A Young Couple's Journey part 18 / TNT 27

Quick heads up to all readers: The next part(s) after this we will spend time catching up with Josh and Linda for a bit. Just so you know.

*

Where the fuck was Toby? I hadn't seen him around for a few days. Didn't he say he'd stick around for a while until Josh was back? Now he just disappeared? Fuck. At least I had Luna to keep me company. After our maid cosplay photoshoot, we spent the rest of the day fucking and cuddling, eating pizza in bed, watching Netflix, and taking showers together.

It had been a pretty great day, if I said so myself. Luna was still as hot and dominant as ever, and she took my ass quite roughly, as I begged for more, my body rocking with her thrusts. It felt great to have her inside me like that, but I couldn't help but wonder if it was as good as Toby. Her strokes with a strap-on were so deliberate, so well-aimed, that she almost always hit my G-spot. Not like Toby, who just hammered his meat into me, using me as a tool to get off.

I loved both in different ways. But Luna had an edge of respect that Toby didn't. Luna treated me like a human being. Like I was someone important. Toby treated me like a fuck doll, but I guess that's what I liked about him.

After our intense fucking session, we had a quick shower together, where I got down on my knees and washed her feet and legs. It was a sort of fetish of mine. I loved how strong Luna looked, how well she kept her body in shape. How her full boobs glistened, the water trickling down her flat stomach, abs just below the surface, water droplets rolling down between her thighs.

My tongue found its way between those toned legs and ate her out until she came all over my face once again, her orgasms always so strong and forceful.

It was nice, but I was craving a big cock inside me, to really satisfy my urges. A dangerous, ominously powerful cock, that would turn me into a quivering wreck of a woman. The only cock that could satisfy me, really. I wanted Toby back. I wanted him to dominate me, to fuck my mouth, my pussy, and my ass. I wanted him to fill me up with his seed and leave something that was part of him inside of me.

It was a strange thing to think about, but it was true. I loved the way it felt when he filled me with his cum. It made me feel like a real slut. A woman who could do anything. A woman who was desirable to men. Even with the risk of him actually knocking me up, that didn't deter me one bit. That only added to the thrill. I'd be carrying his child, and Josh would be none the wiser. At least until the time was right.

The thought turned me on more than I cared to admit. The thought of having Toby's cum inside me, knowing that I was carrying his child, that I had done something so wrong and forbidden, it excited me beyond anything else.

And then there was Josh. He'd be so hurt and betrayed if he found out, and the guilt would eat away at me, but I couldn't deny that the whole idea was the biggest turn-on. The danger of getting caught, the thrill of doing something so taboo, it just sent tingles down my spine and got me wetter than ever.

I knew I needed to stop. But I couldn't. Toby had awakened something inside me that was impossible to suppress. There was no going back.

But now... I was getting worried. Where the fuck was he? Did he leave town or something? What did he even do when he wasn't fucking me?

And when that beautiful day with Luna ended, the next morning came. Luna went to work, as a normal person would do, while I lay in bed, utterly bored. I had tried to convince Luna to stay, but apparently, she couldn't. Entrendy and everything needed her. What a drag. I didn't understand why she wanted to be part of that company. It sounded like a nightmare. But I guess that was just Luna being Luna. She was always such a hard worker, like her brother. Even if it meant being bored, I was sort of relieved to no longer be a part of that whole business.

On one hand, sure, I had helped in the beginning, getting the first foot through the door through my esports connections, and some other minor stuff, but it was mainly Josh and Luna who brought it forward. I just... sort of tagged along for the ride, really. And I was happy to no longer have anything to do with it. If anything, it was utterly necessary because of my covert fetish for playing around with incredible risk and dire consequences.

But I needed something to do.

With Luna gone, I rolled out of bed, headed upstairs to my computer. Out of absolutely nowhere, I came up with an idea. An idea so brilliant, so perfect, so amazing that it was almost like a vision. My fingers began to tingle with excitement. It involved me being a very naughty girl indeed.

But it required Toby…

Where the fuck was he? I couldn't focus on this brilliant idea, nor my OnlyFans page, without Toby. I was getting a bit restless. I decided to send him a message on Discord.

'Toby! Where the fuck are you?! I'm so horny right now, please come back and fuck me!' I wrote.

I stared at my message for a few seconds before hitting send. Then I waited. And waited. And waited. But nothing happened.

Annoyed, I found myself a game to play instead. He'd just have to deal with my plans when he came, so I ordered the necessary stuff and just settled in to wait until whenever he came back.

And this was how my next few days passed.

*

The amount of anger I felt as I sat on a bench in the park, rubbing my cheek, was overwhelming. Why couldn't Sarah just fall in line like Kimberly had? It was that lack of control that pissed me off. So often did people view me as a weakling, a shy nerd, that they needed to help. Sure, I'd lean into it here and there, but that didn't mean I actually needed it. I needed to assert myself, to show people who I really was. And if Sarah had just accepted her role in life, things would've gone differently. But no... She had to go and hit me.

How had I not seen this coming? That Sarah would resort to such low levels of cowardice? That she'd hit me like a little bitch? If only her fucking brothers weren't there to hold me still, I would've taught her a lesson.

When I got back from Kimberly's place earlier today, I was there to pick up some of my things, make sure Sarah was still subdued, and perhaps fuck her quickly before leaving again. But then Sarah had to ruin it all. When I got back, I found her outside, her dad, and her big brothers there. They were all looking at me with disdain in their eyes. I was the evil guy here, but what had I done? Nothing wrong. I had simply tried to teach her a lesson, but she was so damn stubborn.

But instead of backing off like she should, she decided to get her brothers involved. As soon as I stepped out of my car, Sarah's car I guess, they immediately started to demand this and that of me, telling me that they would press charges, that Sarah was throwing me out. When I tried to say that I had videos of Sarah that I'd publish, they simply beat the crap out of me. 

And as if to put a period on all of that, or an exclamation mark, they held me still to give Sarah one good crack at my face. Up till then, they had focused on my ribs, legs, and everything a shirt could cover.

And so I sat here, feeling my ribs aching and my jaw burning from where Sarah had punched me, but also feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins. My chest was heaving, and my face, albeit numb, was flooded with emotions. I couldn't believe this. It was insane. It was so fucking wrong. I didn't deserve this.

"Fuck," I muttered. I needed to get away from here. This was almost as bad as when Josh beat me up. How did I keep ending up like this? Kimberly had so meekly fallen under my charms and control, and I thought I had broken Sarah enough to be mine. But it seemed like she had a few more tricks up her sleeve. And those brothers were strong motherfuckers.

I was still so full of rage, I couldn't help but feel like I was going to explode. I needed something, someone, to take this out on. But I felt like I couldn't go to Kimberly's place. My face was quite swollen. Not a major lot, but enough that I couldn't be assed to tolerate her asking a bunch of questions and bickering. I could probably explain it away. Kimberly was pretty naive, but I didn't want to waste energy on that.

For now, the two most pressing issues were that I had no money, nor a place to stay. This was becoming a pattern in my life, I noticed. I should probably stop pissing people off, but it wasn't like they gave me much choice, to begin with. They were all so pathetic. 

Leaning forward, I rested my elbows on my knees, staring down at the gravel. Gravel that Josh owned, as he owned half the fucking town. That asshole. He had it all. Looks, women flaunting over him, money, a big house with a big yard, and a pool. So jovial, even trying to be a big brother to me when I lived there. I wanted to throw up at the thought of Josh. But there was one thing that made me feel better: Kimberly.

Josh may have everything, but I had his wife. I had fucked her better than he ever could, and I was going to have her again. She belonged to me now, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was a loser. A weakling. And I was the stronger one. The smarter one. The one who had the real power.

"Fuck," I said again as I felt my anger starting to fade. I didn't want it to fade. I wanted to keep that rage, to feel powerful, to feel like I had the upper hand. But it was like I just couldn't hold on to it. My mind started to wander as I sat there, trying to figure out what to do next.

My thoughts drifted back to Kimberly. What if I just took over her OnlyFans? I could easily use her to make money over there. After all, she already had quite the following and was making a decent sum already, and she had done this willingly with that other idiot with the broccoli haircut. And I'd make sure to keep her in line, to keep her under my control. Perhaps I had to speed up her plans, however, about bringing Luna into the fold.

My cock stirred at the thought of knocking up both Kimberly and Luna on film, for the whole world to see. For Josh to see. His own sister and his own wife, knocked up with my child, someone he hated. And I was sure he did hate me. I created this version of Kimberly, and all the troubles in paradise stemmed from me.

And filming me impregnating Kimberly, making money off of it, and showing Josh, that would be the icing on the cake. I could rub it in his face that I had taken everything from him. That I had taken his wife in front of him. That I had taken his sister from him. And if filmed, everyone would know. The whole world would know. It was the ultimate way to assert myself, to show people exactly how I deserved to be treated. I wasn't some pathetic loser. I was strong. Powerful. Dominant. The alpha male. This was just a speed bump. Of course, it didn't have to end with Josh. The longer I thought of taking over Kimberly's OnlyFans page, the more ideas came to mind for content to make.

But first things first. I knew I could perhaps stay at Kimberly's, as I said I would, but I still had this bruising. And what about when Josh came back home? I wasn't sure how he would react coming home to me in his bed between Kimberly's sweet thighs, knocking her up while he watched. Probably not good. Just the thought of another confrontation, and especially with him, was humiliating to even think about.

I had to sort out my situation, and fast. I couldn't be sitting here on this bench like some bum all day long. Slowly thinking my plan through, I realized it was an avenue for many possibilities and many payoffs. We, I, for the sake of everyone around us, could mask it as a photo studio of some kind. Kim insisted on keeping him in the picture, probably so she could torture the guy, and this way we could even do it right under Josh's nose. He wouldn't be any the wiser. And Kimberly was such a horny slut, she would go for anything. As long as she got that cock inside her, she was all for it. She didn't give a shit about consequences. She was too horny for that.

And Luna... I still didn't know what to make of her, or what to think of her, really. But livestreaming me breaking her down, taming her, turning her into my slave... That sounded like fun, but also very difficult. Luna was strong-willed, and I'd have to keep a tight leash on her.

Well, I had to wait out this bruise, perhaps I'd see if I could get a motel room for the time being. Then, when I was back to normal, I'd have to pay Kimberly a visit again.

With a smile on my lips, I stood up and dusted myself off. My ribs were aching, but I pushed the pain aside. I had things to do, people to fuck over, and a life to take back.

*

A few days had passed since I made up my brilliant plan, and still no Toby. While waiting for him, I had ordered everything I needed and couldn't wait for him to return.

I sat in front of my laptop, browsing the internet while playing music through my stereo system. I hadn't updated my OnlyFans page in a while, which was bad for business, I knew. So, I decided to rectify that situation by posting a photo of Luna and me, posing, wearing our maid outfits. Her face was cropped out, and so was mine, just us two from the shoulders down, backs and asses toward the camera.

'I think I have a new favorite costume,' the caption read, followed by some emoji hearts. It would have to do for now. I'd post something more explicit once Toby was back, or when Luna came around to actually letting me post her in action. Until then, I needed to build up the anticipation, and this was the way.

After the post was done, I started looking for other ideas for content. I hadn't posted anything really seriously spicy since Alex, and that was, what, almost half a year ago? I had that video of me fucking Vincent's mouth just after he had bricked in me. I wondered if that would do, if I could blur his face out and post that to my page.

I also started to look at topics. Like, I wanted to trigger certain emotions from my viewers. Like lust, primal desire, and such.

I browsed through my social media, trying to find inspiration for some interesting content. I saw lots of people had some strong reactions to certain types of teasing. Easy enough. Removing a sweater sensually, with no bra underneath? I filmed that in 30 seconds. Slowly lowering my sweatpants to show off my petite, Latina ass, only to pull them back up? Sure thing. Teasing a thong up my asscrack while bending over? Yep.

Some of these I posted right away, some I just scheduled out for later, spacing it out over time a bit. It was so easy. And fun. And it was really how so many men reacted to my body, something I never previously took too much pride in. Sure, I was pretty, but before Toby released me from my cage, I was mostly just an ordinary girl. I had curves, but nothing crazy. Now, however, I felt like I could use my body to bring people joy. I had the power to do that.

Once I was done, I headed down to get some fruit or whatever from the kitchen. And as I did, I heard a faint sound of an engine outside, from the front of our house. I immediately rushed down the long hallway and out into our driveway. There I saw a truck with a higher-level mobile home trailer attached. What the fuck was this? I hadn't ordered a trailer. I had lived in one back in Michigan before Josh and I moved down here to Indiana, but I swore I'd never again.

"Can I help you?" I asked the driver, walking up to the window.

"Kimberly Calhoun?" he asked. He had a clipboard in his hands.

"Yeah," I said, confused.

"Delivery for you," he said, handing me the clipboard and a pen. "If you could sign here, please."

I stared at the papers, unsure what to do. This didn't make any sense. I hadn't ordered anything, at least not a trailer.

"What is this?" I asked, not wanting to sign anything until I knew what was going on.

"A mobile home trailer. You ordered it."

"I... didn't," I said, shaking my head. What the fuck was happening?

"It was ordered by one... Tobias Marshall," the driver said, looking at his papers.

"Tobias Marshall?" I asked, staring at him. "When? Today? Where is he?"

"Please, just sign here," the driver said impatiently. "I don't know nothing about this guy. Just take delivery and be happy. I got other shit to do today."

"Fucking hell," I muttered as I signed the paper and handed it back to him. "Fine."

I looked down the street, expecting Toby to come rolling up at any second. I was starting to get pissed. What if Josh saw this? What the fuck was I to do with a fucking trailer in my driveway? And it stuck out disgustingly so, standing in front of our big expensive home, next to the Rolls-Royce and the Lamborghini in the garage.

This couldn't stand. I needed to talk to Toby and figure out what the fuck he was doing. And then I needed to move this thing or something.

While the driver and his buddy set up the trailer, I went inside and tried to call Toby. It didn't work, of course, the ugly bastard didn't answer. I waited for the workers to leave before trying to get in. The door was locked, of course, but it didn't take more than a few minutes to pick it open.

And when I stepped inside, I almost gasped. The place looked stunning. It was very modern, with hardwood floors, and nice furnishings. The kitchen was sleek, with dark blue countertops. The living room looked very inviting, with a nice couch, and a huge flat screen TV mounted on the wall. To my surprise, there was even a hot tub. And a nice bar, too.

"Wow," I whispered. This was... pretty damn amazing. A nice little house right in our backyard. One could live here. It was so unlike the ones in the park back home.

I started exploring more, finding a very nice, big bed with a lot of pillows, and a huge mirror.

"Toby, you sly dog," I said, smirking. There was no doubt in my mind what that mirror was for. The thought turned me on. Watching myself getting railed by Toby, his big cock destroying my pussy, my eyes rolling back, drooling all over myself in pure ecstasy. The head of the bed was also kinda sexy in its own way. Instead of the regular headboard, there was a slat headboard instead. I bit my lip, imagining myself gripping the bars tightly as Toby hammered me into submission. Or him using those beams to push into me even harder, breeding me with deeeep pumps.

I was getting wet just thinking about it.

As I walked through the bedroom, I noticed there were a few cameras mounted up in the corner, all pointing down toward the bed. 'What is this?' I thought, raising a suspicious eyebrow. Did Toby want to film us fucking in here? How sweet of him. And how kinky. I felt my pussy flutter in excitement. Was he really going to film us doing it? Maybe I could upload it to OnlyFans? That'd be fun. If he was up to being on film. He had been before, to torture Josh, but this was perhaps different.

And thinking of Josh, I snapped back to reality. What the hell was I going to do with this trailer? I needed to hide it somehow, to move it away from the house.

Just as I was thinking that, I heard footsteps outside. The door opened and Toby stepped inside. He looked like he had seen better days. His face was a tiny bit swollen, and his eye showed obvious traces of lack of sleep. His clothes were dirty, and he looked like he hadn't showered in a few days.

But fuck sympathy.

"Toby!" I exclaimed, moving my hands to my hips, looking at him, annoyed. "Where have you been, asshole?"

"I was busy," Toby said, moving inside and throwing his backpack onto the floor. He closed the door behind him.

"Busy? Where? Doing what? I've been waiting for you for days. I tried to contact you."

"Yeah, well," Toby shrugged. "I've been... busy. But I'm back now."

I looked at him as he moved toward me. His hand reached out to touch my body, but I slapped it away. I wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily.

"Did you get this?" I asked, gesturing to the interior of the trailer.

"Sure did," Toby said, grinning.

"What are you doing, Toby?" I asked, exasperated.

"Getting my own place," he said. "I mean, you got me a place. A nice one at that. Thanks, by the way."

"You can't just... just... stay here, in our driveway," I stammered, completely at a loss for words.

"Why not?" Toby asked. 

"Josh will beat the shit out of you, that's why!" I said. Toby immediately seemed to recoil, but he quickly regained his composure.

"It's not like he lives here anymore. He's on vacation. And I think you should start a photostudio for your OnlyFans, and we'll use this as our base," Toby explained.

"We will?" I challenged him. "Who says you're going to be in any of it?"

"Oh, I will be," Toby said confidently. "Trust me."

"And if I don't want to?" I asked, crossing my arms, glaring at him.

Toby smiled as he stepped closer, until he was right in my face.

"Then I guess I'll have to force you to," he said softly. I could feel his breath on my skin, and a shiver ran down my spine.

"I bet you would," I whispered. Fuck, this was turning me on. The fact that he would just force me to do things like that. It made me so wet. I wanted him to do that, to bend me over and make me submit to him. He had the power, and I loved it. 

"Mmm," I moaned.

Toby smirked, his eyes glistening. His hands grabbed at my body, one reaching my butt while another pulled my head in for a hard, rough kiss. I kissed back hungrily, groaning loudly against his lips.

He groaned back, pressing himself into me. He was already hard. His bulge rubbed along my belly, making me tingle between my legs. He was so big, so powerful, so strong. Pure aggression. Pure dominance. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to take me like he owned me. I wanted him to own me.

"Fuck," he growled against my lips. "Get down on your knees."

I immediately obeyed. When I was kneeling down on the hardwood floors, Toby started to open his jeans, pushing them down. His cock came free, throbbing inches in front of my face. Fuck. I just wanted it all. I wanted his whole cock, right now.

But I waited for him to give me my reward. He slapped his heavy hog on my face, stroking it as he groaned in pleasure, and I gave his balls a lick, playing along. The scent of his sweat mixed with his masculine musk was intoxicating, and his huge balls were so full of potent sperm, I just couldn't help but take them into my mouth, feeling their weight, their soft texture against my tongue.

"Yes," he said, stroking himself even faster. I gently sucked and lapped at his big balls. I just loved his taste so much. I just couldn't get enough. After a few minutes, he grabbed a hold of my hair and pulled me toward his cock, dragging his cockhead along my cheeks and lips, leaving sticky, warm trails.

"Open," he instructed, and I obeyed willingly, letting my jaw slack so he could fill my mouth, which he did. All the way, pushing into my mouth, until his dick was all the way in, bumping into the entrance to my throat. It was like nothing else mattered, except having his dick in my mouth and giving him pleasure.

"Mmm!" I mumbled around his cock, holding back tears. I felt utterly helpless to stop this man's relentless assault on my throat. He knew no mercy. He gave me no choice. It felt like his cock was swelling inside my mouth, forcing my jaws apart, his veins hardening already. The taste of his precum was dripping onto my taste buds, his hand was tightly tangled into my hair. It was like heaven. I hadn't gotten used to his huge cock, so my throat muscles still clenched tightly around his cock as it tried to relax.

"Fuck, yes," he growled, pulling his hips back, sliding his cock halfway out and thrusting right back in, giving my poor mouth no respite. But his hand wasn't pushing in yet, merely holding on tightly for leverage as he gave short, vicious thrusts that quickly became longer, stronger, and more determined. His huge nuts were bouncing up and down in the air, slapping into my chin, coating it in their musk.

I loved his scent. I didn't know why, but something about him was intoxicating. No, not the sex itself. Just Toby. I think I might be addicted to him and his aggression.

I clutched my hands behind my back as my mouth and throat worked on autopilot, just taking what he gave me as I made sure I didn't hurt him or chafe his cock with my teeth. After a minute or two, my head was rocking with his thrusts, his thick, swollen cockhead fucking my throat like it owed him money.

"Oh, my God," he groaned, sounding almost like he was in pain, "so good. Your mouth feels so fucking good on my cock. You like that, you slut? Taking my cock like the slut you are?"

I couldn't even mumble a word around his meat, so I settled for an approving moan.

"Thought so," he chuckled. My tongue was sticking out like the slut he wanted me to be, helping him slide his fat length back and forth easily and rapidly. "Take that fucking cock," he continued, sliding his cock out so he could feed me his warm, hairy nuts. My nose was buried deeply into his musky testicles, bathing them in spit, filling my entire sense with him as my world was reduced to just his fat cock and sweaty ball sack.

"That's it. Nasty fucking whore," he hissed and started stroking his cock quickly, growling loudly in pleasure. I knew the drill and opened my mouth wide, panting and moaning needfully as I awaited his climax.

But instead of shooting his warm cum into my awaiting mouth and onto my tongue like I hoped and dreamed, Toby gave me the most powerful shot right into my nose, followed by the rest of his cum being ejected straight up into my face, painting it in white, creamy ropes. I squeezed my eyes shut just in time, moaning like crazy as cum streaked across my face.

It was amazing. It was incredible. It was everything I needed in life. I couldn't get enough of it, of him, and I was getting so addicted to his powerful, dominating presence. But then it was over, and I felt my heart sink a bit as he stepped back, admiring his handiwork.

I opened my eyes to see his satisfied grin on his lips as he looked at my cum-covered face. I was still panting, my face flushed, my body aching with desire. He had left me high and dry.

"Toby," I moaned, hoping he would take pity on me, but he shook his head, stroking his cock slowly.

"This is what I do to you," he said, his voice thick with lust, his eyes glistening with desire. "I make you feel like the slut that you are. And sluts please men. Not themselves."

I whimpered softly, trying to stand up, but Toby pushed me right back down with his foot.

"No, no, no," he said, shaking his head. "Stay right where you are. You look so fucking good with my cum all over your face."

"Please," I moaned, pouting, wanting more than anything for him to fuck me hard, to take me completely, to do anything he wanted. I didn't care what as long as he fucked me.

"No," Toby said. "I want to talk about your OnlyFans, Kimberly."

"What about it?" I said, almost pleading for him to just skip over whatever he wanted to say and get to the fucking.

"You have quite the following there," he said, stroking his cock slowly, "and I want us to milk that for all its worth. You need to post more content. Hotter content."

"Hotter?" I asked, confused. 

"What you've posted lately is boring. It's not hot enough," Toby said, shaking his head. "You need to spice things up a little."

I pouted again. "It's not my fault you weren't around to fuck me."

"I'm going to take over your OnlyFans," he continued as if he hadn't heard me.

"Excuse me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. This was a new development.

"And I want you to livestream me when I take Luna," he said.

"Toby," I said, shaking my head, "I don't think that's a good idea. We can't just... Livestream you and Luna. Josh would never forgive us. Especially if it gets out what we're doing. And Luna won't ever go for it!"

"I don't care about if you think it's a good idea or not," Toby said firmly, "that's what I'm going to do. I'm taking over your OnlyFans, and I'll be making content. You'll help, of course. Consider this something we'll build together."

I sighed. I wasn't thrilled, but part of me kind of was, because this would be easier. If he took over, I didn't have to worry so much, and I could concentrate more on getting fucked and be his willing slut. So, perhaps not such a bad thing. But the issue with Luna... that was not good. And the pacing of how to deal with the people involved, like Luna, Josh, so on, had to be at my speed.

"I don't think Luna will go for it," I said slowly, hesitant. "I need some time to convince her."

Toby groaned in annoyance, shaking his head, but he relented. "Fine. I can accept that. I mean, I guess. But you have a moth, max. Then I'm getting involved, with or without your help, Kimberly."

*

So basically, what Toby's idea boiled down to was that he and I would use this trailer as our fuckshed, and we'd make all sorts of degenerate cuckold-related OnlyFans content in there. Toby initially wanted Josh out of the picture, but now at flipped completely. He wanted Josh to live as normally as he could, that I would be a good little wife for him, but every time Josh wasn't looking, I'd be cucking him with Toby. Hell, I was even having some candid ideas as well. With some editing tricks, all sorts of videos were possible.

And in time, Toby would go out and find new women to seduce and fuck, and those would eventually be featured on OnlyFans. All under the guise that I was starting a photo studio, which was probably a good idea in the view of everyone else, and a logical step. But really, it was just insane. What was I getting myself into?

But I had no choice, really. This was how things were going to go. I needed to get used to the idea. It was like an invisible leash, a noose around my neck that was slowly tightening, forcing me to comply. The realization of Toby being in control was becoming more and more apparent.

Part of me wanted to embrace it, but some part of me also liked to mix it up. Sometimes Toby, sometimes Linda, Luna, and Josh. The different energies were just perfect.

For now, though, I was glad Toby didn't want to ruin anything with Josh. I could only imagine the destruction possible. Josh had left for Florida with us on great terms as far as I could tell. Everything depraved that had happened since then had happened way, way under his nose. So far under his nose, it could basically be under his feet. The poor guy. But eventually, when he realized his true position as a full cuckold, that Toby in control and breeding all his women, that was when the real fun would start.

I wanted to look Josh in the eyes the moment Toby impregnated me. To see him realize that Toby was the better mate, that his genes, instead of Josh's, would mix with mine. Which brought me to another thought. Why the fuck wasn't I pregnant yet? Half a year of trying? Alex, Zach, Vincent, Linda, Josh, and Toby had all had their chances, and all failed to give me a child. My ovaries were aching for it, and so was my mind. Sure, a plan B here and there might have been the reason for some of these instances, but surely someone would succeed soon. Maybe I needed to try more and take some supplements or whatever. And perhaps Toby needed to stop breeding my ass and cumming all over my face and in my mouth.

But with Toby back, I could finally enact the first part of my plan. Or, my new plan, or idea. My main plan was to convince Luna to let Toby take her. But this plan correlated with that; I wanted to make a dildo version of Toby's fat cock. And not just any dildo, but one that shot liquid.

Would it be as fantastic as the real hot, throbbing meat? No, probably not. In fact, it was 2 percent smaller than the real thing, by design, so when the real cock was introduced that the positive shock would be even more significant. But it was the next best thing for now, and I knew Luna would go crazy for it. And when she saw it, when she felt it, when she realized what it could do, then she would agree to letting Toby breed her. I was sure of it.

I had never worn a strap-on, but how hard could it be? And thinking of wearing a strap-on, perhaps this dildo Toby had molded for me could be used on other people than just Luna…

*

Reracking the barbell, I was reminded why I always preferred sports over weightlifting. The repetitiveness of lifting weights up and down in very limited variants was not fun, and it didn't challenge my mind or body like tennis, swimming, jiu-jitsu, wrestling, or any other sport did. Still, it was nice to get a good pump in and have my muscles sore the day after.

I finished off my last set of squats, knowing my ass would look great in jeans tomorrow, and wiped my sweaty brow with my towel. I was about to walk out when I once again, like a few other times when I visited the gym, I saw Toby.

My conversations with Kim about him floated to mind. To think she had actually had sex with that guy... That was insane. He was so pathetic. Just look at him. His clothes were too big for him, and he had a weak frame. He'd be crushed in a fight. Sure, he might work out more now, and perhaps he did take BJJ and boxing classes, but it didn't mean much... I still couldn't believe Kim had sex with him. And with Josh's approval. Then he fucked up with them, and now they wanted to go back? I was sort of feeling like Kim wasn't really telling the whole story here.

It had been a few days since my talk with Kim, and I was still mulling it over in my head. I just didn't know what to think. If I had to be honest, I was jealous. It was wrong because Kim wasn't my wife, but still, I apparently felt some possessiveness over her. And for a creep like Toby to be anywhere near her... I just couldn't fathom why Josh would accept such a thing.

I always saw my brother to be a strong man with strong values, a genuine guy. While I didn't want to imagine him in a sexual context, and for him to explore himself as he wanted, I didn't ever see him as a cuck. I mean, I knew he was submissive, but when it came to sharing his wife, I got the impression he'd do that with a friend, or someone he got along with. Linda was a great example of that. But Toby, well, he just gave off the wrong kinds of vibes.

Then again, perhaps that's what made him so appealing to Kim and Josh.

I looked at Toby again, taking him more in, and I was a bit surprised at how different he seemed from the last time I saw him. He looked a bit slimmer. Not thin, not at all, far from it, but certainly not the same fat slob that used to live in my brother's annex. Perhaps he had put on more muscle, or just shed some fat, but he looked... healthier. But if Kim said Josh could get along with him to some extent, then so could I.

"Hey there, Toby!" I called out, waving at him.

Toby stopped dead in his tracks and looked over at me, seemingly confused as to why I was talking to him. His expression changed from confusion to mild fear as I walked over to him. He looked like he wanted to bolt, but I knew he wouldn't. He knew better than to run from me.

"H-hey, Luna," Toby stuttered nervously.

"So, I heard you've been hanging around with Kim," I said, putting on my best friendly smile.

"Uh, yeah," Toby replied, looking away nervously. "We're... uh...."

"That's good, that's good," I said, nodding slowly. Not exactly the big dick energy Kim seemed to think he had. Perhaps a little smaller dick energy, haha! "I'm glad you two are, erh, friends."

"Y-yeah, we're cool," Toby replied, looking back at me, offering up his most boyish smile. The smile of a grown boy, rather than an actual man. Still, Kim did say that he was pure aggression, so maybe, on the inside, he was all alpha. I almost laughed at the idea. "She's great."

"So I hear," I said, still smiling. The creep's dark eyes traveled the sports bra I was wearing, which was pretty tight, accentuating my milky white cleavage nicely. I crossed my arms, giving him a stern look, but I guess also pushing out said milky cleavage. "She also said you've changed." Didn't seem like it to me. He acted shy, and perhaps he was a bit intimidated by me, but he still looked like the same old Toby. I was going to have to dig deeper.

"I have," Toby said, nodding eagerly. "So, uh, what are you doing here?"

"Working out?" I said, gesturing at the gym. "But I'm done now." I wasn't, but this was beyond what I expected from what Kim had said. Perhaps that was why Josh approved? He didn't look at this guy as a threat? If I knew my brother right, he'd probably try to befriend him when he first moved in, but obviously that hadn't worked out too well.

"See you later," Toby said, no doubt eagerly awaiting me to turn around and walk away in my skin-tight Lycra shorts.

"Yeah, see ya," I said, turning around. Looking over at the mirror, I could see him absolutely checking out my ass. He had the look of someone who was desperate for attention. It made me wonder how he ever scored with Kim in the first place. Perhaps I was too harsh.

Still, I just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong here. I mean, if Kim was into Toby, then I should be supportive, but it just felt like there was something off about the entire thing. Like I was missing some piece of the puzzle. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was there.

Well, I did the most logical thing. I called Josh afer the gym. It wasn't a conversation I exactly looked forward to having with my brother. Like, 'hey bro, you want other people to fuck your wife? Like, in addition to truly? Want other men to knock her up and all that?'

But it was something we had to discuss. He was my brother, and I loved him, even if he was a weirdo. And I had to figure out what the hell was going on, and what it meant for me and Kim. Kim had said she had been teasing him about other men, and that was what I was going to confirm. Only need-to-know information, just to know where we stood. Nothing more.

"Luna?" Josh answered the phone.

"Hey, bro," I said.

"What's up? Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, everything is fine. I just have a question for you," I said casually. No need to alarm him or anything.

"What kind of question?"

"It's... uh... about you and Kim," I said, my face heating up. "You know, with the whole cuckold thing."

"What about it?" Josh asked, sounding like he was confused. I don't blame him. "You know about all of that. I won't get jealous if you and her hook up again, don't worry about that."

"No, no, it's not that," I said quickly. "It's... um... I just wanted to know if she has been, you know, teasing you about other men?"

"Oh," Josh said, sounding a bit surprised. I could hear he was embarrassed. "Uh... She... Well... She's mentioned it a few times. I guess she's... uh, yeah. I mean, she's teased me about you quite a few times now."

"Right, right," I said, nodding slowly. So Kim had been serious. "And you're cool with that?"

"Sure," Josh replied. "I mean, as long as she doesn't take it too far, or anything, then I think it can be a bit exciting. And I want her to be happy, so, yeah. And, erh, well, she sort of lets Linda and me do our thing, so I'm trying to let her as well." Josh wasn't very specific, but I could relate to the awkwardness of this.

"Alright, then," I said, nodding slowly. "That's good to hear. Just wanted to know."

"Right, right, sure. Yeah, if you wanna know anything, you can always ask me," Josh said, and I smiled. My brother was so sweet.

"Thanks," I said. We talked for a few more minutes, catching up a little, but after we hung up, I still had some things to mull over in my head.

So Kim had been truthful. She had teased Josh about other men, and he did say he was letting her do her thing. Surely that meant Toby was part of her thing, too? If that was the case, then I felt like I should be supportive. Perhaps I could even help out. Be a friend to Kim, and maybe get to know Toby better. I didn't have to get along with him, but the way Kim talked about him, it seemed like he was quite the stud in the sack... I mean, she had to be exaggerating a bit, surely? But I couldn't deny the curiosity that grew within me.

Fuck, I should probably have asked Josh about Toby too, but I really hated talking to him about stuff like that. But perhaps I should talk to Kim about it. Ask her for a detailed description of what was happening.

*

Heat filled my face as I turned away from Luna, heading over to the spinning class I was here for. God, I thought I had evolved and become more assertive, but that bitch still made me cower. Fuck Luna. It was infuriating how I had acted like such a bitch in front of her. She probably thought I was pathetic, and she'd gossip to Kim how fucking weak I was. Fuck. And why did I even give a shit what that slut thought? I'm such an idiot.

With an indignant sigh, I settled in for the spinning. The creeping realization that Luna (and Josh) partly owned a solid portion of this gym didn't do anything for my mood, either. 

I had gone to the gym to work out, but also per insistence from Kimberly. She had thought that if I struck a conversation with Josh's sister, to slowly make better relations with her, then the seduction part would be much easier. It made sense, so I adhered to her wishes. But Luna didn't want any of it. She acted like I was fucking slime, looking down at me with her blue eyes like I was nothing.

That bitch. I didn't want to talk to her, anyway. Fuck her. And fuck Kimberly. She could suck my cock and call me master, but that was the only thing she could do. I wasn't her damn dog to do tricks whenever she felt like it. Fuck her and her suggestions. Deep down, I knew she was right, though. If we were to take Luna, we needed her on board, or at least willing. And if we were getting along, it'd be easier.

Still, I felt like a coward. Luna would be trickier than I thought, I guess.

Instead of going to the spinning class, I hurried out into the parking lot. Waiting there for about fifteen minutes, I saw Luna appear at the entrance. Quickly, I found the camcorder I had bought with Kimberly's money and pointed it at Luna. Luna had no idea, of course, and would probably break my neck if she did, so I slinked back behind a car.

"That's the sister of Kimberly's husband," I narrated. I hadn't yet been introduced to Kimberly's audience, but this was for later. "We're working toward making her my slut, as well." Luna got to her car, a blue Toyota Supra. As she leaned in to place her bag in the passenger seat, I zoomed in more on her ass, which was accentuated by tight Lycra shorts. Her butt was round, and her legs were smooth and toned. She looked incredible, and I wanted nothing more than to feel that tight ass bounce on my lap as I impaled her over and over again, feeling her pussy clamp around me as she screamed my name in pure ecstasy.

"I can't wait to fuck her," I whispered, almost breathlessly, as Luna stood up again, with a small sway to her hips, moving her arms around to stretch. She was a tall woman, standing at about 6 to 6'1", taller than me for sure, with a toned body and milky white skin. Her long, blond hair was tied into a ponytail. She had a very pretty face, with piercing blue eyes, her high cheekbones adding a bit of sharpness to them.

"That's it," I said softly, "stretch that tight body." Like Kimberly was the perfect submissive slut, Luna was the type of tough girl that would be so incredibly satisfying to break. I could just imagine how good it would feel to have her submit to me completely, to give up her will and her independence, and be mine forever. To make her my slave, my property. The thought was almost too much to bear.

The anger from being put against the ropes by that arrogant bitch was replaced by a burning need to fuck her. I felt my cock thicken and swell, straining against my boxers. I didn't know if I should see if Sarah was home or go straight to Kimberly. Sarah might have thrown me out, but I knew that whore was ready to give up her ass if I came knocking.

But nah, I was completely done with her.

Besides, I needed to film 'Rival fucks wife in his own bed' with Kimberly. It was a title among many I had written on a small list of videos. I hoped to get through most of them before Josh was back. With him back, I had no idea what sort of leeway there was. Even I knew that we couldn't just throw Kimberly's new allegiance in his face when he got back. We needed to ease him into accepting me as the new pack leader. This slower route was partly because, something I'd never say out loud, I knew he could beat me up again should we barge right ahead.

Also, fucking Kimberly in the trailer, right next to their house, with him so close, was so satisfying. One thing was conquering her, but doing it over and over again, almost right in his face, knowing he was blissfully unaware of how I took his wife, would be so gratifying. And if we needed a change of location, the house was right there.

As for Luna, I felt like it was only a matter of time, despite our encounter today. Kimberly had talked me into using my cock as a mold for a dildo. I saw no point in that, but agreed still. Perhaps I was agreeing to too much of Kimberly's nonsense lately. First, she wanted my cock for a mold, then she wanted me to talk it up with Luna…

Whatever, as long as it resulted in me fucking Luna, I didn't care.

*

As I got back home, driving up the long driveway up to the mansion, I saw, like a sore thumb, this fucking trailer parked right in the middle of the yard. Like, who the fuck put this here? And why did it block the garage? Like, couldn't it be set aside? And why was it even here? I could only imagine it being one of Kim's antics again. I sighed heavily. What the fuck... Well, whatever this was, at least she wasn't hiring dipshits for prime sales roles, sucking off creepy talent agents, or whatever else she was up to these days.

I parked my car next to the Rolls-Royce and got out. As I approached the trailer, I heard faint noises coming from inside. It was music, and... moans. I tilted my head, confused, as I walked up toward the door and gave it a try. Locked. Typical. Maybe it was Kim masturbating. But why would she close her doors? She loved being watched in action.

I shrugged as I pulled out my keys and went around the trailer to get inside the house. If Kim wanted her own private trailer, who knows why, then so be it. But it couldn't stay there.

When Kim finally showed up about an hour later, while I was writing a letter to one of our clients who hadn't paid their dues, she looked pretty well-fucked to be honest. Her masturbating techniques must've reached new levels now that she spent all hours at home diddling herself.

"Hey, Luna," she said, a goofy grin on her lips.

"Hi," I said, rolling my eyes.

"What?" Kim said, grinning wider. She knew I had heard her for sure.

"I'm just wondering why the fuck you have this stupid trailer in our yard?" I asked, crossing my arms. Kim slumped a bit.

"I'll move it. I'm starting a new photo studio–"

"And you decided to break the facilities in by masturbating in there?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I... Uh... Well, yeah, but..." Kim sighed heavily. "Fine, whatever. The point is, I'll move it. I just have this new cock that just hits the spot so good. I got it pretty recently."

"A new dildo? Ordering it without me?" I teased. "About that, I talked to Josh... about you and you, erh, fooling around with other men."

"You did?" Kim asked, her eyes widening, suddenly worried. I wondered why. Did she not want me to know? Was she ashamed?

"Yeah, he confirmed it. He's fine with it as long as you don't take it too far, and that he wanted you to be happy," I explained. "And that you let him and Linda do their thing."

"I know. That's what I told you," Kim said, suddenly a bit more sure of her stance.

"So... Toby?" I asked, my heart beating a bit faster than normal. I wasn't sure why. I didn't know if I was feeling excited or anxious. Perhaps both.

"Yeah, Toby," Kim said, nodding eagerly. "He's so fucking big and powerful, Luna. And he's so much better than Josh at everything."

I snorted a bit at that. No way could that fat fuck be better than Josh. Well, in the sack, I had no idea, of course.

"Kim, I'm not buying it. He gives off total creep vibes," I said. "I really think you should reconsider."

"No, no, Luna, you don't understand," Kim said, shaking her head, looking at me pleadingly. "I need him. Josh has never been able to make me cum like Toby can. And Josh is just... well, he's a softy. Toby is... he's aggressive, he's dominant. He takes control and makes me feel like nothing else matters except his cock. I'm totally addicted to him."

"Okay, okay, I get it," I said, holding up my hands. "I mean, I don't, but I believe you, I guess. I just can't understand why you'd want someone like that when you have Josh. Not to be yet another Josh fanboy or anything, but my brother seems to genuinely love you and wants you to be happy."

"And I want him to be happy," Kim said, nodding slowly. "And this is how. Why, instead of me trying to convince you, how about Josh's reaction to me getting fucked by Toby? Will that convince you?"

I frowned at Kim. "What do you mean? I don't wanna see Josh naked."

"You won't. It's a small video from the last time he saw Toby take me. He's in the doorway, off to the side. You can see him, but you won't see anything else. Just his reaction."

I shrugged slowly, not exactly eager to see Josh's face while some creep fucked his wife, but I knew Kim wouldn't let this go until I accepted. I felt like I was in for a disappointment, though. Kim pulled up the video on her phone and handed it over. I took it and pressed play. The video started off with a big shadow silhouette of two people under a duvet in a dark-lit room. I recognized the room as Kim and Josh's bedroom, even in the darkness.

And under that duvet, I saw the duvet shift from the one person under the duvet churning their hips into the smaller person, spooning them as the soft, slick sounds were muffled by the duvet. The smaller person, clearly Kim, moaned softly, whimpering as she took whatever she was getting under the duvet.

The person who was fucking Kim groaned in pleasure, and she groaned right back.

"Does- ugh, does the naughty girl wanna cum?" Toby's voice came through, his tone husky and sensual.

Kim gave an innocent nod before pushing back under the warm cocoon that sizzled with the heat of their lovemaking.

"Holy fuck," I groaned.

"Pretty hot, right?" the present Kim concurred. "See? You can't deny that Toby is a stud."

"I mean... I guess..." I said, feeling a bit weird admitting that. It was fucking hot. And Toby did seem to be very aggressive and dominating. But still, I didn't like him.

"And there's Josh," Kim said, pointing at the end of the screen. Yes. There he was. Watching. Paralyzed. 

Was this really turning him on? Well, it certainly looked like it. I couldn't blame him. Seeing Kim being fucked so well by such a fat slab of meat, her eyes glazed over, her pussy taking that cock like it was nothing... Fuck. I had to admit, it turned me on. But I wasn't going to say that out loud. 

And just as it got good, Kim snatched her phone back.

"Wow," I whispered.

"Intrigued, are we?" Kim asked, grinning widely.

"I mean... That was hot."

"See? I told you. Toby really does know how to fuck a woman."

I nodded slowly. I mean, the video was hot, and Kim was responding quite well to his work. "Yeah... I guess so."

"You know what?" Kim said, her grin widening. "How about you help me out?"

"Help you out?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Help me with Toby."

"What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly a bit concerned.

"Well, like, I don't know," Kim said, shrugging casually. "Like, I'm sure he'd love to have a threesome with us, or something."

"A threesome? With Toby?" I asked, frowning. "No way."

"Aw, c'mon!" Kim said, pouting. "We could both use some cock. We could have a good time, just us girls."

"Kim, no way," I said firmly. "I'm not doing that. I'm not fucking that creep. Maybe Josh doesn't have his head screwed on right, but I don't want any part of this."

"Luna," Kim said, her tone firm, "you're your own person. What you do on your own free time, as an adult, is up to you. Josh is okay with it. He'll accept it. So will I. And Toby will definitely be into it."

"It's not happening," I said, shaking my head. "And if you think I'm gonna go along with it, you've got another thing coming. In fact, I don't even know if I'm cool with you doing him, either."

"You can't stop me, Luna," Kim said, crossing her arms. "If you want to be a prude, then be my guest. But I'm not going to stop fucking Toby just because you're uncomfortable with it."

"You know what? Fuck you," I snapped back. "You wanna fuck Toby? Go ahead. Do what you want. I won't stop you. But if you think I'm gonna participate in whatever stupid games you have planned, you're wrong."

"Fine, fine," Kim said, holding up her hands. "I'm not going to force you to do anything. But you know, maybe if you tried him out, you'd realize that he's a pretty good guy, after all."

"Whatever," I muttered. This conversation was getting me nowhere. I didn't know what to believe anymore. My mind was racing. On one hand, Kim did have a point. I was my own person. I was an adult, and I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to do. But on the other hand, I didn't like this idea. At all. It wasn't that I was uncomfortable with sharing Kim. I mean, she was shared with me by Josh. But that was Josh. That was my brother, and I knew he loved her. But Toby, well... He just gave off some bad vibes.

Kim walked away, and I could hear her mumbling angrily to herself as she stormed upstairs. Well, at least that went well.

*

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I hissed through gritted teeth as I fucked Kimberly hard on the couch, in front of the cameras mounted on the wall.

Kimberly moaned loudly beneath me as she lay on her back, her legs spread wide as I pumped in and out of her with short, deep thrusts, her arms clutching tightly around me. I thought back to over a year ago, when Josh had tried his king of the castle move, where he fucked Kimberly so I could see, to put me in my place. I had almost mounted her on this very couch. Back then, he had thrown me off her.

Now he was nowhere to be seen, and not able to stop me from fucking his wife. His slutty wife. His gorgeous slutty wife.

I pulled out and stroked my cock while Kimberly kept panting, giving her a small break. We exchanged a look before I leaned over and started making out with her. Goddamn, she was fucking sexy. That sweaty body, glistening in the afternoon sun, the sexy, eager looks in those eyes. It all combined into an intoxicating mix that just made me crazy with lust. Her brown skin and dark eyes, shut at the moment from us kissing, were just so inviting. The way her entire body reacted to every thrust, every touch, it was unbelievable. She was fucking perfect. A stunning Latina slut, built to be used as I pleased. And I would use her. I would use her every second I could, fucking her every time and as many times as I wanted.

As we kept making out, I slipped my hand down between our sweaty bodies to gently stroke my tip against her ass. I didn't penetrate her yet, just teasing her tight hole, enjoying the soft, warm embrace of her juicy buttcheeks, making sure the camera would catch our depravity in HD glory.

"Oh God, fuck me, fuck my slutty ass!" Kimberly breathed, pulling her head back to gasp for breath. My mouth closed onto her throat, softly gnawing down to her jugular while the camera filmed our shameless acts. The image of me biting her jugular was something so animalistic, and I could tell she loved it by the loud moans she was making. "Bite me, oh God, harder."

I groaned louder against her taut skin, gripping tighter onto her body as I pushed myself forward, impaling my meat inside her tight asshole. I was pushing so hard, I could feel her tight asshole squeezing me tightly.

"You ever let your husband in your ass?" I asked.

"No! Never," Kimberly responded.

"And you won't right? This is all for me. Your sweet, tight hole, that belongs to me now," I said, slowly sliding in and out, stretching her. It was taking longer for her to loosen, but I felt her sphincter clench around my swollen girth, her sexy little ring swallowing up my meat.

"Y-yeah..."

"Say it."

"This... this hole belongs to you now. Take it whenever you please," Kimberly managed, and she squealed once I bottomed out again.

I felt so powerful, taking Kimberly's ass like this. She was taking me completely. There was no doubt I would cum deep in her bowels. But before that, I wanted to see her face when she came.

My cock throbbed inside her ass as I slowly pushed in and out, making sure the camera got a good view of her tight ass as it spread open for me. Her moans were becoming louder and more desperate, her legs shaking in the air. I felt her fingers clawing into my back, her nails digging into my skin.

"Toby... Toby, fuck... Fuck me!" Kimberly groaned. I kept pumping slowly into her tight little asshole, my cock feeling like it was going to burst. It was so intense, so tight.

Kimberly's legs tensed up again, and she gasped for breath, arching her back as her entire body convulsed beneath me. I saw her eyes roll back as her mouth opened wide, letting out a deep groan of pleasure as she came hard on my dick. I kept pumping slowly inside her ass, feeling her sphincter clamp down around me.

"And only me, right? Not Josh, not Linda. This ass is just mine!" I growled, focusing hard on not cumming yet.

"YES! Toby! Oh yes! All yours!" Kimberly screamed in pure ecstasy. "Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard! I love it! I love it!"

I grabbed her throat and held her head down as I slammed myself into her ass harder, pounding her hole with furious abandon. I didn't care that she wasn't able to breathe properly, I wanted to see her eyes roll back in her head, to watch her struggle, to see the pleasure in her expression as I fucked her like the slut she was. My hand squeezed down on her neck, choking her as I fucked her tight asshole. Her moans became muffled as she gasped for air. I saw tears running down her cheeks, her eyes rolling back, her body shaking as I pounded her ass over and over again, harder and harder, her tits bouncing wildly from the force of my thrusts.

"Yes, take it, slut!" I growled, slamming my cock all the way in and holding myself there as I came. My balls clenched tightly as my hot load shot deep into Kimberly's bowels. She let out a strangled cry, her voice hoarse, and she arched her back once more as another orgasm hit her hard.

I kept fucking her hard, pounding her tight asshole, filling her with my cum, not wanting to stop fucking her until I felt satisfied. The sensation of emptying my balls was pure ecstasy. The insistent, constant clenching of Kimberly's slick asshole around my shaft sent powerful ripples of pleasure surging through my body. I could feel myself pumping out endless volumes of thick, hot sperm into the tight embrace of Kimberly's sexy Latina asshole, her ass squelching and sucking it in eagerly. 

Kimberly let out a choked, strangled wail. She shuddered violently beneath me. Her whole body convulsed with the intensity of her pleasure, causing her entire lower body to shake and quiver in my grip as another orgasm rushed through her system. It was so fucking hot and sexy seeing her cum over and over again like this. It truly turned her on getting used like this, me fucking her for my pleasure while she helplessly had to take it. She was my slut. I owned her. Hell, I created her.

When I finally finished cumming inside Kimberly, I pulled out with a deep, satisfied sigh. As I moved back, I felt the same pleasure-rush wash over my body when my slick cock slid out of her gaped anus with an audible slurping pop. I sat back, looking at her stretched ass hole as cum seeped out of it. I couldn't take my eyes off it as Kimberly gasped loudly for air.

"Holy shit," I groaned as I reached out and grabbed hold of her legs, pulling her down onto the floor so she was kneeling before me. I stood up, my cock still rock hard, and held it right in front of her face. "Clean me."

Kimberly looked up at me with glassy eyes, her mouth hanging open slightly, gasping for breath. She nodded slowly. Then she opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. I grinned as I placed the tip of my dick on her tongue and pushed forward, forcing my dick into her mouth.

"Mmm," Kimberly moaned softly as she closed her lips around my shaft, sucking on my dick hungrily. I grabbed a hold of her hair, gripping it tightly between my fingers. I yanked hard on her locks, forcing her head down onto my dick.

I groaned loudly as I felt Kimberly's soft, warm lips wrap around my shaft. But instead of showing her my brutality, I let go of her head and let her work me to completion. A good 10 minutes later, it was my time to buck and convulse from the hypersensitivity from Kimberly's lips and tongue gliding like feathers along my swollen cockhead before she swallowed down everything.

"Fuck, that was amazing," I said with a deep sigh, patting her head. "Good girl."

Kimberly smiled up at me as I pulled my pants up. She looked so hot and sexy like this, kneeling naked on the floor before me, covered in sweat and cum, her hair a mess, and her eyes filled with lust.

"And I meant what I said. Your ass is mine. I'm not so dumb that I can't deny your pathetic oaf of a husband your pussy, or Linda for that matter, but your ass is mine," I said. Kimberly looked up at me with a look that almost pleaded with me to take back what I had said. It made me angry to see her want to defy me, and I decided to double down. "And I don't want you to cum with him. Or her. Luna, that's okay, but not them."

"What? How the–" Kimberly began, but I cut her off by smacking her face. She yelped, but it was clear she liked it.

"Do you understand?" I asked firmly, looking her in the eyes. Kimberly talking back to me all the time, instead of just doing what I told her, was starting to annoy me. It was time to remind her who was boss.

"Y-yes..." she mumbled.

"Yes, what?" I said, raising my eyebrows.

"Yes, Toby," Kimberly said, looking down. "I won't cum with Josh and Linda."

"Good," I said with a smug grin as I started heading toward the camera to turn it off. "And I want Josh's number." 

"What? Why?" Kimberly asked, annoying the shit out of me. Maybe I had to feed her my nuts or something to shut her up.

"If I can't rub it in his face what we do right now, at least I can taunt that asshole over text," I replied. "I still can talk to him, even if he never replies."

"Why?" Kimberly asked again. "Josh will–"

I turned to her and gave her another firm look. "Kimberly, stop fucking questioning me. Just do as I say."

I could see her gulp as she nodded. "Okay, Toby."