Lucy’s Perspective
I hate him. I hate the way his thick cock twitches against my tongue, the way his fingers dig into my scalp like he owns me. But most of all I hate how wet it makes me. His cock jerks hard against my tongue, and then he’s coming, thick ropes flooding my mouth faster than I can swallow. The taste is bitter-salt, overwhelming, coating every inch of my throat. He holds my head down until my nose is buried in his pubic hair, grunting like an animal.
“That’s it, Lucy. Don’t waste a fucking drop.”
When he finally lets go, my lips are numb and my mouth is so full it hurts. Drool and cum leak from the corners, sliding down my chin in sticky white trails. I should hate this. I do hate this.
But Alex is right there on her knees, trembling, waiting for whatever comes next like a kicked puppy. And that… that makes something dark and hungry twist inside me.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head toward her. “Share it, bitch. Show your little princess what she’s worth.”
I don’t even think. I just crawl forward until I’m straddling Alex’s thighs, pinning her in place. Her eyes are huge, glassy with tears and something else. I grip her jaw hard enough to force her mouth open.
“Stick your tongue out,” I snarl.
She does. Instantly. Fuck, that obedience shouldn’t turn me on this much.
I let it all pour out in one slow, deliberate stream. his cum, my spit, watching it pool on her tongue, overflow, drip down her chin onto her bare chest. She gags but doesn’t pull away. She never pulls away.
When my mouth’s empty I don’t let go. I lean in and kiss her instead, shoving the last of it into her throat with my tongue. She moans into me, broken and wet, and I feel her hips jerk up against mine like she can’t help it.
He laughs above us. “Look at that. This slut likes being a cum dumpster. Say thank you, princess ”
I break the kiss just long enough to whisper against her swollen lips, “You’re welcome, Alex.”
Alex’s Perspective
I knew it was coming. I saw his balls draw up, saw Lucy’s throat bulding as he started to unload. I knew what he’d make her do next. I’ve always known.
But knowing and feeling are different things.
Lucy’s hand is iron on my jaw. Her eyes are wild when she forces my mouth open. And then it happens: the first hot spurt lands heavy on my tongue, followed by a flood. It’s thicker than I expected, almost choking, tasting like shame … and him.
Some of it spills out immediately, sliding down my neck, between my breasts. I want to spit, want to cry, but his voice is right there in my ear:
“Swallow every drop or I’ll make her do it again. And next time she’ll hold it longer.”
So I swallow. Over and over, gulping down the proof of how low I’ve fallen while Lucy watches like she’s memorizing every second. When she kisses me, Her tongue pushes the last of it into me, smears it across my teeth, claims every corner of my mouth.
I’m shaking so hard my knees ache against the floor, but my clit is throbbing like it has its own heartbeat. I hate that most of all.
She pulls back just enough to look at me. There’s cum on her lower lip as she smiles.
“Look at that. This slut likes being a cum dumpster. Say thank you, princess ” his voice reminded me of his existence
My voice is barely air. “Thank you, Lucy.”
She strokes my cheek with the same hand that just held his cum, smearing it across my skin.