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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Rachael just stood there, shocked. Alan was still facing me and I was bent over the worktop. Simply put, I was the exact image people would conjure up when the word 'slut' was used, with the added addition of cum dripping out and dropping down my tights and hitting the floor.
"Can someone explain to me what is happening right now because it looks quite clear to me that my boyfriend is at the receiving end of your cock!" Rachael exclaimed.
I turned round as much as I could but my ass and legs were still pulsating and I didn't feel I had the energy to move them, let alone breathe. I started to reply..."Rachael, it's really not...." Before I could finish, I was interrupted by Alan.
"You want to know what's going on here Rach?! Isn't it quite obvious?! Have you not noticed cum stains on your tights or in fact, on any clothing?!"
Rachael went to reply "What?!! No...wait...you told me those white stains were just the washing powder! You mean..."
"Yes" Alan said almost sarcastically. "Your 'Boyfriend' is in fact a 'Girl-friend'. I caught him all dressed up and well..I assumed it was this plumbing you needed doing..!" At that moment he smirked and turned around to face Rachael, pushing me back down over the workshop as if I was owned by him.
"What's in the box?" Alan said to Rachael. She startled and looked down and remember she was holding a plain brown box with just an address label. I had, until that moment, completely forgotten we were expecting a parcel from 'LH Trading' and Rachael must have picked it up.
"Go on, open it. It maybe something worthwhile" Alan said. Now normally Rachael would carry on her anger and I was expecting her to tell both of us to get out...but yet she weirdly seemed to just oblige and begin to open the box. At this point, I knew this was going to be a very long evening!
Rachael opened the box and threw the bubble wrap to one side. In this box was something we'd ordered together...it was a 6-7" Strap On so we could start experimenting together.
Alan awoke with surprise which was quickly followed by another smirk.
"oh..what good timing. I guess the 'slut' put you up to buying a strap on?" Rachael just nodded. That's when I turned around a bit more and focused on the scene in front of me. Rachael was't staring at nothing..she was fixated onto Alan's limp cock (which still looked huge!).
Alan could see this and walked over to Rachael, at that point I quickly sprung into action and turned around but I was quickly motioned by both of them to turn back round, which after having just been submissive and fucked, proved too easy and I did what I was told.
Alan reached Rachael and then whispered into her ear, which she begun to nod everytime he presumably said something significant.
After a minute or two, I began to feel the cum stop dropping out of me and I felt I needed to bring my tights up but all there was, was a gaping hole where Alan had ripped into me.
Rachael started to move towards me, chucking her handbag down from work. She then unwrapped the strap on, and began to step into it. I began to fear for my ass, but I couldn't say anything as I'd never seen her in this controlled state yet angry facial expression.
She buckled the strap on and made sure to place the purple dildo firmly in the O-ring. She then almost immediately placed her hand on my back, forcing me to lift my ass up towards her. What happened next, took my breathe away...
After the warm sensation of Alan's cum in me, I was suddenly hit with this cool, sharp yet pleasureable pain. Rachael had slammed the dildo straight into me, using Alan's cum in me as lube. She started to pound me so hard, her hips where slapping my ass on every thrust. This went on for a good couple of mins and despite having orgasmed, I began to feel my cock harden and I let, small wimpy moans out on each trust.
I looked over my shoulder as much as I could, expecting to see Alan there, watching. But he wasn't, I couldn't understand, surely he wouldn't have just left. It was then I heard another moan, but I was convinced that hadn't come from me.
Rachael began to trust even harder, slipping on the floor as if she was losing control at times, every now and again her feet (in black opaque hold ups) sliding over my cum. Adding to the white, glistening stains on her feet. I then heard Rachael scream and I realised what was happening.
Alan had got turned on again from watching us and then he saw the free bullet vibrator left in the box and next thing anybody knew, he cock was pounding..or rather, drilling, my girlfriend, whilst the bullet was being slid in and out of her ass giving Rachael the feeling of double penetration.
I had never seen this side of Rachael before. There she was, pounding at my ass whilst I was bent over in the kitchen. On the same 'human train', Alan was fucking my girl but yet I couldn't do anything about it. I was pinned down and no where to hide...
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