“Bridesmaid's Bold Wedding Eve Confession”

It was the night before Ts wedding, she was sharing a suit, and a lot of champagne with her best friend and maid of honour R. R is Bi and has had almost secret crush on T for years, but has never Perused it as T is straight……. But all the talk of wedding night sex and the champagne is making her brave. Thinking this might be her last chance she is very bold T is shorter brunette, athletic but great curves. T loves sex, but is kind of submissive and gets turned in very easily and gets soaking wet. R is taller blonde very stacked, very sexually experienced, wild and some would say dirty.

The suite was a haze of champagne and giggles, the air thick with anticipation. Tsuit crumpled on the floor, T lay on the bed, her short brunette hair fanned out, dark eyeliner slightly smudged. She watched R pace, her blonde hair wild and free, glasses long forgotten. R's eyes kept drifting to T, lingering on her curves, her thighs. T's breath hitched as she felt R's gaze, a familiar warmth spreading between her legs. "You're drinking a lot," T commented, her voice soft, eyes already glazed from the champagne. "R?" R paused, her back to T, before turning slowly. "Just thinking," she murmured, her voice low and husky. T sat up, her camisole riding up to reveal her thighs. "About what?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of nervousness. R's eyes flashed, but she didn't answer. She climbed onto the bed, her body pressing down on T, her hands gripping T's wrists, pinning them above her head. T's breath hitched, her eyes widening in surprise. "R, what are you doing?" she whispered, her heart pounding. R leaned down, her lips brushing against T's ear. "I've wanted this for so long, T," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Just this once. Let me have this night." She feels T's pulse quicken under her lips. T's chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath coming in short gasps. R's hand trailed down T's arm, over her breast, tweaking her nipple through the thin fabric. T gasped, her back arching slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she whimpered, her body betraying her. R bit down gently on T's neck, her tongue soothing the spot. She feels T's pulse racing. "R, please," T whispered, but R just smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. "Shh," she murmured, her hand sliding lower, pushing up T's camisole. She wanted to make her come, but wanted T to ask for it first. Her fingers dipped into T's wetness. R smirked at the feel of how wet T already was. "You're so ready, T," she whispered, her fingers moving slowly, spreading T's slickness. "You're making me feel things," T moaned, her breath hitching as R's fingers curled inside her. "I can't..." R pulled back to lock eyes with T, who was watching her with glazed, lustful eyes. "Let me make you feel good, T. I promise, you'll love it. Imagine me, my toys, my tongue, making you come. Imagine me forcing you to beg for more. Just you, me, and toys. No one else. And all of it, completely secret." Her voice was soft, seductive, a low purr that sent shivers down T's spine. She wanted T to accept her, to let her in. "You want to make me come with toys?" T's voice was breathy, her cheeks flushed. She was on the edge, R could feel it. R nodded, her fingers moving faster, pushing T closer to the edge. "I want to make you come so hard, you forget your own name. I want to make you scream, T. I want to make you mine." T's eyes widened, but she didn't protest. Instead, she just nodded, her hips rocking against R's hand. R smiled, her fingers moving faster, pushing T closer to the edge. She knew she had her. Tonight was just the beginning. T was hers, completely and utterly, and R planned on taking full advantage.

T is very hesitant ….. clearly aroused about confused, and worried about cheating on the Eve of her wedding

R could feel T's hesitation, the war within her. She could see the conflict in T's eyes, the struggle between desire and loyalty. But R was relentless, her fingers moving expertly, her body pressing down on T, leaving no room for escape. She knew she had the upper hand, and she planned to use it. R tightened her grip on T's wrists, her voice dropping to a low, commanding whisper. "You're mine tonight, T. You can fight it all you want, but your body knows what it wants. You're soaking wet for me, T. Your body is begging for it. Just let go." T whimpered, her body arching against R's touch. She could feel her resolve weakening, her body betraying her. She was torn between the guilt of cheating on the eve of her wedding and the overwhelming desire that R was stirring within her. She knew she should stop this, but her body was screaming for more. With R's other hand, she uncorked a bottle of lube, and drizzled it onto her fingers, and on T's body. R's fingers slid out of T, and rubbed the lube onto T's clit. T moaned loudly, throwing her head back. R smiled, knowing she had her now. "You like that, don't you?" R murmured, her fingers circling T's clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. She could feel T's body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was close, so close. But R wanted more. She wanted T to beg. "R, please," T whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "Please, don't stop." R leaned down, her lips brushing against T's ear. "Beg for it, T," she whispered, her voice low and commanding. "Beg for me to make you come. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to use my toys on you. Tell me you want to be my good little slut." T hesitated, her body trembling with need. She could feel the orgasm building, her body screaming for release. But she couldn't bring herself to say the words. She was too ashamed, too guilty. But R was patient, her fingers moving expertly, pushing T closer to the edge. "Say it, T," R murmured, her voice soft but firm. "Say you want it. Say you want me to make you come. Say you want to be my good little slut." T took a deep, shaky breath, her body trembling with need. She knew she should stop this, but her body was begging for more. She was so close, so close to the edge. And R knew it. She could see it in T's eyes, the conflict, the desire, the need. "I... I want it," T whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want you to make me come. I want... I want to be your good little slut."

R didn’t know , but the way she had T pinned with her hands over her head is exactly how her hubby to be likes to fuck her

R's eyes flashed with triumph at T's admission, but she didn't let up. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted T to drown in her desires, to forget everything else but the pleasure she was giving her. She could hear T's breath hitch as she moved her fingers back to T's soaked entrance, teasing her, making her wait. She wanted to hear her beg again. "I thought I’d never hear you say that," R whispered, her voice thick with lust. She rubbed her thumb against T's clit, making her gasp. "But now that you've said it, I want to hear it again. Beg me, T. Beg me to use my toys on you. Beg me to make you come like you've never come before." T's body writhed beneath her, her hips bucking against R's hand. "Please, R," she moaned, her voice a mix of desperation and need. "Please use your toys on me. Make me come. I need it. I need you." R smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. She reached for her bag, pulling out a sleek, black vibrator. She turned it on, the low hum filling the room. T's eyes widened as she saw it, her body tensing in anticipation. R leaned down, her lips brushing against T's ear. "You're going to love this, T," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. She trailed the vibrator down T's body, letting it buzz against her skin, making her shiver. She circled it around T's nipples, making her arch her back, her mouth opening in a silent moan. R smiled, knowing she had her exactly where she wanted her. She moved the vibrator lower, teasing T's entrance, making her beg for more. Then, she slid it inside, making T cry out, her body clenching around it. "Fuck, R," T moaned, her body bucking against the vibrator. "That feels... that feels so good." R smirked, her fingers finding T's clit again, circling it, applying just the right amount of pressure. She could feel T's body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was close, so close. But R wanted more. She wanted T to scream her name, to beg for mercy. She wanted her completely undone. She leaned down, her lips brushing against T's. "Come for me, T," she whispered, her voice low and commanding. "Come for me like the good little slut you are. Scream my name, T. Let everyone know who owns you tonight." T's body tensed, her back arching, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she came, her body convulsing around the vibrator. Her nails dug into R, leaving deep crescent moons on her skin. Her hips bucked wildly as R held her captive, and forced T to ride through the waves of her orgasm. R watched, her eyes never leaving T's face, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She knew she had her. Tonight was just the beginning. T was hers, completely and utterly, and R planned on taking full advantage.

As T's orgasm subsided, her body went limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps. R slowly pulled the vibrator out, turning it off and setting it aside. She could see the sheen of sweat on T's forehead, the flush of her cheeks, the glazed look in her eyes. She had been thoroughly claimed. But R wasn't done yet. She had more in store for T, more ways to push her, to make her beg, to make her scream. She reached back into her bag, this time pulling out a set of metal clamps connected by a thin chain. T's eyes widened as she saw them, a mix of fear and excitement flickering in her gaze. "I thought you enjoyed your first orgasm, but I know you can do better," R said, her voice a low purr. "These are going to make you feel incredible. Trust me." She leaned down, capturing one of T's nipples in her mouth, sucking and biting until it was hard and sensitive. Then, she attached the clamp, making T hiss in pain. R soothed the spot with her tongue before moving to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. T's body was trembling by the time R attached the second clamp, the chain swaying lightly between her breasts. "I want you to feel this, T," R murmured, her fingers trailing down T's body, tracing the chain. "I want you to feel every inch of me, every toy, every sensation. I want you to feel owned." R moved down T's body, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She could feel T's body tensing, anticipating her touch. She reached the apex of T's thighs, her tongue flicking out, tasting her. T moaned, her hips bucking against R's face. R smiled, her hands gripping T's thighs, holding her in place. "You taste fucking delicious, T," R murmured, her tongue delving deeper, exploring every crevice, every fold. She could feel T's body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was close again, so close. But R wanted more. She wanted T to beg, to scream, to lose control completely. She reached into her bag again, this time pulling out a small, bullet-shaped vibrator. She turned it on, the low hum filling the room. T's eyes widened as she saw it, her body tensing in anticipation. R smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. She pressed the vibrator against T's clit, making her cry out, her body bucking wildly. She could feel R's fingers inside her, stretching her, preparing her for more. Her body moved against the toys, and the chained clamps on her nipples. She was a mess.

After cuming the first time t was ashamed of what she had done, but the nipple clamps were filling her with new confusing sensations as her best friends head slid between her soon to be married thighs

T's mind raced, a whirlwind of shame and arousal. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so utterly alive. The cool metal of the clamps dug into her flesh, the chain swaying with every ragged breath she took. She could still feel the echoes of her first orgasm, her body humming with an insatiable hunger. R's tongue was relentless, her movements precise and deliberate. She lapped at T's sensitive flesh, her breath hot and moist against her skin. T squirmed, trying to escape the intensity, but R's grip on her thighs was unbending, keeping her firmly in place. "R... oh god, R..." T moaned, her hips jerking as the bullet vibrator buzzed against her clit. The sensation was almost too much, a sharp, electric jolt that sent sparks shooting through her nerves. She could feel another orgasm building, a rushing tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to drown her. R looked up, her eyes meeting T's. They were wild, feral, filled with a dark hunger that sent a shiver down T's spine. "That's it, T," R purred, her voice thick with lust. "Let go. Scream for me. I want to hear you." T's body tensed, her back arching as the pleasure peaked. She screamed, a raw, primal sound that filled the room. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching around the fingers that filled her, the vibrator that buzzed against her clit. She could feel the chain between her nipples tugging, the clamps biting into her flesh, adding a sharp edge of pain to the overwhelming pleasure. As the waves of her orgasm began to subside, T's body went limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps. R slowly pulled her fingers out, turning off the vibrator and setting it aside. She could see the sheen of sweat on T's forehead, the flush of her cheeks, the glazed look in her eyes. She had been thoroughly claimed, and yet, R knew she wasn't done with her. Not by a long shot. "So beautiful," R murmured, her fingers tracing the chain that connected the clamps. She leaned down, her lips brushing against T's ear. "But I want more, T. I want you to scream again. I want you to beg for it. I want you to be a good little slut for me." She moved to the foot of the bed. Then she pressed T’s thighs apart, gripping them to hold her open to the room. She reached for her bag, pulling out a long, thick dildo. It was shiny black, with a slight curve that she knew would hit all the right spots. T's eyes widened as she saw it, her body tensing in a mix of fear and excitement. R smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips as she ran it up T’s naked leg. I want you to feel every inch of me, T. Every toy, every sensation. I want you to feel owned. Now, you're going to watch." R turned, grinning wickedly as she slid the toy between her legs. She started to fuck herself with it, letting it slide in and out with a wet slapping sound that was obscenely loud in the silent room. T watched, her eyes wide with shock and arousal. The chain between R's tits swung as she fucked the toy in and out of herself, her breathing ragged and wet. T could feel her own arousal building again, her body responding to the erotic sight before her. R moaned softly, her hips bucking as she fucked herself harder, the dildo glistening with her wetness. She looked at T, her eyes filled with hunger and lust. "You like that, don't you, T?" she asked, her voice a low purr. "You like watching me fuck myself with this big, thick toy. You wish it was you, don't you? You wish it was your pussy stretched around it, your body taking every inch of it." She was so turned on by this display of forced cheating. T's breath hitched, her body trembling as she nodded, her eyes never leaving R's. She felt ashamed again of what she was feeling, but then R made her feel something else. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I do. I wish it was mine." But deep down, she knew that her wish was more. She wanted more than just the dildo. She wanted to be claimed by it, to be filled by it, to be owned by it. And she wanted R to make her beg for it.

As R fucks herself with the huge toy, she periodically yanks on the chain clamped to Ts hard nipples.

R's hips moved in a steady rhythm, the dildo sliding in and out of her with ease. She moaned, her head thrown back, her body glistening with sweat. Every few thrusts, she would reach down, her fingers gripping the chain that connected the clamps on T's nipples. She yanked it sharply, making T gasp in pain, her back arching off the bed. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, her body clenching in response. "Fuck," T hissed, her fingers digging into the sheets as she tried to keep her body still. The pain from the clamps was intense, but it was mixed with a pleasure so profound it made her head spin. She could feel her body responding, her hips bucking slightly, seeking more. R smiled, her eyes gleaming with lust and power. "You like that, don't you?" she purred, yanking the chain again, harder this time. T cried out, her body convulsing as the pain and pleasure mixed together, creating a sensation that was almost unbearable. "You like it when I hurt you, don't you? You like it when I make you feel things you've never felt before." T's breath came in short, sharp gasps. Her body was trembling, her muscles tense as she tried to process the overwhelming sensations. She could feel another orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing with each yank of the chain, each thrust of R's hips. She was so close, so incredibly close. But she knew what R wanted. She wanted her to beg, to scream, to lose control completely. "Yes," T whimpered, her voice a ragged whisper. "Yes, I like it. I like it when you hurt me. I like it when you make me feel like this. I like it when you own me, R. I like it when you make me your little slut." R's smile widened, her eyes flaring with triumph. She yanked the chain one more time, hard enough to make T scream, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. She rode the waves of pleasure, her body shuddering, her muscles clenching around nothing, her mind a whirlwind of sensation and need. She could feel the chain digging into her flesh, the clamps biting into her nipples, adding a sharp edge of pain to the overwhelming pleasure. As T's orgasm began to subside, R pulled the dildo out of herself, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She crawled up T's body, her eyes locked onto hers. She could see the glazed look in her eyes, the flush of her cheeks, the sheen of sweat on her forehead. She had been thoroughly claimed, and R knew she was far from done with her. She reached up, her fingers unclasping the chain, the clamps falling away, leaving T's nipples raw and sensitive. Then she leaned down, her lips brushing against T's ear. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "But we're not done yet. Not by a long shot." She reached into her bag, pulling out a longer, thicker toy. "Now, you're going to take every inch of this."

T's eyes widened as R held up the monstrous toy, the length and girth of it making her heart pound in her chest. She knew it was going to be brutal, that it would stretch her, fill her in a way she had never felt before. But she also knew she wanted it, craved it in a dark, primal part of her. "You've never taken something this big before, have you?" R purred, running a hand up T's thigh, her touch leaving a trail of fire. "Look at it, T. It's going to fill you completely. It's going to make you scream." T's breath hitched as she looked at the toy. It was enormous, the black surface glossy and intimidating. She could feel her body responding, her pussy clenching at the thought of being stretched, filled. She was terrified, but she was also achingly aroused. R smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. "That's right, T. You're going to take every inch of this. You're going to be a good little slut for me and take it all." She reached for the lube, squirting a generous amount onto her fingers. She then began to prepare T, her fingers sliding into her, stretching her, making her gasp and moan. T could feel her body relaxing, her muscles loosening as R's fingers worked their magic. "You're so tight, T," R murmured, her voice thick with lust. "But you're going to take this, aren't you? You're going to take it all for me." T nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the head of the toy pressing against her entrance, the cold, hard surface a stark contrast to the heat of her body. She tensed, her body resisting the intrusion, but R's hand on her thigh was firm, holding her in place. "Relax, T," R commanded, her voice stern. "Take a deep breath and push out. Let it in." T did as she was told, her body relaxing as she pushed out, the head of the toy slipping inside her. She gasped, the sensation of being stretched, filled, almost too much to bear. But R was relentless, her hands on T's hips, guiding her, pushing her to take more. "Good girl," R purred, her eyes locked onto T's. "That's it. Take it all. Take every inch of it." T could feel the toy sliding deeper, the stretch intense, the burn almost unbearable. But there was pleasure too, a deep, throbbing pleasure that made her hips buck, made her moan. She could feel herself being opened, being claimed, and it was intoxicating. R's hands were on her thighs, her fingers digging into her flesh as she pushed the toy deeper, inch by agonizing inch. T could feel the chain dangling from her raw, sensitive nipples, but she barely noticed as she was filled with the huge black toy. She writhed, and the chain swung from her body and dangled over her, pulled by her movements. She panted, her body convulsing as the toy slipped deeper, the stretch intense, the burn almost too much to bear. But there was pleasure too. She moaned, the sound raw and primal, her body shaking with the effort of taking it all. "You're doing so well, T," R moaned, her voice thick with lust. "You're taking it all. You're being such a good little slut for me." R's words were like fuel to the fire, her body responding, her hips bucking as she took more of the toy, her pussy stretching to accommodate its massive size. She could feel every ridge, every vein, the cold, hard surface a stark contrast to the heat of her body. She was filled, completely and utterly filled, and it was the most intense sensation she had ever felt. And she knew that she wanted more.

T is so aroused she can’t keep her secret any more, and as R fucks her she is shocked as T starts telling her about the time she fucked two huge hung black guys

"You know, R," T gasped, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you. Something I've done before." R paused, the toy halfway inside T, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh, really? And what's that, my little slut?" she asked, her voice a low purr. T's breath hitched as she panted, her body trembling with the effort of taking the massive toy. "There were two of them," she confessed, her voice a ragged whisper. "Two huge, black guys. They were both so big, so thick. I've never been so filled before. Never been so stretched." R's eyes widened in shock, but her grip on T's hips tightened, pushing the toy deeper. "Is that so?" she growled, her voice thick with lust and surprise. "And what did you do with these two big, black guys, hmm?" T moaned, her hips bucking as the toy slid deeper, the stretch intense. "They fucked me," she admitted, her voice breathless. "They fucked me so hard, so deep. They took me together, one after the other. I've never felt so used, so owned. You’d hate it." R's breath hitched, her eyes flaring with a mix of anger and arousal. "You let them use you like that?" she hissed, her voice a dangerous growl. "You let them fuck you like a little slut?" T nodded, her body writhing as the toy filled her completely. "Yes," she moaned. "Yes, I did. I let them use me. I let them fuck me. I begged for it, R. I begged for every inch of their big, black cocks. I begged for them to fill me, to stretch me, to make me their little slut." A wave of pleasure and anger washed over R's face. Her eyes narrowed. "You're mine, T," she snarled, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "You're my little slut. No one else's. Only I get to use you like this. Only I get to fill you, to stretch you, to make you scream. You get it?" T nodded, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. "Yes, R," she whimpered. "Yes, I understand. I'm yours. Only yours. I'm your little slut. Your fuck toy. Your plaything." R's grip on T's hips tightened, her fingers digging into her flesh as she began to move the toy, sliding it in and out of her in slow, deliberate thrusts. "That's right, T," she growled. "You're mine. And I'm going to remind you of that. I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you'll forget all about those other guys. You'll forget all about anyone but me. You understand?" T nodded, her body convulsing as the toy slid in and out of her, the stretch intense, the pleasure overwhelming. "Yes, R," she moaned. "Yes, I understand. I'm yours. Only yours. Fuck me, R. Fuck me hard. Make me scream. Make me beg. Make me yours."

R leaned in, her breath hot on T's ear. "You fucked two black guys? You let them fill you up like this?" She pulled the toy out slightly, then thrust it back in, making T gasp. "Tell me more. I need details, you little whore. I need to know exactly how they used you." She increased the pace, the toy slamming into T with a wet, obscene sound. T's body jerked with each thrust, her breaths coming in ragged moans. "They... they took me together," T panted. "One in my pussy, the other in my ass. They stretched me so wide, so deep. I could barely take it. But I did. I took every inch of them." R's eyes flared with a dark hunger. "And what did you do? How did you take them both?" She reached down, rubbing T's clit roughly, making her hips buck. "Oh god," T cried out, her body shaking. "I rode them. I bounced on their cocks, taking them deep. They filled me so completely. I could feel every vein, every pulse. They made me scream, R. They made me scream so loud." R's grip on T's hips tightened, her fingers bruising. "Did you come for them, T?" she snarled. "Did you come all over their big, black cocks?" T nodded, her body convulsing with pleasure. "Yes," she moaned. "Yes, I did. I came so hard. I squirted all over them. They loved it. They loved making me their little fuck toy." R's breath hitched, her eyes flashing with a mix of lust and rage. "You fucking slut," she growled. "You let them use you like that? You let them make you come?" "We made them wear condoms, they were clean. They used me all night. They fucked me in every way imaginable. I was so bruised and sore the next day, but I loved it. I craved it. I craved them," T admitted, her voice breathless. "I begged for more. I begged for them to fill me, to stretch me, to make me their little slut. And they did. They did it all. They made me scream. They made me come. They made me theirs." R's body trembled with a mix of anger and arousal. "You're mine, T," she snarled, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "You're my little slut. No one else's. Only I get to use you like this. Only I get to fill you, to stretch you, to make you scream." R pulled the toy all the way out, making T cry out in protest. But before T could react, R flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. She pushed T's face down into the mattress, her ass high in the air. R spat on her fingers, rubbing them against T's tight little hole. "You want to be a slut for them? You want to be their little fuck toy?" she growled, pushing a finger into T's ass. T moaned, pushing back against R's finger. "Yes," she whimpered. "Yes, I do. I want to be their slut. I want to be their fuck toy." R added another finger, stretching T's ass, making her moan loudly. "Well, you're mine first," R snarled. "I'm going to remind you of that. I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you'll forget all about those other guys. You understand me, T?" T nodded, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. "Yes, R," she whimpered. "Yes, I understand. I'm yours. Only yours. I'm your little slut. Your fuck toy. Your plaything. I want you to use me just like they did. Make me scream. Make me beg. Make me yours."

R is so wildly turned on now she more aggressive. T respondes positively …… R is discovering a whole new side of her friend as she loves it

R's breath came in ragged gasps, her body shaking with a primal intensity. She withdrew her fingers, grabbing the lube and coating them liberally. She pressed three fingers back into T's ass, stretching her wider, making her cry out. "You want to be filled like that again, you little slut?" R growled, her voice thick with lust. "You want to be stretched and used?" T nodded vigorously, her face mashed into the mattress. "Yes," she moaned. "Yes, I do. I want it all. I want to be your little fuck toy. Use me, R. Use me hard." R's eyes narrowed, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She reached for the largest dildo in her collection, slicking it with lube. She pressed the tip against T's ass, pushing slowly, inch by inch, until T was fully impaled. T's body shook with the invasion, her moans filling the room. "You like that, don't you?" R snarled, grabbing a handful of T's hair and pulling her head back. "You like being filled like a little whore?" "Yes," T cried out, her body writhing. "Yes, I do. I love it. I love being your whore. I love being used by you." R's grip tightened, pulling T's hair harder. "Good," she hissed. "Because I'm going to use you. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name. I'm going to make you scream, make you beg, make you come so hard you black out." R started to move, her hips slamming against T's ass, the dildo sliding in and out with wet, obscene sounds. T's body jerked with each thrust, her moans turning into screams. R's free hand reached around, slapping T's pussy, making her buck and scream even louder. She slapped her again, and again, each strike making T's body convulse with pleasure and pain. "Oh god, R," T screamed. "Oh fuck, yes. Yes, use me. Fuck me. Make me your little slut. Make me come. Please, make me come." R's breath hitched, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal. She reached down, rubbing T's clit roughly, her fingers slick with T's juices. "Come for me, T," she snarled. "Come all over my hand. Come like the little slut you are." T's body convulsed, her screams filling the room as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. R's fingers kept rubbing, drawing out her pleasure, making her scream and beg for more. R's own body shook with the intensity of her arousal, her eyes flashing with a wild, untamed hunger. She discovered a whole new side of her friend, and she loved it. She loved the power, the control, the raw, primal intensity of it all. She loved making T scream, making her beg, making her come. She loved being the one in control, the one who used and owned. And she knew, in that moment, that she would never let T go. She would never let her be anyone's but hers.

R starts tormenting T; teasing her how she is going use her so bad her husband to be won’t recognise her body on the wedding night …..

R leaned down, her lips brushing against T's ear. "You think he's going to recognize this body on your wedding night?" she whispered, her voice a low, menacing growl. "You think he's going to know what to do with you after I'm done with you?" T's body tensed, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. "What do you mean?" she panted, her voice barely audible. R chuckled, a dark, cruel sound. "I mean, I'm going to use you, T. I'm going to use you so hard, so rough, he'll never know what hit you. I'm going to stretch you, fill you, make you scream so loud, he'll hear you from miles away." She reached down, grabbing the vibrator from the nightstand. She turned it on, the hum filling the room, a low, insistent buzz. She pressed it against T's clit, making her body jerk and convulse. "I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll pass out. And when you wake up, I'll do it all over again. I'll use every toy I have on you. I'll use my fingers, my tongue, my cock. I'll use everything I have to make you mine. To make you scream. To make you beg." R increased the pressure on the vibrator, making T's body shake and convulse. "I'm going to make you my little fuck toy, T. My little slut. My plaything. I'm going to use you so hard, so rough, so brutally, you'll never be the same. You'll never want anyone else. You'll never need anyone else. You'll be mine. Completely and utterly mine." She reached down, grabbing a handful of T's hair and pulling her head back. "And when he tries to touch you, to fuck you, you'll remember me. You'll remember how I used you, how I filled you, how I made you scream. And you'll know, deep down, that you're mine. That you'll always be mine." She grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount onto T's ass, sliding the dildo back and forth, in and out, making her scream and beg for more. She slapped her ass, making her body jerk and convulse. "You ready for this, T?" she snarled. "You ready to be mine? To be my little slut, my little fuck toy, my plaything?" T nodded, her body shaking with anticipation. "Yes," she moaned. "Yes, I'm ready. I'm yours, R. Completely and utterly yours. Use me. Make me scream. Make me beg."

R grabbed T's hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. She lined up the head of her favorite strap-on, the largest one in her collection. She pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching as T's body stretched to accommodate her. T's moans filled the room, a mix of pain and pleasure, her body trembling with anticipation. "Fuck, you're tight," R growled, her voice thick with lust. She leaned down, her breath hot on T's ear. "You feel that, slut? You feel how I'm stretching you, filling you? You're going to take every inch of me, and you're going to love it." She pulled back slightly, then thrust forward, her hips slapping against T's ass. T cried out, her body jerking with the force of the thrust. R did it again, and again, each time harder, faster, deeper. T's moans turned into screams, her body convulsing with each impact. R reached down, grabbing the vibrator again. She pressed it against T's clit, the buzz filling the room, a low, insistent hum. T's body shook, her screams turning into incoherent babble. R smiled, a cruel, satisfied smirk. She was in control, and she loved every second of it. She increased the speed of her thrusts, her hips slamming against T's ass, the room filling with the sound of wet, obscene slaps. T's body was slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. R could feel her own orgasm building, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She leaned down, her teeth grazing T's earlobe. "Come for me, T," she snarled. "Come all over my cock. Show me how much you love being my little slut." R's fingers found T's clit, rubbing it roughly, the vibrator still buzzing against her sensitive flesh. T's body convulsed, her scream filling the room as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. R's own body responded, her hips moving faster, her thrusts deeper, as she chased her own release. "You're mine, T," R growled, her voice a low, menacing growl. "Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to make scream. You'll never be the same after this. You'll never want anyone else. You'll be mine. Completely and utterly mine."

R grabbed a fistful of T's hair, yanking her head back sharply. "You hear that, bitch?" she snarled. "You like this, don't you? You like being fucked like a dog in heat." She pushed T down hard, forcing her ass up higher. T's breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and exhilaration. R's hand came down hard on T's ass, the smack echoing through the room. T yelped, her body jerking forward. "Answer me," R demanded, her voice cold and harsh. She rubbed her palm over the reddening mark on T's ass, soothing the sting slightly. "Tell me you like it." T panted, her body shaking. "Yes," she moaned. "Yes, I like it. I like being fucked like this. Like a... like a dog. Like a bitch in heat." R smiled cruelly, her fingers digging into T's hips. She pulled back, her cock sliding out almost all the way before thrusting forward again, hard and deep. T cried out, her body slamming against the bed. R set a punishing pace, her hips slapping against T's ass, the room filling with the wet, obscene sounds of their coupling. She reached down, grabbing the remote to the vibrator still buzzing against T's clit. She increased the speed, T's moans turning into desperate, needy cries. R's thrusts became wild, almost uncontrollable, her body slamming against T's with each powerful stroke. "Fuck, you're tight," R growled. "You feel that, slut? You feel how I'm using you? How I'm fucking you like the little bitch you are?" She leaned down, her teeth grazing T's shoulder. "You're mine, T. Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to make scream. You'll never be the same after this. You'll never want anyone else. You'll be mine. Completely and utterly mine." T's body convulsed, her screams filling the room as she came again, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. R's own body responded, her hips moving faster, her thrusts deeper, as she chased her own release. She pounded into T, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body slick with sweat. "Say it," R demanded, her voice a low, menacing growl. "Say you're mine." "I'm yours," T screamed, her body convulsing with another orgasm. "I'm yours, R. Completely and utterly yours. Use me. Fuck me. Make me scream. Make me beg."

R's grin stretched wide, her eyes burning with dominance. "Good girl," she purred, slowing her pace just enough to savor the moment. She reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube. She drizzled it over her cock, the cool liquid providing a slick contrast to their heated flesh. She then slid a finger down to T's ass, circling her tight hole before pressing in gently. T tensed slightly, her breath hitching. "Relax," R commanded, her voice a dark whisper. "You're going to take this just like you take my cock. You're going to be my perfect little slut, aren't you?" T nodded, her body trembling. "Yes," she whimpered. "Yes, I will. I'll take it all." R smiled, pushing her finger in deeper. She added another, stretching T slowly, relentlessly. T moaned, her body pushing back against R's hand, eager for more. R chuckled, a low, evil sound. "Greedy little bitch, aren't you?" she murmured, adding a third finger. She scissored her fingers, stretching T wide. T cried out, her body convulsing around the intrusion. R could feel T's muscles clenching, desperate for more. She pulled her fingers out, lining up the head of her cock with T's ass. "Beg for it," R demanded, her voice a harsh whisper. "Beg to be my little anal slut." T panted, her body shaking. "Please," she moaned. "Please, R. I want it. I want you to fuck my ass. I want to be your little anal slut." R grinned, a cruel, triumphant smile. She pressed the head of her cock against T's ass, feeling the tight ring of muscles resist before slowly giving way. She pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching as T's body stretched to accommodate her. T's moans filled the air, a mix of pain and pleasure.

R's grin twisted into a wicked sneer as she continued to push into T's ass, each inch a battle of dominance and submission. "Look at you, friend," she spat, her voice dripping with mockery and contempt. "So eager to take it all. So desperate to be used like a cheap little toy." She leaned down, her breath hot on T's ear. "You're a disgrace, T. A slutty, pathetic little whore. And I love it." T moaned, her body trembling as she took more of R into her ass. Her pussy gushed, the wetness coating her thighs and the bedsheets beneath her. The vibrator buzzed insistently against her clit, sending waves of electric pleasure through her body. She could feel every inch of R filling her, stretching her, owning her. "Fuck, you're tight," R groaned, her hips pressing flush against T's ass. She pulled back slightly, then thrust forward, a slow, deliberate movement that made T scream. "You feel that, slut? You feel how I'm filling you up? How I'm making you take every inch of my cock?" R reached down, grabbing a handful of T's hair and yanking her head back. She leaned down, her teeth grazing T's neck as she spoke. "You're cheating on him, T. You're fucking your best friend while he's out of town. And you love it. You love being a dirty, little cheat. You love being my slut." T's body convulsed, her screams filling the air as another orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy gushed even more, the wetness dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. R chuckled, a dark, evil sound. She pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, her hips slapping against T's ass. "You're mine, T," she growled, her voice a low, menacing rumble. "Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to make scream. You'll never be the same after this. You'll never want anyone else. You'll be mine. Completely and utterly mine. A cheating, slutty bitch who lives for my cock." T nodded, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. "Yes," she screamed. "Yes, I'm yours, R. I'm your little cheating slut. I live for your cock. I live to be used by you."

R can’t take it any more. She has to cum. She takes off he strap on and pushes ts head between her thighs

R's breath hitched, her body tensing as she reached her limit. She needed release, and she needed it now. With a harsh tug, she pulled out of T, leaving her gasping and empty. R quickly unbuckled the strap-on, letting it clatter to the floor. She didn't waste a second, flipping T over onto her back and shoving her thighs apart. "Open up, slut," R demanded, her voice ragged with need. She grabbed T's thighs, spreading her wide and exposing her glistening pussy. T's breath hitched, her eyes wide with anticipation as she saw R's intent. She complied, her body still trembling from the orgasm that had just ripped through her. R didn't need any more invitation, she dropped down, her mouth latching onto T's clit. She sucked hard, her tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive nub. T screamed, her body bucking as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. R's hands gripped her thighs tightly, holding her in place as she feasted, her moans vibrating against T's flesh. R slipped two fingers inside T, curling them expertly to hit that sweet spot inside. She knew the angle, knew the pressure, knew exactly how to manipulate T's body to get the reactions she wanted. T's screams filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain as R brought her to the brink of another orgasm. R could feel her own climax building, her body aching for release. She needed more. She needed T to cum around her fingers, to milk them dry. She increased the pressure, her fingers fucking T harder, faster. Her mouth never leaving T's clit, sucking and licking with a relentless intensity. T's body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as she came hard, her pussy clenching around R's fingers. The sight and feeling of T's release sent R over the edge. She moaned loudly, her body shaking as her orgasm hit. She rode out the waves of pleasure, her fingers slowing inside T as she came down from her high.

R holds ts head in both hands, pushing her down till her face is buried in Rs dripping desperate pussy

R's fingers left T's pussy, glistening with her juices. She quickly maneuvered up T's body, straddling her chest. Grabbing T's head with both hands, R pushed down firmly, burying T's face in her soaked pussy. "No breath," R commanded, her voice thick with lust. "You breathe through your cunt, slut. You breathe me in." T's muffled cries vibrated against R's flesh, sending shivers down her spine. R ground her hips down, smothering T with her wetness. She could feel T's tongue, desperate and eager, lapping at her slit, trying to find air. "Good girl," R purred, releasing some of the pressure but keeping T's face buried. She rocked her hips, using T's face for her pleasure. The sight of T's nose and mouth disappearing into her pussy was intoxicating. She felt powerful, dominant, and utterly in control. T's hands grasped at her thighs, nails digging into her skin, but R didn't ease up. She wanted T to struggle, to fight for breath, to beg for release. R reached down, grabbing a fistful of T's hair, using it to angle her head just right. She felt T's tongue flick against her clit, and she gasped, her body jerking. "Fuck, yes," she hissed, her hips moving faster. "Lick me, slut. Lick me like you mean it." T complied, her tongue working fervently, trying to please. R could feel another orgasm building, her body tensing as she chased her release. She tightened her grip on T's hair, using her face roughly, taking what she needed. "Cum for me," R demanded, her voice a low growl. "Cum on my face, you little cheater. Make me feel how much you love it."

R's hips moved faster, more urgently, as she rode T's face. The room filled with the sound of wet, slapping flesh and T's muffled moans. R's breath hitched as she felt her orgasm building, her body coiling tighter with each passing second. She could feel T's tongue, relentless and eager, working her clit with fervent strokes. "You're such a good little slut," R panted, her voice thick with lust. "You love this, don't you? You love choking on my pussy." T's muffled cries vibrated against her, sending electric shocks through her body. R grabbed a harsher handful of T's hair, pulling her head back slightly to change the angle, giving her deeper access to T's throat. She felt T gag slightly, and the sensation sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through her. R's body tensed, her muscles clenching as she reached the edge. "Fuck, yes," she screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. She ground her hips down hard, smothering T completely as she came, her juices flooding T's face. T struggled beneath her, but R held her firmly in place, riding out her orgasm, taking every last drop of pleasure from T's submissive body. As R came down from her high, she eased her grip, allowing T to take a ragged breath. But before T could fully catch her breath, R was already moving again. She slid down T's body, her eyes locked onto a drawer in the nightstand. She knew exactly what she was looking for. She pulled out a sleek, black dildo, its surface shiny and inviting. T's eyes widened as she saw it, her breath hitching in anticipation. R smirked, knowing exactly what T needed. She positioned herself between T's thighs, the cool tip of the dildo pressing against T's entrance. "You want this, don't you?" R asked, her voice a low purr. T nodded eagerly, her body already anticipating the invasion. R pushed the dildo inside, inch by inch, watching as T's mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure. She moved it slowly, tormenting T with the slow build of pleasure. "You're such a good little cheater," R whispered, leaning down to bite T's earlobe. "You love being forced to take every inch, don't you?" T nodded, her eyes glazed over with lust. R increased the pace, fucking T with the dildo, her other hand reaching up to pinch and twist T's nipples. T's body bucked beneath her, her moans filling the room as she chased her next orgasm. R could feel T's body tensing, her muscles clenching around the dildo as she neared her climax. "Cum for me, slut," R commanded, her voice a harsh whisper. "Cum around my toy like the good little whore you are." T's body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as she came hard, her pussy clenching around the dildo. The sight of T's release sent a fresh wave of lust through R, her body aching for more. She knew she was far from done with T tonight.

R decides she is going to push T as far as possible, she starts by tying he hands to the bed head …… then picking up the phone

R unbuckled a leather restraint from the bedpost, the cool metal clinking against the wooden frame. In a swift motion, she grabbed T's wrist, wrapping the leather around it tightly, securing it to the headboard. T watched with eager, wide eyes as R repeated the process with the other wrist. Now, T was spread out, completely at R's mercy, her arms stretched above her head. R leaned down, her breath hot on T's ear. "I want you to be completely open to me, T. I want to feel every inch of you, own every inch of you. And tonight, that's exactly what I'm going to do." She sat up, and reached for the phone on the bedside table. As she dialed a number, she leaned over T, her voice a sultry purr. "I think it's time for you to experience something new, slut. Something that will push you even further." She put the phone on speaker and held it up. "And I know just the person to help." She took a deep breath, and then spoke into the phone. "Hey. It's R. Look, I'm with T. And I need you over here right now. I want to see just how far she'll go for me. You know the drill." She hung up the phone and turned to T, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You see, T, I know you like to cheat. I know you like to be forced. And tonight, I'm going to give you exactly what you want. I'm going to push you to your limits, and watch as you beg for more. And my friend is going to help me do just that." She leaned down, her lips brushing against T's ear. "And who knows? Maybe you'll even enjoy it." R's body hummed with excitement as she waited, her eyes locked onto T's, watching as a mix of fear and anticipation danced in her eyes. She knew tonight was going to be one to remember. And she couldn't wait to see just how far T would go for her.

The room filled with a tense silence, broken only by the soft hum of the heating system. T's chest heaved, her breaths coming in short, excited gasps. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the door, waiting for the knock that would signal the arrival of R's mysterious friend. R, meanwhile, prowled around the room, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and domination. "You're so beautiful like this," R murmured, her fingers trailing lightly over T's bound wrists. "All open and ready for me." She leaned down, her tongue tracing a line up T's arm, making her shiver. "And so eager to please." T whimpered, her body writhing slightly against the restraints. She was already soaked, her thighs slick with her own arousal. R grinned, her hand sliding down T's stomach, her fingers dipping into her wetness. "Look at you," she purred. "You're dripping for me. You can't wait to be filled, can you?" Before T could respond, a sharp knock echoed through the room. R's head snapped up, her eyes locking onto the door. She stood up, her body tense with anticipation. She strutted over to the door, her hips swaying with each step. As she opened it, a tall, curvaceous woman stepped in, her eyes immediately locking onto T's bound form. She was dressed in a tight leather corset, her breasts spilling out of the top, and a pair of black leather pants that hugged her thighs. "Took you long enough," R said, her voice a low growl. The woman just smirked, her eyes never leaving T. "Looks like you've got quite the toy there, R," she said, her voice a sultry purr. She walked over to the bed, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. She reached out, her fingers tracing a line down T's cheek, her thumb brushing against her lips. "And she's all tied up and ready for us." T's breath hitched, her body tensing as the woman's fingers trailed down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. She shivered as the woman's touch sent electric shocks through her body, her nipples hardening into tight buds. The woman leaned down, her teeth grazing T's earlobe. "You like this, don't you, slut?" she whispered. "You like being at our mercy." T nodded, her body already betraying her, her hips bucking slightly against the restraints. The woman chuckled, her hand sliding down T's stomach, her fingers dipping into her wetness. "Fuck, you're soaked," she murmured, her fingers sliding in and out of T's pussy.