My heart races as I hear Dallas's footsteps on the porch. The Admiral remains eerily calm, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. The door swings open, and Dallas strides in, his eyes locking onto my disheveled form.

"Hey, babe," he says casually, as if walking in on his girlfriend naked with his uncle is a normal occurrence. "I see you and Unc got it in."

My mouth hangs open, unable to form words. Dallas approaches, planting a soft kiss on my forehead before turning to the Admiral. "How'd she do?"

The Admiral chuckles. "She exceeded expectations. You weren't exaggerating about her talents."

Realization dawns on me slowly, like fog clearing. "Wait... you knew? This was planned?"

Dallas sits beside me, his hand resting on my thigh. "Ana, remember when we talked about exploring our fantasies? This is part of that."

My mind reels, trying to process this revelation. "So this was all... orchestrated? Like a test?"

The Admiral nods, his expression softening. "More of an experiment, really. Dallas told me you were sexually curious. We wanted to give you a safe space to explore without judgment."

I turn to Dallas, searching his face. "And you're okay with this? With me being with your uncle?"

He smiles, brushing a stray hair from my face. "More than okay. Seeing you like this, knowing you got warmed up by Unc? Man…that shit turns me on.

He leans in, his hands slipping over my body as he kisses me, his lips tracing the bruises left by his uncle.

“I’m gonna make a few calls while you two have some fun,” the Admiral says, turning on his heel. “I’ll be back shortly.”

Dallas fondles my breasts, swirling tiny streams of spit around my nipples. He alternates between cupping, flicking and sucking on them. He gets up to remove his clothes, then beckons me to him. Lifting me onto his shoulder, he carries me to the bedroom and tosses me on the bed, turning me over on my stomach.

“So… did you let him cum inside you, baby?" he says between kisses trailing down my shoulders and spine.

I bite back guilt. "Yes… I did."

"Good girl," he says, his words barely registering before I feel his dick thrust into me. "Oh… Ahhh… uugh," I moan.

My pussy is practically swollen shut from the Admiral’s impaling, and now Dallas is prodding into me.

"God, you're so tight," Dallas grunts.

I gasp, trying to adjust to the uncomfortable fullness of him. As Dallas continues to thrust into me, I can't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions. The betrayal I feel from being manipulated, and the raw passion between us all swirl together in my mind. I finally muster the strength to speak up.

"Dallas," I gasp, trying to catch my breath between his relentless thrusts. "Why? Why did you do this to me?"

He pauses for a moment. "Do this you you? Aiyana, I wanted to give you everything you've ever wanted. You said you were curious about exploring your fantasies, and I knew my uncle could show you things I couldn't."

I shake my head, tears welling up in my eyes. "But you didn't even ask me! You just orchestrated this whole thing without even discussing it with me!"

Dallas's expression softens, and he leans in to kiss me gently. "I'm sorry, Ana. I thought you'd enjoy the thrill of not knowing. And you did, didn't you?"

I bite my lip, feeling the truth in his words. The pleasure was undeniable, but so was the sense of violation. "I enjoyed it, but that doesn't mean I wasn't hurt by how it happened. Dallas you took control away from me."

His grip on my hips tighten, and he pulls me closer. "Hey, from now on, we'll explore our fantasies together, as a team. But... can you promise me that you’ll be open to a few surprises?"

Feeling a mix of anger and desire, I decide to push him further. "Okay… I’ll keep an open mind. But you can’t let your uncle fuck me better than you can." I challenge him, looking straight into his eyes.

Dallas's eyes darken with determination.

With that, I twist around, facing him fully. I reach down and grasp his manhood, guiding it back inside me. "Fuck me," I demand, my voice firm "Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before. You need to make sure your uncle knows who this pussy really belongs to."

Dallas complies instantly, his thrusts powerful and unrelenting. He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head, and the dominance sends a surge of adrenaline through me.

"Is this what you want, Aiyana?" he growls, his breath hot against my ear. "You want to be taken?"

"Yes," I moan, arching my back to take him deeper.

His pace increases, each thrust hitting deeper and harder. I can feel my orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me.

"Come for me, baby" he commands, his voice dripping with authority.

I surrender to his command, relinquishing control over my body. Relief washes over me as I catch the eye of The Admiral standing in the doorway, he’s naked wearing a cock ring stroking himself.

My walls involuntary clench and twitch, milking every last drop of pleasure from his Dallas’s shaft. The Admiral approaches as Dallas spurts out the last bit of hot cum deep into my womb, and The Admiral sprays his load all over my neck, chest, and tits.

“Oh shit Unc…” Dallas says amused “Why didn’t you let me know we were getting down like that?”

The Admiral pays him no attention, he keeps his eyes fixated on me until he’s emptied ever last drop on my chest.

He licks his lips slowly, but his face is unreadable. Something tells me he overheard me telling Dallas, that he needed to show the Admiral who this pussy belonged to. I think this was the Admiral’s way of accepting that challenge.

I refocus my gaze on Dallas and wrap my arms around Dallas’s shoulders, and he buries his face into the curve of my neck. His kisses are soft and deep as he lowers me back against the pillow. He grazes my nipples with a teasing bite before collapsing onto me, both of us tangled in the haze of breathless exhaustion.

After a few moments, he rolls off me, pulling me into his arms.

"Do you feel better now?" he asks softly, kissing my temple.

I nod, still catching my breath. "Yes, much better."

The Admiral clears his throat, the energy in the room stiffens a bit. He glances at us.

"You two seem to be back in alignment.”

Dallas looks at me, seeking confirmation. I take a deep breath, feeling more in control now.

"Yeah, we're good," I say, meeting the Admiral's gaze. "But we need to establish some rules.”

The Admiral raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go on."

"First," I begin, sitting up and wrapping a blanket around myself, "anything we do has to be discussed and agreed upon beforehand."

"Okay," Dallas says immediately, nodding in support.

“…and if something has to be a surprise, please be understanding, if I need a minute to process.”

They both nod, agreeing.

"Second," I continue, "we need to set boundaries. Consent is key. If at any point someone feels uncomfortable, it stops."

The Admiral nods, his expression thoughtful. "Very well. Boundaries will be respected."

Feeling satisfied with our new ground rules, I lean back against the headboard, the blanket slipping slightly to reveal my breasts.

"Good. Now, what’s next?"

“Mmmm...why don’t we let you get some rest?” The Admiral steps forward, his eyes darkening with lust. "And when you're ready, baby girl, I think it's time we explore those other... curiosities."

A shiver runs down my spine at the anticipation. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

He grins, a flicker of mischief in his eyes. "How about a little anal training to start? Get you comfortable with something new."

My heart races, a mixture of fear and excitement bubbling up inside me.

"Okay, I’m down with that," I reply, steeling myself for the experience. He takes his thumb and swipes it along my throbbing, wet pussy lips, placing it between his lips and sucking on the sweet nectar. His eyes lock onto mine, not wavering as he exits.

FUUUCCCKKK… that man oozes sexual energy. I hope Dallas is taking notes. The Admiral is not just physically making love to me; he’s strategically mind-fucking me.

The sound of Dallas’s voice snaps me from the thought I’m lost in.

“I’m gonna go get cleaned up while you rest,”

He practically floats to the bathroom. And no, he doesn’t return with water and fruit. He doesn’t even throw me a towel to dry my sopping pussy. He’s just giddy with post-nut energy, like most guys his age.

But The Admiral didn’t carry that energy. He had lethal patience, and his energy was insatiable, delicious, and addictive. Everything about him was alluring and enticing. The way he did everything with such expertise, and skill just made him more intriguing. He’s gonnna ruin me.

I could feel the spot on the sheets soaking beneath me. I felt the pressure of his touch all over me, even though he wasn’t in the room. I wrapped myself up in the warm comforter and closed my eyes. I lulled myself to sleep with the anticipation of what The Admiral would do to me next.