Nurse Alyson's Forbidden Passion

Alyson a nurse at a nursing home who has green eyes dark brown hair, is 5’4” tall and wears scrubs is married to Jacob. She builds a friendship with the Certified nurses aid Misty who is the same height, and has dark hair. They work the same shift and Misty takes a real shine to Alyson. Almost submissively, but it becomes apparent the attraction is more than just platonic. Misty ends up finally making a move on Alyson after Alyson has a stressful shift and things get very spicy. Misty goes down on Alyson and gives her the relief she has been needing. Despite the guilt Alyson feels for cheating on her husband, she can’t deny the pleasure she feels from Misty eating her out and continues to advance their sexual relationship becoming the dominant one in the relationship and even confessing and cuckolding Jacob with it. Misty submits to her more and more and even indulges in the foot fetish Jacob has for his wife, Misty starts worshipping Alyson’s feet too. Misty is submissive to Alyson This is a lesbian story neither woman has a dick. alyson is caught and used by the D.O.N. Autumn. Autumn also gives Alyson to some of the old nursing home resdidents making her suck and fuck old men’s cocks

Alyson was pissed. The shift had been hell, and she'd had enough of the constant crankiness from old folks. She stormed out of Oakwood Nursing Home, needing a stiff drink. Misty followed her outside. "You alright, girl?" Misty asked, her voice syrupy with sympathy. Alyson whirled around, green eyes blazing. "No, I'm not fucking alright," she snapped. "This job sucks, and Jacob’s being an inattentive dolt." Misty stepped closer, close enough for Alyson to smell her flowery perfume. "Well, I'm here for you," she whispered. "I've been dying to tell you how bad I want you." Misty kissed Alyson hard, tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Alyson's anger melted into lust. She grabbed Misty's ass, grope rough and hungry. They tumbled into the backseat of Alyson's car, scrubs coming off in a frenzy. Misty buried her face between Alyson's thighs, eating her out with the kind of skill that made Alyson see stars. The guilt of cheating on Jacob was drowned out by the exquisite sensations.

Alyson's hands slid up Misty's thighs, tracing the soft skin. "You're mine now, aren't you?" she breathed, voice dripping with power. Misty trembled, her dark hair falling over her face as she nodded. "Yes, Mistress." Alyson's eyes narrowed in thought. "Mistress... I think I like the sound of that," she purred. Alyson smiled wickedly, pushing Misty back down between her legs. "Then show me how much you worship me," she commanded. "Again." Misty's tongue found Alyson's clit with expert precision, circling and lapping as Alyson gasped. She bucked her hips, riding Misty's face with abandon. The car windows fogged over as they moved together, lost in their forbidden passion.

Alyson’s hands fisted in Misty’s dark hair, pulling her closer as she ground against her mouth. "Don't stop," she panted, her voice ragged with need. Misty moaned against Alyson’s wetness, her tongue delving deeper. Alyson threw her head back, eyes closed in ecstasy. The car’s confined space filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the slickness of Misty’s hungry mouth working between Alyson’s thighs. Alyson’s body trembled as she neared climax. She let out a cry, hips bucking wildly as Misty drank her in, savoring every drop of her release. Spent and panting, Alyson slumped back against the seat, a satisfied smirk on her face.

Alyson’s chest heaved as she caught her breath. She looked down at Misty, whose face glistened with her juices. "You're such a good little slut, aren't you?" Alyson murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. Misty whimpered, eyes wide with a mix of desire and submission. Alyson reached down, grabbed a fistful of Misty's hair, and yanked her up. Their lips crashed together in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, tongues tangling hungrily. Alyson could taste herself on Misty’s lips. Suddenly, Alyson’s phone buzzed insistently. She broke the kiss, irritation flashing across her face as she fished it out of her scrub pocket. It was Jacob. Again. "Fuck him," Alyson growled, tossing the phone aside. "He can wait." Her hands slid down to squeeze Misty’s ass roughly. "You're all I need right now."

Alyson shoved Misty back down, forcing her face towards her still-quivering pussy. "Now clean up your mess properly," she demanded. Misty eagerly lapped at Alyson's swollen lips, moaning as she savored the salty tang. Alyson's phone buzzed again, more urgently this time. She ignored it, focusing on the exquisite sensations as Misty's tongue swirled around her clit. "Fuck yes...just like that," Alyson groaned, threading her fingers through Misty's hair to guide her movements. The car felt stiflingly hot, filled with the scent of sex and sweat. Alyson's breath came in shallow gasps as pleasure built again, her thighs trembling. She rode Misty's face with abandon, chasing that sweet release.

Alyson's phone suddenly started ringing loudly, the jarringly cheerful tone cutting through the fog of lust. She swore under her breath as Jacob's name flashed across the screen yet again. Her irritation flared, but was quickly drowned out by the familiar surge of arousal as Misty's tongue circled her clit with unrelenting precision. "Damn him," Alyson growled, hips bucking uncontrollably. "He just never knows when to stop." She slammed a hand against the fogged-up window, craving release more than ever. Misty moaned eagerly into her dripping wet folds, clearly savoring the taste of her. The combination of Misty's hungry mouth and Jacob's incessant interruptions only fueled Alyson's burning need. She rode Misty's face harder, fingers digging into her scalp as an intense orgasm rapidly built. Pleasure pulsed through her body in hot, throbbing waves as she gave herself over completely to the moment and the eager woman between her thighs.

Alyson returns home and confesses shamelessly to Jacob while she sucks his cock, she tells him every detail of what Misty did to her

Alyson kicked the door shut behind her, the heels of her boots clicking sharply against the tile floor. She sank onto Jacob’s couch, the weight of her scrubs clinging to her flushed skin, the scent of Misty still heavy between her thighs. Her lips were swollen from kisses, her hands trembling as she stripped off her pants, leaving them in a discarded heap. Jacob watched her, cock already straining against his jeans. “What’s got you so worked up?” He asked, voice rough. Alyson didn’t answer right away. Instead, she tugged him closer, fingers slipping under his zipper to encircle him, already slick from her own arousal. “Misty made me come so hard in the car,” she murmured, hand moving with slow, deliberate strokes. “She was on her knees, licking me clean like a dog—” Jacob groaned at her words, hips jerking involuntarily as Alyson’s tongue flicked at the head of his cock. “Fuck, Alyson—” “—and I tasted myself on her,” Alyson continued, lips wrapping around him, hot and wet. “She worshipped my pussy like it was her only job. Begged me to fuck her mouth while I rode her face.” Her free hand kneaded her own breast, nails scraping lightly over sensitive flesh. “I didn’t even care who saw.” Jacob’s fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her up with a sharp tug. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?” His voice was dark, hungry. Alyson smirked, saliva dripping from her lips. “Maybe.” Another teasing lick, then she obeyed his silent demand, swallowing him whole. Her eyes never left his as she sank onto him, throat stretched deliciously around his girth. “You should see her, Jacob. She’s so *good*—”

It’s the next day at work and Autumn, the Director of Nursing demands Alyson take a “Meeting” in the med closet. What starts out as an informal Gripe session where Autumn is chewing Alyson out for Misty’s defiant behavior because Misty is Alyson’s CNA, ends with Autumn forcing Alyson to her knees to eat autumns pussy right in the med closet

The closet door swung shut with a quiet *click*, the lock engaging before Alyson even fully processed Autumn’s expectant silence. The air hummed with tension—something sharper than the usual professional distance pressing between them. Autumn’s sharp heels snapped against the tile as she stepped closer, hips rolling against Alyson’s thigh. “You’re lucky, you know,” she murmured, pinning Alyson’s wrist to the clipboard on the shelf. “Misty *adores* you. Can’t keep her hands off your tits.” A fingernail dragged down Alyson’s collarbone, right over the spot Misty had bit marks from. “But I can.” Alyson’s breath hitched, but she kept her composure—barely. “Look, Autumn, I didn’t *approve*—” Autumn’s other hand clamped over her mouth, fingers flexing dangerously. “Shut up.” Her voice was steel, eyes flashing. “You’re the one who walked in here all flushed, all *tempted*, like you couldn’t decide whether to run or fuck.” She shoved Alyson’s shoulder. “Now *choose*.” Alyson hit the floor, Autumn’s hand still covering her mouth. The scent of Autumn’s perfume—dark, vanilla, with just a hint of something musky—filled the cramped space as she was forced onto her knees. Autumn’s skirt rode up effortlessly, the lacy black panties already soaked thin. Alyson fought the urge to breathe into them, let the cling of fabric tease her with what was coming next.

Autumn’s fingers curled into Alyson’s hair, yanking her head back just before she could close the distance. “No teeth,” she warned, voice dropping low. “Worship me how Misty worshipped you..” Alyson’s tongue slipped out tasting the edge of Autumn’s slit through damp lace. She drew the fabric aside with a sharp tug, the scent of Autumn’s cream flooding her senses, thick and sweet, like the pussy was already desperate. Alyson didn’t hesitate. Her lips sealed around Autumn’s soaked panties, muffling a low groan as she pulled them down by her teeth, freeing the swollen flesh beneath. Autumn’s thighs parted automatically, one heel digging into Alyson’s back to guide her closer. The first brush of tongue was rough, deliberate—no teasing this time. Autumn wanted control, and Alyson was *more than happy* to give it. “You like that?” Autumn’s voice was strained, fingers clutching the shelf behind her. “Like my little pussy in your mouth better than you you did you’re in hers?” Alyson hummed against Autumn’s clit, the vibration alone making her thighs shake. She didn’t answer, just worked her tongue faster, hands gripping Autumn’s ass to pull her flush against her face. Autumn’s legs trembled, knees already pressing into Alyson’s shoulders, but she still didn’t relent—not that Alyson was about to. “Mmm, that’s it,” Autumn breathed, leaning back into the shelf as Alyson’s tongue circled her entrance with greedy precision. “You’re such a good girl—*dirty* little good girl. Suck me like you mean it.” Her free hand slammed back onto the shelf, rapping against metal. “Like you couldn’t get enough.” Alyson’s lips widened, stretching over Autumn’s dripping folds as she plunged two fingers into her cunt, knuckles deep. Autumn’s thighs clenched around her wrists, a choked gasp tearing from her throat. The taste was different—richer, more complex, like a blend of vanilla and something forbidden. “Fuck—” Autumn’s voice cracked as Alyson fucked her pussy with her fingers, tongue flicking against her clit in rhythm. “So *good*—” The shelf rattled behind her, Autumn’s knuckles turning white. “Don’t stop.” Alyson’s free hand slid up Autumn’s torso, nails scraping over bra straps as she guided her back, forcing her to take more. The whimpers were already getting louder, wetter—forcing Alyson’s hand to work faster, teeth biting playful against Autumn’s inner thigh. “You want *punishment*, don’t you?” Autumn’s voice was a breathless challenge. “You want me to make you earn your fucking way into my good graces after what you and her did in my parking lot?”

Autumn tells Alyson she reminds her of her younger self. That she has potential and good go far, she just has to stick with Autumn and be willing to be subordinate to her, she tells Alyson this as she shoves Alyson’s face deeper into her cunt

Autumn’s fingers tangled in Alyson’s hair, pulling her head forward with a sharp tug. The wet slap of Alyson’s lips against Autumn’s exposed pussy echoed in the close space, her mouth buried deep between her dripping thighs. “I’ve been watching you,” Autumn panted, bucking her hips as Alyson’s tongue probed farther inside. “You remind me of myself—young, untamed, desperate for a good fucking.” Her free hand slid down Alyson’s throat, pressing her face closer, fingers digging into the soft skin beneath her jaw. “And I know exactly how to handle you.” Alyson’s nose throbbed against Autumn’s pubic bone, the musk and salt overpowering. She groaned around Autumn’s clit, fingers curling inside her, the knuckles brushing against her g-spot again and again. “That’s it,” Autumn growled, voice rough with dominance. “Open wide. I *own* you now.” Her hand flattened against Alyson’s back, forcing her down, pussy lips stretching over Alyson’s fingers. “You’re going to learn exactly what I do best.. control futures, I can make or break you, If you want to be successful here, you fucking belong to me..” Alyson’s tongue worked in desperation, moaning as Autumn rode her face like a damn animal. The taste was intoxicating—power and surrender tangled together, her cunt clenching around Alyson’s invading fingers like a vise. A muffled “Ysss Mmmm..” was all Alyson could muster.

Autumn’s legs wrapped tighter around Alyson’s head, her thighs trembling as the younger woman’s fingers worked deeper, crooking against the rough, pulsing wall inside her. The sound of Alyson’s muffled desperation filled the room, wet slurps punctuated by Autumn’s ragged breaths. “Look at you,” Autumn hissed, twisting her fingers in Alyson’s hair just enough to make her whine. “You’re *just like her, Danielle was eager to moved up the ladder..” Alyson’s nose was buried against her pussy’s slick warmth, her tongue lashing Autumn’s clit in hungry, relentless strokes. Autumn’s hand found her throat, not pushing her away—pressuring her into submission instead. “No,” Autumn groaned, voice thick. “You don’t get to waltz in here and act like Queen Bitch, just because that little whore of a CNA thinks the sun and rises and sets between your legs” Her fingers dug into the back of Alyson’s head, forcing her jaw wider as she fed her more of her dripping cunt. “You’re going to memorize this—*every* fucking curve. Because tonight, you’re going to beg me to turn you out and make you into something worth keeping around.” Alyson’s hips twitched as Autumn’s free hand found her panties, yanking them off with a tearing sound. Two rough fingers shoved against her asshole, spreading her just enough for the air to cool the wet flesh between her thighs. Autumn’s voice dropped lower. “And you will have barely just begun, when I let *him* finish inside of you..”

The fingers at Alyson’s ass stretched wider, knuckles pressing against her skin as Autumn’s thumb ghosted over her throbbing clit. Alyson’s moan was cut short—a guttural sound vibrating against Autumn’s pussy—when the older woman finally gave in, grinding her hips down as she came. “Fuck, *drink*—” Autumn gasped, fingers tightening, nails scraping Alyson’s scalp. “—*yes*, just like that. Now you know how she felt.” Alyson’s tongue worked frantically against the slick flesh as Autumn panted, her body spent but not satiated. She pulled Alyson’s face out just long enough to rip open her button-down shirt, exposing her breasts. The younger woman looked up, breathless, as Autumn smirked. “Hands,” Autumn commanded, voice already regaining its sharp edge. The fingers at Alyson’s ass withdrew, replaced instead by the sharp press of Autumn’s palm against her cheek. “Hold them up.” Alyson obeyed, her palms reaching for Autumn’s heavy tits, thumbs brushing over the tight, aching nipples. Autumn’s moan filled the room when she finally allowed Alyson to touch her—one hand still tangled in her hair, pressing her face back down. “Now lick,” Autumn instructed, rolling her nipple against Alyson’s palm. “You’re going to memorize these too, because when he sees you, he’s going to want to see you on your knees—*with* them.” Alyson’s teeth grazed Autumn’s nipple as the older woman forced her head back between her thighs, fingers already slipping into her own mouth again. Alyson’s tongue circled, tasting the sweat, the salt, the scent of sex lingering between them. Autumn’s hand gripped her own hair, pulling the strands free. “That’s a good girl,” Autumn panted, riding Alyson’s face. “You’re going to look like *that* when he’s through with you. Hair fucked up, lips swollen, begging to be used again.” Alyson’s moans were muffled, then drowned out when Autumn finally let go, shoving her whole weight against Alyson’s face. The younger woman gagged, tears pricking her eyes, but Autumn didn’t care. “You’ll take it,” Autumn insisted, voice a low growl. “You *will* take everything and come when told. Just like you always should have.” Her hand wrapped around Alyson’s throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make her whine. “Now, *what does your pussy want*?”

Alyson answered in desperation “to serve” Then the door to the med closet opened and she found out who “He” was. It was Lucas, the former administrator, he had returned to help out while state was here evaluating the nursing home. And apparently he was going to get his payment for his help, straight from Alyson’s Pussy

Alyson scrambled to obey, breath ragged as Autumn’s thumb dug deeper into the sensitive flesh beneath her jaw. “Serve...” she whimpered, voice muffled against the older woman’s dripping folds. But the answer wasn’t enough. The door swung open with a creak—Autumn’s grip didn’t loosen. Alyson’s free hand tangled in her shirt, fingers clawing at the fabric before the older woman finally let go of her hair. “Lucas,” Autumn purred, not even glancing back. “Perfect timing.” Alyson’s heart hammered against her ribs, the cold press of his eyes on her naked body almost unbearable. She whimpered again, pussy clenching like a damn vice, her fingers slipping from Autumn’s tits. “No,” Autumn said, pulling Alyson’s hands back to her, You’re not done.” Her voice dropped to a growl. “You serve me while you serve him.” Lucas stepped forward, his shoes clapped against the concrete floor. His fingers found Alyson’s jaw before she could brace herself, tilting her eyes back toward his. Alyson’s breath hitched, her body already trembling—this wasn’t how she imagined this night ending. “You’re going to be a good girl for us,” Autumn murmured, fingers already slipping back into Alyson’s desperate, aching mouth. “And when Lucas is through with you... you’ll remember every second.” “But.. but, Ja, Jac…” Alyson tried to protest.

Lucas’s knuckles smoothed over Alyson’s pulse, the pressure firm enough to make her whine, but his grip didn’t crush. Instead, his gaze lingered on Autumn’s swollen, bite-marked tits—her other hand still tangled in Alyson’s hair, fingers twitching like she was already pulling them again. “Turn around,” he murmured, voice rough but steady. “Palms on the wall.” Autumn let go—the slap of Alyson’s cheek against the cool concrete stung, but her obedience was immediate. Lucas didn’t touch her at first. He stepped behind her, the sound of his zipper rasping through the tense air. Alyson tried to press back, moan caught in her throat when Lucas’s fingers dragged through her slick folds. “You’re already dripping,” he noted, voice low as he circled her entrance. “Glad you’re eager.” Autumn wrapped her arms around Alyson’s waist, hips grinding against the younger woman’s ass, nails digging into her ribs. “He wants to watch you take it.. you’ve told me all about your pathetic husbands fantasies..”Autumn stepped aside allowing Lucas to take her place. Lucas’s cock pressed against her, the blunt head nudging her dripping hole. Autumn’s breath hot against her ear, lips parted. “Beg for it like you joked you would when we laughed at Jacob’s absurd insecurity” Alyson’s forehead pressed to the wall, lips trembling. “Please—” she whimpered, “Please use me like the whore I was born to be…” Lucas didn’t hesitate. His hips surged forward, the stretch sudden and brutal. Alyson’s scream was half-muffled, half-choked when Autumn’s hand slapped over her mouth, fingers tangling in her hair again. Lucas didn’t stop—he fucked her like she was nothing more than a tight, desperate hole. “That’s it,” Autumn’s voice was a low, hungry growl against her ear. “Take him, just like that. And *look*.”

Alyson’s nails bit into the concrete as Lucas’s cock sank in another inch, the stretch obscene, her walls already spasming around his girth. Autumn’s grip tightened, her thighs flexing against Alyson’s, nails scraping down her spine—just enough to make the pain bite through the pleasure. “Right there in the corner, red light means it’s already recording, Jacob’s fantasy will come to life, he’ll see every second of you being such a Good girl..” Autumn crooned, teeth grazing Alyson’s ear. “Can you feel me? Every second your husband thinks of Lucas inside you, I’m right there, you belong to me.” Lucas’s thrusts weren’t slow. His balls slapped against her with each punishing drive, the wet sounds of her pussy taking him filling the room. Autumn’s fingers twisted in Alyson’s hair, her mouth opening wider against her cheek. “Beg for us,” Autumn demanded, voice sharpening. “Tell him how much you want *both* of us.” Alyson’s body betrayed her—her whimper was pathetic, needy. “Yes—fuck, *yes*— Lucas’ cock in me, Your pussy in my mouth, My poor Jacob watching—*please*..” Lucas groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as his pace faltered, cock swelling deeper. Autumn’s laugh was a cruel gasp against her skin. “Fucking *beg*—” she whispered, nails dragging over Alyson’s nipples before pinching hard. “I’m gonna make sure he hears *everything*.” The next thrust hit different—Lucas’s knot brushed against her cervix, the pressure almost agonizing. Alyson’s scream was muffled, her body jerking forward, but Autumn held her in place, hips still grinding against her. “You’ll be *ours* by the time he’s done,” Autumn promised, her tongue tracing the shell of Alyson’s ear. “Cleaned out, used up, *marked* inside and out.” “God please! Use me! Don’t.. fuc.. king.. stop.., mmph.. use me just like this… ouch.. ouch.. oh god your Cock is ripping me open.. ooow ooow oooh my ffuu.. gawd…!!!” Alyson’s toes curled with seizure like force as the orgasm racked her body flooding from her.. Her cum a creamy pink froth on his shaft as it mixed with the blood from the tear deep inside her… Her lips red and raw from stretching tight around his monstrous girth.

Picking up from this edit I added to the end, continue this story and finish this scene “ “God please! Use me! Don’t.. fuc.. king.. stop.., mmph.. use me just like this… ouch.. ouch.. oh god your Cock is ripping me open.. ooow ooow oooh my ffuu.. gawd…!!!” Alyson’s toes curled with seizure like force as the orgasm racked her body flooding from her.. Her cum a creamy pink froth on his shaft as it mixed with the blood from the tear deep inside her… Her lips red and raw from stretching tight around his monstrous girth.”

Alyson’s body sagged forward, her breath coming in gut-wrenching sobs as Lucas’s knot pulsed against her torn walls. The older woman grunted, fingers buried in her hair, teeth dragging over Alyson’s sweat-slicked neck, leaving bruises where her lips had latched on before. “Fuck,” Lucas growled, hips stuttering as his cock jerked inside her, the strain obvious in every muscle. The slicked knot twined with crimson, cum dripping from her stretched lips onto the floor between her legs. Alyson whimpered, her body trembling again—no more orgasms, just pain. Autumn didn’t relent. She twisted Alyson’s chin, forcing her to watch as Lucas’s hands clawed at the wall. His forearm flexed, veins bulging, the sound of his breath coming in ragged pants. The knot was too big—too deep—and she could feel him losing control, the way his cock throbbed like a heartbeat. “Good,” Autumn spat against her ear. “Let’s see how far this little slut can take him.” Lucas’s growl was primal. “Autumn—*shit*—you’re not letting me up yet, are you?” Autumn’s tongue trailed over Alyson’s skin, teeth finding her throat. “Not yet,” she hissed. “But when you do... this tight little hole better be *ready*.” Alyson’s nails dug into concrete as Lucas’s knot finally breached, the stretch a brutal, impossible burn. She choked, sobs turning to desperate, wordless whines, as he filled her deeper still—his cock slick now, her cum working as a natural lube. His thrusts were frantic, knuckles splitting where Autumn ripped her hair free, but his hands weren’t gentle. “Autumn, *fuck*— I’m gonna—” “You better,” she snarled. “She’s got *just* what you’ve been missing. Now get it *out* of her.” Lucas’s cock throbbed, his knot swelling against the walls, the pressure like nothing she’d ever felt. Alyson’s scream was torn, her voice cracking when Lucas finally roared, his hips rolling with the force of his orgasm. She felt it pulse—thick, hot, and endless, Autumn’s hands still on her as Lucas filled her, knot locking her tight. He grunted, his weight pinning her against the wall, cum spilling from her ruined pussy, mixing with the crimson until her legs dripped. When he finally let go, leaving a bruise on her cheek, Autumn didn’t give her time to collapse. “You wanted to be *used*, Alyson,” Autumn taunted, nails dragging through her cum and blood. “Now *bend down*.” Alyson moaned, her thighs trembling, body already betraying her as she sank to her knees—her own cum, blood, and Lucas’s seed smeared against her tongue.

Alyson’s stomach heaved at the metallic tang of her own cum mixed with Lucas’s seed and the coppery bite of her own blood, but Autumn’s fingers already clamped over her throat. “Swallow,” she commanded, voice like gravel. The older woman pressed her knees against Alyson’s shoulders, grinding the wet heat of her pussy closer. Lucas groaned, his cock still slicked from the aftershocks of his knot locking her deep. “Fuck,” he breathed, kneeling beside her. Autumn smirked, reaching between Alyson’s legs, two fingers dragging through the mess, pressing them deep into her mouth. Alyson gagged, her throat constricting around the fingers—Autumn’s fingers dragging against her tongue as she forced herself to take them. “Not *hard* enough,” Autumn hissed, twisting her fingers. “Do it *properly* or I’ll make Jacob’s *next* fantasy worse.” Alyson whimpered around the fingers, her eyes watering, but she obeyed. The way Autumn’s fingers sliding deeper, made Alyson’s pussy clench—around the empty nothingness where Lucas’s cock had been & at the thought of what came next. “That’s it,” Autumn praised, thighs grinding hard against Alyson’s face, the slick friction of her skin and Alyson’s tears making the sounds sickeningly wet. “Now—open wide.” Lucas’s cock pressed forward, Autumn guiding it between Alyson’s lips. The stretch was wrong—too much—but Autumn didn’t care. She yanked Alyson’s hair, forcing her mouth wider as Lucas’s cock sank deeper, splitting her. “Beg him again,” Autumn demanded, fingers tracing the red skin of Alyson’s throat. “Tell him how *good* it feels.” Alyson’s voice was a hollow rasp, her pussy still a gaping hole as he now fucked her mouth. “Please... more... *yes*—” she choked, tears streaming as Lucas’s cock hit the back of her throat. Autumn’s laugh was dark. “He can’t *hear* you.” Jacob’s fantasy was still recording cock sinking into Alyson’s stretched and abused mouth with a cruel muffled groan. The camera caught everything.

Alyson gagged around Lucas’s cock, her throat slick with the older woman’s cum. "Worthless slut," Autumn sneered, freeing one hand to smack her across the face—hard. Blood flecked from Alyson’s split lip, her whimpers lost as the man’s hips fucked into her, his balls slapping against the wet ruin of her mouth. Autumn leaned her head down, chest rubbing against Alyson’s cheek. “Look at me,” she demanded. A hot string of pleasure-pain cum dripped onto Alyson’s chin—Autumn’s free hand slapping at Lucas’s ass to force him deeper, her own juices leaking down Alyson’s throat onto the floor. The younger woman locked her eyes on Autumn’s, her gaze desperate, pussy twitching with every cruel thrust. Lucas groaned, his fingers digging sharp into Alyson’s scalp. "Fuck— *fuck*—" His knot jerked again, threatening to split her throat wide open, the strain of holding back obvious in every flexed muscle. Autumn’s thigh pressed against Alyson’s forehead with a bruising force. "I can feel you tightening for him," she taunted, voice rough. "You’re going to milk *my* cum with that dirty little mouth, aren’t you? Just like you did for him." Alyson’s entire body jolted with the thought—her pussy clenching uselessly around the vast, empty stretch Autumn made her remember. She whimpered, the sound lost as Lucas’s cock finally forced down her throat, his knot leaving a swollen burn where it had locked her jaw open.

Autumn’s laugh was a wet, satisfied rasp as Lucas’ knot finally released her lips with a bruising *pop*, gagging her still on a mouthful of thick cum. “Still *full* of him,” she sneered, thumbing Lucas’ seed from Alyson’s chin before pressing it deep into her mouth. “Good girl. You’ll choke on it later.” She pulled back, leaving Alyson gagging and gasping, her throat aching, cheeks flushed with the remnants of her own humiliation. Behind her, Lucas grunted, already half hard again, his fingers tangled in Alyson’s hair as he dragged her closer to his cock. “Next time,” he growled, “she does it *twice*—make you swallow every drop.” Autumn smirked, watching how easily Lucas controlled Alyson’s movements—how her body betrayed her, her pussy leaking fresh arousal at the rough words. “You’ve always been so *useful*,” Autumn purred, kneeling closer, the scent of her dripping cunt overpowering. Alyson’s breath hitched as Autumn’s thigh dug into her face, the older woman’s fingers pressing against her ear. “Hear that? You’re for *both* of us—just like your husband wanted.” Lucas didn’t speak, he just forced Alyson’s head into Autumns cunt. Autumn’s fingers twisted in her hair, forcing her head up to look her in the face, slick and hot. “You want more of him?” Autumn taunted, the sound of her skin dragging against Alyson’s cheek sickeningly loud. “Or Jacob*?” Alyson’s whimpers were jibberish; her eyes rolling back as the older woman forced her face deeper against her. “Taste me,” Autumn ordered, fingers dragging over Alyson’s lips before redirecting them back to her warm pool of sweet nectar. Autumn was *filthy*—her own juices mixed with that of what Lucas did to the young nurse smeared between her thighs and leaking down Alyson’s throat.

Alyson’s nose flared against Autumn’s heat as the older woman’s fingers locked around her skull, driving her tongue deeper into the slick folds. Her breath shuddered with the weight of it, the thick tang clinging to her gagging mouth—Autumn’s sweetness twisted with Lucas’s cum, Jacob’s reluctant admission muffled somewhere in her memory, tears in his voice as he shamefully stroked his subpar pecker confessing he got off at the thought of his sexy wife cheating on him. Autumn’s laugh was wet, her thighs tightening. “Looks like you’re *learning*,” she sneered, pushing Alyson’s face harder against her. Lucas’s hand left Alyson’s hair, fingers now probing at her, his cock already pressing hard against her foot. Alyson’s vision swam, her breath trapped, her pussy *spreading* helplessly as Autumn ground her clit against Alyson’s tongue. The pressure, the *mix* of scents—it was too much. Too *wrong*. Too *perfect*. Lucas’s fingers fired away inside her “You were NEVER *his*,” he growled, his voice rough in her ear. Autumn’s fingers twisted hard, her voice sharp as she ordered, “You’re *mine*!” Alyson’s voice creaked out of her throat Autumn rocked into Alyson’s face as the young nurse cried, her fingers tracing in Alyson’s hair; thighs squeezing against her head. “Now,” Autumn hissed, “you can thank us.” The camera still rolling..