No fluff here! All dark Joel who takes what he wants. Raider, murder daddy, all the darkness. Consider all selections explicit to 🪦🕊️. 18+! Read author warnings! I’m serious. Female or gn readers
🝮 = HALL OF FAME selections
ADDING MORE AS I GO ✶ MAIN MASTER LIST
SERIES
RAIDER JOEL @toxicanonymity
Raider Joel + Sweet Pea plethora of stories, scenarios, world building.
WRITER SPOTLIGHT @romana-after-dark
THE WRONG WAY Raider Joel, Completed series. Joel is the leader of raiders and takes the reader for himself as back and future payment for their protection. This is very, very dark and broken Joel and a reader who knows nothing better in her life. Stockholm syndrome only deepens after finding out she’s pregnant. Tommy is a good guy and many complicated and interesting relationships. Bonus Oscar Isaac character! And sequel GHOST OF YOU
KEEP CRY’N Joel finds a new toy and gets off while you cry
WRITER SPOTLIGHT @kewwrites
BULLET FOR YOU, DARLIN’ Dark raider Joel takes the reader for his own personal pleasure, takes place years into the outbreak, …
SUNSHINE Slow burn to darkness, begins pre-outbreak. Woman and her young son move into the house across from Joel and Sarah. They all hit it off from day one… until dark Joel doesn’t want to let Sunshine go…
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND PAY THE PRICE FOR YOUR PARADISE @ozarkthedog
Reader breaks down in the middle of outbreak nowhere and Joel and Tommy stop with their truck and pick her up…
@patti7dc
THE HUNTED and THE CHASE
Multi part series. Non outbreak, Serial killer Joel in a cabin in the woods hears a woman humming, collecting berries outside. He thinks she’s his next victim…
🝮NO ONE BUT ME @koshkamartell
Dark Joel feels the reader belongs to him and doesn’t take no for an answer. But he won’t make it an official relationship. Reader has given up on sneaking around with Joel without commitment and ends things. She starts a new job at the Jackson library along side another man…
ALL I DID WAS WHAT I HAD TO @corazondebeskar-reads
Raided Joel saves you from an abusive husband only to become his pet. And he doesn’t share
SMACK MY BITCH UP @milla-frenchy
You’re captured by raiders and given two options… either will make you free use for the men of the community. Starting with the boss Joel
SMOTHER @beardedjoel
Cold, starved, alone, directionless after you’ve run from your community being overrun by raiders. You come upon an solitary inhabited cabin with a man chopping wood outside. You take a chance at possible kindness and a badly needed meal. Joel brings you in and in his mind you need him to take care of you…
THE MENU @tightjeansjavi
QZ Joel who smuggles and sells, you who are bratty and in need of a fix to cope with this life. He wants you and over time you show up at his door wanting to be fucked…
CAPTIVE, CONFLICTED @joelsgreys
Taken by Joel as his own, you’re both scared and confused about what you feel
SINGLE STORIES
WRITER SPOTLIGHT @katiexpunk
LITTLE MOUSE Reader is stood up at a seedy bar and aggressively approached by a seedy creep. Murder Daddy / Biker Joel saves the reader then takes her on his bike…
NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS You’re an escort, strictly public date and no sex. Tonight’s date does not go as planned…
ULTRAVIOLENCE @devilmademewriteit
Raider Joel saves a woman from being raped, only to take her for his own.
WRITER SPOTLIGHT @ozarkthedog
SHADOWS Walking home in the cold darkness through Jackson when Dark Joel comes along…
ENSNARE Jackson Joel who needs an outlet for his darker side- CNC with reader
WRITER SPOTLIGHT @corazondebeskar-reads
THE DEVIL YOU DON’T KNOW (OR HOWEVER IT GOES) Raider Joel catches you on his land. Abduction/suspension
THIS WORLD IS NOT MADE FOR YOU Raider Joel takes you out of the house, but when you’re out of sight you’re attacked and he kills 4 men. You’re taught a lesson
THE ART OF BREAKING Non-outbreak Joel brings you to his desires (and yours) to make you his perfect little pet.
JOEL FUCKING MILLER on AO3 @pedroshotwifey
Dark and angsty Joel + a hard working reader in the QZ… both loners, 🔥 first encounter
COMMON TONGUE OF YOUR LOVING ME @tightjeansjavi
Raider Joel finds you in his territory. You’re alone. He offers you two choices- become his pet or be thrown to his men…
IN DARKNESS AND IN SECRECY @divinehedons
You escape the QZ only to be caught by Joel
FREE USE @softpascalito
CNC with Joel
HATE @notjustjavierpena
Joel uses you as he likes. Plenty of degradation. When you ask him to pull out he doesn’t.
PET @nala2811
Your group is massacred and you’re put in a cage at a raiders market to be sold. Joel buys you and takes you back to his compound to share with Tommy
HURT AND PROTECT @lokischocolatefountain
Joel will beat anyone with his bare hands that insults you, but will take you any way he likes even in the middle of the QZ 🌶️🔥
KEEP ON YOUR MEAN SIDE @milla-frenchy
Alone and hunting for mushrooms in the woods you’re grabbed from behind by a man who puts a gun to your head, told to do whatever he wants…
WRITER SPOTLIGHT @joelscruff
TO FREEZE OR TO THAW Joel takes you into his group and then takes you as his
A KINDNESS YOU CANT AFFORD part 2, Tommy helps you dress, you cockwarm Joel while he gives his group of raiders directions
YOU’RE MINE, LITTLE DOVE @mountainsandmayhem
You take a walk in the park at night to be alone, looking up at the stars in the dark when you’re grabbed, tied, gagged and thrown into a truck… twist ending
TRAINING DAY @koshkamartell
You’re home from a long day at work to find Joel and his friends over watching a game, ruining the plans you had made that morning to spend the evening together. Angry, you decide to flirt with the men and Joel is furious, you see a side of him and Tommy you’ve never known before
GODLESS @javier-penas-wifexx420
You’re a whore at a brothel in the west. A little town who paid dues to Joel and his men- ruthless when they came into town. On this visit Joel buys you from your pimp…
MINE @callachloe
At a function and Joel reminds you who you belong to
Raider Joel and his pet coded listening pleasure:
🔪🩸I’m always looking for more to add (this is just the beginning!) so check back and if you have suggestions/recs I’m glad to take a look!
His obsidian eyes are boring into yours, as you’re thrashing and wriggling, completely naked, while his hand on your throat is holding you pressed to the bed. Your legs are getting tangled tighter and tighter in the cold sheets, soaked with your and your boyfriend’s sweat and cum.
You two were having one of those nights, drinking, smoking and fucking on a loop until this monster slithered into your house and took a shot. Only one for now but you’re sure there’ll be one more.
You’re trying to push him off with your trembling hands, eyes darting between his bloodcurdling stare and the splatter of blood on your wrist. Soon you focus only on them as your mind tries to save you from seeing the whole picture-you’re dying tonight.
The killer lets go your throat, you cough and then try to scream but like in a nightmare nothing comes out of your burning throat.
When he’s done condescending you with this joke of a fight he grabs your hands and cuffs you to the bed. You haven’t done this with your boyfriend tonight but the images of him tying you up a few times before emerge from your memory and you gush more.
As if sensing this pathetic reaction of your body, the man spreads your legs and leers at your puffy cunt.
“You’ve had a fun night, sweetheart?”
His tone is calm, static like a flat line and your heart seems to stop beating, as if already giving up.
His fingers easily slip inside your stretched hole and you jerk and try to kick him off. The killer grabs your ankles and holds them pressed to his shoulder, one big hand is enough to keep your legs together.
He renders you completely helpless, hands chained to the bed, legs bound by his strong grip.
His fingers return to your hole and he pushes them deep into you, with the same cold dead eyes.
“How many times did he come inside you tonight?”
You mewl at the question, staring up at him, vision blurry with tears.
He quickly pushes your legs off his shoulder and holds them up. You squeal even before he slaps your cunt with the back of his hand. Hard. It burns like hell but your whole body buzzes as the stroke sends a wave of arousal from your overstimulated clit to every cell in your body.
“How…many?” He slowly repeats the question and you hurry to reply, scared of another hit.
“Three”
“Good,” he says and gently rubs your swollen pussy.
You half moan, half cry out as your walls contract at his touch.
He breathes in sharply when a trickle of creamy liquid flows out of your hole.
“She’s all used up and filled to the brim. Lovely.”You hear him say quietly and to your horror he opens his pants with a free hand and pulls out his cock. It’s hard and huge and you whine a pathetic ‘please’ which he leaves completely unnoticed.
He sits on his knees and then gets on top of you, your ankles still in his hand, caging your legs between his body and yours.
The killer plunges in fast and hard, quickly parting your walls with his thick long cock. He’s bigger than your boyfriend and you feel a sting of the stretch.
The man moans over you, pleasure twisting his face, very close to yours now. Hearing him you can’t stop your pussy from squeezing his length.
“So much cum, sweetheart. Feel it pouring out?My balls are soaked,” He whispers against your cheek, his soft lips tickling you.
“Please,” you mewl once again and once again it stays unnoticed.
He lets go of your legs and you don’t have time to react before he manhandles you into a mating-press, bracing his elbows on the bed by your shoulders and starts pounding into you. Your abused cunt burns at first but all the cum inside quickly turns the pain into pleasant stimulation and you chew on your swollen lips.
He growls and roars over your heated face and you squeeze your eyes shut with embarrassment hearing your pussy squelch loudly as his cock churns your boyfriend’s cum inside your cunt.
“Can she take one more?” You hear him growl and open your eyes in fear. If he comes soon it means you have only seconds.
“Please, please, let me go… don’t k…” his palm slaps over your mouth and he bites your cheek, making you squeal into his hand.
“Shut up. Daddy’s coming.”
A few more thrusts and you see him close his eyes as he stills while his warmth is spilling inside you. Then he rolls his hips, spurting his seed again and again until you’re so full of cum you feel it press on your walls already stretched out by his cock.
When he seems to be done, his lips brush against your stinging cheek and you feel cold metal pressed to your temple.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” is the last thing you hear.
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Summary: you and your friend decide to have a little fun and get more than you bargained for.
Warnings: SMUT, FFM, oral f and m receiving, sex toys, fingering, degradation, facial, cum play, I can’t remember what else. You know what you’re here for. No use of y/n, not proofread, not beta’d, all mistakes are mine, just ignore them.
A word from the author: I have had this nearly complete in my WIPs for MONTHS. I can’t believe it is finally done. Dedicated to my girls (especially @youandmeand5bucks ) who know who they are. Love you so much, my sluts.
You made the agreement years ago. You don’t even remember how it started and it had always felt like a silly promise, an inside joke. You and your best friend would never fight over a man. If you ever liked the same guy, you’d just share him and live happily ever after as a throuple. You gleefully announced plans and goals for your hypothetical family of three often.
“We are going to have so many dogs!”
“Can we just make our bedroom one huge bed?”
“You cook, I’ll clean!”
It was comforting to have a plan, even if you never did find your third.
It was especially comforting when everyone either of you dated was a disappointment. Anger issues, hidden drug addictions, liars, and bad lays. The girls you’d dated were just as much of a let down as the guys. It was discouraging. Em didn’t fare much better. She’s had her own heartbreaks. Tonight finds you sitting at the Silver Dollar, a cozy bar where you can tuck into a booth and commiserate, clinking every glass together, sloshing your rum and cranberry, growing bolder and surlier. You’re making more plans. Em is leaning her forehead into her palm, looking dejected. You don’t want to see her like this.
“Em. Em! Em, let’s fuck somebody. Let’s have fun.”
She can hear the tone you get when you’re about to make a bad decision, but she just smiles without looking up.
“I’m serious! Why should we suffer?”
Your best friend looks up, to your delight, the gleam in her eyes matches yours.
“Alright. Yeah. Let’s fuck somebody.”
You may have squealed. You’ve had a threesome before. You’d agreed to sleep with your ex and his ex, against your better judgment, but you only live once, right? And you and Em had fooled around a bit. Something of a party trick. Maybe it was a tired cliche, but it did always heat things up to make out with your friend to the cheers and encouragement of the people around you. It never meant anything, so why not? You trust Em, she trusts you, and you know that no matter what, you’ll have each other if no one else.
Em ordered one more round while you touched up your lipstick, feeling electric. You had a nice buzz, feeling tingly and charming. Scooting over to sit on the same side of the booth as your friend, you began to scan the room, smiling, searching, leaning close to talk in Em’s ear, pointing out who would or wouldn’t work for your stress reliever. Maybe you’d never needed to invoke “the plan” before because you and Em rarely fell for the same types. Agreeing wasn’t going to be easy. There were big guys, barrel chested, bearded and loud, young, smug white guys who were almost certainly in “finance” or whatever, ball cap wearing plaid shirted bros who would probably spring for pizza after. None you could agree on. You had begun to think that the fantasy could be enough to get you by when a man strode by you, sidled up to the bar, and waved to the bartender with such a commanding presence that you and Em were both spellbound. You blinked at him, looked at each other, looked back to him, and watched as he took his drink and turned to survey the room before finding a spot to settle in.
He was handsome. You would guess he was in his mid forties, putting him roughly fifteen years ahead of you, not that you minded. He had thick brown curls, just slightly overgrown, beginning to show a hint of gray, and creases at the corners of his eyes. He was in a suit, but no tie. He had a ring on his left hand.
“Probably meeting his wife.” You huffed to Em, more disappointed than was probably necessary for the circumstances. Her smile had dropped as well though, and you turned back to your drinks. You wanted to be hoes, not homewreckers. Right?
Dave had seen you. He saw you smiling and laughing, grabbing each other’s hands as you talked. It was hard to miss your animated conversation. Hard to not notice your low cut dress and her snug tank top. You must be in your early thirties. Maybe mid thirties. Adults, but with some spark of youth and possibility left. Dave secured a glass of whiskey and found his vantage point- a high top table in the corner. He could easily see you, but you’d have to crane your necks to see him.
He pulled out his phone and typed a quick text. “Late meeting, won't be home for a while. Don’t wait up, love you.” and sent it to Carol. Carol, his unassuming wife and mother of his children. Always so understanding about his late nights at the office.
The Silver Dollar wasn’t really the place to dance, but there was a juke box and a pool table, so rather than call it a night, you sunk a few dollars into the machine and selected Dreams by Fleetwood Mac, the first few notes drawing mixed responses from the nearby crowd. You can’t make everyone happy.
Em chalked her pool stick and you racked the balls- was that the right word? Who cares? You made them look like a triangle and sang along to your song. “It’s only me who wants to wrap around your dreams…” you sang to yourself as you stood and turned. Your eyes landed on the handsome man once more. His eyes were on you, his glass tilted to his lips and you could swear he was smiling. He couldn’t be, though. You smiled with closed lips and turned away.
“Em. Look. Look. That guy is LOOKING at us.”
Always subtle, Em dropped the end of her pool cue to the floor, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and smiled right at him.
“Maybe he’ll come over! Looks like he’s alone.”
You ventured another look, and he was indeed all alone at his table, and he was definitely still looking your way. He didn’t look away as he sat down his glass and strode toward you.
“Good song, but you suck at pool.”
You scoffed at his opening line, annoyed that he was already being a dick and eager to hear more of his smooth, deep voice.
“Show us how it’s done then, babe. Put balls in holes and maybe my friend will give you a kiss. Keep you from saying anything dumb.”
If he can be an asshole, you can be an asshole.
“Deal.”
He regarded you for a moment, leaned over the sticky felt, and jabbed the cue forward. The white ball tapped the orange ball and the orange ball knocked the yellow ball into the side pocket. Of course it did. He looked at Em expectantly, and ever the good sport, she kissed him softly, giving his tie a little tug. His smile was infuriating.
“How about you, sweetheart? What do you want to wager?”
You thought about it, then winked at Em.
“Make another shot like that and I’ll kiss her.”
“You’d do that anyway. Think of something else.”
There he went being an asshole again. A confident, cocky, good-looking asshole.
“Alright, make three more shots and we’ll take you to the bathroom.”
His eyes glittered and the corner of his mouth lifted a tiny bit as he looked back and forth from you to Em, and Em to you.
“I’m going to make four shots and then we’re going back to mine.”
“That’s a pretty bold assumption. What makes you think we would leave with you?” Em was at your side now, arm around your waist, while you combed your fingers through her hair lightly. You could tell she didn’t mind his lousy personality. She never recognized a red flag. You liked his voice though, and his eyes were kind of nice. He had the nose of a Greek god. If she wanted to go home with him, why shouldn’t you indulge her? Safer to go together anyway.
“You came here just to go home with somebody. It’s either one of these guys,” he said, gesturing to the crowd that had gathered around a college basketball game on the tv “or it's someone who can make you come.”
“Alright, well that’s a lot of big talk. Move the balls and we’ll see what happens.
And he does. First one, then another and another and another. He does it quickly and as easily as if the balls had been pulled with string. He grins wide, showing his straight white teeth and how his eyes crinkle at the corners. He really is handsome. Maybe you’d be insufferable too if you were an attractive man. He slid his arm around you, pulling you close for a kiss that made your pussy throb. When he pulled away, he didn’t turn you loose, just smirked and pulled Em in for another just like it. You heard her moan softly into his mouth.
“Let’s go.” He snaps his fingers and tilts his head toward the door. “I’ll get a cab.” By the time your tab was settled at the bar, a black sedan was waiting. He opened the door for you, ushering you inside with a gloved hand, sealing your plans for the night.
••••••
His apartment was immaculately clean, with little in the way of personality. This was clearly not his home, and while that raised a few questions, neither you or Em thought it was wise to ask. You didn’t ask about the ring, either. You asked his name and he’d told you, but offered nothing more. Maybe you should have been more cautious, but his cool, detached demeanor, the car with a driver, the expensive looking coat and shoes he wore, and the way he smelled clean and well-off in an indescribable sort of way were enough to reassure you that he wasn’t planning to murder you. He didn’t look like a killer.
“Get comfortable. We’ll be a while.” Dave called from the kitchen where he poured wine into three glasses. You and Em each settled into a cushion on the couch, leaving room for him to sit in the middle. When he returned with the wine, he frowned.
“You’re still dressed. I told you to get comfortable. Take your clothes off.” You were a little taken aback at how blunt he was, but you began to unzip your dress. He stopped you again, more thoughtful this time. “Undress each other.”
Dave knew girls like you. Fun girls. Girls he could blow off steam with. You would think you were giving him the thrill of a lifetime, that you were in control. Exactly the kind of girls he liked to push to their limits and see what they were really game for. Would one of you be more bold than the other? Would one of you pout and feel left out? Maybe you’d surprise him. Maybe you’d be just what he was looking for.
Turning to Em, you exchange knowing looks and pull her tank top up, gathering the material in your hands, slowly exposing her inch by inch, taking time to rub your hands over each bit of newly exposed skin. You took extra care in lifting the skimpy top over her tits, pulling the hem snug as you inched it up, letting them bounce lewdly as they were freed. You snuggled close to her, tracing your fingers over her hardening nipples as she finished unzipping your dress, letting it fall. Em gently squeezed your breasts, pushing them up, kneading at the plush swell of them, daring to lean forward to take a nipple into her mouth.
Of course, this was all a show, a little put-on for Dave’s benefit. Pleased with yourselves, you turned to see his reaction. He had taken his place on the couch, tie loosened, shirt untucked,knees spread wide, eyes dark, and hands resting suggestively, dangerously close to the bulge that strained against his pants.
He raised his eyebrows. “Keep going. I said naked. This isn’t skinemax, ladies.”
“Sure looks like you’re enjoying it so far.” Em piped up from behind you as she slid her hands around your waist, tucking her fingertips into the lacy band of your panties, sliding her hands forward and down to cup your mound. You wiggled your hips and smirked at him, holding his gaze as you leaned back to catch your best friend’s lips in a soft kiss. His hips rocked ever so slightly but he only reiterated “Keep. Going.”
Soon her jeans and both your panties were on the floor and you kissed, groping at each other in the best impression you could do of over-produced porn. You were both wet, seeping arousal, taking turns caressing each other’s pussies. There was no real intent in your touches, it was all theater.The way Dave watched and moved his hand to cover the tent in his pants didn’t escape you. You could see him gently pressing it and squeezing it, you saw how his chest rose and fell. After Em had rubbed your slick onto your nipples and blew on them to make them stiffen, you dragged your fingers through her folds and sucked her taste from your fingers. You kissed her deeply. “Don’t you taste good, baby?” You cooed to her.
You watched as Dave stood and loosened his belt, pulling it from his belt loops in a way that made you throb. Dave had had enough of your simpering. “Alright, enough of that. Let’s see if you can listen and earn a little reward, hm? Think you can do that? You both nodded, batting your eyes at him. “Knees, both of you. Right here.” He gestured to the floor at his feet. You obediently kneeled, waiting for his next move. The air was buzzing with anticipation as you got between his knees. You were close, softly pawing at each other, bare breasts bumping together, pouting and kissing and running hands up his thighs. “You sluts do this a lot, huh? So hungry for cock you’re willing to do anything for it.” He grinned darkly as he unzipped his slacks to release his turgid member.
It was big. you stared at it a moment, lips falling open in awe. You looked to Em, but found her similarly stunned by the cock Dave had just pulled from his pants. You could tell he was well endowed, but it wasn’t just big, it was beautiful. Thick, tanned, with a prominent vein running up the underside to a mouthwateringly fat head that shone with precome. “It won’t suck itself.” Dave interrupted your thoughts.
You licked your lips subconsciously as you watched him stroke his length lazily. The glint of his wedding band, the smooth pull of foreskin covering and uncovering his fat, leaking tip. You yourself for a moment, but Dave brought you back. “You’d do anything I told you to, wouldn’t you? Dumb little whores. You can’t help yourselves.”
You blinked up at him, nodding shallowly. He raised an eyebrow at you, and the time to talk was over. You gripped the thick base and licked up the length of him. Em held his balls in her palm as you worked, licking and sucking up one side until she joined you, working in tandem to slick him up with your combined saliva, taking impatient turns sucking the tip into your mouths. You tried to kiss each other with his cock between your lips, letting him thrust into the wet tunnel made by your mouths as your tongues meet under his heavy shaft. Suddenly Em pulls away, kissing you hard before gripping your hair in her hand to guide Dave’s cock into your mouth. She strokes him while she fucks him with your mouth, looking from him to you, pleased with her little trick. Your mind was blank. You let the two of them use you like a toy and your cunt dripped, wetting your thighs. Dave leaned over you and wrapped his warm hand around the back of your neck. You couldn’t see what was happening, but you heard the unmistakable sound of kissing.
“That’s good girls. Great. But if you want a little surprise you have to go get it.”
“Go get it?” You asked dumbly, not understanding what he meant.
“It’s in the bedroom. Right down the hallway. Go ahead, the door’s open.”
You and Em stood and moved toward the dark hallway, but his voice stopped you in your tracks.
“Uh uh. On your knees. Want to see you crawl for me.”
Dave was smirking, but he just held out his hand, gesturing for you to go ahead of him. Another look is exchanged between you and your friend. You saw the flash of uncertainty in her eyes, but she followed suit as you dropped to your knees, arching your back to make a show of crawling as seductively as possible while Dave followed, watching the sway of your hips.
“Really didn’t expect to bring home a whore tonight, let alone two.”
You made it to his bed and you both sat on your knees, assuming a submissive position without even being told. Dave had that effect.
“You’re fast learners. I think you earned your prize. Treasure chest is under the bed, sweetheart. Pull it out.”
He directed Em with a jut of his chin as he untied his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt with care, laying it neatly on the dresser. As he worked to undress, Em pulled a black briefcase from under the bed. She popped the latches and lifted the top, revealing an array of vibrators and dildos and toys you’d only seen in porn.
You picked up a glass wand with a little pink heart on one end, and teased it between your tits.
“This is quite a collection, Dave…You know how to use all this?”
Dave was stripped down to just his snug black boxers now, pretty cock tucked away once more. He knelt down and took your chin in his big warm hand and spoke softly.
“I’m not going to use them. You are.” He turned to look at Em, smiling sweetly. “On her.”
It sent a chill up your spine. Where did this man come from? Where did he learn to talk like this? How often does he do this? He was unreal, you thought. Em was similarly affected, her eyes were shining obsidian, and her hand was between her thighs.
“You want that? Hmm?” He pouted at her mockingly. “Get on the bed and lay down.” You reached for a purple vibrator, but he grabbed your wrist. “I’ll pick. Go get between her legs.” You might have been nervous, but when you stood, he smacked your ass playfully, a mischievous smirk on his lips.
Em had made herself comfortable on his pillows, hair fanned out around her head, knees bent, and fingers dipping aimlessly into her slit. “You’re so pretty.” You cooed to her. “Look at you, sexy girl. You ready to let him watch me fuck you?” Em kissed you, quick and sweet, a reminder that this was something you both wanted. “I’m ready for you, baby. Better make me come.”
Dave brought his “treasure chest” to the bed and climbed on behind you. He was close. You could feel his breath on your shoulder before his hands were on your thighs, your belly, pinching your nipple, never staying in one spot long. “I want you to play with her tits.”
You climbed over your best friend forever, and kissed her again, more sensually this time. You plucked at her nipple, then licked the other.
“Suck and squeeze.”
Dave directed from his spot in the bed. You did as he said. You propped yourself up on your elbows and squeezed both her plush breasts, pushing them together and sucking her pebbled little peak. She sighed and you licked over to the other to give it the same treatment, licking, sucking, swirling your tongue over the point. You flexed your fingers, dimpling her flesh. Her sighs became whines, and she began to roll her hips beneath you. You were lost in her warmth, her sweet scent.
“Stop. That’s enough. You’re both wet, probably soaking my sheets. Think you can make her come now?”
He hands you a smooth purple vibrator, and presses a button to bring it to life, buzzing in your hands.
Dave shuffled on the bed for a better view as you drew the toy across Em’ mound, making her buck her hips.
“Look at her body begging for it,” he admired. “Lower.”
You caressed her slick lips, twisting the toy over her slit teasingly, not pressing, just letting her feel the weight. Em groaned and twisted Dave’s sheets in her fists.
“Touch your tits, pretty girl,” you cooed to her “let’s show him how good you can be.”
She did as you said, delicately skating her fingers around her nipples as you clicked the button to kick the vibe to a higher setting.
Dave held your hips with his big, warm hands as he watched you glide his toy through her folds. You drew it from where she dripped and up over her clit, making several slow passes, before pushing it inside, eased by her arousal. She gasped and pinched at her nipples as you fucked her on the toy. She chased the sensation, needy and unashamed of her desperation to come for you and for Dave.
You wanted so badly to please him.
His breath was warm on your neck, it made your nipples tighten and your pussy throb to be his plaything. You pressed the buzzing tip of the vibrator to her clit and plunged two fingers inside, pumping them deep. In moments she was undone, squeezing your fingers, bucking her hips, rasping your name, but her eyes were on him.
While you were making her come on your hand, he was exploring your body with his hands, feeling the weight of your breasts, caressing over your stomach, testing the wetness of your slick and dripping center. He coated his fingers in your wetness and brought them to your nipples, teasing the tender points before bringing his fingers to your mouth, letting you suck his three slippery fingers clean.
When Em’s moans died down to soft panting, he took the vibrator and tossed it aside.
“That’s enough,” he declared, turning you and arranging you between her legs. He pushed you against her, you felt the heat of her soft body against you, her arms circling you to pluck at your nipples and push your tits together, kneading and squeezing them for Dave to enjoy.
He watched a moment, shoving his boxers back down his thighs to stroke his cock, dark eyes moving from your tits to your shiny slick pussy, to her lips kissing your shoulder and neck.
“The two of you were made for this, weren’t you? Just two little sluts waiting for a man who knew what to do with you.”
You both nodded and turned your heads to kiss each other, letting your tongues tease at each other.
Dave pushed your legs up and apart, spreading you wide, exposing you. He made Em hold you open, her hands under your knees like he showed her.
The three of you moved against each other, with you sandwiched between them, Dave driving into you, slowly at first so you could feel every bit of the sting and stretch as he entered. He was thick and pulsing inside you, seated deep and snug, you needed him to move.
He drew back slowly, and you anticipated the returning thrust, but he didn’t stop. He pulled out and ground his wet cock against your swollen, sensitive folds, the thick head of him nudging at your clit, then suddenly piercing you again, sawing in and out.
He set a punishing pace, slamming into you deep and hard, with one hand on the back of your thigh, and the other on Em’s shoulder, holding her just where the column of her neck sloped down, and felt the rapid beat of her pulse under his hand as you keened pathetically.
The angle of his hips let you feel the rough scratch of the trimmed hair at the base of his cock against your swollen clit. Your orgasm burst, sparking and hot, rippling through your body and his.
“Fuck,” he sneered, teeth bared. “Oh fuck, yes, little whore pussy wants my come.”
He pulled out of you suddenly, leaving you fluttering around nothing as you came down, and quickly repositioned to take his wet cock in his fist and aim the warm ropes of milky spend across your face.
Cum covered your lips, your nose, your cheeks and chin. You tasted the mild, salty flavor on your tongue.
Dave watched with satisfaction at his work, and Em looked on in dazed awe. He looked between your faces. “Clean her up. Don't waste it.”
Em licked your cheek, timidly at first. You twisted to give her better access, and she dragged her soft tongue through Dave’s mess, spreading it, humming at the taste. She reached around your chest to hold your tits in her hands, squeezing them, playing with them as she licked the cooling semen from your face and kissed it into your mouth, sharing it with you for Dave’s enjoyment. When you were finally done, you turned to him, pleased with yourselves.
David showed you to his en-suite and you and Em cleaned yourselves up.
“That was…”
“Yeah.”
You giggled and whispered to each other, wiping your faces with Dave’s thick, soft washcloths. You patted down your fucked out hair, and left the apartment hand in hand, declining Dave’s offer of an Uber. With your shoes hooked on your fingers, you looked at your best friend.
