I canât explain it, but if Tashi was ever on Hot Wings sheâd be able to keep a straight face throughout the whole interview. Even as the spice level went up.
Summary: You work at a new tennis club where Art Donaldson and Tashi Duncan have secret plans for you. Meanwhile, Patrick Zweig, has already direct move on you from day one. You're caught between the 3 of them before you know their history.
Warnings: 18+ mdni, extreme smut, degradation, rough bj, ass eating, etc.
Side notes: Not canon compliant, takes place when Tashi/Art/Patrick are in their 30s and reader is in her 20s.
You sat in the chair behind the receptionistâs desk at the new tennis club. Although youâd only been working here for a month, so had everyone else; the club had just opened. The courts were state-of-the-art, and many important people began coming here, including Art Donaldson and Tashi Duncan.
They came early almost every day, except when Art had a match. It was clear she was in charge, always leading him around. When they left, he always looked dejected. She often looked mad at him, and you hated to admit that you liked it, secretly wishing sheâd get mad at you too.
It took exactly one month for Art to start talking to you, beyond the usual hello when they came in. Now, he always had some excuse to flirt, like needing a towel or asking about the schedule.
Of course, Tashi noticed. She probably saw him watching you before he even realized himself. But what you didnât know was that she wanted you too. She thought he could use someone like you, someone younger and eager and not like her; it might make him better at tennis. And perhaps, she just needed to use you to blow off some steam.
Tashi devised a plan to draw you into their orbit. She began compliment you every time she came in, which always made you nervous. She was beautiful, and her husband was really attractive too. You noticed a glint of jealousy in his eyes whenever she praised you, prompting him to up his own game, unaware that Tashi had orchestrated the whole thing.
One morning, Art had lingered at your desk, striking up a casual conversation about a tennis match he had recently watched. He mentioned they were hosting a small gathering at their place that weekend and insisted you joined them. Tashi, who had come to find him, chimed in with agreement, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Flattered and curious, you agreed to come over.
Little did they know, the man they deliberately avoided at the tennis club-adjusting their schedule to avoid overlapping with his, even resorting to bribing you for information on his court reservations-had already had his hooks in you from the day the club opened.
Patrick Zweig had a different style than Art and Tashi. While Tashi was more calculated, taking her time to make her moves, and Art appeared nervous but likely had a hidden strategy, Patrick was fast and direct. On the day the club opened, he wasted no time in making his intentions known. Coming close to you, he reached across the desk to grab your hand and compliment your nails, asking for your number right then and there. You couldnât help but say yes. How could you refuse, especially when he looked at you like that, with sweat glistening, only adding to his appeal. There was something about his rawness that drew you in.
He came to your apartment that night, and it only took 20 minutes until you were on your knees, tits out, taking his thick cock into your mouth. His head dropped back while your head bobbed up and down. He got around a lot, typically hopping from tinder date to tinder date to get a free place for the night, but he still hadnât had anyone sucking on him with so much vigor in a long time. You were practically choking yourself on it, tears streaming down your face while he looked down at you slack-jawed.
After a few minutes you pulled off, prompting a âW-what are you-,â from Patrick that was immediately silenced when you took his balls into your mouth, moving them around with your tongue. You could tell he showered right before this, which you appreciated, but would like to experience him after he practices one day.
The gobs of spit flowed out of your mouth, getting all over your face as you nuzzled yourself into his sack. You moved back up to his cock, taking it in your hand and slapping yourself in the face with it. He grunted with approval, the spit strung out in between slaps, you went insane for it, slapping it on your tongue while you looked at him with wide eyes.
He can barely take it anymore, watching you do all the work to defile yourself on him. He takes a fistful of your hair and pulls you off, bending down to your level, whispering in your ear, âUse your words, what do you want me to do?â
You catch your breath, âTake control, Patrick, use my mouth, make me cry, be mean, hit me, spit on me, please.â You meant it all, wanted him to use you however he saw fit, wanted to be the perfect girl for him.
âGet the fuck back on my dick then,â he shoves your head down, holding it in place. He jerks in and out of your mouth, you feel the tip hit the back of your throat over and over. Your tears coated your face, spit pooling around the sides of your mouth. The gagging sounds echoed in your bedroom, it was disgusting. Patrick loved it.
Once he pulled you off for a break, you start to move your mouth further down, shifting your body under his legs, and pulling your mouth away for a second, âCan I-,â before you can finish, he eagerly interrupts with, âYes, yes please, baby, oh my god.â He loses himself when you put your lips on his puckered hole, licking up the earthy taste, reaching around to jerk his cock at the same time.
âWe havenât even- fuck- we havenât even kissed yet and youâre already making out with my ass, huh, dirty girl.â He says between moans. You let out a whimper at his words, your wetness pooling in your underwear. âYou know, when I complimented your nails today it was because I was- fuck- picturing them wrapped around my cock.â You hum in agreement, pumping his slick cock faster, sending another jolt through his body.
He wondered where youâd been all his life, he thought maybe a girl 10 years younger than him eating his ass could help him finally forget about Tashi and Art. It wouldnât, but he could try.
Day 6 blurb: bimbofication w/ (kinda) toxic Patrick đ¤ hoping you guys will match my freak with this oneâŚ.
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You werenât very far along when you met Patrick. You were nervous he wouldnât get it. You were right, he didnât at first.
He laughed at you, thinking it was a joke when you showed him your surgery goals, when you said you wanted to be a sex doll in real life.
It wasnât until you cried that he really got it, it wasnât a joke to you. He came around to it eventually, more than that, he encouraged you.
He moved in right away, saying you were too dumb to be on your own, and who were you to argue with that?
He took care of you after your surgeries, paid for every size up you wanted on your boobs, told you to get more lip filler because he liked the way they looked around his cock.
He fucked you the way you wanted, like the fleshlight you wanted to be. Facefucked you until you were braindead, used your asshole until it got sore.
He even told you about Art and Tashi. Told you how much theyâll like using you too once he gets them back in his life. How he was going to parade you around like a doll at his upcoming match. You couldnât wait.
lil day 5 blurb! orgasm denial w/ tashi (kind of more p*ssy neglect butâŚ.)
âItâs just a decoration, you know that right?â Tashi whispers while looking at your pussy, dripping, clit throbbing from not being touched.
You squirm and whine against the restraints she has you in, desperate for some sort of friction. Her hands rub along your thighs, not giving you what you need.
âYou can use your words.â She says, a statement, not a question. âYes⌠my pussyâs just a decoration,â you reply in between tears.
She laughs before guiding your shaking legs up, knees almost up to your chin so youâre on display for her.
Tashi reaches over for something you cant see, before bringing it up to your face and making you look, it was a small dildo, âOkay baby, weâre gonna start with this tonight.â She reaches for another one, a lot bigger than youâre used to. âAnd weâre gonna work up to this, and remember, nothing is going in your cunt tonight and youâre not fucking cumming.â She laughs at the fear in your face, ready to make you her entertainment for the night.
i have this fantasy of patrick and tashi dominating art and i at the same time.
like imagine they're both sitting next to the bed telling you what to do to each other. telling you to slap each other until you're both crying and mocking you when you don't do it hard enough. not letting you touch each other until you're both whining and desperate.
cnc with patrick... him being super apprehensive about it at first. then, when he decides to try it out with you he cums before he can take his clothes off just from seeing you squirm and thrash underneath him.
being tashiâs dorm mate means masturbating while her and patrick have sex. patrick thinks youâre sleeping but tashi knows youâre awake itâs the only reason why she even let patrick fuck her with you in the room.
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