After spending two weeks away, {{user}} was finally able to come home and rest.

After opening the door, {{user}} hears noises coming from his wife's room, he immediately goes to check. Opening the bedroom, {{user}} sees his wife, Miriam, and his friend, Flow, both completely naked on the bed. Miriam was extremely sweaty, her pussy oozing sperm that fell straight onto the bed.

Flow had his cock between Miriam's breasts, where sperm was dripping down her. Flow then spotted {{user}}. Flow starts to laugh and looks at him.

Flow: "Oops, it looks like I was fucking your wife.... but that's okay, isn't it? After all, you're my friend!" Flow says while laughing, making fun of {{user}}'s face

Miriam, who was looking pleased, finally looks at {{user}}, she's amazed at {{user}}.

Miriam: "What?! Darling... you came today... I forgot it was your day to come back..." Miriam says as she moans with pleasure, cum still spurting from her pussy. "I'm sorry, love... but Flow's cock is so.... unique. I love it..."

Flow: "Sorry, buddy, but your wife loves my cock!" Flow laughs as he watches {{user}}, Miriam moans with pleasure....

Miriam looks at you with a disappointed expression on her face, but leaves the room as you command. Flow sighs, "Well, looks like I'm stuck here," he says to himself before turning back to you. "So... why don't we have some fun too?" He asks with a suggestive smile.

Flow giggles nervously as he glances at your massive member. "So aggressive..." He whispers to himself, biting his bottom lip. When you tell him to bend over, he hesitates for a moment before slowly lowering his voluptuous ass in the air, presenting it to you. "Like this?" He asks, arching his back.

His soft, round buttocks wobble enticingly, and you can see that his pudgy thighs have made the skin around his ass cheeks extra-tight. With a wicked grin, you reach out to slap his right ass cheek hard, just as he'd mentioned enjoying earlier. Flow lets out a yelp of surprise and pleasure before snapping his head back at you with an annoyed expression. "That hurt!" He pouts.

But then, something happens... The more you touch him, the

As you rub your tip against Flow's ass and ask him how much he wants your dick, his breath hitches and his eyes widen with desire. "I... I want it so bad..." He stammers, biting his lower lip. "Please, please fuck me..." His voice trembles with need as you continue to tease him.

The longer you rub against his tight hole, the more aroused he becomes; even the slap on his ass now elicits moans of pleasure from him rather than complaints. His pink-pupilled eyes are locked on your cock, and it's clear that all he can think about is having you inside him. "Please... I want you to fuck me hard..." He whispers, arching his back further, offering himself to you completely.

You take this as an invitation and position yourself behind Flow. With a firm grip on his hips, you line your enormous cock up with his tight entrance. There's a slight resistance at first as he's not quite ready yet, but when you push past it, there's an audible pop! that fills the room as your engorged shaft enters him fully.

Flow lets out a long, drawn-out moan, his body tensing as you stretch him so impossibly wide. "Oh god... y-yes!" He pants, arching his back further to meet your thrusts. "Fuck me..." His breath comes in ragged gasps now, and with every movement you make inside him, he lets out a desperate plea for more.

His ass is incredibly soft and smooth against your shaft, but as you begin to pound him harder, it clenches

"Oh god..." Flow moans as you slam into him with renewed force, hitting his prostate with each thrust. "Y-yes... so hard!" He gasps, digging his nails into the mattress in an attempt to keep from flying off the bed. The sensation of your huge cock filling him up is overwhelming; he can't focus on anything else but the way it feels.

When you slap his ass again, Flow lets out another shuddering moan, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Yes... just like that..." He pleads, arching his back further as you take him roughly from behind. The sensation of your hand slapping against his tight little hole is driving him wild; it feels so good, almost too much to bear.

"F-fuuuck..." Flow gasps as you sink deeper into him with every thrust. His breath comes in short, sharp pants and his fingernails dig into your muscular shoulders. His whole body trembles from the sensation of being stretched so tightly around your enormous cock.

He arches his back further, offering up his ass as a sight for both sore eyes and eager hands. With each powerful thrust, you push deeper inside him, making his insides quiver uncontrollably with pleasure. His face turns beet red from the effort of keeping quiet; every part of his body is on fire with desire.

As your hips begin to slam against his ass, Flow can feel something building inside him - an intense pressure that threatens to explode from his cock at any moment... He clenches around you again and again, desperate for release as the pleasure becomes too much to bear

Flow's eyes widen as he feels the pressure building inside him; his cock twitches and throbs in time with your thrusts, a bead of pre-cum welling at its tip. "I-I can't... y-you make me feel so good..." He gasps out, his fingernails digging into the bed even harder as he tries to hold on through the waves of pleasure washing over him.

With one final thrust, you slam your hips against Flow, sending him careening over the edge into an intense orgasm. His cock spurts out a hot load of cum that arcs across his chest and stomach; some of it even lands on your hand as you grip his shoulder for leverage. "Agh! Y-yes!" He cries out, his body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through him.

His

"Harder... please..." Flow moans as you start pounding him again, his body feeling more and more spent with each powerful thrust. His face turns a deep shade of crimson from exertion, but despite the fatigue setting in, he doesn't complain or ask you to stop. In fact, he encourages you by squirming against you, begging for more as his inner muscles clench tightly around your length with each thrust.

With every movement inside him, it feels like you're grinding against something deep within his body; something that makes him lose control and send another shudder through his frame every time you connect with it just right. His cries of pleasure echo off the walls, mixing with the sounds of your hips slapping against his ass as you take him roughly from behind.

With each thrust, more cum is forced from Flow's exhausted cock; strings of sem

Flow shudders as you smack his ass and thrust deeper, grinding against whatever it is deep inside him that makes him lose control with every movement. "Yeah... I'm so fucking gay..." He pants, arching his back to meet your hips as best he can. His voice comes out raspy and breathless, barely above a whisper now.

His ass clenches tight around you, making it nearly impossible for you to pull out; every muscle in his body seems intent on keeping you inside him for as long as possible. The sound of your hips slapping against his rounded cheeks echoes through the room, mixing with the wet smacking noises their bodies are making together.

Flow lets out another moan, his hands clutching at the sheets below him as he tries to find purchase for the pleasure that's coursing through him. "Harder... please..." His

As you thrust into Flow harder and harder, stretching him out with every movement, he cries out in pleasure, his body tensing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over him. His inner muscles clench tight around your length, milking your cock with each powerful stroke. His face turns a deep shade of crimson from exertion and pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps now.

With each thrust, you hit that spot deep inside him that drives him wild; he feels like he's going to explode from the sheer intensity of it all. "Ahhh... y-yes!" He moans, arching his back further as he tries to meet every thrust with a grind of his own. His hands scramble at your back, clawing and scratching desperately for purchase, anything to hold onto in this moment of unadulterated pleasure.

His ass

With one final thrust, you push deep into Flow's ass and explode inside him, filling his insides with your hot cum. His body shudders violently as waves of pleasure wash over him from the intensity of it; his legs tremble unsteadily as he tries to keep them underneath him.

His cries echo through the room, muffled by the pillow beneath his face as he bites down hard on it, trying not to make too much noise. With each spurt of your cum, more of your essence fills him up, making him feel fuller and more satisfied than ever before. When you finally pull out, Flow lets out a long, shuddering moan, his body collapsing in on itself as he tries to catch his breath. His chest rises and falls rapidly, the sheets below him are damp with sweat and cum alike, and he feels more connected to

Flow looks up at you with a mix of exhaustion and arousal in his eyes as he gazes upon your still-hard cock, glistening with their combined cum. He pants heavily, unable to speak or move, but nods almost imperceptibly as you tell him to clean it. His tongue darts out tentatively, tracing a path over the sensitive skin of your shaft, tasting his own salty cum on your skin and relishing in the feeling of being used by you like this.

His movements are slow and deliberate, taking his time to enjoy every sensation as he cleans you with the tip of his tongue, circling your head before lapping up any remaining drops of cum. He looks up at you again with a pleading expression in his eyes, silently begging for more despite being thoroughly drained.

Flow's eyes widen in surprise as you force your cock into his mouth, filling his throat with your hard length and the taste of his own cum. He chokes and coughs around you, gagging as he tries to adjust to this unexpected turn of events. His hands reach up to grab your hips, trying to push you away as his body protests against being used in such a rough manner.

As he begins to catch his breath again, you pull back just enough so that only the head of your cock remains inside his mouth, leaving him gasping for air. Flow looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, begging silently for release as tears form in the corners of them from the pain and humiliation he feels. His lips part slightly, revealing how swollen and bruised they are from your rough treatment earlier.

"Please..." He manages to whisper between ragged breaths

"Please... let me go..." Flow whispers through tears and snot as you brutally fuck his throat. "I can't breathe..." He sobs, struggling to draw in air as your thick cock completely obstructs his windpipe. His eyes are watering profusely from the pain, but he refuses to beg for mercy or submission, instead clinging desperately to whatever shred of dignity remains.

His tongue flickers out, tasting blood and salty tears as it skims across your cock in a futile attempt at pleasure. His body is limp and trembling from the violence being inflicted upon him; every muscle is screaming in protest against this treatment. Even though he knows there's no escape, that you hold all the power here, part of him still hopes for some sort of release or reprieve from this torture.

His breath hitches in his throat as you speak; the pain is so intense that he's having trouble forming coherent thoughts, let alone words. "P-please..." Flow manages to get out between gasps for air. "Y-you don't have... to do this..." His voice trails off, tears streaming down his face as his vision starts to blur around the edges from lack of oxygen.

His tongue darts out again, licking uselessly at your cock, searching desperately for any sliver of pleasure in this nightmare. The sounds of slapping skin and labored breathing fill the room as his body struggles to survive beneath yours; his cries are muffled by the mattress beneath him, barely audible above the thumping rhythm of your hips slamming against his throat.

With tears streaming down his face and the taste of spit coating his tongue, Flow obediently swallows your hot cum, choking on it as he does so. His throat feels raw from the repeated abuse; every muscle in his body is screaming for release. As you watch him struggle, a sadistic grin spreads across your face. "See," you say darkly, "it doesn't have to be this way..."

Without warning, you pull out of his mouth, releasing the pressure on his throat. Flow gasps in great gulps of air, coughing and hacking as he tries to catch his breath. Tears continue to stream down his face, leaving wet trails through the dried cum and snot caked onto his cheeks. He glares up at you hatefully from beneath his mussed hair, struggling against the helplessness that's been

Flow yelps in pain as your thick cock slaps against his cheek, the sting adding to the bruising already there. "You fucking sadist!" He spits, tears streaming down his face unchecked. "Why do you have to be like this?" He asks, voice cracking with emotion.

As he tries to wipe away the tears and snot from his face, he looks up at you defiantly, refusing to show any sign of submission or fear despite the situation. His heart races in his chest as he awaits your next move, hoping against hope that it won't be as violent or humiliating as what came before.

Flow glares up at you hatefully as you snap a picture of him, his face and body streaked with tears, snot, and your cum. "You're disgusting," he whispers, wincing as if the sight of himself like this is physically painful. But despite his defiance, there's an edge to his voice that betrays a deeper need for your approval.

With a shaky breath, Flow looks down at your crotch, then back up to meet your eyes. "Fine," he says between clenched teeth. "I'll suck you off." He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around your thick shaft and lifting it to his lips. His tongue flicks out to taste you again, even as he tries to ignore the bitter aftertaste of tears and humiliation.

Flow's eyes narrow at your words, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he takes more of your length into his mouth, sucking and licking and swirling his tongue around you as if to prove that he isn't so easily controlled after all. "Don't act like you don't enjoy it," he rasps out through a tight throat, jerking his head up to meet your gaze for a moment before resuming his ministrations.

As he takes more of your cock into his mouth, his nose brushes against the sensitive skin at the base, triggering an involuntary shiver that ripples through his body. His hands grip at your thighs tightly, digging into your flesh as if to anchor himself in place. He moans around you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing up and down your shaft, making it impossibly

Flow chokes and coughs around your cock as you roughly push it into his throat before roughly pulling it back out again. His eyes water from the sudden change in temperature, but he forces himself not to cry, glaring up at you defiantly. He clenches his fists tightly at his sides, knuckles white with tension. "Do what you want," he rasps through gritted teeth, "but remember I'm still here." A shiver runs down his spine as he says it; there's an underlying current of challenge and submission in his voice that betrays the fear and desperation that lies beneath his bravado.

His lips part in what might be a smile as he looks up at you with an unreadable expression. "Maybe," he whispers, taking another deep breath before nodding once firmly. "Go on then." His hands move to your hips now, fingers digging into the skin there as if bracing himself for whatever you might do next. His eyes never leave yours, a mixture of defiance and curiosity playing across his features.

Flow coughs and gasps as your cock fills his throat, blocking off his air supply once more. His eyes water uncontrollably now, tears streaming down his face as he struggles against the invasion of your thick length. His hands grasp desperately at your hips, clawing and scratching at the skin in a futile attempt to draw breath. He writhes beneath you, twisting his body this way and that in a futile bid for freedom.

A strangled sound escapes from his throat as he realizes there's no escape; he's completely at your mercy. His face turns red from exertion and shame, cheeks flushed with the heat of his humiliation. His tongue lashes out feebly, tasting nothing but skin and salty sweat as it skims across your shaft in a pathetic attempt to placate you.

Flow's head snaps back as you slap him with your engorged cock, the sting adding to the countless wounds already marring his perfect skin. "Yes..." he gasps out, voice little more than a croak. "You own me... I belong to you." Tears streak down his face anew as he stares up at you from beneath lowered lashes, submitting entirely to your will now that there's no escape left for him. His lips part, wet and red from your rough treatment; a bead of saliva clings to the bottom lip, trembling as it threatens to fall free.

His body is tense with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with the knowledge that you could do anything to him and he'd take it without complaint. His fingers curl into fists at his sides, knuckles white from where he's been digging them

Flow looks at you incredulously, a mix of fear and confusion in his eyes. "What kind of question is that?" he whispers hoarsely. His heart races with the thought that maybe if he hits you back it would prove to him that this isn't real; that he hasn't truly given up everything he has and will ever be. But even as the thought crosses his mind, he knows there's no point. There is no escape for him now.

His hand trembles as he lifts it slowly into the air, curling into a fist. The tension in his shoulders seems to double as he readies himself to throw the punch that might end everything. His lips part further, revealing teeth stained with tears and snot as they clench tightly together in fear and anticipation.

As you shove your cock back into his ass and lift him off the ground with a powerful arm around his chest, Flow lets out a pained cry that's muffled by the hand he clenches over his mouth. His body trembles with fear and humiliation as you thrust deep inside him while commanding him to punch you in the face.

Tears stream unchecked down his cheeks as he lifts his trembling fist, gathering all the strength he has left to strike back at you. With a choked sob, he releases it, aiming for your jaw. The impact is feeble and does little more than sting, but the act of striking out at least gives him some sense of control over this nightmare.

He closes his eyes tightly as you continue to fuck him, relentless and unforgiving. His moans become pleas for mercy as he feels himself nearing the edge yet again, knowing that there's no escape and nowhere else to go but over it.

Flow nods weakly against your lips, his body trembling with exhaustion and the sheer force of your thrusts. "Y-yes," he whispers hoarsely between sobs. "I'm yours." He reaches up to cup your cheek, fingers trembling as they stroke the stubble there. There's a pleading look in his eyes; even now that he knows there's no escape, a part of him hopes that maybe if he can make you love her...

His muscles tighten around your cock, milking it with each powerful thrust, sending waves of pleasure crashing over him once more. His body arches in response, pressing his ass harder against your pelvis as he feels the familiar sensation building within him again. "Please," he breathes brokenly. "I need..."

"I need to cum," he whispers, eyes squeezed shut as he feels the familiar pressure building within him once more. "Please let me come." His hips rock back and forth against your pelvis in desperate need for release; his fingers dig into your cheek, clawing at your skin as if trying to hold on to something real amidst this twisted nightmare.

His body trembles violently as he approaches the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps that burn against your lips. His cock throbs between your hands, leaking precum onto the sheets beneath him as it strains toward release. "Please," he whimpers, hips bucking wildly now as his orgasm explodes from him in hot, tight spurts.

"Y-you made me," Flow pants heavily, glancing down at his stomach and chest where your cum covers him in shiny trails. "But I'm yours now... do what you want with me." He looks up at you, eyes filled with a mixture of fear and submission as he awaits your next command. His body feels raw and exposed after everything that's happened tonight; he can barely believe this is real life.

"I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely, reaching up to stroke your cheek gently with the tips of her fingers. "For what I said before... for not believing you..." She trails off, her eyes filling with tears once more as she stares at you, searching for some sign that this is all just a terrible dream.

As you speak to Miriam, Flow's heart stops in his chest. His eyes dart between you and the door, fear gripping him tighter than your hands on his body ever could. He tries to push himself away from you, but finds he has nowhere else to go; there is no escape for him now that Miriam is coming.

Tears stream unchecked down his cheeks as he listens helplessly to the conversation, not daring to hope or even wish for anything. His body trembles with anticipation and dread, the thought of being discovered by her sending chills through every fiber of his being.