A criminal case

The threats

Three weeks ago, I was tearfully begging someone to help me find my "husbands" wedding ring. Now, here we are, with his friends a room away, talking about my gigantic lie.

"You told me you were married, and that you were hiring me!" He whispered.

"I lied, and I mostly lied!" I whispered back, knowing he couldn't escalate the situation. 

"Oh, great. You know, I thought you were a good person. I'm turning you into the police, you know!" He ripped his arm away from my grip, where I clutched it.

"I wouldn't do that." I said, suddenly serious.

"And why not?" He asked, leaning down towards me, sneering.

"Because I will paralyse you. And then, with only your eyes still moving, I'll torture you." I knew what play I had to make next, if he fell for my bait.

"And how will you torture me If I'm unable to feel pain? I don't have a girlfriend, or anybody else you can use." He smirked, thinking he'd won.

"Well, then. I guess I'll just have to ensure that you're dick is so hard before you're paralysed that it hurts, and afterwards, I'll fuck myself on it so that you feel like you're going to explode from not feeling anything. You won't feel anything down there, yeah, but you'll still be able to think. And all you'll think about once you're better is how you missed the feeling of me, pounding myself on you." I spoke slowly, watchihng his eyes widen and his breathing speed up slightly. I glanced down, spotting his now-hard bulge. 

"Well, then, I'll have to take revenge. I'll find you, and do it back to you. And I won't let you have the pleasure of not feeling it. I'll make sure you feel it so much, so constantly, that you collapse, in a writhing, moaning, drooling mess of cum." He eventually retaliates. I feel something in my stomach, signaling that I'm reacting to his words. 

"Prove it." I say, breathing hotly on his ear. Suddenly, I'm against the wall, my shirt is over my head, and I'm in just my bra. He sucks on my mouth like a vaccuum, kissing me desperately. He struggles to even unzip my jean shorts, and getting them down is even worse. I kick them off while he plunges a hand into my underwear, the other getting to work on his own clothing. I pull away just long enough to take off his shirt, then latch onto his neck, kissing like he's air and I'm drowning. 

"Mmm, more, please, God, more!" He mumbles, taking off his jeans, letting me palm his bulge, his own fingers inside me. We hump against each other's hands, intent on getting more friction and pleasure. 

"Fuck. Me." I gasp, taking a breath, then licking up his chin, then down his stomach. He stops me, lifts me easily, and yanks my panties aside, dropping his boxers enough to allow his dick to be released. 

"I want to pound you into next week you liar." He says, aware that my pussy is wet enough that he doesn't need anything else. 

"No condoms! Just you!" I beg, struggling to reach his dick with my private area.

"Deal, little lying bitch." He uses it like a command, like I need to prove that I'm not. 

"Yes, yes, please, yes!" I scream, and he doesn't even care. His friend comes in, spots us, and gulps. 

"You like him seeing this, don't you? Don't bother lying, I can feel it." His dick thrusting easily in and out, my legs quivering like a baby deer's, arms around each other, and I'm staring at his friend like he's a piece of meat. 

The man I'm riding calls to his friend to help him, and then I'm on the floor, on carpet, looking up at both of them. 

"More, please, fuck me more!" I cry, arching my back. 

"Yeah, we will. But we need to get him ready first, for your gorgeous body." He licks my stomach, sucking my boob, then pulls away, leaving me feeling hollow. 

His friend starts getting undressed, and he's already hard. I stare hungrily at them both, rubbing frantically at myself. 

"No. No, only we can do that." He says, coming back over to begin fucking me all over again. His friend goes behind him and starts doing something that makes my man's face go slack, moans spilling out of his wide open mouth, and he starts thrusting into me without moving himself. 

"Move, move, move!" I chant it like it's the most important thing in the world, and he listens, thrusting in time with his friend's rythm. The doubled power makes me feel like I'm going to orgasm in five seconds flat.

'Unghg!' I gasp, throwing my head back, shoulders shaking. They keep going, letting me cum three times before pulling out. His friend keeps going, though, right into his ass. I move over to suck his full to bursting dick. It fits into my throat and I hum to bipass my gag reflex.

We keep going for what feels like hours, switching around, until they leave me in a spare bedroom, where we'd eventually migrated, feeling like I'd just run fifteen miles.