Ex-boyfriend

My girlfriend's ex-boyfriend was muscular, aggressive, and had no patience. When we discussed him, we agreed that my beauty, tired of being dominated, wanted to tie her life to a calm person like me. There were no problems in sex, and both she and I got what we wanted and were satisfied. But after a couple of months, my girl asked me to spank her on the ass. Then the spankings became a constant, and during sex, I had to scold my beloved, calling her various bad words. I can't say it was bad, but at first, I tried and satisfied all my beloved's whims. But over time, I got so tired

of doing it that the pleasure evaporated somewhere with each passing day. By the end of the year, work piled up, and coming home, choosing between a quiet, calm evening and dirty, depraved sex, I chose the former.

My darling, after enduring a bit, started a conversation about how I don't love her. We later made up, and I didn't pay it much mind. One Sunday evening, after sitting with friends at a bar, we were about to leave but accidentally ran into him. It was that very ex-boyfriend of my girlfriend. The lightness from the alcohol played its role, and I didn't feel any antipathy towards him. He was quite sociable, joked amusingly. My girlfriend behaved calmly and was always nearby, slightly hugging me. In general, there were no reasons for jealousy. By the end of the evening, I had drunk quite a bit, and the ex offered to help me get home. Holding me from both sides, they brought me home and put me on the bed. Mumbling something unintelligible like 'thank you,' I passed out on the couch. About a couple of hours later, nature's call woke me up, and somehow waking up, I crawled along the wall to the toilet. After taking care of business, I suddenly heard:

— Whore, how do you like that?

Bewildered, I crawled out of the toilet and went into the living room. Deepest surprise froze on my face when I saw the ex-boyfriend and N. standing on all fours. Athletically built, he was beaded with sweat, and his long, powerful cock was pumping my sweetie to the fullest. The ball gag in my beloved's mouth, bought by me for play, was firmly in its place. N. was wetter than ever, streaks on her thighs testified to that.

I loudly cursed and tried to stop the action. The ex, easily grabbing me by the neck, threw me onto the bed nearby.

— Get the handcuffs, — he ordered, pulling out his cock.

My girlfriend, without any resistance at all, nodded and slowly got off the bed.

— Actually, you know what, bring the whole box of toys.

He continued to hold me with his hand on my neck, and my weak attempts to get up led to nothing.

The box of toys was quite decent; I had made some purchases. Some were brought by N. The handcuffs there were quite real, and I knew for sure that you couldn't just open them without a key.

— Undress him, — he pushed me off the bed onto the floor and, with pressure on my neck, forced me to kneel. N. obediently complied and started unbuttoning my jeans. Then I began to panic and tried to twist out of the once-beloved hands.

— Why are you obeying him? — I asked. In response, I got a slap and not a word. How could she say anything when the ball gag was still in her mouth.

The ex, holding me with one hand, started rummaging in the box. He found a collar with a leash and threw it to N. She immediately put it on my neck and fastened the buckle.

— So, look what's going to happen now, you will open your mouth and start enthusiastically sucking my wonderful cock.

I cursed, not letting him finish, and immediately received an excellent blow to the solar plexus. My breath was taken away. And if you resist, your girlfriend will tear off your balls.

Holding me by the leash, he began to bring his huge tool closer to my face. N., like a wind-up dog, took my testicles in her hand and began to squeeze them with her small nails.

— Aaaaa, what are you doing, I shouted. And immediately got a slap on the back of the head. Don't yell, it's two in the morning. Do you want the neighbors to come visit you? See what a storyteller you are?

Tears welled up in my eyes. The pressure on my balls didn't weaken. I tried to jerk and stand up, but I had no strength left. I slightly opened my mouth, and the cock immediately went in.

— That's a good boy. Keep your teeth away, or your balls will turn into an omelet.

I slowly moved my head.

— Whore, take care of my ass, — the tormentor commanded, and N. readily began to caress his anus.

Tired of my attempts to give my first blowjob, A. put his hand on my head and began to set the pace of my movements. Reaching the tip of his cock to my throat, he wanted to go deeper again and again. But the gag reflex didn't let him.

— Whore, come here, I'll tell you something.

N. gracefully rose up and, standing on tiptoes, pressed her beautiful ear to his mouth. I didn't hear anything from the whisper, especially since the ex increased the amplitude of my movements, and all my attention was directed to making the cock slide more along my palate without trying to go into my throat.

N. nodded, took her clothes, and left the living room, apparently going to the kitchen. I heard her voice from there. The words were indistinguishable. After that, she went into the hallway and turned on the light.

The amplitude of the cock's movement in my mouth increased even more.

I heard from the hallway?

— Honey, I'm home. And in the doorway appeared my beloved with a phone in her hands.

— Oh my god, are you gay? She started approaching, clearly filming me on the phone. I started struggling out of A.'s hands. At least to say something. The movements of his cock were quite sharp, and grabbing me by the hair, he pulled out his cock and came on my face, saying, you're such a great bitch.

I tried to turn my face away to avoid being in the frame, but I couldn't. The leash in A.'s hands didn't let me.

My girlfriend, turning the camera to herself, said:

— My suspicions are confirmed, you all saw it yourselves. And she stopped the recording.

The ex let go of the leash, and I fell onto the carpet. Trying to wipe the semen from my face, I wriggled like a snake on the carpet.

— Honey, watch the video, the whole thing.

A mobile phone was shoved under my nose, and the play button was pressed.

— In the video, I saw our kitchen, where my girlfriend, sitting dressed, was telling an invisible interlocutor that she suspects me of being gay. She gave many facts: about the lack of sex, about me looking at guys, about same-sex porn sites accidentally discovered by her in the browser history on our computer. Then the recording cuts off and starts again in our hallway. N., throwing on a jacket, says to the camera:

— Today I came home early to finally understand if my guesses are correct. After which she enters the room where the ex is fucking my mouth.

— What now, — I try to say with numb jaws.

— Now you will obey me in everything. A. informed me.

— Or? I asked.

— Or, you understand, all your mutual friends will receive such a wonderful video. And sending it to work, I will completely disgrace you.

— Listen, maybe you want money? I have some.

— I beg you, I need N., and she says you're a good match. So I need you too. Think about my offer while you're in the chair.

He lifted me and sat me in the chair.

— And you, my bitch, prepare your ass and come here.

N. left the room and returned ten minutes later with a ball gag in her mouth. Passing by me, swaying her ass, I saw the handle of an anal plug. We only used it once, and even then my girl complained about unpleasant sensations, and we didn't develop the topic. Now I realized that I had been blatantly deceived.

A. settled on the bed so I could see better and snapped his fingers. At the snap, she took out the ball gag, walked over to him. Arching her back, she presented her ass and, looking deeply into his eyes, asked in a plaintive voice:

— Master, will you allow me to take your cock in my mouth?

— Ask better.

— Master, I beg you, please.

— Okay, turn your back to your boyfriend and start.

The view of a very seductive ass opening before me involuntarily began to arouse me. Between the spread legs of my beauty

you could see the movement of her lips along the shaft of the cock. The reddened labia glistened slightly from abundant lubrication. A small drop of lubrication was running down her thigh.

— You're lousy at deep-throating, — said A. and slapped her on the cheek.

I never allowed myself to hit my beloved except on the ass. But seeing the sweet moan after the slap, I realized I didn't know a lot. N. doubled her efforts, reaching the base of the cock with her lips. The ex put his hand on her head and slightly held her when the cock completely disappeared in her beautiful mouth. Gasping for breath, she struggled back, and the convulsions of her throat apparently gave him pleasure.

Sufficiently aroused, he pulled out his cock and took her by the hair. Getting up from the bed, he pulled her by the hair towards me. And pushing, he put her on all fours. Before me was the face of my beloved, her eyes clouded with lust.

— See, your beloved is aroused? — he said, help him relax.

N., looking intently into my eyes, began to slowly suck my already aroused organ into her mouth, with one hand caressing my reddened testicles. A., flashing his swollen dignity, found the box of toys and took out the lube. Smearing his organ, he approached my kneeling beloved and lightly poured some on her ass.

He slowly pulled out the plug, and I heard a sigh of relief. A. positioned himself behind and began to enter. At these moments, N. stopped moving her head and, widening her eyes, looked somewhere inside herself. Now the cock was completely immersed in her ass. I could only dream about that. Just as slowly as he entered, he began to pull it out. One of his hands lay on her thigh, while the other apparently caressed her below.

I watched porn quite often, and having involuntarily become a participant in it, I still, after all the ordeals, felt somewhat detached. For me now, an action was unfolding where a beautiful girl was being fucked by a beautifully built guy. Plus, the blowjob was doing its job. I started to cum right into my girlfriend's mouth.

— You can't cum without a command. — A. said condescendingly.

— Don't swallow, — he commanded.

— So, another dilemma, dear. Either you now, as punishment, clean your beloved's mouth, or your balls will hurt even more.

N. looked at me questioningly, taking my testicles in her palm. Inside me, a sense of self-respect and fear of impending pain were fighting.

— So, what have you decided? — he said, pulling his cock out of my beloved's ass.

— I'll swallow, — I forced out.

Leaning forward and touching my naked body with her swollen nipples, my beloved, with a smile on her lips, approached my mouth. Slightly tilting my head back, she nudged my lips with her nose, forcing me to open my mouth.

— Open your mouth wider, or I'll think of another punishment, — A. commented.

I opened my mouth as wide as possible, and N., making her lips into a tube, directed a thin stream of semen inside me.

— Don't swallow at first.

And I obediently began to roll the semen on my tongue. Its tart taste didn't disgust me. Especially since the semen, unlike the previous one, was mine.

Swallow, came the command. And I honestly swallowed everything. Opening my mouth, I showed that I had done it. I got a stroke on the cheek from my beloved. She immediately returned to position, and her ass was again occupied by the ex's cock. He slowly increased the pace.

— Who are you, — he suddenly said. I saw he wasn't asking me.

— No, I won't say.

He increased the pace even more and began to slap her ass with his wide palm.

— Who are you? — he asked more harshly and penetratingly.

She was silent, closing her eyes.

The pace increased to very fast, the ex's body began to be covered with droplets of sweat again. The cock was now moving quite freely in the worked-out anus of my darling.

— Who are you, bitch? — he asked again in a loud whisper.

— I'm your whore, — she declared with a drawn-out moan. And her body began to shake in the embrace of an orgasm.

Apparently, the convulsions of her anus from the orgasm added sensations to the ex, and he froze, groaning loudly. N. lay on the carpet, apparently still in euphoria. A. got a towel from somewhere and began to wipe himself. Finishing, he unfastened my handcuffs and sat opposite. Taking the phone, he said:

— I uploaded the video to a cloud server. So don't try to delete it. Have you decided, disgrace or submission?

— Submission, — I squeezed out reluctantly.

— Well then, look, I will give tasks, and you will carry them out. Nothing complicated. I'm not going to live with you, but I'll drop by often. Besides sex, I don't need anything from you at all, I've always dreamed of a couple. Just get used to the thought that I'm the third in your tandem.

— Is this for long?

— I can only promise you that as soon as N. gets tired of it, I will delete the video and vanish from your life.