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Azazel's hands tangle in her hair, guiding her movements as he thrusts his hips, fucking her tight pussy. Cherrie’s eyes water at the sensation of being so completely owned. "Come for me, baby," Azazel growls, his teeth grazing her neck. "Let me feel you cum around my dick." And Cherrie does. With a strangled cry, she surrenders to the most intense orgasm she’s ever experienced, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She feels Azazel's fingers dig into her thighs as he follows her over the edge, his own release claiming him as he fills her with his hot cum.

The teacup continues to spin, slower now, mirroring the pace of their hearts as they come down from their euphoric highs. Cherrie rests her head on Azazel's shoulder, her eyes closing as she basks in the afterglow.

For a moment, they stay joined together, their breathing heavy and their hearts pounding. Then, slowly, Azazel withdraws, his dick slick with their combined juices. Cherrie whimpers at the loss, her pussy throbbing gently."That… was..." she trails off, unable to find the words to describe what had just transpired.

"I know, baby," Azazel replies, his lips brushing her forehead. "That pussy drives me crazy every time.”

“It drives you crazier; you’ve always been crazy,” Cherrie responds.

Azazel and Cherrie step out of the abandoned funhouse, their bodies still tingling from the intense orgasms they’d shared. The night air is cool on their heated skin as they make their way towards the car to find the nearest hotel to end their night.

Chapter Five

Mine To Kill For

The next night the couple drive to the nearest bar for another night of fun, their hands lightly brushing against each other as they walk. The moon shines brightly above, as if illuminating their path to their next depraved adventure. The bar is a seedy establishment, filled with the scent of cheap beer and even cheaper cologne. The dim lighting and smoke-filled room create an air of mystery and intrigue.

Azazel and Cherrie slide onto two barstools, their eyes glistening with anticipation. They order two Kamikaze’s and take a sip, letting the burn of the alcohol warm their insides. Azazel leans in close to Cherrie, his breath tickling her ear. "Let the hunt begin," he whispers, sending a shiver down her spine.

Cherrie giggles, her eyes scanning the room. "I wonder who we'll find here. Someone to join our little game?"

Azazel smirks, his green eyes darting around the bar. "Oh, I'm sure we'll find someone willing to play. Someone who won't be able to resist what we have to offer."

As they sit at the bar, they watch the various patrons. There seem to be a few potential candidates, but none that truly spark their interest. Just as they decide to give up, and take their game elsewhere, a man walks in that catches their attention. He’s tall and muscular, with dark hair and a rugged jawline. His eyes hold a mischievous glint, and a cocky smile plays on his lips.

He wears a tight-fitting t-shirt that showcases his broad shoulders and ripped arms. As he walks toward the bar, he exudes an aura of confidence and raw sexuality.

Azazel nudges Cherrie, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Now, that's what I call a potential plaything. What do you say we invite him to join us?" Cherrie's eyes light up with excitement as she turns to get a better look at the man. "Mmm, he's definitely got that bad-boy vibe going on. I can already imagine the naughty things we could do with him."

Without wasting another moment, Azazel waves at the man, signaling him over.

The man's eyes widen in surprise, but a moment later, a playful smirk appears on his face. He saunters toward them, his gaze flicking between Azazel and Cherrie with curiosity. "Well, hello there," he says, his deep voice sending a shiver down Cherrie's spine. "I couldn't help but notice you two from across the room. I'm Jake, by the way."

Azazel extends his hand, shaking Jake's firmly. "Azazel. And this is my partner in crime, Cherrie." Jake's eyes linger on Cherrie for a moment, taking in her curvy figure and seductive smile.

"Nice to meet you both. So, what brings you two to a place like this?"

Cherrie leans forward, her chest pressing against the bar countertop as she speaks in a low, husky voice. "Oh, we're just looking for a little entertainment. Something... exotic." A playfulgleam enters Jake's eyes, and he leans closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

"Exotic, huh? Well, I might know a thing or two about that. Care to fill me in on what exactly you're looking for?"

Azazel slides his hand across the bar, gently grazing Jake's fingers as he speaks. "We're looking for someone who's open-minded and willing to explore. Someone who's not afraid to push the boundaries of pleasure."

A devilish grin spreads across Jake's face, and he takes a step closer, his body nearly pressing against theirs. "In that case, I think I can safely say that I'm your man. I live for those kinds of experiences."

Cherrie bites her lip, feeling a tingle between her legs as the prospect of their impending threesome becomes more and more real. "Excellent," she purrs.

"Why don't we get out of here and find someplace more... private?" Azazel signals the bartender for their tab, and soon enough, the three of them are making their way out of the bar. As they step into the cool, night air, Jake wraps an arm around each of their waists, pulling them close. Cherrie feels the hardness of his muscular body and the warmth of his breath on her neck. She lets out a soft moan, unable to contain her growing desire. "Not too far from here, I know just the spot," Jake whispers in Cherrie's ear. "It's the perfect place for what we have in mind." They turn down a deserted alleyway, and Jake leads them to a nondescript door. With a flick of his wrist, he opens the door, revealing a set of stairs that lead downwards. The musty scent of hidden desires and long-forgotten sins waft up to meet them.

As they descend the stairs, the air grows heavier, thicker with the promise of forbidden pleasures. At the bottom, Jake produces a key, sliding it into a rusted lock. With a soft click, the door swings open, and they step into a small apartment—a sanctuary dedicated to the exploration of their most intimatedesires. A dim light flickers on, and a large four-poster bed dominates the room. Its silken sheets invite them to indulge in their most uninhibited fantasies.

Cherrie wastes no time, turning to face Jake and pressing her body against his. She captures his lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue swirling with his as she explores his mouth. Azazel smiles, watching the chemistry between them ignite, then reaches out to stroke Cherrie's cheek, caressing her soft skin as he leans in to join their kiss. When they break apart, breathless and hungry for more, Azazel whispers, "Let's make this an evening none of us will ever forget." Jake grins, his eyes dark with desire. "You won't hear any arguments from me. Now, why don't we get more comfortable?" Without further ado, they shed their clothes, letting their inhibitions fall away with each garment that hits the floor. Jake's eyes roam over Cherrie's curvaceous figure appreciatively, taking in her lush breasts and round hips. He steps forward, cupping her breasts in his hands, and lowers his head to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Cherrie moans, her head falling back as pleasure shoots through her. Azazel moves behind her, his strong hands gripping her hips. He leans forward, his mouth close to her ear, and whispers, "You like that, baby? You like the way he touches you?"

"Mmm, yes," Cherrie replies, her breath coming in short gasps as Jake's skilled mouth continues to work its magic. Azazel trails kisses down her neck, his hands moving upwards to cup her breasts, thumbs flicking across her sensitive nipples. Cherrie whimpers, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body.

Jake pulls away, his eyes glittering with desire "Why don't we take this to the bed? I have a few toys that I think you'll enjoy." Jake watches Cherrie, and takes a step back. "You're so fucking beautiful, Cherrie. Azazel is a lucky man." He whispers, Cherriewhimpers softly, unable to form words as the prospect of being at the mercy of Jake's toys excite her further. She nods eagerly, and Azazel gently guides her toward the awaiting bed.

“And he knows it,” Cherrie says. As they sink into the soft mattress, Jake reaches for a drawer in the bedside table. He pulls out a set of silk scarves, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

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