touch, his body barely able to hold back the mounting tension. I could feel him nearing the edge, his cock throbbing heavily in my hand as I continued to stroke him slowly, teasingly. His breath hitched, a soft groan escaping his lips, and in that moment, I knew he couldn’t hold on any longer.

With one final gasp, his body jerked, and he exploded. Hot, thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering across my face and breasts as he let out a desperate moan. The intensity of his release took him by surprise, his body shaking as his cock continued to pulse in my hand. The warmth of it coated my skin, dripping down, marking me completely.

For a moment, he stood there, stunned and embarrassed, his chest heaving as he struggled to regain his composure. “I-I’m so sorry,” he stammered, his face flushing red with shame. He looked utterly mortified, quickly reaching down to pull up his shorts, but his cock had barely softened, still heavy and slightly erect.

I wiped the cum from my face with a slow, deliberate motion, locking eyes with him as I smiled wickedly. “No need to apologize,” I said softly, my voice dripping with satisfaction. “You couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

He shook his head, his breath still ragged, his hands trembling as he tried to pull his shorts up properly. But the sight of him, his cock still swollen and glistening, the evidence of what had just happened all over me, made it clear that this was far from over.

Rick, watching from the sidelines, had witnessed everything. The control, the power, the way I had made this young man lose himself so completely. And now, as the delivery man stood there, panting and shaken, his cock still half-hard, I knew this moment was just another step in showing Rick exactly how far I could go.

As the young delivery man fumbled to pull his shorts back up, still flustered and embarrassed by his explosive release, I leaned forward with a wicked smile playing on my lips. Just as he tried to cover himself, I pressed the sharp point of my stiletto down onto the waistband of his shorts, pinning them in place on the floor, and preventing him from pulling them up.

“Not so quick, baby,” I purred, my voice soft but commanding.

His eyes widened in shock, his breath catching as he looked down at me, unsure of what to do. His cock, still glistening with the remnants of his orgasm, twitched slightly, not fully softening despite what had just happened.

I leaned in closer, my lips just inches from his still-throbbing shaft. Without breaking eye contact, I flicked my tongue out, tracing it along the length of his cock, licking away the remains of his orgasm. His body shuddered violently at the contact, a soft moan escaping his lips as I swirled my tongue over him, savouring the taste of his release.

“You’re not done yet,” I murmured, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in my eyes as I continued to lick his shaft, my hand gripping the base of his cock to keep him steady. The young man trembled; his legs weak as his body responded instantly to my touch.

He gasped, his hands twitching at his sides as he fought to keep control of himself, but it was clear he was already lost in the moment again. My lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and I sucked gently, tasting the last of his cum as I teased him, letting my tongue dance across his sensitive skin.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I whispered, pulling back just enough to look up at him, my lips still brushing against his shaft as I smiled wickedly. “Not until I’m satisfied.”

His breath came in short, desperate gasps, his body trembling with the overwhelming sensations. He was helpless, completely at my mercy, and I could feel the weight of Rick’s gaze from the other room, watching every second of this unfolding. The power I held over both of them only fuelled my desire, and I wasn’t done playing with the young man just yet.

As I licked his cock again, savouring every drop, I could feel it stiffening once more beneath my touch. He was already hard again, his body unable to resist the pleasure I was giving him.

I continued using my lips and tongue on him, feeling his cock pulse and stiffen as he gasped for air. Every flick of my tongue, every brush of my lips, made his body tremble, helpless beneath my touch. His soft moans filled the air as I took him deeper, pushing him closer to the edge once again. But this time, I had something else in mind.

I pulled away slowly, standing up and locking eyes with him for a brief moment. His chest heaved with each breath, his cock glistening and ready. With a sly smile, I turned and leaned over the chair, giving Rick, who was watching intently from the other side of the room, a full view of my body. I let my back arch, pushing my hips up, my glistening pussy on full display for the young man behind me.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, my voice dripping with sensuality, my eyes locked on Rick’s as I spoke. The words hung heavy in the air, daring and commanding, sending shivers of anticipation through both of them.

The young man hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure of what to do next, his inexperience showing through. But I wasn’t going to let him hold back. I reached between my legs, guiding his cock toward my entrance, feeling the heat of him just inches away from where I wanted him most.

“Put it in me,” I purred, my voice low and soft, full of desire.

He moved closer, pressing the tip of his cock against my wet folds, the thickness of him already making me gasp. He was slow, careful, still trying to figure out what to do, but I could feel the anticipation building. My body responded immediately to the sensation, the head of his cock pressing gently against me as I guided him inside 

I moaned softly, feeling him stretch me, the thickness of him filling me inch by inch. The slow press of his cock was almost overwhelming, his inexperience making every thrust careful, measured. He didn’t know what he was doing, but that made it all the more exciting—the raw, unfiltered desire driving him forward.

Rick’s eyes were glued to me, watching every movement, every sound that escaped my lips. He could see my face, see the pleasure flickering across it as the young man behind me tried his best to fuck me. I met Rick’s gaze, my breath coming in soft, shallow gasps as I moaned louder, letting him see the effect it was having on me.

“Yes,” I groaned softly, pushing back against the young man’s thrusts, feeling the slow, delicious stretch of his cock filling me. “Just like that…”

He gripped my hips tightly, his movements still unsure but growing more confident with each thrust. The thickness of him stretched me perfectly, and I could feel every inch of him inside me. My moans grew louder, echoing through the room, as I let myself get lost in the sensation, my eyes never leaving Rick’s.

The young man behind me was completely lost in the moment, his breath ragged as he tried to keep his pace steady, his hips moving slowly but deeply. I could feel the tension in his body, the raw need radiating off him as he gave in to the pleasure.

And Rick, standing there, watching everything, was powerless to stop it—caught in the middle of his own desires and the reality of what was happening in front of him.

As the young man pressed further into me, I gasped in surprise. He wasn’t just thick; he was far longer than I had realized. The slow, steady way he pushed his cock deep inside me nearly made me come right then and there. My body trembled with the sensation, the fullness overwhelming, stretching me in ways that had me moaning uncontrollably.

“Take it slow,” I whispered, my voice shaky with arousal. He nodded, still unsure of himself but eager to please. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he began to pump into me, each stroke deep and deliberate. The feeling of him inside me, filling me so completely, sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body with every thrust.

His movements were tentative at first, but as I moaned softly, urging him on, he grew more confident. Each slow, deep stroke brought me closer to the edge, my breath catching in my throat as I felt my body tighten with anticipation. I could feel my orgasm building, but I needed more—just a little more to send me over the edge.

Reaching down between my legs, I grabbed his hand and guided it to my clit. “Here,” I moaned, pressing his fingers exactly where I needed him. He fumbled slightly at first, unsure of how to touch me, but I guided him patiently, showing him how to rub my clit in slow, circular motions. Within seconds, I could feel my orgasm barreling toward me, unstoppable.

My body tensed, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps as the pleasure built rapidly. And then, all at once, it hit me—a powerful, blinding orgasm that tore through me like a wave. I cried out, my body trembling violently as the pleasure ripped through every nerve, my walls tightening around his cock as he continued to thrust deeply into me.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, my voice full of desperation as I called out endearments to him, lost in the haze of pleasure. “Keep going… just like that…”

The young man obeyed, his hips still pumping into me, his fingers rubbing my clit exactly the way I needed. Each stroke sent another wave of pleasure through me, my body quivering uncontrollably as I rode out the intense orgasm. He was doing everything right, and I could barely keep control of myself, my moans turning into loud cries of pleasure.

I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, and I knew he was close too, but I didn’t want it to end. I held on to him, urging him to keep going, the sensation of his long, thick cock filling me completely, sending me spiralling into another wave of pleasure. 

“Yes… yes… just like that,” I moaned, my body still shaking as the pleasure continued to overwhelm me. He was lost in the moment, his breath ragged, but he didn’t stop, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he neared his own release.

With one final, deep thrust, I felt him stiffen inside me, his cock pulsing as he came, filling me completely. I gasped, feeling the warmth of his release as my body trembled one last time, the waves of pleasure slowly fading, leaving me breathless and spent.

We stayed like that for a moment, his cock still buried deep inside me, both of us catching our breath. I could feel his body trembling against mine, his fingers still resting on my clit, his breath warm against my skin.

As the young man slowly withdrew, I could feel a mixture of our juices leaking down my inner thigh. The sensation sent a shiver through me, a reminder of everything we had just done. I turned to look at him, expecting him to be spent, but to my surprise, he was still semi-erect, his cock glistening in the dim light.

I gasped, genuinely impressed. “How many times do you come?” I asked, my voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.

He looked down at me, a shy smile on his face. “Two or three, usually,” he replied softly, clearly not fully understanding the effect his words had on me.

A thrill shot through me as I gripped his still-hard cock, marvelling at how quickly he was ready again. I couldn’t wait any longer. Smiling wickedly, I led him by the cock, guiding him down the hall toward the bedroom, straight past Rick, who was standing there, watching everything with a mix of helpless arousal and frustration in his eyes.

“Come and watch,” I said to Rick, giving him a knowing smile as I passed him, still gripping the young man’s cock tightly.

Once in the bedroom, I laid down on the bed, spreading my legs wide, my pussy still wet and swollen from the first round. The young man stood there at the foot of the bed, his cock already hardening again as he stared at me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath 

I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he looked at me like he was about to devour me. I reached down between my legs, spreading myself open even wider, letting him see how wet I still was. “Take me,” I said softly, my voice full of need.

He didn’t hesitate this time. Moving on top of me, he positioned himself between my legs, his cock pressing against my entrance. Unlike the first time, his cock slid easily into my waiting pussy, filling me completely in one smooth thrust. I moaned loudly, arching my back as the sensation of him inside me sent waves of pleasure through my body.

The feeling was different now—more urgent, more desperate. He was harder, more confident, his thrusts deeper and more deliberate. His cock stretched me in the most satisfying way, and I could feel every inch of him as he moved inside me, hitting just the right spots.

I reached up, grabbing onto his shoulders, pulling him closer as I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper. His body responded, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into me with a rhythm that made my entire body tremble.

I could feel Rick’s eyes on me, watching everything from the corner of the room, but all I could focus on was the young man above me, his body pressing into mine, his cock driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“Yes… just like that,” I moaned, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps as I felt the pleasure building again. My body tightened around him, every thrust bringing me closer, the sensation of him inside me overwhelming.

The young man groaned softly, his hands gripping my hips as he fucked me harder, his cock pulsing inside me as he neared his second release.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his back as I held on, my body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure. “I want more… give me more.” 

As the young man pressed into me, his thick cock filling me completely, I couldn’t help but let out a low, satisfied moan. The pleasure was undeniable, and his movements were growing more confident, more sure with every thrust. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, my hands gripping his shoulders as I whispered sweetly to him.

“That’s it, baby,” I purred, my breath hot against his ear. “You feel so good inside me… just like that.”

His body trembled at my words, his pace quickening as he responded to my encouragement. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, stretching me perfectly, hitting all the right spots. The sensation was intense, and I knew he was getting closer, but I wasn’t done with him yet. I wanted more, and I wanted to savour every moment of it.

“You’re doing so well,” I cooed softly, my voice full of affection as I kissed his neck, letting my hands slide down his back, urging him on. “Just like that, sweetheart… don’t stop. I want all of you.”

He groaned deeply, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he drove into me harder, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The feeling of him inside me, the fullness, the urgency of his thrusts—it was almost too much, and I could feel the pleasure building rapidly, my body tightening around him in response.

I glanced over at Rick, who was standing in the corner of the room, watching everything unfold with a mix of helpless arousal and humiliation written all over his face. His eyes were glued to the sight of me, his hands clenched at his sides as he struggled to keep control.

Smiling wickedly, I wiggled my little finger at him, a subtle, humiliating gesture that reminded him of his place, his inability to satisfy me the way this young man was. The look on his face was priceless—his frustration evident, but his desire just as clear. He was trapped, forced to watch as another man gave me what he couldn’t.

“See, baby?” I whispered to the young man, my voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re so much better… so much stronger. You’re making me feel so good.”

He groaned again, his hips moving faster as my words fueled him, his cock pounding into me with a desperate rhythm. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was fighting to hold back, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to lose himself completely.

“Come on, darling,” I moaned, my fingers digging into his back as I urged him on. “Give it to me… I want all of you.”

His body trembled violently, his cock throbbing inside me as he finally let go, driving deep into me one last time as he came, his release hot and thick, filling me completely. I gasped, feeling the warmth of his cum as it spilled into me, my own body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” I whispered, my voice full of affection as I kissed his neck softly. “You did so well… you made me feel so good.”

He collapsed against me, his breath ragged, his body still trembling as he caught his breath. I smiled to myself, satisfied, as I glanced over at Rick once more, knowing that the humiliation of watching everything was just as powerful as the pleasure I had just taken.

The young man had gained so much confidence in such a short amount of time. His hands gripped my hips tightly, and with a sudden burst of energy, he rolled us over, taking me with him. I gasped, caught off guard, but his cock remained buried deep inside me as I found myself straddling him. My legs wrapped around his waist as I settled on top of him, his cock twitching inside me, still rock hard despite how many times he had already come.

I smirked down at him, teasingly running my fingers over his chest. “I thought you said three,” I teased, arching an eyebrow as I rocked my hips gently, feeling him stir inside me.

He grinned up at me, his confidence growing with every second. “But you’re so sexy,” he said, his voice filled with desire. “I can’t help it.”

His gaze roamed over my body, and then his eyes locked on my lips. “Can you put on lipstick?” he asked, his breath catching. “You look so good when you have it on.”

I smiled at his request, delighted by how much he was into it. I glanced over at Rick, who was still standing in the corner, watching every movement, every word exchanged. “Bring it to me,” I commanded softly, signaling for him to fetch my lipstick.

Rick, utterly humiliated but obedient, quickly moved to grab the lipstick from my vanity. His hands shook slightly as he handed it to me, his eyes dark with frustration as he watched me apply it. I smeared the deep, bold red onto my lips, thick and glossy, making sure it was perfect for both the young man and for Rick, who stood silently by, aroused and helpless.

“He likes it too,” I said with a sly smile, glancing over at Rick, my voice dripping with mock affection as I teased him further.

The young man’s breath quickened as he watched me, his cock twitching inside me as I leaned down and kissed him softly, pressing my freshly painted lips against his over and over. Each kiss left a smudge of red on his lips, the sensation of my soft, lipstick-coated mouth making him groan softly beneath me.

As I kissed him, I slowly began to move my hips, grinding my pussy against him, feeling his cock stir again inside me. My movements were slow at first, my hips rolling gently as I rode him, letting the friction build. His hands roamed my body, gripping my waist as he moaned softly, his cock growing harder with each kiss, each deliberate movement of my hips.

It took a little longer this time, but I could feel him swelling inside me, his cock filling me completely again. I moaned softly, my lips brushing against his as I murmured, “You like this, don’t you?”

He nodded, his hands tightening on my hips as I began to ride him faster, his cock now fully hard inside me, stretching me with each thrust. The feel of him beneath me, combined with the thrill of Rick watching so helplessly, sent waves of pleasure through my body.

“That’s it,” I whispered, my voice low and seductive. “You’re doing so well.”

I continued to grind my hips, feeling the young man beneath me tremble as I took control, guiding him toward another release. Each movement, each kiss, brought us both closer to the edge, the pleasure building between us. And all the while, Rick stood there, watching every second, completely powerless to do anything but observe. The young man reached up, his hands cupping my breasts with confidence, teasing and pinching my nipples in a way that sent jolts of pleasure through my body. My breath hitched as his fingers expertly worked my sensitive skin, heightening everything. I began to ride him harder, lifting myself up and slamming down onto his thick cock, feeling him stretch me with every thrust.

He wasn’t going to cum quickly this time, and I knew it. He was determined to savor this moment, to make it last, and the way he filled me so completely made it impossible to hold back the intense pleasure building inside me.

“Yes, baby, just like that,” I moaned, my voice shaky with desire as I bounced on top of him, my pace quickening. I could feel the tension coiling in my body, tighter and tighter, as his cock hit all the right spots inside me, sending waves of pleasure through every nerve.

I cried out, words of endearment spilling from my lips. “You’re so good, you feel so good,” I gasped, barely able to form coherent sentences as the sensation grew overwhelming.

He gripped my hips tighter, pulling me down hard with each thrust, driving his cock deep inside me. The intensity of it was almost too much, my body trembling with the force of it. I felt my first orgasm crash through me like a tidal wave, my muscles clenching around him as I screamed, the pleasure so strong it took my breath away.

But it didn’t stop there. As I continued to ride him, the pleasure built again, and before I could even catch my breath, another orgasm hit me, followed by another and another. My body was on fire, each wave of pleasure stronger than the last, cursing through me with relentless force. I couldn’t control it—my hips bucked uncontrollably, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I screamed obscenities and endearments, my voice loud and wild.

“Yes! Fuck… oh, God! Yes, baby!” I cried, my head thrown back in ecstasy, my body trembling with the sheer power of the pleasure ripping through me. The young man moaned beneath me, his hips bucking up into mine, driving his cock deeper, making my body shake even more.

I was lost in the moment, my body consumed by pleasure as I rode him hard, my fingers digging into his chest as I screamed out, every nerve in my body alive with sensation. The orgasms came in waves, each one crashing over me more violently than the last, leaving me breathless, trembling, and completely overwhelmed.

He held on to my hips tightly, guiding me through every wave, his own body shuddering as he struggled to keep control. The power of it all had taken me over completely, and I couldn’t stop the flood of ecstasy that consumed me.

The room echoed with my moans and cries, the intensity of the moment building to a fever pitch as I rode him, lost in a sea of pleasure, my body shaking uncontrollably with every pulse of his cock deep inside me.

The young man reached up, his hands cupping my breasts with confidence, teasing and pinching my nipples in a way that sent jolts of pleasure through my body. My breath hitched as his fingers expertly worked my sensitive skin, heightening everything. I began to ride him harder, lifting myself up and slamming down onto his thick cock, feeling him stretch me with every thrust.

He wasn’t going to cum quickly this time, and I knew it. He was determined to savor this moment, to make it last, and the way he filled me so completely made it impossible to hold back the intense pleasure building inside me.

“Yes, baby, just like that,” I moaned, my voice shaky with desire as I bounced on top of him, my pace quickening. I could feel the tension coiling in my body, tighter and tighter, as his cock hit all the right spots inside me, sending waves of pleasure through every nerve.

I cried out, words of endearment spilling from my lips. “You’re so good, you feel so good,” I gasped, barely able to form coherent sentences as the sensation grew overwhelming.

He gripped my hips tighter, pulling me down hard with each thrust, driving his cock deep inside me. The intensity of it was almost too much, my body trembling with the force of it. I felt my first orgasm crash through me like a tidal wave, my muscles clenching around him as I screamed, the pleasure so strong it took my breath away.

But it didn’t stop there. As I continued to ride him, the pleasure built again, and before I could even catch my breath, another orgasm hit me, followed by another and another. My body was on fire, each wave of pleasure stronger than the last, cursing through me with relentless force. I couldn’t control it—my hips bucked uncontrollably, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I screamed obscenities and endearments, my voice loud and wild.

“Yes! Fuck… oh, God! Yes, baby!” I cried, my head thrown back in ecstasy, my body trembling with the sheer power of the pleasure ripping through me. The young man moaned beneath me, his hips bucking up into mine, driving his cock deeper, making my body shake even more.

I was lost in the moment, my body consumed by pleasure as I rode him hard, my fingers digging into his chest as I screamed out, every nerve in my body alive with sensation. The orgasms came in waves, each one crashing over me more violently than the last, leaving me breathless, trembling, and completely overwhelmed.

He held on to my hips tightly, guiding me through every wave, his own body shuddering as he struggled to keep control. The power of it all had taken me over completely, and I couldn’t stop the flood of ecstasy that consumed me.

The room echoed with my moans and cries, the intensity of the moment building to a fever pitch as I rode him, lost in a sea of pleasure, my body shaking uncontrollably with every pulse of his cock deep inside me.

As the pleasure surged through my body in waves, I rode him with reckless abandon, completely lost in the ecstasy that seemed to have no end. My thighs burned with the effort, but I didn’t care. Every thrust, every deep press of his cock inside me sent another shockwave of pleasure ripping through me. His hands gripped my hips tighter, guiding me down harder, matching my rhythm with his own.

My body trembled, on fire with sensation, the feeling of his hands still on my breasts, pinching my nipples, making me moan louder, higher. I was barely in control, and as I felt another orgasm building deep within me, I arched my back, letting the full force of it wash over me.

“Yes! God, yes, baby, don’t stop!” I screamed, my voice thick with passion. My fingers dug into his chest as I rode him harder, my body bouncing with the force of each movement. His cock filled me completely, hitting every sensitive spot inside me. My moans turned into cries of raw need as the sensation of him deep within me sent me over the edge again.

His breath grew ragged beneath me, his body responding to every sound, every movement. I leaned down, kissing him deeply, tasting the heat of his desire as I moaned into his mouth. His hands roamed my body, pulling me closer, pressing me down harder onto him as I continued to grind against him, desperate for more.

“Oh, you’re so good,” I gasped, my voice breaking as I trembled above him, my body slick with sweat from the effort. “I can’t stop—don’t you dare stop.”

He moaned deeply, his hips bucking up into me with more force now, thrusting harder as he took control for the first time. His cock stretched me perfectly, filling me over and over again, each thrust more intense than the last. I felt the pressure building inside me once again, an unstoppable force that I couldn’t hold back.

I cried out, my entire body tightening as I was hit with yet another orgasm, my legs trembling as I clung to him, shaking uncontrollably. My breath came in short, ragged gasps, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest as the pleasure coursed through me like fire. My vision blurred as my body shuddered, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

The young man groaned beneath me, his hands gripping my waist so tightly that I could feel his fingers pressing into my skin. His cock twitched inside me, and I knew he was close, but he was holding back, trying to make it last, desperate to keep the moment going.

I leaned down again, kissing him softly, murmuring words of encouragement between breaths. “Come for me, baby,” I whispered against his lips. “I want to feel you. 

His breath hitched as he moaned my name, his hips bucking up harder, faster now. I could feel the tension building in his body, and I knew he was about to lose control. I rocked my hips, grinding against him in a way that drove him wild, pushing him to the brink.

With one final thrust, he groaned loudly, his body tensing as he came hard inside me, filling me with his release. I gasped, feeling the warmth of him as his cock pulsed inside me, sending me into one last, shattering orgasm. My body quivered as I collapsed on top of him, my breath coming in short, uneven bursts as the pleasure slowly faded, leaving us both spent and breathless.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, our bodies still entwined, slick with sweat, our breaths mingling as we lay there, completely exhausted. His hands slowly loosened their grip on my waist, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

I smiled, satisfied and utterly spent, as I looked down at him. “You did so well,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

The young man smiled weakly, still trying to recover from the intensity of what had just happened. “You’re amazing,” he muttered, his voice full of awe.

I chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss him gently, my lips still stained with red lipstick. “I know,” I teased, running my fingers over his chest as I slowly climbed off him.

As I lay beside him, I glanced over at Rick, who had been watching everything from the shadows. His eyes were dark with desire, his hands trembling at his sides, and I could see the frustration and longing on his face. He had been forced to watch me take another man, forced to see the pleasure I had taken. I smiled wickedly, knowing that this moment was just as powerful for Rick as it had been for me.

I leaned back against the pillows, still breathless, my body tingling from the aftermath. The young man lay beside me, spent and satisfied, his breath finally steadying. I felt completely in control, the thrill of what had just happened still fresh in my mind, and I knew Rick would never forget it either.