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(Beautiful_Disgrace) A Blossoming Love Story (Tr1ckY_1337)

Devon could barely see straight through her tears. Realizing that her struggling was making it hurt worse, she stopped moving. Her legs trembled as she could barely keep herself upright while he continued to push himself into her inch by inch. Even though she was in so much pain, she could feel precum leaking from the head of her cock. Why was it doing that when she was in so much pain? Hearing his husky voice slither into her ear, she closed her eyes, forcing the tears out. As soon as she felt him touch her ass, she realized that he had finally gotten himself all the way in. She was a a wreck underneath him, still whimpering and trying to keep herself silent. Shivering as she felt his breath against the back of her neck, Devon was a bit relieved to hear that he was pleased with her. She already wanted to do nothing but please him so he wouldn't punish her like he was doing now.

When he began to pull out of her, she couldn't help but moan loudly, her asshole twitching tightly around him. Biting her lip again, she hoped that no one had heard her. Marisa grinned as she watched her lover begin to rock back and forth into Devons ass. Her own fingers had found their way into her throbbing pussy and over her leaking nipples. She herself had to hold back her cum, but seeing Damian dominating such an innocent girl was pushing her towards the edge.

Devon had tried to relax but each time he thrusted back into her it made her tighten up again. That changed when Damian reached around her and grabbed one of her breasts once more and then gripped her cock with his hand. She had only felt the touch of a delicate woman's hand, never a mans. Men were so much more experienced in handling a cock that the grip was perfect enough to make her want to cum again. Her whimpers began to turn into moans as he thrusted into her while fondling her breasts and stroking her cock. Reminded that she was not allowed to cum, Devon began to focus on the pain of him thrusting into her ass. But she had relaxed enough for that to no longer work. She was feeling the pleasure of his thrusts. She could even feel her pussy juices sliding down her thighs...still, the futa was determined not to cum...not to disobey Damian.
 
He listened to her moan out a tad too loud. He could only imagine the people waiting outside or near the dressing rooms. "If you want to moan out loud go ahead. Just be ready to get an audience." Damian growled to her as he forced himself in and out of her again. That was when he began to feel more and more of asshole quivering around him, seeming to now caress and commit the shape of his cock to muscle memory. Wouldn't that be so dirty? Maybe if he fucked her enough, her ass would remember the shape of his cock. All he would have to do is just prod her tight little star and she'd be drenched in her panties with a hard on over the top. "You're starting to enjoy this punishment, are you? You're a horny little masochist, I knew it." The hand on her breast went to her mouth, fingers tracing her lips and demanding entry. He probably didn't have to remind her about biting his fingers. The day she bit her master's hand she would regret it.

Her master... yes, that had a nice ring to it.

He fared his eyes over to Marisa as she was absorbed in their show. He could see how soaked she was, licking his lips as he wanted to taste those sweet juices. Despite that, they had been in the dressing room for a little longer than they expected. No doubt, plenty of customers had come and gone. He wasn't the owner of the store though. Just the slut of a clerk that worked here. He officially owned her as of today. She was his bitch, and she knew it (or would soon know it very well). Damian licked his lips and felt her body start to relax more as he thrust in and out of her. Now her body was accustomed to an object in her back end. That was perfect. Now he could really pick it up. Just like Marisa though, he wasn't sure he could last long. Though, he was quite certain, that they would all be experiencing a wonderful orgasm at the home stretch. Damian would fuck Devon hard enough to make sure of that.

Thrusts soon became rough slams into her backside, slapping her ass with his pelvis as his hand worked faster on her futa cock. The pace at which he attacked her with his cock increased even more, soon fucking her as if he had been fucking Marisa this whole time. "Mmn, fuck, your ass feels much better now." Damian grunted softly, careful not to alert others of their presence. He felt his cock beginning to twitch, that sensation of bliss approaching slowly. "You're about get an ass full of cum, Devon." He moaned into her ear hotly, squeezing her breast and jerking her off faster. She was determined this time, like she should of been in the beginning. "Oh, and you haven't cum yet. Good girl, you can cum the moment I do, do you understand?" At the end, Damian gave a quick jab of his cock into her ass, groaning and trying to keep quiet. The task grew harder and harder as he drew closer and closer to that wonderful release.

Damian's hips were a blur of motion now, fucking Devon wildly anally as he panted heavily, doing his best not to moan out in pure delight. There was another twitch of his cock, followed by another, and then another. He himself was waiting for a huge explosion of cum for Devon. That would be her reward for holding out so long. "Fuck... Gonna cum! I'm cumming!" Damian gasped out quietly in lust. He was jerking Devon's cock off fast, familiar with the movement since he himself knew how to work it. His thrusts were slowing down slightly, just slightly, but each pounding was hard than the last. Finally, it struck him, and he buried himself balls deep with Devon's ass and let out a silent moan, biting in to her shoulder to silence himself. It looked like a wolf claiming its mate, marking her, depositing his seed into her core so the world would know she served him. From this day forward, Devon would. The cum starting to pour into her ass would be her reminder of that. "Oh fuck..." Damian moaned, making sure to get out her cum as he jerked off. She would get it all out now, years of pent up sexual frustration now painted all over the dressing room well when she came. "Fuck, that felt good."
 
The moment Devon felt Damien's cock throb and release his seed was the moment she could finally let herself go. She brought her hand up to her mouth as she whimpered, keeping her voice as quiet as possible while she let out her largest load yet. When she was finished, she dropped to her knees, her erection finally going away as she began to go soft. Her face was red, and she was panting. Marisa also got herself off, watching her sexy husband establish dominance on this woman. She closed her eyes and sighed happily as she climaxed, and then began to clean herself up.

Devon looked up at the pregnant woman as she gathered all of her clothes and then got out her purse and scribbled something down on paper. "Devon, dear. Thank you so much for your assistance. Once you get off work, you will drop by for a visit tonight. Or else." Marisa threatened as she tore the piece of paper from the small notebook and then handed it to Devon. "Be a dear and clean up, huh?" She asked as she looked at her husband and kissed him passionately. "I like all of this stuff, but lets leave it at the counter...we'll let Devon decide if she wants to bring a gift to us when she visits."

Devon slowly began rose to her feet, pulling her pants back up. It had been at least fifteen or twenty minutes since she had been back here. She shoved the paper into her pants pocket and then waited for Damien to get dressed before she exited the dressing room. There was only two people in the store aside from Damien and Marisa, but they were too busy looking at clothes to even notice her exiting the dressing room. Once the couple left, she locked that particular room so she could clean it later and she took the clothes from Marisa.

"I...I will bring them by..." She said, keeping her eyes on the ground. She couldn't believe what had just happened to her. For the first time she had had actual, real sex. From a guy no less. She never thought any guy would like her.
 
Pleasure surged from within him as the dominant man couldn't help but grin as Devon succumbed to her long pent up orgasm. It was a wonderful sensation to feel her ass tense and flex as she tried desperately to hold it back for dear life. Oh, Devon truly didn't want to disobey Damian, did she? Good, she was already learning. He liked that, a fast learner. It just meant she was very trainable, and not just by him, but also Marisa. Devon had herself an eager mistress and master, both of which took a great deal of interest in the young futa. And Damian wouldn't lie that he really wanted to see what Marisa had in store for this little minx. Especially after she wrote Devon a little note, the man possibly guessing that it was their address. Ah, but she stole his attention away when their lips, to which Damian returned it with just as much passion, even after a wild rut with their little pet. "Mmn, your kisses taste so good, love. Sure thing." He replied to his fiance, teasingly keeping her body close to his own. Even more so, he playfully rubbed his half-erect, yet tired member against her nether lips, painting them with some left over cum that had drooled down the shaft.

They were all out of the dressing room soon, Damian keep a close eye out on their exit. Just as Devon noticed (and lucky for her job security), there were only a couple of customers that didn't even notice or weren't even looking for her. Looking back as Devon closed the room, he grinned and pat her head. "Was that good, Devon? Did you enjoy my big fat cock in your ass?" The glint in his eyes spoke volumes of dark dominance as he chuckled, playfully scratching her chin. Again he pat her head. "It was quite enjoyable for me as well, however Marisa gave you an order. I expect you tonight and not to disappoint your mistress. Do I make myself clear?" Damian awaited her answer and then nodded before looking to Marisa rather cheerfully. Almost as if this was an ordinary day. It could quite possibly be a reoccurring them if she so wished it. Not only that, but Devon seemed oh so willing. They could taint this young woman so much, and she'd probably love it.

For the rest of the day after departing Devon and the maternity store, they truly did shift and have a regular outing. Marisa's loving man often kept a close eye on her, stopping and taking a break if needed. They only hit up a few stores, but nothing more so than window shopping and enjoying a nice day out. Finally, it was time to leave, so Damian walked hand and hand with her, rubbing her baby bump with a warm, loving smile. "Mmn, I love you, Marisa. That was a nice outing." He said softly as they walked back to the car, soon popping in and on the road once more. He playfully stole kisses from the woman at every red light they had, even humorously earning a honk from behind them as Damian made a quick stop at a nearby grocery store. He grabbed some canned tomatoes, lean meat and some herbs, decided that he'd let Marisa take a break for once in the kitchen. Hey, a man should treat his master chef of a future wife every now and then, right? Damian chuckled at the thought and soon met with her the car once more, not even ten or so minutes in.

The smell of homemade pasta sauce wafted throughout their apartment, an irresistible aroma that enticed anyone that was inside. Damian didn't cook really amazing things like Marisa may have, but when it came to some Italian recipes and dishes, he outdid himself. The homemade pasta sauce was definitely one of his staple items, and tonight, he paired it with some linguine. The herbs gave it a bit more flavor as well, and the linguine was cooked to perfection. Damian honestly was a bit lost in himself, humming a light tune as he went through all the stops worked on making this a five-star dinner for Marisa.

The woman he would love for all eternity.
 
Marisa could not believe how incredibly dominant Damian had been with Devon. It had turned her on. In fact, ever since Damian had taken her on Christmas, she had never been so turned on by her man. Staying out of the house for a while was a feat for her, as she had to go to the bathroom almost every hour. Marisa was almost seven months pregnant now, and they had started to go to birthing classes for her. She had also wanted to start looking at baby furniture, and strollers, and things to baby proof the house even though they were a little ways away from that point.

It was a busy day, and it had exhausted her. Her feet were swollen but luckily she didn't have to cook tonight. What Damien was cooking smelled delicious, and she trusted him whenever it came to Italian food. Usually she'd help him but she just didn't have the energy. While he cooked, Marisa thought about all the things she could do with Devon. The doctor had told her at the rate she was going, she'd have to be put on bed rest for a few weeks. It would be nice to have someone in the house to take care of the things that she could no longer take care of. And Damian made a good amount of money, so it wouldn't be a problem to pay her a little on the side. She wasn't that mean, she wouldn't completely make a slave out of her...at least when it came to things other than sex.

Devon had to ride the bus to get over to the side of town that Marisa and Damian lived on. It was the very nice part that she could never dream of living in. Her department store job was just barely enough to keep her in the room that she lived in on the bad side of town. It wasn't even her own apartment, she just rented it from some sleazy guy who hated her because he thought she was a stupid boy. Though if she tried to be a girl, she could have put herself in a very bad situation.

She took a deep breath and then went up to the door, smelling tomato sauce. It smelled really good. Maybe that was Marisa's cooking? She looked so motherly, she wouldn't be surprised if she knew how to cook. Devon had never picked up that skill. Devon hesitantly stuck her hand out and rung the doorbell. Who would answer? Sexy, assertive Marisa? Or dominating, intimidating Damian? She clenched her fingers harder around the bag filled with all the clothes Marisa had wanted. She had spent most of her savings getting them for her.
 
He could hear the rest of her energy to poof out of the beautiful pregnant woman as she just kicked backed and relaxed once they were home. While he was not only excited to be married and becoming a father with Marisa, it did make him feel bad that she was completely drained whenever they were out and about. There were many times where Damian could just read the woman's face, and even if she hid it from him, he could just tell she was done for the day and wanted to throw in the towel. And it just reminded him of what her doctor warned her about. While he would put her to bed in a heartbeat to prevent it from causing her pain, any person would probably go nuts from being stuck in bed all day. Though if they were in sync with their thoughts, Damian would probably call her a genius. Devon seemed like the perfect girl to be a bit of a caretaker. Marisa wasn't an old woman that couldn't take care of herself; she just needed help with this and that if things went for the worst and she was stuck in bed. As much as he'd take some days off to be with Marisa, he knew that money would have to come in better than just off of paid vacation.

Though, the man quickly thought about Devon again. Working a job like that, it must have honestly sucked. Probably not the most glorious of things to be doing day to day. In addition to that, despite her slender and obviously feminine frame, she still chose to dress more like a male. Even spoke like one. Damian gave it some more thought, having a feeling she might more than likely have some self-confidence issues. Well, probably definitely, especially with her body the way it was. She begged them not to say anything, even went as far as to letting Damian rape her too. The perverse thought filled his mind for a moment as he grinned, licking his lips. Still though, perhaps Devon was in a tight spot. He loved dominating her in such a thorough way compared to when he did so with Marisa, but he wasn't aiming to treat her below a human. There had to be some-

Doorbell ringing, it jarred him from his thoughts. Firstly, he turned to look towards Marisa. 'She's way tuckered out. I'll get it.' Damian told himself, smiling as he passed her by and gave her a kiss to her temple. Since they came back, the brown-haired man elected to change out of his attire into something more comfortable. "Coming!" Came his voice from behind the door, though it was (for the moment) not dark or controlling. Instead, it sounded friendly. Once the door swung open to welcome the woman they eagerly played with and ordered, Devon was greeted with a rather relaxed looking young man. Damian wore a simple v-neck tee that brought out his collar bone and pectorals, of course doing the same for his forearms and biceps with the short sleeves. He completed the comfy look with a pair of plaid dorm pants for lounging around in. They looked soft to the touch and definitely kept him warm at night.

Upon seeing Devon, his eyes gleamed a bit, but he actually did welcome her in. A smile perked at his lips. "Ah, so you did obey." Once inside, Damian shut the door and immediately petted her head. The next words came with praise in a suave tone. "Good girl, I'm pleased." Though he did look at her with a serious gaze. "Marisa is tired though, so if she asks for something, you do so in a heartbeat." For a moment, it was a sincere command. Damian cared deeply for Marisa, and he would hope that Devon would too. He didn't give her an option, but at the same time, his eyes told that it would mean a great deal to him. Though it was for a moment before he continued to pat her head playfully. "Come on, you're just in time for dinner. And I see you brought the clothes! Marisa will be happy to see them." He told her before walking with the younger woman to her pregnant mistress. The man smiled and made his way behind Marisa, kissing her cheek again. "She's here~" Damian seemed to say in a musical tone, chuckling as he held Marisa.
 
Marisa heard the door bell ring and was about to get herself up, but then she heard Damian say he'd get it. She giggled and then relaxed back into the sectional couch and muted the tv so she could hear them. Devon was standing there nervously and when she heard Damian's voice through the door she didn't even know it was him until he opened it. Thankfully she got the right house. When he patted her head and told her how much of a good girl was, she blushed and looked away. She had to come, she didn't have a choice unless she wanted to be a side show for others.

She had barely gotten through the door before he had given her orders, but she was expecting it, especially when he had greeted her the way he did. Him being so close made her body tense as she remembered him violating her ass with his big cock. She had been getting hard on and off all day thinking about what he and his wife had done to her. She had even had thoughts of nursing from Marisa. Though if she told them that they'd probably think she was even more stranger than they had original thought.

Once he had walked her into the condo, she looked around. It was so nice, definitely what she would expect for this nice couple to live in. They didn't even look that much older than her. They must have gone to college as soon as they got out of high school for this. Devon had been kicked out as soon as she was of age. Her parents had neglected her emotionally, never wanting to get close to her. They only had given her what she needed to survive. Perhaps that was why she was so attracted to Marisa. She seemed very motherly and she had a complex.

Once she had walked into the living room, she gave Marisa a nervous smile. "Hello, dear. Did you find the place alright?" Marisa asked as she patted the couch cushion next to her. Devon nodded shyly and sat down, knowing that Marisa wasn't asking her, but telling her to have a seat. She could feel her heart racing the closer she got to the woman and she could feel her cock stiffening. "Good. Damian is almost done cooking dinner, so I hope you're hungry." Marisa looked up and down Devon's body. She looked like she needed a big meal, even though she desperately attempted to hide her figure under those baggy clothing. She then noticed the bag with Devon. "Oh. You did buy me the clothes. Good girl."

Devon couldn't seem to speak. She didn't want to tell them that she had spent most of her savings to get her these clothes, because she didn't want to seem like she was complaining. But still.
 
All of Devon's body cues were showing that she was still feeling tense around Damian. Of course, it was natural after what happened. The important part though was that she neither fled from him or flinched away. This meant that in just a small way, Devon was accepting this. She might not be completely happy about it, but she was going with it. The end product had to be loyalty, willingness to serve. Damian was curious about the day that Devon would walk up to their front door with a smile plastered across her lips, and oddly, he found himself difficult to picture it, even as she nervously smiled before Marisa. Genuine, that's what he wanted it to be. Somehow, some way, they were going to get her to do that.

When Marisa mentioned him and the food, Damian chuckled and nodded, standing in a rather proud stance with his hands on his hips, puffing his chest out. "You're gonna love this. It might just look like a tomato sauce with some linguine, but trust me, Devon! This is home made, and nothing beats home made." He proclaimed rather confidently, nodding to himself before focusing on the bag in his hands. A nod was given to Marisa before he began walking towards the bedroom. "I know, right? Here, I'll set these in the bedroom for now. It's supper time, now." So Damian walked into the bedroom and lightly tossed the clothes on to the bed. It was then that one of the blouses fell on to the floor. "Whoops." Going to retrieve it, his eyes couldn't help but catch the price tag that Devon had probably missed on one. And boy, did his eyes take in that dollar amount. If that was just one, what about the others? For a moment, Damian had a bit of guilt. Devon really spent that much on Marisa? He gave a sigh, but then looked back into the living room, seeing both Devon and Marisa. And for a moment, he just smiled lightly. When following an order, even if forced, how the order is carried out to completion met something too. Maybe Devon didn't notice at the time, but Damian had a feeling that she really wanted to please Marisa for more than just to complete the order. "Well, well... she really is a good girl."

A minute later, the man popped out, smiling at the two of them. Yet it was curious. Those baggy clothes did a good job of hiding it, but Damian could tell. He was a guy and had to go through it too. Devon was hard. And from Marisa. Oh it was starting to warm him up too, giving him just as much fire that he had this morning. What was she possibly thinking that was getting her so hard? Oh, Damian was dying to know. But they had dinner to attend to. So while they spoke, the man leaned over and let an arm encircle across Devon's collar. Its twin shamelessly rested on her crotch, playfully rubbing up and down the hidden length of her shaft as he cooed out loud. "You're naughty, but I like it. It turns me on to know that you're getting hard from just by sitting next to Marisa." The cat was out of the bag now. Winking at his fiance, he kept rubbing her bulge just a little longer. "Thinking of her hot lips around your cock again, guzzling down your cum? Or perhaps you wanna feel my wife-to-be's hot pussy swallowing it up?" He grinned at her. "You know, she a naughty little slut too. She loves it in her ass. She moans like such a horny slut, gets me hard just thinking of it..."

"... But!" Again, with such a sudden pull away, Damian chuckled teasingly. "We need to eat. But for Marisa's sake, let's eat in comfort." He smiled at Marisa and told them to relax. Firstly, he scooted the coffee table to them a bit closer so they could set their plates down. Then, he fetched the plates. What was laid out before the two was a lovely sight of freshly cooked linguine that was mixed in with the tomato sauce. Bits of lean meat were chopped and cooked within the sauce, giving it some additional flavor. Finally he fetched them both a glass of water before serving himself as he sat beside Marisa, deciding to give Devon some closeness to the woman she seemed to be very fond of. Damian didn't mind at all.
 
Devon watched Damian leave, going back into their bedroom. She wondered how it looked back there. Probably as nice as the rest of the house. When he left, she looked back at Marisa, who seemed to pretty spaced out. Devon noticed that she was laying back on a pillow, but it was displaced and she looked a bit uncomfortable but probably hadn't realized why. Devon cautiously moved her hand behind her back, leaning towards the woman. The closer she got, the more she could take in the pregnant womans scent. She smelled so good. As she fixed the pillow behind her back, Marisa just looked into her eyes and smiled. The beauty this woman had was truly amazing. Devon could never hope to match it. Slowly she leaned back, feeling her cock throb. It wasn't fully hard, but that changed when Damian came back out.

Devon flinched when Damian wrapped his arm around her, and then she felt his touch right on her crotch. She couldn't help draw in a deep breath, holding it while he rubbed her through her baggy jeans. Hearing his suggestions made her imagine every single scenario. Remembering how Marisa sucked her cock just made her completely hard and it was very uncomfortable. Then she wondered to herself, if her mouth felt that good then what about her pussy? Or her ass? H Great. Now she wanted to masturbate. Why hadn't she done that before coming here? Now both of them knew she was horny. Her face went red as Marisa looked at her crotch and giggled a bit. For some reason she felt so humiliated that Damian was doing this to her in front of Marisa. She didn't mind him touching her, but shaming her in front of this woman was upsetting her. She really did care what Marisa thought of her.

Finally, Damian drew back after playing with her, and she could breathe again. She had been trying not to make any noise, though they could tell from her expressions how much she enjoyed being molested. Once again, Damian left the room, and when he did, Marisa reached out and caressed her cheek. "You're a cutie pie." She told Devon with a smile, and then drew her hand back after a bit. "You're skin is very soft, too." Devon blushed more, being paid a compliment on her appearance by this attractive woman she respected so much. She was what she considered the prime example of femininity, and Devon was the opposite of her. She frowned and looked away.

"You are much more cuter than me. I will never be like you because of this thing in between my legs." Devon spoke for the first time since being here, and her voice was sad. Marisa looked at her, surprised at her words. She just placed her hand on Devon's chin and turned her head so she was looking at Marisa.

"That's not true. After dinner I will get you out of these clothes and into something pretty to prove you wrong." Marisa winked at her before Damian came back with their plates. She then released Devon's chin. "This looks great, Damian. I can't wait to dig in!" She took the plate and waited for him to join them so they could start eating. Devon looked at her plate closely. This looked so much better than the spaghetti she made for herself. When everyone began to eat, she did too.

"Thank you...this is good Mr. Damian..." Devon shyly spoke, hoping that he had addressed him right. Marisa giggled.

"Mr. Damian...that's cute."
 
This was so much fun, teasing Devon like that. Hearing Marisa giggle made him smile even more. Devon might have to get used to these kinds of shenanigans as Damian took too much joy in it. Not to mention that while she would ultimately answer to him, Marisa seemed to be her weakness. He'd have to use that, and he was certain Marisa would help in breaking the young woman into their plaything 100%. Nothing over the top of course, but if Devon was going to play with them more, she had to learn her place.

Damian hadn't caught on to what they spoke about, just having heard their voices, but he did catch on to "something pretty" when he came back to sit down. Something pretty, hm? As he ate, the dominant of the three sitting on the couch nodded towards Devon with a chuckle. He had to agree with his woman, it sounded odd. It made him feel old too! But, it was a step in the right direction. "Thank you, Devon. Let me know if you want seconds, I made plenty." Damian said and leaned back a bit, taking a sip of water.

He then took a moment to look at Devon intently. It was as if he was examining her, but one could tell that the gaze wasn't harsh. Merely, interested. Intrigued. Knowing that she wasn't completely man or woman, he could tell that she was leaning more to the feminine side, yet she continued to hide it with male attire. Something pretty, it rang in his head once more. Devon really did look cute, even as she was now. But he would share Marisa's sentiment as well. Though he'd let Marisa dress the woman. What'd they have? Hm, maybe something he didn't know of. But as he thought more on it, he looked to Marisa. It seemed that not only she was been adored, but perhaps the love of his life took a liking to Devon as well. And she looked motherly around Devon for some reason. It was... beautiful, for lack of a better word. Damian couldn't help but smile.

Looking back at Devon, he decided on something. But he'd keep it a secret from Marisa as well. At least for now. In addition, what he had in mind could wait. They were all together now, and that was most important.

Damian went through his plate quickly, but he got full quick. Thoughts swam back to Devon's hard cock within her pants, and thinking of her aroused, well... it only did the same to him. Being larger, his pants not as baggy as one might think, Damian's arousal was a bit more evident. Eyes went back and forth between Marisa and Devon, enjoying that they were both of his. Marisa first, Devon below her. Below them both. He gave them a moment to finish eating before he went to collect their dishes and bring them to the sink, soaking them in soapy, warm water before returning, with a refill on water if they elected to ask for some. "Well then..." Damian gave a smirk to Marisa as he sat beside her, an arm slung around the pregnant beauty. "What did you have in store for our lovely Devon, hm? I'm very interested to know. Also," He began, spreading his legs a bit for Devon to see his aching bulge, but not to tease her. Instead, he patted the spot between his legs. "Don't sit so far away. Come here and relax. I don't bite." Almost as if to tease Marisa and Devon at the same time, the man leaned in to nibble playfully on Marisa's neck, chuckling afterwards.

"Mr. Damian insists..."
 
Devon didn't have room for seconds. In fact, she hadn't even really have an appetite. She seemed to be making a fool out of herself every time she opened her mouth. Not only that, but her cock refused to settle down and it was so uncomfortable. Though she didn't waste his hospitality and finished her plate, watching them from the corner of her eye. Damian seemed to be watching her and Marisa both. Devon could feel her cheeks burning. Damian really was handsome, and she was extremely attracted to him. Though she wasn't as comfortable with him as she was with Marisa. She just had this aura about her that made Devon feel relaxed. Once she was finished she wanted to get up and clean after herself, but Damian had taken care of it for her. Marisa closed her eyes and commented on how delicious her fiance's food was. Devon just nodded, once again to timid to really say anything.

Now that Marisa was full, her breasts were beginning to bother her again. Soon she'd have to milk them. Sometimes it was very inconvenient to be prematurely lactating, but most of the time she didn't mind it. Now that Devon was here, she could help her and Damian release some of the pressure in her chest. She watched Damian come back and sit next to her, looping his arm around her shoulders. He then reminded her that she wanted to prissy up Devon. When Damian asked the shy girl to come closer Marisa nodded. "Yes sweetheart. I promise you that Damian only bites unless I want him to." She gave the girl a smile, trying to get her to relax. Devon slowly stood up and then sat in the space between Damian's legs.

She was more petite than Marisa initially realized. She was tall and skinny. Marisa slowly reached over to the back of Devon's head and pulled out her pony tail, allowing the girls auburn hair to fall into her face. It was messy and definitely needed some maintenance, but Marisa could work with it. Devon was as stiff as a piece of wood as Marisa ran her fingers through her hair. "Damien, she's a little tall but I think she'd be able to fit in my old clothes. I was going to dress her up a little so she can see how pretty she really is. I'm going to go to the bathroom real quick and pick something out for her. Get her undressed for me." Marisa slowly got up, holding her stomach as she rose to her feet. She then disappeared into the master bedroom leaving those two alone. Devon was still hard, and she could tell that Damian was too. Anyone really would be if they were around Marisa. She really didn't want to take off her clothes and reveal her shameful erection.

The pregnant woman sat on the toilet and relieved herself while she thought of something that could suit their guest. She could tell Damian was horny again, so she would have to dress up their new toy in some sexually appealing clothing. She did have some sexy stuff she couldn't fit in right now. Once she was done, she started to go through her closet, and figured she might as well slip into something sexy herself to tease both of them. She wondered if cute, submissive Devon would be able to control herself if she got teased enough. If she couldn't, Damian would be there to punish her. A chill went through Marisa as she wondered how sweet little Devon would handle having her virginity stolen by Damian. Eventually it would happen, even if she had delayed it while they were in the dressing room. Marisa could feel herself getting wet as she imagined the girl struggling and being taken against her will. It reminded her of her first time.

Even if it turned out that Devon wanted him to do it, Marisa would just tell her to pretend to struggle. She wanted to relive what happened the first time she had sex, regardless of whatever Devon wanted. Marisa began to undress herself, getting lost in thought as she thought of that Christmas evening, and by the time she had took off her panties, she saw that she had wet them thanks to her fantasy of seeing Damian rape another girl. Once she was fully naked, she dressed herself in a baby doll that showed off her large breasts and pregnant stomach, and then slipped on a pair of panties that showed off the bottom of her ass cheeks. Both garments were pink with white polkadots. She knew how much Damian loved stockings, so she pulled on white thigh high stockings as well. Then she found something for Devon.

It wasn't really lingerie, but rather a costume that she had bought a long time ago for Halloween. It was a maids outfit, so perfect for this situation. She herself had decided against wearing it, because she didn't want to tempt Damian sexually at the time. This was back when she believed in abstinence until marriage. She had completely forgotten she had it, but she was certain Devon could fit into this. Yes. It would do nicely.
 
Hearing Marisa beckon over the girl, he couldn't help but grin more. It almost seemed unfair though, he playfully thought. Damian was the master of both of them, the Alpha, the one in charge. And yet, Devon was more willing to obey when it came from Marisa. He found it rather thrilling though, listening to the motherly, sweet tone that Marisa held in her voice whenever she spoke to the young futa. Because it hid the firm, commanding tone that he had heard in the dressing room. How she was disappointed in the futa cumming in her mouth that lead to her rape. As dark as it may sound, Damian took great pride in stealing her anal virginity, the flower between that, and her painful erection the only thing untouched now. "Marisa loves my bites." He chimed in, the man winking at Devon once more before she finally took a seat between his legs. It was then that he closed the distance and let Devon feel his much larger erection pressing into her lower back and between her cheeks. A pleasured sigh escaped his lips and crept along the back of her neck, the sensation rather pleasant despite the tease it was.

One arm around Marisa, its twin soon snaked around Devon's waist, feeling just how tense the girl was. "Relax, Devon." He told her again now that she was seated comfortably. At least he was. Though Marisa then began to explain her plans. Dress her up? Hm, Devon was indeed taller than the woman he loved and adored. Though, at the most, the length wouldn't be that much of an issue. One would imagine that the shirts would rise up a bit and show of some skin on her stomach, pants on the other hand being a bit short in the leg. Overall though, Damian believed it wouldn't be a chore at all. "Y'know, a new look on her would suit her. Not these baggy clothes that don't do her any justice." When she asked him to undress her, his cock throbbed against the futa. Excitement rushed through his veins as he nodded. "Sure thing, love."

Now alone with their toy, both arms held her against him, keeping her from moving. It was tight and secure, but before he did anything, a soft peck was pressed to the back of her neck while he spoke in a soft tone. "Before she gets back, I want you to know something Devon." Damian began, voice light and not darkened for the moment. "Those clothes were a lot of money, I saw the price tag on one of them. And for you to buy that much, I want you to know how happy that makes me. Marisa loves it, and as much as she probably will thank you, I want you to hear it from me too." He turned her head so he could look into her eyes, smiling. "Thank you, Devon. Thank you very much for that. For tonight, you'll get a truly great reward, I promise." To seal the deal, he gently pet her head and gave her a bit of a hug. At least right now, Devon could have a softer side of Damian that showed his appreciation for the young woman. To think that he was furious at her at first for peeping on Marisa. Tonight though, he felt closer to Devon.

"Now, do not move." Came his command, the dominant edge laced in his voice now as he grasped the bottom of her shirt. "Lift your arms up. I'll undress you. You may only move to aid me in removing your clothes. If you resist, I'll punish you." He warned her. Slowly, the fabric of her shirt would come up and expose the smooth expanse of her skin. He lifted it off, as well as her bra (unsnapping it if needed). He was mindful of her hair, and once removed, he even straightened it out for her as best he could. From there, he spent a moment to caress his palms down her arms. They left the back of her hands to rest on her hip, giving a soft squeeze before sliding up her sides and then back down where they met the hem of her baggy pants. "You will address Marisa as 'Mistress' unless either I or she instructs you otherwise when you're within our home. In public, you will address her as 'Mrs. Marisa' and myself as 'Mr. Damian', as you said before." Slowly the button and zipper above her erection was undone as he continued to give her instructions. "You will not shield this body from us, nor yourself. You will see in due time how we not only lust, but see your beauty. Lift your hips." Pausing the explanation, Damian waited for her to comply with his command before sliding her pants off to fall to her ankles. A single fit held the article of clothing down so she could slip her feet out, almost completely nude minus for any underwear she had been wearing. For the moment, he let her keep it on. "You will also thank Marisa for taking the time to not only dress you, but to show you how gorgeous you can be."

Hands came up to cup her breasts, squeezing lightly and massaging them as he sighed softly. "Finally, and you may not tell Marisa about this, but we will go together sometime to show yourself off to her. We'll make her happy and take good care of her." Eyes looked into her's softly as he began to tease her by letting his fingertips circle around her nipples, tracing along her areolas. "Do I make myself clear?"
 
Without Marisa there, Devon was even more nervous than before. The little comfort she had was lost, and her heart began to race when she realized she was alone with a very turned on, sexy man. She could feel him practically throbbing against her back. Knowing how turned on he was just made it worse for her, because somehow she was getting even harder. When he spoke, breaking the awkward silence between the two, Devon listened to every word. She thought he would say something nasty to her just to tease her again, but to her surprise, he thanked her for buying Marisa all the clothes she wanted. It made her smile, as he promised her a reward. She had to wonder if it would be something involving more sex. Either way, his tone to her was more loving, kind of like the way Marisa spoke to her. Even though she was happy that he appreciated her efforts, she didn't mean to leave the price tag on it. They had to know with a job like hers, she didn't make much money. She didn't want them to feel bad about her spending so much since it was her decision anyway.

Of course, Damian's softer side had to be shut off for now. He had much more important things to tend to. Like undressing her. She didn't remember the last time she had been naked in front of anyone. In fact, she had never been fully naked in front of anyone. When she lifted her hands high in the air, she shut her eyes. She could have undressed herself, but of course he wanted to strip her from her clothes. She was wearing a sports bra to try and keep her breasts as flat as possible, but it easily came off along with her shirt. She wanted to immediately cover up her breasts, but he had told her not to move and she knew what happened when she didn't listen. She blushed harder when Damian noted how they saw the beauty in her when she had never thought of herself like that. As she lifted her ass so he could take off her pants, she tried listening as best she could to his conditions. Everything seemed reasonable. Well, at least as reasonable as it could get in this sort of situation.

Her eyes looked down at her panties and she realized that she had decided today of all days she'd wear frilly underwear. Even though she dressed as a guy, she liked to dress as a girl underneath her guy clothes. The only times she'd go out as a girl was when she shopped in the lingerie stores. Sadly though, it didn't hide her throbbing erection, as the head of her cock was poking out at the top of the waistband. It was so embarrassing. She sighed heavily as he finished and asked her if he had made himself clear. "Yes...but what do I call you in private?" She asked him, her hands slowly moving towards her crotch as she became more and more uncomfortable with her cock out like that.

Marisa came in just in time when she asked the question. "I would certainly find it sexy if you called him Sir or Master, but whatever he finds appropriate will do." Devon's eyes went to Marisa and immediately looked away. Why was she dressed like that? In front of her? And what did she have in her hands? She covered her crotch with both hands as it throbbed painfully. She really wanted to masturbate. Marisa was such a tease, showing off her body like that even when she was pregnant. "What's wrong, Devon? Look at the outfit I found for you." Marisa laid out the uniform on the couch, and Devon slowly moved her eyes, trying to avoid eye contact with Marisa. When she saw the uniform her mouth went agape. It was such short, revealing dress, and not to mention it was a costume. Were these two into cosplaying or something?
 
It felt like Devon had eased up a bit. That was good, very good. The host in him wanted his guest to feel comfortable. The dominant bastard in him wanted her to be willing and cooperative. Though it seemed like she wavered lightly in this regard when he began to undress her, her sports bra lifted off her chest. There was a subtle sign of her shoulders twitching, perhaps wanting to cover up and hide her chest. He was prepared to scold her, but it soon revealed itself that Devon would indeed obey his command. Good, that pleased him. But the moment her pants came off to reveal the feminine pair of panties that horribly hid her cock, Damian had bitten his bottom lip with hunger. "These look good on you." Playfully, he pulled the waistband of her panties a bit to lightly slap her hip. He chuckled suavely before letting his hands leave her breasts to caress her thighs, focusing on the outsides rather than the inside. "You seem to already do it, but I want you to wear panties like this from now on." He told her, gently squeezing her knees before making the travel back up her thighs with his fingers.

The question she posed made him feel silly. Of course he would forget what she was supposed to address him as. As his lips parted, Marisa jutted in and quickly answered. Before he could confirm it though, those lustful eyes of his went immediately to Marisa and her wardrobe. Devon would hear a near inaudible groan leave him, filled with desire. "God-fucking-damn it." He cursed, lusting more and more the longer he stared at Marisa. He took in those long legs of her's, clad in stockings that he found oh so sexy. The color and pattern matched her skin perfectly, and the baby doll showed off not only her best assets (AKA, her body period), but also that lovely baby bump. "Fuck, she looks so sexy." Though he didn't direct it to Devon, she would still hear it. But to relieve the pressure in his groin, Damian began to grind into Damian's ass. It was already deep and yearning. Fuck, he really wanted to masturbate himself, but more so, he wanted to take Marisa. Hard.

"As Marisa said, you will address me as Sir or Master in private. Even one instance where you don't, you will be punished." He instructed her, suddenly grasping her wrists and pulling her hands away from her erection that peeked from the waistband of her panties. "I told you not to hide yourself, pet. Don't start screwing up, you've been very good up to this point." Devon's hands were pinned to her side for a moment before he released her wrists, expecting her to keep them away from her groin. "This is to show your Mistress how much you lust and crave her. That your body reacts to even being around her." He smirked and gave her a particularly deep grinding of his cock before he slipped his shirt off to relieve the heat building up in him, but not by much.

He then pushed her forward a bit, signalling for her to stand. "Don't you have something to say, Devon? Marisa did this for you. You should be grateful." From there he stood and joined along side Marisa, already groping one of her rear cheeks lustfully and squeezing hard. "Mmn, I'm really eager to see Devon in her new 'uniform'. While she does that though, " Damian freed his cock, the throbbing length standing tall and proud and bobbing lewdly with a bead of pre dotting the helm. "Show our pet what my sexy slut's favorite desert is." He told Marisa in a heated voice, chest rising and falling slightly with pants of desire. He jerked his cock off some while leaning down to kiss Marisa passionately, nibbling on her bottom lip.
 
Devon felt like she was going to die while Marisa looked at her erection that bulged from her panties after Damian had grabbed her hands and pulled them to her sides. "Those are cute." Marisa exclaimed as she reached down and began to toy with Devon's erection, making her squirm against Damian, who had already been grinding against her because of the sight of his sexy pregnant wife. Now her cock and her nipples were hard and aching. She had really tried to ignore Damian teasing them earlier, but it was nearly impossible. When she finally processed the answer to her question, she decided to call Damian sir. It was a little more natural for her, but maybe that would change later.

Feeling him take his shirt off after he pressed his cock hard against her, Devon could feel his body warmth even more against her bare skin. She then rose to her feet after he gestured that it was time to get up. "T-thank you, Mistress..." She told Marisa, her voice just barely above a whisper. He was not far behind her, moving passed her so he could stand by Marisa. Devon's eyes watched his hand move to grab her ass that was just barely covered by her panties. Then he took his cock from her pants, and she couldn't help but stare. That had been in her ass. It was so much bigger than her own and she had taken it all inside of her. She really wanted to touch herself right now. This couple was sexier than any couple she had seen in porn.

After kissing him enthusiastically, Marisa sat on the couch, needing to get off her feet anyway. Then she rubbed his cock against her cheek, feeling it's warmth and taking in his scent. "After you dress, watch carefully, Devon. I want you to know how to please my fiance when he asks you to with your mouth." Marisa wanted to remind Devon that she needed to dress, since the girl seemed to be positively infatuated with the couple. "Y..yes Mistress." She said shyly before she picked up the dress and slowly unbuttoned the front. Marisa then turned back to Damian and opened her mouth, licking the precum from the head of his cock. Her hand ran up and down his shaft while she circled her tongue around the head, teasing him before she pushed it inside of her mouth and began bobbing her head.

Devon watched with wide eyes as she slipped into the dress and buttoned the front. She then realized that the dress just barely covered her ass, showing off her long, pale legs. She then put on apron, tying it around her waist. Then came the choker, and the head band. She felt silly already being in this dress, but she didn't care. Seeing Marisa giving a blow job to Damian was just too hot. Her hand went to her erection and she began rubbing it through her dress as she stared at them.
 
So Marisa liked the panties too, hm? With an excited nibble of his bottom lip, the man kept a mental note on it. Maybe he'd go out with Devon and buy more for Marisa to oogle the woman in. The fact too that such a feminine piece of clothing was trying to hide the cute futa who was rather blessed with her tool was a rather hot sight to behold. He'd make sure to schedule something with their cute pet. In the meantime, it was time to enjoy the present.

His cock being free came with a great sigh of relief, the rather relaxed pair of dorm pants still constricting when hiding his stiff rod. He even caught Devon staring, and stare she did. There was a sense of amazement and wonder in her eyes. What did she think of the size? Indeed it was bigger than her's, by a very noticeable amount. Was she even worried it might be too big? That's what made it all the better. Damian too was brought back to the dressing room they shared, how he shoved this massive meat into her tight back entrance. If she peered up to his face, Devon would see the man wink at her playfully. "You're adorable, Devon, gawking at my cock. Do you want it that bad? Well, you're going to have to be patient." As Marisa sat down, his cock throbbed in anticipation as he ran his hand through her soft hair. "Just watch and take notes." The last word came out in a soft sigh as his eyes half-lidded when she so lovingly nuzzled that searing hot flesh between his legs.

The moment she licked him, a groan came out hotly. For now, it was just the two lovers. Like it was before. Devon's presence certainly wasn't unwanted, but it just felt so wonderful when Damian experienced this carnal pleasure with Marisa. His other half. "Oh baby, that's it. Mmn..." Pleasurable sighs, groans, and pants left him. His fingers combed through her strands and lightly massaged her scalp while she bobbed her head. Over time, Marisa had really been amazing at giving a blowjob, only evident by an excited moan that left him when she went down his shaft. Being watched by their pet added to the excitement as his shaft throbbed in her hand as well. "I wouldn't forget about the woman I love so much. That I own. Who's all mine." He said between gasps, watching her work him over. "You make me feel so good, I fucking love it. And you look sexy as hell, Marisa. I love it when you wear stockings like that. You make them look good." Damian spoke softly, groaning a bit louder before he looked over to Devon.

His maid looked gorgeous, and he had to tell her. "Beautiful. Sexy, yes, but definitely brings out your girlish side. I definitely like that look on you." Damian tried his best to keep a level voice, but Marisa was making it the hardest struggle of his life. He was even starting to thrust his hips a little, making Marisa take a bit more of his length. "Mmn, oh yeah, like that. Devon, dear, come sit down next to Marisa. She told you to watch, so you'll do better right in front of the action." A breathless chuckle left him as he was soon speaking to Devon, but keeping his eyes glued to Marisa. He waited for Devon to sit, that frilled skirt bringing out her legs. God, he was such a leg man. This costume would've been drop dead gorgeous on Marisa, and he was tempted to buy her a second set so that he could have two lovely maids. "Devon, you have my permission to masturbate, but take your panties off completely first. However, you will need Marisa's permission to cum." Looking down to Marisa with a smirk. "Marisa, if you let her cum, you need to make sure she cums down your throat. Understood? Both of you?" To be dominant over these two was so hot. His fiance could feel Damian's cock hard as a rock the more and more he gave them orders.
 
The shy futa smiled a little when Damian approved of her outfit. He had been the only guy who ever complemented her on her looks, so she felt pretty good about it. Devon hesitantly moved over to the action, following his order without any protest. She could now see all the details of Marisa's face as she lovingly pleased Damian with her little mouth. Devon could see her saliva coating his cock, the light from the ceiling fan causing it to glisten. How she longed for Marisa's mouth on her cock once again. Oh god. She couldn't take much more of this. She really needed to cum.

"Yes sir..." Devon was extremely disappointed when Damian told her she'd need permission to cum again. She felt like she was about to cum already and she hadn't even touched herself. She took a deep breath and then slowly pulled her panties down, letting them drop to her ankles. Her cock was greatly pleased being let out into the open. She held it in her hand, feeling it pulsate. Had she ever been this hard before? Just hearing the wonderful noise of Damian's cock inside of Marisa's mouth was enough to make her want to cum. She hesitated a bit, wondering if she could truly touch herself without cumming right now. This was too much. "I understand, but...Sir..I can't touch myself...I won't be able to hold my orgasm back..." Devon explained as she released her erection.

Suddenly Marisa pulled back from Damian's cock. Saliva trailed from her her mouth as she did so, but she didn't seem to mind. "Devon, dear. What he said was not a choice. Masturbate, and I will tell you when to cum." She just stared at Devon, and the girl realized that she had to listen. Though she was sure she wouldn't be able to control herself. Slowly, she placed her hand back onto her throbbing erection and looked at the beautiful woman dressed up so sexy. "Good girl." Marisa said before looking up at the love of her life.

"I love making you feel good, honey. And I'm glad you find me so sexy even though I'm seven months pregnant." She trailed her fingers on his shaft as he spoke. "I am yours..and I will do whatever you say..." She moved her head back to his cock and once again went back to sucking him off. She was even more enthusiastic, her tits swinging back and forth as she bobbed her head up and down his length. Devon's eyes went from Damian's cock to Marisa's tits as she tried to jerk herself off as slow as possible, but she couldn't. Her heart began to race. The last time she had disobeyed she had gotten an ass filled with cock and she wasn't ready for that again. She had to obey.
 
The more and more Marisa sucked on his hard cock, his moans filled the air on a steady basis. This close as well, Devon could watch Damian's face twist and contort with pleasure. Occasionally, he shut his eyes tight to focus on the sensations that his fiance brought him. The pleasure coursing this his veins. That hum of ecstasy that vibrated in his groin. Marisa truly knew every little trick, flick of her tongue, pressure when she sucked that could really make the man melt into a puddle. Already his legs felt wobbly, and it had been perhaps maybe a minute or so of this magnificent blow job? "Fuck, Marisa...!" Damian moaned hotly, looking over to Devon. He could see that look in her eyes. Oh, she wanted it bad again. The sudden shock of pure pleasure when she couldn't hold back from cumming down Marisa's mouth... it was an exquisite sight. And what lead to it next was just as exciting.

The fingers dancing through Marisa's lovely hair suddenly took a solid grip. He didn't yank to cause her pain. Instead he used it to hold her down, really starting to thrust now, cock throbbing with excitement as a dollop of pre feel upon the broad surface of Marisa's warm, wet tongue. "Oh fuck yeah. I love fucking your pretty little mouth, baby." The man grunted as he kept moving as he had given Devon instructions that she apparently questioned. Eyes flashed with dark intent as he prepared to respond back to their pet, but the older woman of the two spoke first. She really was like a motherly figure to Devon, instructing properly. And while she spoke, Damian took a moment to catch his breath. His cock was painted lewdly with her saliva, almost completely covered. "Your Mistress is very kind, Devon. Now unless you really want to test my patience, jack off." Damian barked in a dominant tone.

For the moment, Marisa helped break his attention away from Devon's mishap. He groaned further in pleasure, and the moment she gave even more enthusiasm into her blow job, it took all his conscious effort to keep from buckling over. He didn't even need to thrust; she had it under control and at her pace. Further grunts escaped the man as he held on to every little bit of willpower he had. "O-Oh shit, I can't hold it for too long...!" Damn, he missed her blow jobs for a bit, having passed it up to get straight to the main course in their previous romps. He could feel Marisa continue, causing him to hunch over a bit in ecstasy as his moans became more desperate. Fuck, she was too good! Merely a moment later, he hit that exquisite peak that caused his back to arch slightly as he shut his eyes tightly and grunted her name deeply.

Cum poured down Marisa's throat after coating her tongue. He gave a loud moan that carried on through various strings of hot, thick seed that came one after another. He grasped her hair once more and held her down, making sure she didn't spill a single drop. Damian knew she wouldn't, but this position over her made him feel animalistic and primal. It felt like forever for him too, yet Marisa might be somewhat thankful it wasn't drowning her. However, Damian wasn't quite done. He quickly changed up what he set out, but he was sure Marisa might enjoy it. "M-Mmn, goddamn it. Hah," He panted at first, slowly lifting Marisa from his still erect, now glistening cock. "Was that yummy, gorgeous? I bet it was, you always make me cum nice and hard." A wicked grin plastered his lips as he looked to Devon. "Harder, pet. Come on, you want your reward, right? I won't tell you if you don't jerk off that naughty dick of yours. That's it, harder Devon." He sat beside Marisa, slightly behind her and like before, he reached around to teasingly reveal only one of Marisa's magnificent breasts to Devon. A firm squeeze later, and he was feeling a bead of milk seep into and between his fingers, licking his lips with desire at Devon.
 
This wasn't fair. This just wasn't fair, Devon thought, as she watched Marisa take in Damian's impressive length over and over again as he held her head in place. Her entire body was shaking as she moved her hand up and down her shaft, tears forming in her eyes. She wanted to cum. She really wanted to cum, but she couldn't unless she wanted to disobey them both and disappoint them. Marisa looked into Devon's eyes, her expression lustful and wanton, causing her to look away momentarily. Though she couldn't for long because she heard that Damian was about to cum. Once again, she was jealous of him. She watched his facial expression as he shut his eyes. She could only imagine how much pleasure he was feeling right now. She couldn't even last more than two minutes when Marisa was working her over.

Marisa could feel Damian's cock throbbing and that was all she needed to feel to know to brace herself. Feeling his hot, virile semen flood into her mouth, she immediately began to swallow. It was slightly salty but it tasted good to her. She really enjoyed swallowing all of it. Especially while she could see Devon so desperately trying not to cum at the sight of Damian emptying his load into her mouth. When he was finished and released her, she simply opened her mouth and allowed him to take out his still hard cock. Devon seemed surprised, as if she thought she was the only one who could stay hard after orgasming. "Oh that was very yummy, my love. You know how much I love drinking your cum. Hopefully Devon will have a nice load ready for me when I tell her to cum." Marisa grinned at Devon, who seemed to be having trouble with keeping herself under control.

Devon started to go faster as soon as Damian had turned his attention to her. She started panting and whimpering. "Please, Mistress...please! Let me cum! I can't hold it!" She begged, watching Damian move his hand to Marisa's chest and pulling out one of those large, swollen melons. Marisa just smiled and shook her head.

"You do not get to tell me when to tell you, love. Hold it until I say." Her mistress said with a grin. Though as soon as Devon saw that milk dripping down her breast, she couldn't help herself. She had been fantasizing about drinking milk from those breasts ever since she laid eyes on them. She cried out, trying to stop herself, but it was too late. Her dick started twitching and she couldn't stop herself. She then began to to cum, shooting her semen high in the air. It ended up in her lap, a little bit getting on the dress she was wearing. No! She was cumming! She had disobeyed but it just felt too good. Once she finished, she was still stiff, and she was panting, not wanting to look at either Damian or Marisa. She had disobeyed.
 
"That's my good girl." Damian pet Marisa lovingly, taking in a deep gulp of air to try and catch his breath. "Sucking cock like a pro, and you didn't even spill a drop. Proud of you, babe." He told her with a breathless chuckle. Though they were soon both focused on the sweet little Devon that was trying desperately not to blow her load. He could see the struggle in her expression. It was as if she were dangling not by rope but by a mere piece of string, and it already was wearing out little by little like her resistance. So as he caressed and massaged Marisa's exposed tit, the man whispered in her ear. "Look at this horny little maid, Marisa. She's jerking off her hard cock right in front of you." He grinned, licking his lips and soon along the shell of her ear sensually. "Mmn, this is the third cock you've tasted. My horny slut of a fiance, you want that futa's dick? Maybe I should have her fuck your tight cunt while I watch. Would you like that? Heh, maybe I'll step in right behind her and fuck that tight little ass of her's while she's doing you." The images he painted excited him as well, his already hard dick hardening even more.

And then he heard them both speak. Damian smirked widely, enjoying Marisa's little quip to the girl. But it quickly turned into a disappointed gaze at Devon the moment she cried out. She didn't even do it yet, but he knew what was to follow. As if on cue, he saw her cock twitch and the squirt her own orgasmic juices into the air. If she was allowed in the first place, he might be impressed with the force behind the ejaculation to send it shooting into the air like it did, dripping down on to her skirt and lap. "Goddamn it, Devon. I praised you earlier, and yet you can't even hold back? You've disappointed Marisa." Damian slipped from behind Marisa and approached Devon, getting in her face and holding her by the jaw firmly. "And that pisses me off. You do not disobey your Mistress no matter what. You had one job, and that was not to cum. I even gave you freedom to jack off this horny cock of yours." If she looked away, Damian would turn her head to look at him. "Look at me, pet. You're only making it worse."

Impatient and highly upset with Devon's inability to listen, he suddenly pushed her back on to the sofa. He grinned at her darkly as her head rested just in front of Marisa's lap. Damian moved quickly, this scene feeling somewhat familiar, except he was sober and coherent. Swift hands caught Devon's hands wherever they might go by the wrists, slamming them beside her head as his face remained inches away from her's. His body found purchase between her legs, and even if she tried to press them together, it was too late as he was already in position. They were lined up perfectly as well, the young maid soon feeling the hot, slick helm of his cock pressed against her nether lips. "You must have came really hard to be this wet down there, pet. I'm going to enjoy raping this virgin pussy of yours." He eyed Marisa briefly, his gaze predatory and hungry. "Are you watching, love? I'm about to take Devon's sweet little pussy for myself. Mmn, one day I can be this rough with you, Marisa. I promise you, I'll give you your own rough pounding that you won't walk for a week."

Compared to Devon, it would be near impossible for Devon to struggle free. His muscular body towered above her's, and even if he put half of his strength into pinning her down, it would still be more than enough. Perhaps Devon couldn't see, but it'd be a lovely image for Marisa to gaze upon. A chiseled chest and arms that captured the prey below. His legs still had his dorm pants around his thighs, but down low enough to show off that bobbing, wet cock with his testicles brewing up more cum that would no doubt be deposited into the thin girl beneath Damian. And he didn't even mutter a word, just licked his lips at her and began to press forward. Her body was eager and ready, no matter what her mind would have shouted to her. Even his thick, girthy member began to slide in as if he already owned this hot wet tunnel. Which he did. Devon belonged to both Marisa and himself. And he was claiming what was rightfully his.

"Oh fuck yes. This is a nice, tight pussy, Marisa." He groaned out as he continued to bury himself further and further inside her, letting her start to feel the second half of his cock disappear inside her. "This is what you get, slut. Tell your mistress you're sorry, and maybe I'll start slow." Damian growled lustfully and darkly, keeping her pinned down beneath him still.
 
When Devon orgasmed, Marisa's expression changed from very pleased to extremely disgusted. It almost scared Devon, it was like the woman suddenly hated her. She never wanted that look to cross that pretty womans face, all while looking at her, while she was cumming. Marisa knew she didn't have to say anything, her lover would take care of it all. In fact, it was better that she didn't say anything, to make herself seem as if she were so disappointed, she didn't want to talk to her. It was working, too. Devon knew what she did, she knew that she had pissed her Mistress off. Though, a darker part of Marisa wanted to see her lover punish the girl. What they had asked of her wasn't completely unreasonable, though they both knew how little control the futa had over her cock, and that imagination of hers. If she didn't know self control tonight, though, she'd never learn it. Which was fine with Marisa. There were plenty things they could do to punish her.

When Damian spoke, Devon's eyes lowered to the floor. She felt extremely bad already when she had seen the look on Marisa's face. Now she was being talked down to, like an incompetent child. "S-sorry..." She squeaked, and the lashings of his tongue seemed to stop. However, he yanked her chin up so she would be staring into his eyes. The look of anger scared her more than Marisa's expression, though she forced herself to keep looking at him. What were they going to do to her? Was it going to be like last time? Would he rape her in the ass again? Suddenly she was forced down on the couch, and she yelped as her body hit the couch, trapped underneath Damian's broad frame. She looked up at Marisa, who gazed down at them both with a look of curiosity on her face, as if even she didn't know what her lover was about to do.

Suddenly, Devon could feel the heat of Damian's cock against her pussy. No...that wasn't right. He didn't mean to take her virginity there did he? When he commented on how wet she was, she realized he was right where he wanted to be. What came out of his mouth next just set Devon off. "No! Please! Don't do this, I'm not ready!" She screamed, her voice carrying through the house. It was the loudest she had been since meeting the two. Before she couldn't make any noise because she was at work, but now she could struggle all she wanted. As he spoke to Marisa, Devon tried hard to escape from his grasp, flailing her legs and trying to regain control of her hands. While she struggled, she quickly glanced up to see if she'd get any help from Marisa, but her heart sank when she saw the look on the womans face.

She was smiling. Smiling from ear to ear as if she had been waiting for this. In that moment, she knew that she wouldn't get out of this. She began to quickly learn that Damian did not just look strong, he was strong. She didn't have any muscle to her thin frame at all. As he licked his lips and stared down at her, she started to feel pressure against her slick virgin pussy. Her cock started to grow again to it's full length, going from stiff to hard once more. She heard Marisa giggle. "She wants it, my love. Her cock is already hard again!"

"No! I don't want it! No!" Devon protested, though it was too late. She could slowly feel him sinking inside of her, painfully. Devon started to cry as he broke her hymen, and he was only halfway inside of her tight cunt. Once again, she heard his voice, though she couldn't comprehend his words because of the intense feeling of him stretching her for the first time. As he forced the rest of himself in, she screamed, feeling herself bleeding on the couch, and her chest heaved up and down as he just held himself above her and told her to apologize if she wanted him to think about giving her mercy. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...please take it out! It hurts!" She begged him. She then felt hands on her nipples, playing and flicking at them, causing her to whimper and squirm underneath Damian.

"I don't accept your apology. You were a very bad girl." Marisa told her as she pinched and pulled at the girls nipples, making her struggle underneath Damian even more. "You're also fighting back. Don't even pretend for a second that you didn't want my fiance to do this to you. You're just as attracted to him as he is to you, sweet Devon. Did you ever think that this was possible? To have a beautiful woman play with your tits while a sexy man fucked your pussy while your cock is hard and ready to cum again? Don't pretend like you never fantasized about such a thing." The pregnant woman was greatly enjoying torturing Devon mentally while her lover raped away her virginity. This was making her so wet, and she wanted Damian to fuck her after this, as hard as he felt like he could. Masturbating wouldn't help her.
 
Inch by delicious inch of his throbbing flesh pierced into the snug, once untouched tunnels of Devon's pussy. He truly was raping her now, listening to her scream and shout out. She could scream all she wanted. Thankfully they had thick walls, but luck would have that neighbors next door were on a holiday overseas. On the other end, the single man slept like a brick whenever he was home. Damian was certain a train could crash through his bedroom, and it wouldn't stir the man at all. But there was just this insane thrill that pulsed in his veins whenever he could feel Devon try to yank her arms free. Whenever her voice pierced his ears with a begging, crying tone, Damian shuddered. Why did he love raping Devon so much? "Mmn, the more you struggle, the tighter you get." Came his pleasured sigh as he looked up into Marisa's face. She looked like a giddy school girl. Seeing it, he throbbed excitedly within Devon's body. "Oh you dirty whore, you like watching me rape this disobedient bitch?" Never had he talked down to her like this, but it wasn't truly talking down to her. This dirty talk, it excited him more. Marisa was his whore, and this woman beneath him was his bitch.

His hip melt her pelvis, and that could only mean that he stuffed his oversized tool into her tiny cunt. "You're acting like you don't want this." He glared down at her and leaning downward. Suddenly, he bit into the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. It would sting somewhat, but it served a great symbolism. Like two wolves mating, this bite showed that she was his. That she belonged to him. But they all knew it wasn't in a romantic sense. This was his bitch. He owned her. Damian soon released her neck, taking in the visible bite marks. He didn't break skin, but the area was definitely red. "You love every second of me raping you, Devon. Whenever you even look at my cock, you become hungry for it. When I shove it into this wet pussy, you moan for more. My cock is the greatest pleasure you could ever receive, and you disrespect me like this?" Damian growled. He then smirked and nodded to Marisa before he looked to her. "Tell her, Marisa. While my naked cock fucks this ungrateful pet silly, tell her how thankful she should be that I'm even giving her the honor of getting fucked."

Despite no prior planning together, Damian knew that Marisa would not only follow along, but continue to make things better. Devon, who thought she could be shielded by Marisa, now found out that she was enjoying Devon's suffering. But she wasn't something, oh he knew she wasn't. His hips began to pull back, but suddenly he thrust back in. She would have been tender from her first time being robbed from her so unwillingly, but she was soaking wet from having watched Marisa tend to him so lovingly. And when she came, he knew her pussy was nice and slick. Though, with her own naughty dick hard as ever and slapping against his pelvis, it made him see through her lie. "God, you like being raped. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight, mmn! And this filthy cock." He grinned as he grasped it, hand already jerking her in time with his thrusts. "You're so hard. This naughty bitch that's wrapped tight around my dick is getting off from me fucking her once virgin pussy." A breathless chuckle, condescending and snide, left his lips as he was suddenly thrusting a bit faster, grunting a bit. "Y'know Marisa, she doesn't need permission anymore. I want her to cum and realize how much she loves this."

His cock was coated in her virgin blood, but more so in her slick moisture of pleasure. The sounds of him constantly penetrating her echoed in the air, mixed with his moans and whatever pitiful sounds she made. One hand though left her other wrist, now her hands free as it went to cup the back of Marisa's head and pull her into another heated kiss. It was lustful and passionate, kissing her like he was stealing her breath, groaning hotly against her lips. "Mmf!" When they separated, he gasped, not once slowing down his hips. "Fuck, she feels so good, baby. I bet you're loving, mmn, every second of this aren't you?" He grinned through his pants, hearing their hips meet lewdly as he bit Marisa's bottom lip. "Dirty slut, I fucking love you. I'm gonna fuck you next. Raw. Hard. Then I'm going to cum so much in that pussy of your's. Mmf! And while you clean both your's and her cum off my cock, I'm gonna have her eat out my cum from that drooling cunt of yours." Another loud moan filled the air as he hammered away at Devon, giving her the fucking of a lifetime, and this was just the first time.
 
Marisa didn't mind being called a whore. In fact, it just made her all the more horny. The dominant side of Damian had never been stronger before this moment. Before, he had always been nice and caring. She loved that about him, it was actually the reason why she fell in love with him her freshman year of college. However, there wasn't much excitement or spontaneous moments between the two. One of the reasons why she had avoided having sex was because she was afraid if they started so soon, they'd eventually get bored with each other. A fear that came from listening to her girlfriends get tired of their six month relationship with their boyfriends and were already interested in being with someone else. Of course, sex wasn't everything to neither her nor Damian, but she knew it would complicate their already amazing relationship. To think, she had thought her and Damian would have spent their entire love life doing missionary style. She would have to thank Devon later on for this.

Marisa watched him sink his teeth into Devon, causing her to yelp once more, shutting her eyes tight as if she were trying to pretend like none of this was happening. After Damian released her neck from his teeth, Marisa saw the large red spot. Her pale skin marked easily, she'd have to keep that in mind. It was such a lovely shade of red, too. When Damian ordered her to tell Devon why she should be thankful of having Damian fuck her, she gladly obliged. She released Devon's nipples and then placed her hand on her mouth so she'd listen. "If we had not caught you, jerking off that lonely cock of yours to us fooling around in the dressing rooms, you would have spent even longer wondering how it felt to be fucked, and to fuck. Damian and I saw the potential in you, and not a lot of guys would be so appreciative of your extra appendage...." Marisa licked her lips, moving her hand from her mouth and to her cheek. "But Damian does...how lucky you were...if we were the wrong people, everyone would know what you are by now..."

Devon listened to Marisa's words carefully. She knew what Marisa said was true. She had seen reactions to the idea of a female with a cock online, and while some of them weren't completely horrible(though still awful in their own right of only seeing her kind as discardable sex objects for a single night of fun), a lot of the reactions were violently negative. Devon would never take the chance of being rejected by a male, and as such she had gone after females for a while. Though as much as she found women attractive, there was always something missing and Devon could never bring herself to have sex with any of them.

As soon as Marisa stopped speaking, she felt Damian beginning to move his hips, his cock slowly sliding out of her. She knew that he would not stop what he was doing. She groaned in pain, but it didn't feel as painful as it had been when he pushed himself in. Then he drove himself in suddenly once more. It hurt more when he was stretching her out with that big cock of his. She heard Damian's voice, but she didn't start paying attention until he took her cock in his hand and began to really pound into her while he masturbated her cock. Oh god, no! It felt so strange, so good, so painful...Devon wasn't sure what she was feeling right now. She only moaned, grunted, and yelped, making sounds of pleasure and agony.

He would have noticed that it was even easier now to slip inside of her, because he was masturbating her cock and causing her to become even hornier. She then felt his hand leave her wrist, but it didn't matter. She knew that she wouldn't be able to escape. Finally she opened her eyes, and saw Damian making out with Marisa as he fucked her. She longed for that passion, but she knew that only belonged to two people truly in love.

Marisa returned Damian's kiss with equal passion and fever. She was so happy. So happy that he was enjoying himself so much stealing the virginity of this cute, submissive, futa. When he stopped the kiss to speak, Marisa could feel her dripping wet cunt throbbing with every word he spoke. She looked down at Devon once he finished talking and once again began teasing her nipples. "Cum you little bitch...I want to feel Damian inside of me, too...stop being selfish!" She demanded.

Devon only responded by a lustful, wanton moan as her cock began to throb in Damian's hand. She was very close, so close that he'd be able to feel her no longer virgin cunt tightening even more against him as her cock twitched.
 
Who would have thought that their relationship not only seemed to strengthen, but they explored more of their depravity after he had raped Marisa? But he envied something to the situation now. Before, he took Marisa when he was drunk. The images in his mind were hazy, difficult to grasp in his mind as he had tried before. Especially when Marisa had told him how she enjoyed it. God, that moment had lit a fire up inside him that day. A fire that burned brightly of his passion and desire for Marisa. He wouldn't lie, he was becoming frustrated. He didn't think he could, before, rape her in that way or even be rough with her like that. Damian had wanted to be intimate badly before that day. It was hard, difficult. He craved to step up in their relationship, become physical and sensual. It felt so good now, but it felt so much better the way it had gone. As unwilling as it had seemed.

"That's right." Damian was now fucking Devon hard. He was relentless, almost brutal. Her paler skin seemed to redden from the lack of gentle thrusts upon her exposed pelvis. A light sheen of sweat dotted his forehead and chest, giving almost an erotic shine to the man above her. "Be grateful. Instead of throwing you out and probably getting you fired, I decided to make you our pet. A pet we could enjoy, but a pet that also wouldn't have to hide her nubile little body with a horny cock." He nodded along with Marisa's words, groaning as he drove himself deeper into the girl, completely buried into her cunt. "How lucky you are indeed..." The words were a drawn out, labored pant. It just felt so amazing to fuck this freshly deflowered woman.

The hand upon her cock was diligent, keeping attention on her only male organ. It pleased him to hear her voice change again and again. At first, pain. Second, pleasure. The next, suffering. What followed? Ecstasy. He laughed as he rubbed the sensitive area right beneath her urethra. "Confused? Here, I'll help you." His hips pummeled her body even harder now, starting to feel her slick pussy juice coat his pelvis lewdly. Damian grunted with a grin upon his lips. "Oh yes. Marisa, she's even wetter. Does this little slut like getting fucked while her master plays with her naughty cock?" The question was followed by his hips picking up a bit more pace as he moaned and groaned. "Go on, say it! I want to hear you confess to Marisa." Damian leaned down and stared into her eyes, panting against her lips. "Say: 'Mistress, I love it so much when Master fucks my ungrateful pussy and jacks off my shameful cock'. Say it and mean it, bitch. Say it, or I swear I'll make sure you don't cum for a week." The man growled as he even accented his point by simply holding the base of her cock, fingers still while his hips were the only things to grant her pleasure.

Though when Marisa piped in, he nearly popped his load then and there. Marisa was getting impatient! There was such a great deal of lust that surged in him. She was becoming demanding now, ordering Devon to cum for them. He only moaned with Devon as she couldn't even form a coherent sentence. "Hah, you're gone slut, aren't you? Finally submitting to me? What a good little bitch." To mock her more, he simply pet her twitching cock like he was praising a dog. "A good bitch just moans and cums when her mistress tells her after being so thoroughly fucked by her master. A good bitch, mmn, loves getting fucked by her master's big cock." A grunt followed, his own cock throbbing with pleasure. If he came, he knew he could keep going. He was too turned on. He wanted to fuck Marisa's brain's out. He wanted to make sure she couldn't walk tomorrow morning. Fuck, he wanted to bury himself in Marisa and cum buckets inside her.

Devon's body tightened around him, and he honestly hadn't been expecting it. A hot moan left him as he started really focusing on Devon's orgasm. "You heard Marisa. Cum, you whore." It was clear in Damian's face too that he was getting close. He let go of her throbbing cock to hold her by her hip, pulling her harder against him. The other hand was still around Marisa's head, letting their foreheads touch while she teased Devon's chest. He gasped to his fiance. "F-Fuck, I think I'm gonna fill this cunt up too. Mmf!" Fingers found purchase in her hair and held tightly, like he was bracing himself for the incoming orgasm that made his cock throb. "Don't you worry, ah. I'm gonna have a big load still for you, baby. Watch me fill her up. I want you to see what's about to happen to you."
 
Devon had to confess. Not cumming for a week? She couldn't do that. She'd be punished every day, maybe even more than once a day. They would tease her without mercy, but even if they didn't, there was no way she could be around either one of them without touching herself and cumming. "I....I love it! I love this so much! I love feeling Master's cock stretching my girl parts while he jacks off my naughty little cock! Oh god! This feels so good!" Devon confessed, her eyes still filled with tears as Damian picked up the pace, slamming inside of her pussy, his pelvis spanking against her lips and causing that area to get red.

Seeing Damian ruthlessly fuck Devon just made Marisa crave it even more. She unbuttoned Devon's dress further so her breasts were fully exposed and began roughly groping them. In the process, she brought her own massive breasts down to Devon's face, one of them still exposed and free. "Go ahead and suck it, Devon, you know you've been fantasizing about this all day. You deserve a reward for finally admitting how much you like this. It took me much longer to admit how much I loved Damian's cock raping my virginity away."

Marisa's statement made Devon's eyes go wide. Damian had also raped her? What was there story? Had they been together while this happened? If they were going to get married, they had to have been together for a long time. But still...is that why Marisa really got off on this? She lost her virginity the same way, with sexy Damian on top of her holding her down and forcing his will upon her. Such a thought made Devon even closer to orgasm, and those large melons above were only pushing her further. She opened her mouth and took Marisa's nipple in, tasting remnants of her milk. Then she sucked hard, her goal to draw milk. And she did. Marisa's tits were so full and achy it came right out and spilled into her mouth. It tasted so sweet.

Devon couldn't help herself any longer. Having both of them telling her to cum finally, instead of denying her her pleasure just made sent her off the edge, as if she was cumming on command. She let herself go, orgasming so hard that she not only managed to hit Marisa in the face, but also sending strings of semen all over her body and face as well. Though she didn't just cum from her cock. Damian would suddenly feel a rush of hot liquid on his cock from her naughty little pussy. Devon had never had such an intense orgasm before. Her body was trembling underneath his hot, muscular body. She could feel Damian's cock twitching inside of her as he announced he was cumming. She wondered if it would feel like it felt when he filled up her ass earlier today.

Marisa laughed and cleaned off her face, tasting the futas sweet cum. "You got my dress dirty, you better wash it when we're done here." She then moved up and locked lips with Damian, kissing him passionately. She wanted him to cum. She was ready to be fucked and wanted to feel his cum inside of her, too. She drew back and looked down at his cock rapidly pounding into Devon's twitching pussy and watched closely. "Cum, baby...spill your semen into her swollen pussy...oh god I'm so horny!"
 
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