Page 48 of Dear Glory

My insides tremble and my juices flow from me. I feel so good I don’t even have to move. I know if I sit right here I’ll cum, but I have to move! I have to take what I want while I can because, in the morning, he’s going to be in control. I won’t stand a chance of getting a word in, so I lift up and brace myself on the bed as I slide down, biting my lip hard to keep from moaning too loud.

“…ugn… ah!” I pant, sliding up and down, blanketing his shaft in my thick cream. “Oooo,” I swirl my hips, hitting that spot all while staring at his knitting brows and curled lip as he grunts.

“Glory,” he whispers in his sleep, making me lose my balance and trip, slamming down hard.

“H-holy f-fuckkk…” I bite down on my cheeks, stammering, cumming forcefully as squirts shoot from me and onto his lips. Without hesitation, I lean over, grinding my hips on his dick, and licking up my juice, groaning when I hear someone clear their throat behind me.

Oh God! I forgot about them…

I sit up, afraid to turn around to show my mortification. How could I forget about them?! I’m such an idiot, but it’s too late to stop or care now. I want more of Sir, and they can see all they want. I bet they think that now that I’m made aware of their presence I’ll stop… but no. Sir feels so good, I grind down hard,moaning louder, lulling my head back in the night, riding him vigorously.

If he were up he’d be sucking my nipples or… maybe he’d have Fabian join and run his tongue over the harden b—No!I say that, but the thought has me groaning harder… or maybe Lawrence would bend me over and eat my a?—

“Sh-it, no!” I pant, pussy gushing and clenching tight, whimpering.

I hear one of them make a strangled sound behind me, followed by someone smacking the other, probably in warning for them to keep quiet. I’m unsure which of them did it, but their actions make me look back and I see both of them facing forward as usual.

I watch them quietly, heart beating so hard it’s a wonder how I’m even still alive, but from the excitement and fear flowing, I spin on Sir and ride reverse cowgirl, facing them.

I see Lawrence shift uncomfortably as Fabian cracks his neck, both seeming ill at ease. I don’t know what got into me, but I lick my lips and slowly circle my hips on Sir’s dick, moaning a bit louder as the sloshing from our combined wetness creates a nasty squelching sound and our smell permeates the entire room.

“Fuck yes, Sir,” I throw my head back, bouncing on his dick, but I raise it and open my eyes to see Fabian swallow hard and grab his dick as Lawrence rubs the back of his neck, sweating. “Ugn!” I moan louder when I feel Sir grow bigger inside of me. “Y-you feel so good!” I choke out, grabbing my breast hard. I pinch my nipples, whining and hardly able to take anymore when my pussy clenches on him, ready to cum when I feel large hands grip my ass and slam me down forcibly, causing me to fall forward on my face and look at back at him, shocked that he’s actually awake!

“SIR, I’M SOR?—”

“You what, you nasty little bitch?” He snatches me up, pounding into me violently. “You fucked me on you own while I was asleep, or you put on a show for your bodyguards while using me as your personal dildo? Which are you apologizing for, Glorious?” He slams me down, making me scream.

“B-BOTH SIR! AAAAHHHHH, I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY!” I shout at the top of my lungs but he laughs sinisterly and pounds into my pussy harder.

“You’re not sorry. You’re just filthy little whore who loves dick and pussy so much you’ll seduce whoever to get it, huh? Say it! Say you’re a little slut who likes dick!”

“I… I’m a l-little sl— Ughnnn! Sir, I’m sorry!” I whine, but he smacks my ass hard, leaving a searing hot handprint.

“SAY IT!”

“I’m… I’m a l-little slut wh-who likes UGHHHHNNN DICK!”

“That’s right!” He smacks my ass once more, harder and in the same spot, making me scream out. “Say it again!”

“I-I’M A L-LITTLE SLUT THAT LIKES DICK!”

“Aye, that’s Sir’s nasty little bitch,” he grunts and slows down, grinding his dick in my insides squeezing me tight. “Fuck, you’re driving me fucking crazy!” He spins me around and latches onto my nipple, sucking hard before pulling out of me and jerking as he shoots his load all over me, cumming hard on my stomach, both my titties, my mouth, and pussy as if marking his territory. “Shite, too good! Show Sir that slutty pussy of yours.” He kisses me gently and I lean back and spread my pussy for him so as not to get punished again. “It’s so pretty…” He leans down to kiss it.

When I don’t say anything, he glares at me.

“What do you say when Sir gives you a compliment?” he growls.

“Th-thank you, Sir.”

“For what?”

“F-for s-saying m-my p-pussy is p-pretty.”

“No, I said your slutty pussy is pretty.” My pussy gushes cream at hearing him speak so disparagingly to me, but I’m not sure why. It’s just like in the tub… I’ve never had a man call me a slut before, and I probably would have slapped them if they had, then told my father, but when Sir does it…

“Thank you for s-saying m-my slutty pussy is pretty.”

“Good girl. Now turn around.” I try to flip on my tummy, but he spins me to where my legs are facing the door, lying on my back. “Spread your slutty pussy again, Glorious…”

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