by Writing Shark
Quality time with Olivia
“Is she gone?” Olivia asks a little later and comes into the large living room. You nod at her and adjust your cock in your pants.
“Just left.” You watch as your girlfriend looks around the room, wandering around as if she were looking for something and letting her hand slide over the back of the sofa.
“She cums pretty hard for a stupid cunt who offers her holes for some money,” she muses as she looks at a hair she pulled from the sofa. “Don’t you think so?” she asks innocently.
“It’s possible,” you shrug. “But we know that. Women and their drives.”
“Yes.” You didn’t say that by accident. You want to see how Olivia reacts. There’s something wrong with her, you can tell, but you only get monosyllabic answers.
“I could order you to tell me what’s going on,” you say just as innocently.
“Oh yeah?” she challenges you, and not in a good, sexy way. Something hurts her. A bad boyfriend would now hold her in his arms and comfort her, tell her words she wants to hear, lie. But you’re a good man and you won’t lie to Olivia when she’s too silly to know. The only lies are the ones she knows are lies to make her feel better. But these don’t work here. So you only have one way out if sweet lies don’t help.
“Yes.” Your hand rests on her shoulder. She’s strong, trained, but not that strong. Your thumb rests on her neck, brushing over her asking and control her in a tame manner. “But I don’t. I respect you, Olivia.”
“Respect…” she murmurs. “All men want that.”
So that’s it, you think to yourself and start caressing her.
“And women want… feelings.” You grin. “Stupid little instinctive animals you are, all of you. You too.”
“Fuck you,” she says without any venom in her voice. She just looks at you demandingly.
“Haven’t I always given you what you wanted?” Olivia nods. “So trust me to give you what you need even now.”
“Do you know what I need?” For a woman like her, in a relationship like the one you have, this is not a question but an open attack. A challenge. But you are strong and confident.
“Yes.” Then you step towards her, she takes a step back. You grab her arms, she struggles, a bit. But you win, as always, pulling her towards you, lifting her up and kissing her on the lips. “She didn’t kiss me,” you tell her, pushing yourself back onto her. “Today I’m only kissing you.” Then your hands go to her butt, grab it firmly, embrace it and hold it tight. “I know what you want, Olivia. You are a wonderful person to me, important, powerful and irreplaceable. But you’re just a girl.” Olivia moans softly and rubs her body against yours but your voice changes. “Don’t ever think again that I can’t see through you.” Her eyes look up at you and there is no superiority.
“Okay,” is all she says. Then you kiss her on the forehead.
“And now I want to fuck” you announce. “And you need something to clear your head.” And she smiles.
“Your cock always helps.” But you shake your head.
“Call Abigail and Ashley.”
“Okay, the rules are very simple.” You look at Olivia with a grin, already happier now that you have relieved her of the burden of the decision. Women are happier when a man has control over them. And Abigail and Ashley will think the same way, maybe not now, but soon. For now they are scared to death when your girlfriend stands over them. “I fuck my well-hung and beautiful boyfriend and you fuck yourselves with these dildos.” She holds two yellow cock replicas in her hands. Abigail is simply shocked but accepts the dildo without saying a word, already knowing what it is. Ashley just stares at her mentor with wide (by Asian standards) eyes in disbelief, but when Olivia explains the rules she starts to cry. Your girlfriend ignores her. Both can leave immediately if they want, but instead of fighting back against Olivia, they kneel down opposite each other, spread their legs and insert the yellow dildos into their counterpart’s pussies.
“Come here,” your girlfriend whispers, also undresses her lower half and gracefully swings herself onto your boner, only her black bra on her. She reaches for you with deft fingers and her eyes flicker as she lowers herself onto you. “Yes… that’s how I want it…”
You let Olivia have her way, sit with her on the sofa and watch past her shoulder as the two girls anxiously start to fuck each other with the dildos. Olivia has come up with a really mean, humiliating game this time but she needs it sometimes, to show the world that… You see it in her eyes.
“Olivia…”
“Not now,” she purrs, assuming you know. “You’re right. I’m just a girl too. And now I want you to fuck my silly little brains out.” Then she starts moving, up and down on her trained legs. Her breasts stretch out towards you under her bra and her hair lies over her shoulders while her hands seek support on your body. “Look at me” she whispers and you follow her. She begs you, literally begs you, even if her words are disguised as a request. You understand Olivia.
But her feelings for you are something you both know you can’t stop right now.
It doesn’t take long before Ashley and Abigail pump their dildos into each other’s pussy faster and start to moan and whine. Then the game of shame begins.
“I’ll work for you for half the money, Olivia,” Abigail offers, her cheeks red and her face sweaty.
“I’m doing the content that I didn’t want to do before,” counters Ashley.
“There was no question,” Olivia moans and Ashley winces painfully as Abigail unloads the electric charge into her cunt through the dildo.
“I’ll prostitute myself with the other stars and humiliate myself like that,” Abigail offers, pumping faster into Ashley.
“We don’t want that,” Olivia grins and Abigail screams as Ashley is allowed to take revenge.
“I… I… I…” Ashley winces as Abigail fucks her faster and faster. Anyone who comes before Olivia will be severely punished and every suggestion she accepts will be implemented. The two girls fuck each other desperately, trying to make the other come while thinking self-degrading things about themselves. “I’ll let you decide everything about my life, Olivia!” Ashley gasps desperately. “My God…” She pinches her erect nipples hard to keep from cumming.
“Fucking bitch” growls Abigail, whose legs are already shaking.
“That was always clear,” Olivia rolls her eyes and Ashley is shocked. The Asian girl bends over and gags, but then continues to fuck her competitor.
“I have an idea,” you say from underneath Olivia and tense your muscles, letting you feel them.
“You” your girlfriend leans in and kisses you. “You stay out of it,” she purrs and smiles firmly. It’s not about really achieving a goal, even if you enjoy the game.
“Okay honey,” you say to the whimpering gasp of Ashley who is having the worst orgasm of her life.
“Finally,” Olivia moans, riding you faster and harder, moving her hips and coming to a good, relaxing climax. As she swings away from you, your cock still stiff, she looks at you with satisfaction. “I needed that.” She looks at the two girls. Abigail stares lifelessly into the distance, Ashley gags and cries in a puddle of her juices. She snaps at the girl. “In my room. We are shooting content. Abigail, you freshen up and then come with us.” The girls have no choice but to nod.
“What’s with me?” you ask threateningly. Olivia can have her victory but you matter more. But your friend, now healed of her feelings, smiles at you and nods her head. Camila stands in the doorway to the living room in a skimpy black and white bikini and cow ears with a cute tail on her back.
“Mooo…” she says with red cheeks and looks at you in love. As you pull her towards you, Olivia glances over her shoulder.
“You’re not like that,” you just tell her, nothing more, because now you want to fuck yourself empty in a stupid cow in love.
Writing Shark 