Taken by Force

Aly is taken roughly by her ex husband Rob seemingly against her will, but it turns out she actually welcomed it. She had grown bored with her current husband Jake’s lack of force. Rob videos their encounter and sends it to Jake

The front door slammed open before Aly could react. Rob filled the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the light, his expression dark with intent. She barely had time to gasp before he grabbed her wrist, yanking her against him. "You missed me," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. It wasn’t a question. Aly struggled—just enough to make it convincing. "Rob, stop—Jake could be home any minute—" He laughed, low and rough, his grip tightening. "You think I give a fuck?" His free hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. "You’ve been begging for this." She whimpered as his teeth grazed her throat, her pulse racing. He was right. Jake’s timid touches, his hesitant kisses—they’d left her aching for the raw dominance Rob had always wielded so effortlessly. Rob shoved her onto the couch, his fingers already tearing at her jeans. "Look at the camera," he ordered, nodding toward his phone propped on the coffee table. The red recording light blinked. Aly’s breath hitched. Jake would see this. He’d see how easily she melted under Rob’s hands, how wet she was already. Rob smirked, peeling her panties aside. "Tell him you love it."

Rob’s fingers slid between her thighs, finding her slick and swollen. Aly arched against his touch, biting her lip to stifle a moan. "Say it," he demanded, circling her clit with rough precision. She gasped, her hips jerking. "I—I love it." The words spilled out, shaky but eager. Rob chuckled, dragging his thumb harder over her. "Louder. Let him hear how much you need this." Aly’s breath came in ragged bursts as he pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her with practiced ease. "Fuck—I love it!" Her voice cracked, her nails digging into the couch cushions. The camera caught every twitch of her body, every desperate roll of her hips as Rob fucked her with his hand. He leaned down, his mouth hovering just above hers. "Tell him you’ve been dreaming about my cock." Her cheeks burned, but the humiliation only made her wetter. "I’ve dreamed about it," she admitted, her voice thick with want. Rob pulled his fingers free, glistening with her arousal, and smeared it across her lips. "Good girl." He unbuckled his belt, the leather sliding free with a sharp snap. "Now open wide." Aly obeyed, her tongue darting out to taste herself as he guided his cock past her lips. The camera’s red light blinked steadily, capturing every second. Jake would see it all—how eagerly she took Rob deep, how her throat worked around him. Rob groaned, gripping her hair. "That’s it. Show him who owns you."

Rob’s cock filled Aly’s mouth, thick and unyielding, as he rocked his hips forward. She gagged slightly, tears pricking her eyes, but didn’t pull away—couldn’t, with his fingers twisted tight in her hair. The camera caught every choked moan, every flick of her tongue along his shaft. "Fuck, look at you," Rob muttered, his voice rough. "Taking me like you were made for it." He dragged her head back just enough to let her gasp for air before shoving her down again, deeper this time. Aly’s thighs trembled, her own arousal soaking through the ruined fabric of her panties. She could feel his smirk as he watched her struggle, her lips stretched obscenely around him. "Jake ever make you choke on him?" Rob taunted, pulling out just enough to let her whimper before thrusting back in. "Bet he doesn’t have the balls to fuck your throat like this." Aly’s muffled moan was answer enough. Rob finally yanked her off, saliva and pre-cum glistening on her chin. He flipped her onto her stomach, hiking her hips up. One hand pinned her down while the other ripped her panties aside, exposing her dripping cunt to the camera. "Tell him you want it," Rob ordered, lining himself up. Aly shuddered, arching her back. "*Fuck me*," she begged, voice wrecked. Rob slammed into her with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Aly cried out, her fingers clawing at the cushions as he set a punishing pace. The slap of skin echoed through the room, drowned out only by her ragged moans. "Louder," Rob snarled, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. "Let him hear how much better I fuck you." Aly sobbed his name, her body clenching around him—every filthy, perfect stroke proof that she’d never really stopped being his.

Rob’s hips pistoned into her, each thrust driving Aly harder into the couch. The rough fabric burned against her skin, but the pain only sharpened the pleasure coiling tight in her belly. "Feel that?" Rob growled, his palm cracking against her ass. The sting bloomed hot, and Aly yelped, her cunt fluttering around him. "Fuck, you love it rough, don’t you?" She nodded frantically, her voice reduced to broken gasps. The camera captured every detail—the way her body jolted with each snap of his hips, the slick sounds of him pounding into her. Rob leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back. His teeth scraped her shoulder as he hissed, "Cum for me. Right fucking now." Aly shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with a scream. Rob didn’t slow, fucking her through the tremors until she was sobbing, oversensitive and wrung out. "Good," he panted, finally pulling out. Aly collapsed, boneless, as he flipped her onto her back. His cock glistened with her arousal, twitching against her thigh. "Now watch." Rob stroked himself, his grip tight, his gaze locked on the camera. "This is what she really wants, Jake." His voice was thick with triumph. "Not your pathetic little dick." Aly whimpered, her legs still spread, as Rob came in thick stripes across her stomach. The heat of it seared her skin. The camera’s light blinked off. Rob smirked, wiping his cock on her thigh. "Now send it to him."

Aly replies yes daddy.. and then go into Jake receiving and watching the video and give deeper details of what jake is seeing on the video.

Aly’s breath hitched as she whispered, “Yes, Daddy,” her voice trembling with submission. The screen of Jake’s phone lit up with the notification—*New Message: Attachment (Video)*. His fingers hovered for a second before he tapped it, the footage loading in brutal clarity. The first thing he saw was Aly, flushed and panting, her lips wrapped around Rob’s cock. Her throat worked around him, her lashes fluttering as she gagged, spit slicking her chin. The camera zoomed in mercilessly, capturing every choked moan, every desperate flick of her tongue. Jake’s stomach twisted. Then the angle shifted—Rob flipping her over, ripping her panties aside. The wet gleam between her thighs was unmistakable. Jake’s jaw clenched as Rob slammed into her, Aly’s cry sharp and broken. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, her body jolting with each thrust. The camera lingered on her face—eyes glazed, lips parted, tears streaking her cheeks. Rob’s voice growled from the speakers: *"Tell him you want it."* Aly arched, whimpering, *"Fuck me."* Jake’s grip tightened on his phone. The video cut to Rob’s hand fisting his cock, stroking hard as Aly lay beneath him, spent and trembling. *"This is what she really wants, Jake."* Then the thick, white ropes of Rob’s cum splashing across Aly’s stomach—her flinch, the way her fingers twitched like she wanted to touch it. The screen went black. Jake sat frozen, the silence pressing in. His pulse roared in his ears. A second later, another message popped up—this time from Aly. *"Sorry… I couldn’t help myself."* Jake exhaled sharply, his thumb hovering over the keyboard. He didn’t know what to say—but his cock was painfully hard.

Jake’s fingers trembled as he typed, his throat tight. *"I love you. I’ll clean up his mess when I get home."* The reply came instantly—Aly sending a shaky, breathless voice note. *"Please,"* she whimpered, her voice raw. *"I need you to taste it."* Jake’s cock throbbed at the thought—his tongue dragging over Aly’s stomach, lapping up Rob’s cum while she watched, her thighs still spread. His breath hitched as he imagined her fingers threading through his hair, guiding him lower— Another message. A photo this time. Aly’s fingers, slick and glistening, dipping between her legs. *"Still wet,"* she wrote. *"Still his."* Jake’s jaw clenched. He could almost smell her—the musk of sex, the salt of sweat, the bitter tang of another man’s release. His thumb swiped over the screen, zooming in on the swollen, flushed lips of her cunt. *"I’ll be home soon,"* he typed, his pulse hammering. *"Don’t wash."* Aly’s reply was a single word—*"Never."* Jake shoved his phone into his pocket, his cock straining against his zipper. The walk home had never felt longer.

Jake comes in and obediently licks her clean, he is rewarded with Rob still being there recording the ordeal and forcing Aly to crawl to him in order to sux his cock as Jake eats the cum from her belly and licks her swollen cunt. While she is bent over servicing rob Jake fucks her feet slowly

Jake’s key turned in the lock, his pulse wild. The door swung open—and there she was, sprawled on the couch, Rob’s cum still glistening on her stomach. Rob stood beside her, phone raised, grinning. “Right on time,” Rob said, the camera’s red light blinking. Jake dropped to his knees without hesitation, his tongue dragging up Aly’s belly, lapping at the sticky mess. She gasped, her fingers knotting in his hair as he licked deeper, swallowing Rob’s taste. “Good boy,” Rob murmured, shifting the angle to capture Jake’s worship. “Now crawl to me, Aly.” Aly whimpered but obeyed, sliding off the couch onto all fours, her ass swaying as she inched toward Rob. Jake stayed bent over her, his tongue tracing lower, dipping between her swollen lips—still dripping, still stretched from Rob’s cock. Rob unzipped his jeans, his half-hard length brushing Aly’s cheek. “Open,” he ordered. She did, her mouth closing around him with a wet suck. Jake groaned against her cunt, his own cock aching as he watched her throat work. Then Rob nodded at Jake. “Fuck her feet. Slow.” Jake grabbed Aly’s ankle, dragging her foot to his lap. He shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock, then pressed the sole against his shaft, rocking into the arch. Aly moaned around Rob’s cock, her toes curling as Jake fucked her foot in steady, slick thrusts. The camera caught it all—her spit-smeared lips, Jake’s desperate hips, the obscene wet sounds of his tongue still working her pussy. Rob’s grip tightened in Aly’s hair. “Swallow it all,” he growled, and her throat convulsed as he came.

Rob pulled Aly’s head back by her hair, forcing her to look up at him as his cock pulsed between her lips. Thick ropes of cum spilled over her tongue, dripping down her chin—some of it landing on Jake’s face as he still lapped at her cunt. “Clean it,” Rob ordered, nudging Aly’s cheek with his softening cock. She whimpered but obeyed, her tongue darting out to lick the mess from Jake’s forehead, her lips brushing his as she swallowed the last of Rob’s release. Jake groaned, his cock twitching against the sole of her foot. He could feel her toes flexing against him, the slickness of his own precum making each thrust smoother, hotter. Rob stepped back, pocketing his phone. “Not bad,” he mused, smirking down at them. “But I think Aly needs a reminder of who owns her.” Jake froze, his grip tightening on her ankle. Rob grabbed Aly’s hips, flipping her onto her back. Her legs fell open, her cunt still glistening from Jake’s tongue. Rob spat into his palm, rubbing it over his cock before pressing the thick head against her entrance. “Watch,” he told Jake, not breaking eye contact as he shoved inside Aly in one brutal thrust. She cried out, her back arching, her feet kicking—one heel digging into Jake’s thigh. Rob fucked her hard, each snap of his hips making her body jerk. Jake could only stare, stroking himself as Aly’s moans filled the room, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions. “You gonna let him fill you up again?” Jake rasped, his voice rough. Aly’s answer was a broken gasp as Rob’s pace turned punishing—her legs trembling, her cunt clenching around him.

Rob’s thrusts grew erratic, his hips slamming into Aly with bruising force. Her body jolted with each impact, her moans turning ragged as he bottomed out inside her. Jake’s hand worked his cock faster, his breath coming in sharp bursts—watching, always watching. Rob’s fingers dug into Aly’s thighs, spreading her wider. “Tell him,” he growled, his voice thick with exertion. “Tell him whose cunt this is.” Aly’s head thrashed against the couch, her lips parting around a whimper. “Y-yours—” Rob pistoned into her, his cock dragging against her walls. “Louder.” “Yours!” she cried, her back arching off the cushions. “Only yours!” Jake’s jaw clenched, his grip tightening around his shaft. The sight of her surrender—the way her body yielded to Rob’s ownership—sent heat coiling low in his gut. Rob’s rhythm stuttered, his hips jerking as he buried himself deep. Aly gasped, her thighs trembling as he emptied inside her, his cum flooding her already-used cunt. Panting, Rob pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with her slick and his release. He smirked down at Jake. “Clean her up.” Jake didn’t hesitate. He lunged forward, his tongue lapping at Aly’s swollen folds, swallowing the mess Rob left behind. She whimpered, her fingers twisting in his hair as he drank her fill. Rob chuckled, stepping back to admire the scene. “Good fucking pets.”

Rob grabbed Jake by the hair, wrenching his face away from Aly’s dripping cunt. “Up,” he ordered, dragging him to his knees. Aly’s chest heaved as she watched, her thighs still spread, Rob’s cum glistening on her inner lips. Rob shoved his cock against Jake’s mouth, the shaft still wet with Aly’s slick. “Lick it clean,” he growled. “Every fucking drop.” Jake’s tongue darted out, lapping up the mix of their fluids from Rob’s skin. The taste was thick—Aly’s arousal, Rob’s musk, the salt of his spend. Jake groaned, his own cock twitching as he swallowed. Rob tilted his hips, smearing the head against Jake’s lips. “Open.” Jake obeyed, letting Rob push past his teeth, the weight heavy on his tongue. Aly whimpered, her fingers digging into her own thighs as she watched Jake suck Rob clean. Rob thrust shallowly, fucking Jake’s mouth with lazy strokes. “Look at her while you do it,” he ordered, gripping Jake’s hair tighter. Jake’s eyes flicked up—Aly’s flushed face, her bitten lips, the way her chest rose with each ragged breath. His tongue worked faster, desperate to please, to prove himself. Rob chuckled darkly, pulling out with a wet pop. “Pathetic.” He patted Jake’s cheek with his cock, leaving a sticky smear. “But useful.” Aly shuddered, her legs trembling as she reached between them, her fingers brushing her swollen clit. Rob caught her wrist, pinning it to the couch. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” She shook her head, biting her lip. Rob smirked. “Jake’s not done.” He shoved Jake forward, his face landing between Aly’s thighs. “Finish what you started.” Jake dove in, his tongue plunging into her, lapping up the last of Rob’s claim. Aly arched with a broken cry, her hips grinding against his mouth as he drank her in. Rob watched, his hand sliding down to stroke himself lazily. “Good boy.”

Rob’s fingers dug into Jake’s hips, yanking him back onto his cock with a brutal thrust. Jake’s scream was muffled against Aly’s slick folds, his tongue still working frantically between her thighs even as his body jerked from the invasion. “Fucking take it,” Rob snarled, slamming into him without pause, his cock stretching Jake’s ass wide. Aly moaned beneath Jake’s mouth, her fingers tightening in his hair as he lapped at her clit—his own pain only driving her higher. Rob’s thrusts were relentless, each snap of his hips forcing Jake deeper into Aly’s cunt. The wet slap of skin filled the room, Jake’s choked whimpers blending with Aly’s gasps. “Look at him,” Rob growled, gripping Jake’s hair to wrench his head up. Aly’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Jake’s tear-streaked face, his lips glistening with her arousal. “He’s fucking *ruined* for you.” Aly whimpered, her thighs clamping around Jake’s head as Rob pounded into him harder. Jake’s cock twitched, untouched and leaking against the couch—every brutal thrust sending shocks of pleasure-pain through his body. Rob leaned down, his breath hot against Aly’s ear. “Come for me,” he ordered. “Let him taste it while I wreck his ass.” Aly’s back arched, a shattered cry tearing from her throat as she came, her cunt pulsing against Jake’s tongue. Rob groaned, his pace turning erratic, his fingers bruising Jake’s hips as he emptied inside him with a ragged snarl. Jake shuddered, his own release splattering the cushions beneath him—unbidden, untouched, just another mess for Rob to claim. Rob pulled out slowly, watching Jake collapse against Aly’s thighs, spent and trembling. He smirked, swiping his thumb through the mix of cum and sweat on Jake’s ass before shoving it into his mouth. “Perfect.”

Some weeks went by and they settled into their new routine. Lapping cum from her cunt as the same cock that ravaged her Ravages

Some weeks passed, and the three fell into a rhythm—brutal, slick, and relentless. Aly sprawled across the bed now, thighs spread, Rob’s spend already dripping from her swollen cunt. Jake knelt between her legs, his tongue dragging slow, worshipful strokes through the mess. Rob stood behind him, his cock hard again, glistening with Aly’s arousal from the last round. He gripped Jake’s hair, yanking his head back. “Open.” Jake obeyed instantly, his mouth falling slack as Rob fed him his cock, the taste of Aly still thick on his skin. Rob fucked his throat in shallow, possessive thrusts, his other hand palming Jake’s ass—still loose from earlier. Aly watched, her fingers teasing her clit as Jake choked around Rob’s length. “He’s getting better,” she murmured, arching into her own touch. Rob smirked, pulling out just enough to let Jake gasp. “Yeah? You like watching him swallow me after I’ve been inside you?” Aly moaned, her hips lifting off the bed. “Fuck—*yes*.” Rob shoved back into Jake’s throat, his fingers digging into Jake’s hips. “Then ride his face while I wreck him.” Aly didn’t hesitate. She swung a leg over Jake’s shoulders, grinding her wet cunt against his mouth as Rob lined himself up and pushed back into Jake’s ass in one brutal stroke. Jake groaned, his body pinned between them—Aly’s thighs squeezing his head, Rob’s cock splitting him open. The air was thick with sweat and sex, the sound of skin on skin, of muffled whimpers and filthy praise. Rob set a punishing pace, his thrusts driving Jake harder into Aly’s heat. “Take it,” he growled. “Both of you.” Aly came first, her back bowing as she clenched around nothing, her juices smearing Jake’s face. Rob followed, his release filling Jake’s ass as he held him flush, making sure every drop stayed where it belonged. When he finally pulled out, Jake slumped forward, his face still buried in Aly’s cunt, his body trembling. Rob wiped his cock on Jake’s cheek, leaving a sticky streak. “Good boy.”

Rob grabbed Aly’s wrist, dragging her off the bed and shoving her down beside Jake’s spent body. His fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her face toward Jake’s gaping, slick hole—still dripping with Rob’s cum. “Clean him up,” Rob ordered, his voice rough. Aly hesitated for only a second before pressing her tongue flat against Jake’s twitching rim, lapping up the mess Rob had left inside him. Jake whimpered, his fingers digging into the sheets as her tongue probed deeper, teasing the sensitive flesh. Rob watched, his cock hardening again at the sight—Aly’s lips smeared with his release, Jake shuddering beneath her touch. He reached down, gripping Aly’s chin and forcing her to look up at him. “Swallow.” She obeyed, her throat working as she took him into her mouth, his taste mingling with Jake’s on her tongue. Rob groaned, thrusting shallowly between her lips while his other hand pushed Jake’s thighs wider. “Keep licking,” he growled. Aly moaned around his cock, her tongue circling Jake’s hole again, lapping up every drop as Rob fucked her mouth in slow, possessive strokes. Jake arched, his cock twitching back to life—overstimulated, wrecked, but still aching for more. Rob pulled Aly off him with a wet pop, dragging her up to kiss her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. Then he shoved her back down. “Again.”

Rob hauled Aly up by the hair, her lips still glistening from Jake’s ass. He spun her around, bending her over Jake’s trembling body, her ass raised and exposed. “You’re not done,” he muttered, spitting into his palm before rubbing his cock against her slick folds. He didn’t wait—just drove into her with one brutal thrust, her cunt still swollen and sensitive from earlier. Aly gasped, her nails scraping Jake’s chest as Rob fucked her hard, his hips slamming against her ass. Jake groaned beneath them, his cock twitching against Aly’s stomach as Rob’s thrusts jolted her body against his. “Fuck—*fuck*—” Aly choked out, her thighs shaking. Rob gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him with every snap of his hips. “You like being stuffed full of me while you lick him clean?” Rob growled, his fingers digging bruises into her skin. Aly could only nod, her moans muffled against Jake’s shoulder. Rob reached down, wrapping a hand around Jake’s cock and stroking him roughly in time with his thrusts. “Come on her,” he ordered. “Mark her.” Jake’s back arched, his release spilling hot over Aly’s stomach as Rob kept pumping into her, his own orgasm building. “Take it,” he snarled, slamming deep one last time before filling her again, his cum dripping down her thighs as she collapsed onto Jake’s chest. Rob pulled out, watching them pant, tangled and wrecked. He dragged a finger through the mess on Aly’s stomach, shoving it into Jake’s mouth. “Clean her up.”

Rob stepped back, his cock still glistening with Aly’s wetness as he watched Jake suck his finger clean. The sight sent a fresh pulse of heat through him—Jake’s lips wrapped around his knuckle, obedient, wrecked. Aly trembled beneath Jake, her thighs sticky with Rob’s cum, her breath ragged. Rob grabbed her by the hair again, yanking her head back. “On your knees,” he ordered, shoving her off Jake’s chest. She scrambled to obey, her body trembling as she knelt between them. Rob nudged Jake’s legs apart with his foot, his cock twitching at the sight of Jake’s flushed, used hole—still glistening from Aly’s tongue. “Lick him again,” Rob commanded, pressing Aly’s face forward. “Get him ready for me.” Aly didn’t hesitate this time. Her tongue dragged slow and wet over Jake’s rim, coaxing a broken moan from his throat. Rob stroked himself, watching her work—her lips pressing kisses, her tongue dipping inside, Jake’s hips jerking helplessly. Rob pushed Aly aside, lining himself up with Jake’s slick entrance. He didn’t wait—just shoved in, Jake’s body clenching tight around him. Aly whimpered, her fingers digging into Jake’s thighs as Rob fucked him hard, his thrusts driving Jake’s face into the mattress. “Touch her,” Rob growled, gripping Jake’s hair. Jake reached for Aly blindly, his fingers tangling in her hair, dragging her closer. She gasped as he pulled her into a messy kiss, their lips slick with spit and sweat. Rob groaned at the sight, his hips snapping faster, his cock throbbing inside Jake’s tight heat. “Fuck—gonna fill you up again,” he snarled, his fingers bruising Jake’s hips. Aly’s hand slid between her legs, rubbing her clit frantically as she watched Rob take Jake apart. Her moans spilled into Jake’s mouth, her body trembling on the edge. Rob came with a rough groan, his cum spilling deep into Jake as Aly shuddered against them, her own release crashing over her. He pulled out slowly, watching his mess drip from Jake’s hole. Then he grabbed Aly’s wrist, dragging her fingers to Jake’s stretched rim. “Clean him,” he ordered. “Every drop.” Aly’s tongue flicked out, lapping at Jake’s twitching hole as Rob watched, his cock already hardening again.

Rob tightened his grip on Aly’s thigh as the patrol car rolled through the dimly lit streets, his badge glinting under the flickering streetlights. Jake sat stiffly in the backseat, his wrists cuffed behind him—just for show, just to remind them both who was in control. Rob’s fingers traced the hem of Aly’s skirt, hiking it higher. “First client’s at the corner,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “You’ll suck him off in the alley. Jake watches.” Aly’s breath hitched, but she didn’t argue. Rob parked the car, dragging Jake out by the cuffs before shoving Aly toward the shadowed mouth of the alley. A man waited there, leering, his belt already undone. Rob pushed Aly to her knees. “Earn your keep,” he growled. Jake’s jaw clenched as Aly’s lips parted, taking the stranger’s cock deep. Rob gripped Jake’s shoulder, forcing him to watch every wet, sloppy stroke of her tongue. “That’s your girl,” Rob taunted, his hand sliding down to palm his own hardening length through his uniform pants. “Look at her work.” Aly’s throat convulsed around the stranger’s thrusts, her tears glistening in the neon glow. The man groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair— Rob’s radio crackled. He smirked, leaning down to whisper in Jake’s ear. “Next one’s in the squad car. You’re riding shotgun.”

Rob unhooked the cuffs from Jake’s wrists just long enough to shove him into the front seat of the patrol car, then snapped them back on—this time around the headrest, forcing Jake to sit upright, exposed. The streetlight cut harsh lines across his clenched jaw, his thighs spread wide by Rob’s rough hands. Aly stumbled back from the alley, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her lips swollen. The stranger had left a wet smear on her cheek. Rob grabbed her chin, turning her face toward Jake. “See what you made her do?” he murmured, thumb pressing into her lower lip. The back door opened. Another man slid in—thick-necked, reeking of cheap cologne—his gaze locked on Aly’s trembling frame. Rob didn’t introduce him. Just pushed Aly down onto her knees between the seats, her skirt riding up. “Hands on the dash,” Rob ordered Jake, leaning over to unbuckle his own belt. The leather hissed free, his cock springing out, already thick and eager. He pressed the tip to Aly’s lips. “Open.” She did, her tongue darting out to lick the salty bead from his slit. Behind her, the stranger’s hands groped under her blouse, twisting her nipples hard enough to make her whimper around Rob’s length. Rob groaned, thrusting deeper into her mouth, his fingers tangling in her hair. “That’s it,” he muttered, watching Jake’s knuckles whiten on the dashboard. “Suck me clean while he fucks you.” The stranger’s zipper rasped open. Aly gasped as his cock shoved against her soaked panties, the fabric tearing as he forced his way inside. Jake’s breath came in ragged bursts, his cock straining against his jeans. Rob smirked, reaching over to flick the button open. “Don’t worry,” he said, squeezing Jake’s shaft roughly. “You’ll get yours.” The car filled with the wet slap of skin, Aly’s choked moans, the stranger’s grunts. Rob kept his grip tight on Jake, stroking him in time with the thrusts rocking Aly’s body. “Next stop,” Rob growled, “you’re both on your knees.”

Rob pulled Aly off his cock with a wet pop, her lips slick and parted. The stranger behind her was still rutting hard, his fingers digging into her hips as he bottomed out inside her with a groan. Rob leaned over, unbuckling Jake’s cuffs from the headrest only to snap them around his wrists again—this time behind his back. “Out,” Rob ordered, shoving Jake onto the pavement. Aly stumbled after him, her thighs glistening, the torn panties still clinging to one ankle. The stranger zipped himself up and left without a word, tossing a crumpled bill onto the seat. Rob grabbed Aly’s hair, forcing her to her knees beside Jake. The cold asphalt bit into their skin as Rob unzipped his pants again, his cock jutting out, flushed and leaking. “Open wide,” he muttered, pressing the head against Aly’s lips. She obeyed, her tongue flattening against his shaft as he fed her his length. Jake’s breath hitched as Rob reached down, gripping his jaw and forcing his mouth open too. “Both of you,” he growled. Aly’s lips stretched around Rob’s girth while Jake’s tongue flicked helplessly at the base, his nose buried in Aly’s hair. Rob thrust between their mouths, groaning as their saliva mixed, dripping down his balls. Headlights cut through the dark—another car pulling up. Rob smirked, pulling free. “Change of plans,” he said, dragging Aly up by the arm. “You’re taking this one in the backseat. Jake watches.” The new client was already hard, his belt unbuckled, his gaze locked on Aly’s trembling body. Rob shoved her toward the open door, his hand between her shoulders. “Don’t keep him waiting.” Jake’s cuffs rattled as he strained against them, his cock twitching against his thigh. Rob knelt beside him, gripping his chin. “You like seeing her like this?” he murmured, his thumb smearing pre-come across Jake’s lips. “Tell her.” Aly’s whimper filled the air as the stranger yanked her legs apart, his cock sinking into her with a wet slap. Jake’s voice cracked. “Fuck—Aly—” Rob laughed, low and dark, his fingers tightening in Jake’s hair. “Good boy.”

Rob’s grip tightened in Jake’s hair, forcing his face toward Aly as the stranger rutted into her, the car rocking with each thrust. “Say it,” Rob growled, his free hand squeezing Jake’s cock hard enough to make him gasp. “Tell her how much you love watching her take it.” Aly’s fingers scrabbled against the leather seat, her moans breaking into choked sobs as the stranger fucked her harder. Jake’s throat worked, his voice raw. “I—I love it,” he forced out, his hips jerking under Rob’s punishing grip. “Love seeing you… like this.” Rob smirked, twisting Jake’s nipple between his fingers. “Louder.” Jake’s breath hitched. “Fuck—I love watching you get used,” he groaned, his cock twitching as Aly whimpered beneath the stranger. “Love seeing you… take it.” Rob leaned down, his lips brushing Jake’s ear. “Tell her she’s nothing but a slut.” Jake’s voice cracked. “You’re—you’re just a fucking slut, Aly.” The stranger grunted, his thrusts turning erratic as Aly’s body clenched around him. Rob laughed, stroking Jake faster. “Now tell her to come.” Jake’s hips bucked. “Come for him, Aly,” he begged, his voice wrecked. “Let him feel how fucking wet you are.” Aly’s back arched, a broken cry tearing from her lips as the stranger slammed into her one last time, his groan muffled against her neck. Rob’s hand twisted in Jake’s hair, forcing him to watch the mess drip down Aly’s thighs. “Good boy,” Rob murmured, his thumb smearing Jake’s pre-come across his lips. “Now it’s your turn.”

Rob released Jake’s hair, shoving him forward onto his knees beside Aly’s trembling body. The stranger pulled out with a wet sound, his cock glistening as he tucked himself back into his pants. Aly gasped, her thighs slick and trembling, her chest heaving against the leather seat. Rob unbuckled his belt with one hand, the other gripping Jake’s shoulder to keep him in place. “Clean her up,” he ordered, pressing Jake’s face toward Aly’s soaked cunt. Jake hesitated—just for a second—before Rob’s fingers twisted in his hair again, forcing him closer. “Lick,” Rob snarled. Jake’s tongue dragged through Aly’s folds, tasting the stranger’s come mixed with her arousal. Aly whimpered, her hips jerking as Jake’s mouth worked over her, his nose pressed against her clit. Rob watched, his cock twitching in his hand, stroking himself slowly. “Good,” Rob muttered, his grip tightening. “Now get her ready for me.” Jake obeyed, his tongue fucking into Aly as she squirmed, her fingers tangling in his hair. Rob stepped closer, the head of his cock nudging against Jake’s lips. “Open,” he commanded. Jake’s mouth stretched around Rob’s thickness, his tongue flattening against the underside as Rob thrust forward, groaning. Aly’s legs shook as Jake’s fingers replaced his tongue, working her open while Rob fucked his mouth. Rob’s hips snapped, his cock hitting the back of Jake’s throat. “Take it,” he growled, his free hand gripping Aly’s hip. “Both of you—take it.” Aly’s moan filled the car as Rob’s fingers dug into her skin, his other hand forcing Jake’s head down onto his cock. The headlights of another car flickered in the distance, but Rob didn’t stop—just fucked deeper, his breath ragged. “Not done with you yet,” he muttered, pulling Jake’s head back by the hair. “Either of you.”