18. Dom
I’mballs deep in Mackenzie’s ass before I stop pushing in. I can feel Tino pressing against me through the thin bit of skin separating us. I’m sweating with the effort not to hammer into her. I want to make her come so hard that she soaks Tino with her release.
I’m aware of Kirill watching, jerking himself off slowly. He won’t let himself come until we’re done, and then he’ll do his freaky shit.
We all have our own tastes, but his are a mystery to me. To each their own, I think as Tino flexes inside her, making Mackenzie moan and whimper.
“Stroke your clit for us, baby,” he says.
Mackenzie reaches down and plays with herself. She starts off slow, but as we both begin to move in her, setting up a rhythm, she speeds up. Soon, she’s panting and strumming her clit with a desperation that makes me want to blow my load. I won’t come until Tino does, though.
He won’t get the better of me in this battle. I’m too much of a control freak to come first. Still, it’s fucking hard holding off. My spine is tingling with that warning sign of what is to come. Shit. She’s too fucking hot. I lose all control around this woman.
I grit my teeth and try to hold off as my balls slap against her ass.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, my God. Ooooooh.” Mackenzie wails like a goddamn animal as she clenches around me so hard I see stars.
She comes, and comes, and comes. I curse, unable to hold off any longer, and fill her ass with spurt after spurt.
Tino jerks under her, and his cock kicks deep inside her. He’s losing it too, filling her.
The fact that we’re both coming deep inside her, our cocks only separated by a thin bit of skin, has me pushing more of my release out.
The air stinks of sex.
This thing between us is too much. We’re going to get burned. I know it, but I can’t stop it. How can I turn my back on this? It would be insane to walk away from it.
We only get one go on this screwed up ball of mud, and if I can find pleasure like this during my go-round, why the hell would I put a stop to it?
I should, though. If I knew what was good for me.
It’s too intense. Too fucked up. Too fucking much.
Mackenzie collapses forward, and I slide out of her. She lies with her upper body on Tino, both of them breathing hard.
I slap her ass lazily and stuff my still sensitive dick back in my pants.
“Get her up and on her hands and knees,” Kirill demands, his voice rough.
“Do it yourself,” I say as I stagger to the chair and collapse on it.
I’m far too fucked-out to be lifting Mackenzie right now.
Kirill marches over to her and lifts her gently from Tino. Tino grunts but doesn’t protest. He’s as satiated as me, it seems.
Kirill places Mackenzie on the fucking table, on her hands and knees.
“Not the table. We have to eat off of it,” Tino says.
“I’ll clean it, asshole.” Kirill runs his hands up and down Mackenzie’s back.
“Let’s see what a mess they’ve made of you, Duchess.”
I watch him as he spreads her ass, and her abused, stretched hole has my cock twitching to life again. I didn’t think I had anything else in me, but this woman makes me crazy.
“Pretty,” Kirill says. He dips the tip of his finger inside her, and she moans. “Don’t worry, pretty baby, I’m only taking a look.”
He’s fucking depraved. I think cutting myself is way healthier and more normal than the freaky shit Kirill is into.
Tino’s secret recording habit is fucked up, too.
Mackenzie moans and drops her head, so it hangs between her shoulders, her hair covering her features.
“Want to come again?” Kirill asks.
“I can’t,” she says.
“Just a gentle one. I’ll use my fingers and make it all better.”
He does, too. He fingerfucks her pussy, which squelches loudly with Tino’s cum, until her legs start trembling. She comes with soft moans this time. Then Kirill holds her ass wide and grabs hold of his cock. He’s so turned on it’s almost purple at the head.
He pumps himself a few times and groans. “Not going to last. Going to cover you, Duchess. Make you a filthy, cum-filled and cum-covered mess.”
She doesn’t answer. Kirill’s thighs tense, and he swears as he comes in thick ropes all over Mackenzie’s asshole. He covers it in his seed until all I can see is him dripping down her crease.
When he’s done, he staggers back and admires his handiwork.
“She’s perfect,” he says. “Look at our filthy, little cum-slut now. This is something you should film, Tino.”
Tino laughs softly but doesn’t answer.
“No way,” Mackenzie groans softly.
She struggles to get off the table, and Kirill helps her down. He tips her face up and kisses her.
“Shall we make our doll perfect?” he asks. “Maybe a shower, and we can all help clean you up, and then wrap you in a fluffy robe and feed you ice cream.”
Her face lights up. It fucking lights up, as if she’s been given a dream come true.
I file this information away. Maybe our Duchess Doll needs lots of care and pampering along with her degradation and filth.
It’s not usually my way, but if it gets her to stay, I can play at being a nice guy for a few post-sex hours.
“You like that idea?” Kirill asks. “Let us make you all perfect again?”
“Yes, please,” she whispers.
I’m shocked to find my half hard cock is at full mast and aching again. Jesus, I find this hot? What the hell?
Who knew I was an aftercare slut? Maybe it’s only with her.
“Come on. We have a shower here, and we can wash you clean, dry you, and wrap you up. Then you can pick a movie.” Kirill kisses her forehead.
She beams at him and takes his hand as he leads her out of the main room to the bathroom at the back.
When I hear the water running, I turn to Tino, one brow raised.
He smirks. “That’s an interesting reaction.”
“Isn’t it just?”
“Maybe we need to make our dirty little doll our pretty little doll too? Pamper her? Spoil her?”
I laugh. “Then dirty her up all over again.”
“Works for me,” he says.
It works for me too. I think we might have found the secret key to unlock Mackenzie’s resistance.