Female Domination — You Can't Escape Fate. Part 25
That same day, Sergey fucked Valya's mouth several more times. He didn't fuck her pussy because, to be honest, he didn't even know how to do it and was afraid of seeming inexperienced, essentially a virgin in that matter; the only way he had previously interacted with a pussy was by kissing it, but he tried unsuccessfully to forget about that. Valya was about to leave when Sergey grabbed her head again and dragged her back to his standing, already red from chafing dick; he was making Valya give him a blowjob for the fourth time, which caused Valera to be perplexed.
"Enough already, you maniac," he was surprised that Sergey couldn't get enough, so to speak, couldn't cum enough and fuck enough.
/> "Come on, suck, you slut," he said, shoving his dick into Valya's mouth once again.From that time on, Sergey began to feel like a full-fledged man; he liked dominating a woman, but Valya never came to him again after that time, and Sergey tried to persuade Valera to find another chick for another threesome. Sergey still couldn't overcome his phobia (fear of Anya) and imagine himself alone with a chick, so he persuaded Valera to fuck chicks together. Valera agreed, but the chicks mostly refused such offers, and not every one could allow themselves to be taken by force like Valya was, and it was on the verge of trouble. However, once Sergey managed to fuck another girl, whom Valera brought in a rather drunk state, but Sergey fucked her alone, though in the presence of an equally drunk Valera, and again in the mouth, and once again covering her face, he enjoyed it and imagined cumming on Anya's face.
Sometime closer to the New Year, Valera came to the room and told Sergey that he had picked up a chick who was already verbally ready for a threesome and would come that evening,
"So get ready and set the table, and I'll get the wine and candy and then go get her," said Valera and ran off.
Around seven in the evening, Sergey heard the front door open; his heart began to beat wildly in anticipation of a new fuck, his dick was straining against his pants. Entering the room, the gallant Valera helped the girl take off her down jacket, who took off her hat and turned to face him. Sergey recognized his rapist Anya, who was looking at him and flashing her whorish, insatiable, lustful, and insolent eyes.
"Well, well," she smiled with a feigned smile. In fact, Anya had long been tracking her Serezhenka, her victim, the one with what she thought was the cutest and prettiest little face, which had satisfied her so well back in the kitchen that she even squirted for the first time, and of course, after he ran away and Roma was severely punished and handed over to Margo's Brothel, she began searching for her Serezhenka, who now stood rooted to the spot on wobbly legs and couldn't hide his surprise and fear. In his eyes was fear, the very fear that Anya had been missing and which instantly overwhelmed her with excitement.
Having found Sergey—which wasn't actually difficult, as she knew where he studied and Kira quickly figured out both him and where he lived and with whom—Anya decided to first get acquainted with his neighbor Valera and thus get close to Sergey and surprise him. To her surprise, she learned from Kira that Valera and Sergey were fans of having girls together (rumors about this were already circulating in the dorm); after getting acquainted with Valera, she learned that he was a big fan of fucking, while Sergey only liked threesomes and kind of hinted to her that they could hook up. Anya also hinted that such sex suited her, but she was shy, and after a bit of playing hard to get (as if playing hard to get), she agreed, and they were already in his room watching as Sergey looked at her with bulging eyes and already trembling hands.
"Serezhenka," she spread her arms as if inviting him to hug her like an old, well-known friend, and Sergey, understanding what she wanted, moved toward her on completely disobedient legs, and she hugged him tightly; this hug resembled the hug of a predatory anaconda with a calf who understood he was her dinner. "Long time no see," she joyfully continued her hugging and, holding him at arm's length by the shoulders, looked straight into his eyes.
"Where did you disappear to? I looked and looked for you, and here you are. So you abandoned me? You ran away, you rascal," she scolded him as if in jest. "You can't run from fate! You know that saying," she continued, looking at the stunned Sergey. "Do you know how much I missed you? Do you know?" she shook him a little by the shoulders. "All I have left is your video and nothing else," she contorted her face sadly. "Remember the video Yanka filmed for us? Remember? I don't show it to anyone, I only watch it myself on cold nights," she raised her index finger and flashed a serious look from which Sergey's legs completely gave way and his head spun. "Yet! I don't show it to anyone! Yet! Understand?" Seeing that Sergey was swaying, she pressed him to herself again, hugging and stroking his back and head.
"So you know each other?" Valera was surprised.
"This is my favorite little lover," she smiled at Valera, surprised by such a scene. "My runaway little lover," she still hugged him tightly. "I won't give him to anyone else anymore! No-bo-dy," she said playfully, breaking her speech like a child who had found her favorite toy.
"So that's how it is," Valera continued to be surprised and, taking off all his clothes, went to the table. Sergey, however, couldn't utter a word, couldn't breathe normally, speak, or think; he was beginning to have some kind of hysterical fit.
"On your knees, serf!" Sergey suddenly heard a commanding voice from Anya, and immediately, as if his body acted without his brain's participation, he knelt down, and his hands reached to unfasten the belt on her jeans. Valera was simply stunned by this, and Anya, smiling, pushed his hands away. "Take off my boots, silly," and looking at Valera with bulging eyes, she said, "Look how much he missed me! Ready to take my pants off right from the doorstep," she stroked Sergey's head proprietorially, who, kneeling, was unfastening and taking off her boots.
Entering the room, Anya sat on the bed and, sprawling, leaned her back against the wall, then took a pillow and threw it between her back and the wall, crossing her legs.
"Seryozha, Valera is your friend, right? True?" she began the conversation, already holding a glass of wine that Valera had politely brought her. "Right, Valer? You are friends?" she addressed Valera. They both nodded. "Then, Valer, give me your word that you won't tell anyone our terrible secret with Seryozha, which we will now initiate you into. Okay? Do you swear?"
"I swear!" Valera raised his right hand, smiling. Sergey sat embarrassed, as if not himself, on a chair at the table, tucking his head into his shoulders. That he was deeply depressed was visible to the naked eye, and Valera, by the way, certainly noticed.
"Though, what's there to say," Anya continued. "Here, we need to show. Right, Seryozh?" Sergey stared at the table. "Seryozh!" she shouted at him, and he seemed to snap out of it, looked at her. "Come here, my little rascal," she patted the bed next to her with her palm. Sergey sat down near her. "You wanted a threesome, right?" she asked, hugging Sergey.
"Well, yes," answered Valera, a little embarrassed, who also began to feel somewhat uncomfortable looking at his completely dejected friend.
"Seryozha has misbehaved and so will be our slut with you," said Anya, already stroking Sergey's head and looking at Valera. "You don't mind, Valer?" she addressed him. Valera shrugged but nodded his head, agreeing with Anna.
He was already terribly curious about what would happen next; the situation reminded him of when Sergey forced Valya to suck, and now it was as if Anya was persuading Sergey to eat her out, because she was already pulling him by his clothes between her legs, and he yielded, kneeling before her. "Warm me up for Valera," she still stroked his head, and Sergey, as if hypnotized, was already unfastening her belt, then the button, which didn't want to come out of the buttonhole for so long, then lowered the zipper, and Anya, standing up, helped free herself from her jeans and her lace panties.
Then she sat down again, leaning against the pillow by the wall, and, placing her heels on the edge of the bed, presented her already quite shiny from lubrication vulva to Sergey for eating out. "Come here," she waved her hand to Valera, inviting him to sit next to her, and with her other hand held the already smacking Sergey.
Valera sat down next to her, and they merged in a hot kiss. She reached her hand into Valera's pants and, finding Valera's shaft, began to jerk it. Valera kissed her passionately and hugged her, groping her breasts. Valera's dick was already ready and eager for battle.
"Get undressed, Valer," Anya said to him, and he stood up and took off all his clothes. He stood completely naked with a protruding and twitching from tension dick, while at his feet and between Anya's legs, his "brutal" friend continued to eat her out, smacking.
Anya pulled Sergey away from her pussy and turned his face toward Valera's dick. Valera stepped back a little, but she, looking at him with playful eyes, caught his hand and brought him back. Valera yielded and, coming a little closer, brought his dick to Sergey's face, who, looking pitifully at Anya, already felt the glans pushing through his lips into his mouth. "Come on, darling, now we need to warm Valera up," Anya pushed Sergey's head, and the dick plunged into his mouth a moment later.
Valera, of course, completely stunned, watched as his friend was now sucking him off; Valera's hand itself lay on Sergey's head, and his hips began to move back and forth, pushing the slippery dick into the warm mouth of his probably now former "brutal" friend.
"Alright, enough," she pulled Sergey away from Valera's dick. "Lie down on the floor," she commanded Sergey, who without much delay lay on his back, and Anya immediately sat on his chest and, resting her pussy on his chin, lay on him, ending up lying on her back on Sergey's body (in a 69 position). "Put it in me, Valer. What are you waiting for?" Valera knelt and, moving closer on his knees, inserted his dick into her. Valera's balls ended up in front of Sergey's eyes, which during the fucking began to slide over him, reaching the tip of his nose and returning back. "Does he at least lick your balls?" Anya asked Valera.
"Seryog, lick the balls," Valera commanded, and Sergey began to lick his hairy balls, which also moved across his face; with his hands, he supported Anya so she wouldn't fall sideways; breathing, of course, under the weight of practically two bodies was difficult.
"I'm gonna cum now," Valera whispered.
"Cum in me," Anya answered him. "We have a slut-cuckold now."
"Suck him off," Valera said, breathing heavily and already with a note of roughness. "So you're a slut-cuckold," Valera continued to enjoy as Sergey sucked his dick. After the dick was sucked off and practically sucked dry, Valera stood up and, practically exhausted, lay down on the bed.
"Open your mouth," commanded Anya, who was now sitting over Sergey's face. Sergey opened his mouth, and Anya began to tense her genital muscles, squeezing out Valera's cum mixed with her lubrication, a kind of love juice. This juice, thick mucus, filled Sergey's mouth, which he, on Anya's order, swallowed. Sergey's face became sticky, his lips also stuck together, as did Anya's labia, from which a new and new portion of love juice constantly appeared. "Fucking awesome," Anya rejoiced, realizing her surprise plan had worked. "Suck it all out now," Anya had already moved to her knees and still sat on Sergey's face.
He, like an obedient slut, did everything she said, wanting to finish it all as quickly as possible. However, Anya, looking into those eyes full of horror and humiliation, felt a new wave of excitement and, taking his head with both hands, began to rub her excited clitoris against his nose, trying to cum again and ideally squirt, because that's exactly what she needed Sergey for, with his pretty little face and frightened eyes, and now she had it.
Like a fountain gushing from the ground—that's what could be compared to the scene when Anya began to squirt on Sergey's face, from which splashes flew in all directions from the strong pressure. Valera watched this with excitement, as he was seeing a woman squirt for the first time; his dick got hard, and he began to jerk it off, continuing to watch as Anya, throwing her head back, moaned and turned into a scream, gasping for air with her mouth while emitting a mass of fluid resembling urine. Valera, jerking off, came on his stomach and also lay like Anya, enjoying the orgasm.
"Hey, slut," Valera addressed the rising Sergey. "Lick all this off me," pointing with his finger at his stomach, which was covered in cum. Sergey, not daring to refuse, knelt and crawled to Valera's stomach, began to lick Valera's stomach, swallowing the sticky cum, and then also sucked the remaining cum from his dick.
Valera and Anya looked at each other and smiled sweetly, understanding that, in principle, a group thing, like a threesome, had happened and had turned out quite successfully. Sergey sat with his head bowed near the bed on which Valera lay. Drops of squirt were still dripping from his hair, and his face was smeared with the cum and lubrication of Valera and Anya.
"I am your fate, Serezhenka," Anya said, looking at him. "And you won't run from me!"