Insatiable Dominant: Days of Endless Sex

Gareth’s cock was already half-hard against Chloe’s thigh before the coffee finished brewing. The loft’s floor-to-ceiling windows poured pale morning light across the wide oak table where the three of them sat, but none of them were looking at the skyline. Chloe, twenty-eight, wore nothing but the thin silk robe Gareth had left open on purpose; her nipples were already tight from the cool air and from the way his large hand rested possessively on the inside of her knee, thumb stroking higher with every sip he took. Bianca, twenty-nine, sat across from them in one of Gareth’s dress shirts and nothing else, the hem barely covering the curve of her ass. She watched them with parted lips, one hand idly tracing the rim of her mug while her eyes kept dropping to the thick ridge straining Gareth’s sweatpants.

He was thirty-two, six-four, and built like the executive who still hit the gym before every board meeting. Dark hair, sharp jaw, and a hunger that never seemed to bottom out. Even on ordinary mornings he woke hard and stayed that way until he’d emptied himself into one or both of them at least twice. Today the ache had started before dawn. He’d already bent Chloe over the bathroom sink and fucked her slow and deep while she brushed her teeth, her muffled moans vibrating around the toothbrush, then pulled out just shy of coming so he could save it. The denial sat low and heavy in his balls now, making every shift of his hips a reminder.

“Finish your coffee,” he said, voice low and even. His thumb slipped under the edge of Chloe’s robe and found her already slick. She gasped, thighs parting automatically. “Then both of you on your knees. I want mouths on me before I open the laptop.”

Chloe’s breath hitched. “Yes, Sir.” Bianca’s answering smile was wicked. “We’ve been wet since you walked out of the shower, Gareth. You know that.”

He stood, the sweatpants tenting obscenely, and walked to the living-room rug without another word. They followed at once, robes and shirt sliding off shoulders and pooling on the floor. Chloe dropped first, knees spreading on the soft pile, back arched the way he liked so her small tits and the silver rings through her nipples were on display. Bianca knelt beside her, taller, fuller curves, dark hair spilling over one shoulder as she leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the underside of Gareth’s cock through the fabric. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and shoved the pants down. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, the head already glistening. Both women moaned at the sight.

“Hands behind your backs,” he ordered. They obeyed. He gathered Chloe’s hair in one fist and guided her mouth onto him, pushing past her lips until she gagged softly and her eyes watered. “Take it. Bianca, suck my balls. Get them wet.”

Bianca’s tongue was hot and eager, lapping and sucking while Chloe bobbed, saliva dripping down Gareth’s shaft. He fucked Chloe’s throat in short, controlled thrusts, feeling her throat flutter, then pulled her off and offered the same to Bianca. She swallowed him deeper on the first try, humming, one hand sneaking up to stroke what she couldn’t fit until he slapped it away. “No hands. Just mouths. You’re both desperate little sluts this morning, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” they answered together, voices wrecked.

He let them work him until his thighs tensed, then stepped back. “Bedroom. Now. I want the cuffs and the clamps.”

They crawled the short distance because he liked the view of their asses swaying, then rose and hurried ahead of him. In the bedroom the restraints were already laid out on the dresser from last night—soft leather cuffs, a pair of adjustable nipple clamps with a light chain, a paddle, and the longer flogger he saved for when he wanted marks that would last through the day. Chloe climbed onto the bed on all fours without being told. Bianca stood beside it, waiting, thighs pressed together, slick shining on her inner skin.

Gareth buckled the cuffs around Chloe’s wrists and clipped them to the headboard so she was stretched forward, ass high. He ran a palm over the curve of it, then brought the paddle down in a sharp crack. Chloe jolted, a broken moan spilling out. Another strike, then another, until her skin bloomed pink and she was pushing back into every blow. “Count.”

“One—thank you, Sir. Two—please, harder—”

He gave her ten, then switched to his hand, spanking the tender undersides of her cheeks until she was dripping onto the sheets. Bianca watched, fingers twisting in her own hair, breathing fast. Gareth crooked a finger. “Come here. Clamps.”

He pinched Chloe’s nipples until they stood stiff, then closed the clamps one after the other. The chain swayed between them. Chloe whimpered, hips rocking uselessly. Gareth tugged the chain once, sharp, and she cried out. “Beautiful. Bianca, on the bed. Spread your legs. I want to see how wet you are while I degrade my little pet.”

Bianca lay back, knees falling open. Her pussy was flushed and glistening, clit already swollen. Gareth climbed between Chloe’s spread thighs, cock dragging through her folds without entering. “Tell me what you are.”

“Your slut,” Chloe panted. “Your hungry little fucktoy. Please, Sir, I need your cock. I’ve been dripping since you fucked my throat. Please fill me.”

“Beg better.” He slapped her ass again. “Both of you.”

Bianca’s voice joined, throaty. “Please fuck her, Gareth. Then fuck me. We need it. We’ll do anything. Use our holes, make us take it until we can’t walk. We’re yours.”

He lined up and sank into Chloe in one long thrust. She was soaked, gripping him tight, and the sound she made was pure relief. He set a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping, the chain of the clamps jingling with every impact. “That’s it. Take every inch. You’re going to come on my cock before I even think about letting Bianca have a turn.”

Chloe came fast, clenching and sobbing his name. He didn’t slow. He fucked her through it, then pulled out, flipped her onto her back without uncuffing her wrists, and drove back in missionary so he could watch her face. The clamps tugged with every thrust. Bianca crawled up and licked at his balls the way he’d ordered earlier, tongue slipping lower to taste Chloe’s arousal where it smeared his shaft. Gareth groaned, grabbed Bianca by the hair, and shoved her face harder against them. “Clean us. Get your tongue in there. Taste how wet she is for me.”

He came the first time buried deep in Chloe’s pussy, pulsing hard, flooding her until it leaked around his cock. He stayed inside, still rigid, grinding through the aftershocks while Bianca lapped at the mess. When he finally pulled out, cum striped Chloe’s thighs. “Bianca. Clean her. Every drop. Then present your ass.”

Bianca obeyed at once, licking Chloe’s swollen folds clean with greedy strokes, swallowing what she gathered, then turning and bracing on hands and knees. Gareth didn’t give her time to adjust. He shoved into her pussy from behind, one hand on her hip, the other wrapping the flogger’s handle so the tails dragged across her back. He fucked her hard enough that the bed frame knocked the wall, spanking her with the flogger between thrusts until red lines crossed her skin and she was begging incoherently.

They didn’t stop for breakfast. Gareth kept them in the bedroom for hours, switching holes and partners, binding Chloe’s thighs open with soft rope so he could pound her ass while Bianca knelt and sucked his balls, then making Bianca ride him while he choked her lightly, thumb pressing just enough to make her eyes roll. He came again in Bianca’s cunt, then immediately had Chloe lick him clean and climb on. His stamina never flagged; the orgasm only seemed to sharpen the hunger. By the time the sun was high they were sweat-slick and shaking, and he was still hard.

The days blurred. They tried, half-heartedly, to keep ordinary routines, but Gareth’s cock stayed involved in every one of them. On the second morning he bent Bianca over the kitchen island while she tried to slice fruit for a late lunch. Her shirt—his again—was shoved up to her shoulders. He kicked her feet wider, spat on his cock, and pushed into her ass without warning. She cried out, knife clattering to the cutting board, and pushed back anyway. “Don’t stop chopping,” he growled, one hand fisted in her hair, the other guiding the slow, deep strokes. “We’re eating eventually. You’re just going to take my cock in your ass while you work.”

Chloe sat on the counter beside them, naked except for the nipple clamps he’d left on, two fingers buried in her own pussy as she watched. Every time Bianca whimpered, Chloe’s fingers moved faster. Gareth reached over, yanked Chloe’s hand away, and replaced it with his own, fucking her with three thick fingers in time with the thrusts splitting Bianca open. “Both of you dripping on my counters. Filthy. When I pull out of this ass you’re going to lick my fingers clean and then get on your knees and share whatever leaks out of her.”

He lasted through the entire fruit salad. Bianca’s arms shook; juice and cum mixed on the marble. When he finally came, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her ass, grinding until she sobbed through her own orgasm. He pulled out slow, watched the thick white trickle down her thigh, then fed his messy fingers to Chloe’s mouth. She sucked them obediently, eyes glazed. “Good girls. Now both of you taste it.”

They knelt on the kitchen floor and licked his cum from Bianca’s hole and thighs, trading filthy kisses, while Gareth stroked himself back to full hardness above them. He didn’t even tuck himself away before his phone rang—an investor call he couldn’t ignore. He answered on speaker, voice perfectly professional, while Chloe sank onto his cock reverse-cowgirl on the living-room couch and Bianca straddled his face. He ate Bianca’s pussy with slow, thorough licks, tongue fucking her while she ground down, and Chloe bounced on his shaft, trying and failing to stay quiet. Every time the investor asked a question Gareth answered clearly, one hand spanning Chloe’s hip to control her pace, the other spreading Bianca wider. He came midway through a discussion of quarterly projections, pulsing inside Chloe while she bit her own wrist to muffle the moan. He stayed hard. When the call ended he flipped them both, put Chloe on her back, and had Bianca sit on her face while he fucked Chloe’s ass, the flogger cracking across Bianca’s shoulders until both women were shaking and oversensitive and still begging for more.

Showers became another scene. He soaped them himself, fingers sliding into every hole under the hot water, then fucked Bianca against the tile while Chloe knelt and licked his balls and the water streaming off them. He came on their tits, watched it rinse away, then bent Chloe over and started again before the water even cooled. Work-from-home afternoons were worse. Laptop open on the coffee table, Gareth in a dress shirt and nothing else, Chloe impaled on his cock in his lap, wrists bound behind her with his tie, while he typed one-handed and murmured degradation in her ear between emails. “Stay still. If you come before I finish this spreadsheet I’ll plug your ass and make you hold it all night.” She trembled, clenching, dripping down his balls onto the leather chair. Bianca knelt between his spread knees and licked wherever she could reach—his sac, the base of his cock where it stretched Chloe, the slick running down. When the spreadsheet was done he stood, still inside Chloe, carried her to the rug, and fucked her prone-bone while Bianca held her legs open and whispered how pretty she looked taking it.

By the third evening none of them had worn clothes for more than a few minutes at a time. Dinner was supposed to be simple—pasta, salad—but Gareth sat at the table with his cock out and ordered them to take turns sinking onto it between stirring the sauce. Chloe rode him slow while Bianca chopped vegetables, then they switched; Bianca’s ass gripped him tighter, and he had to grip the edge of the table to keep from slamming up into her while she tried to keep the spoon moving. He came inside Bianca halfway through plating, pulled her off, and immediately guided Chloe down onto the same mess, fucking his own cum deeper into her pussy while she whimpered that she could feel it leaking out around him. They ate naked, his hands never leaving their bodies, fingers sliding under the table to keep them wet and open.

Afterward he didn’t let them clean up. He bound Chloe’s arms in an intricate rope harness that framed her tits and kept the clamps tugging with every breath, then bent her over the back of the couch. Bianca knelt in front of her, kissing her through the moans while Gareth alternated between Chloe’s pussy and ass, pulling out to slap the head of his cock against her clit, then shoving back into whichever hole felt tighter. He used the flogger across both their asses in turn, the strikes sharp enough to leave welts, and choked Bianca with one hand while he fucked Chloe, watching Bianca’s face flush and her eyes go hazy with pleasure. “You love being used like this. My insatiable sluts. Can’t even cook dinner without my cock in one of you. Say it.”

“We can’t stop,” Chloe sobbed, voice breaking as he pounded her ass. “We don’t want to stop. Fuck us for days, Sir. Fill every hole. We’re yours.”

Bianca echoed it, breathless under his grip. “Please don’t stop. Come in us again. Make us take it until we can’t think.”

He did. He came in Chloe’s ass, stayed buried while he softened only a fraction, then hardened again inside her and kept going. He pulled out, made Bianca clean the mess with her tongue, then fucked Bianca’s pussy against the same couch until she squirted down his balls. Hours passed. The loft smelled like sex and sweat. They moved from couch to floor to the big armchair, positions shifting without pause—Chloe riding him while Bianca sat on his face, then both of them straddling his lap facing each other so he could thrust up into one and then the other, their pussies rubbing, sharing his cock between desperate kisses. He choked them in turns, spat in their mouths, called them cock-hungry whores who existed to be filled, and they begged for every word, every inch, every load.

Even when he finally let them collapse, sweat-drenched and trembling, legs useless, he didn’t soften for long. Chloe lay on her stomach, ass red and marked, cum leaking from both holes. Bianca curled beside her, thighs shiny, nipples sore from the clamps he’d reapplied twice. Gareth stood over them, stroking his cock back to full, vicious hardness, eyes dark with the same hunger that had started the morning three days ago and never once eased.

He nudged Chloe’s ankle with his foot, voice rough. “Up. Both of you. On your knees, asses up, faces down. I’m not done. We’re starting another round of anal training right now—plugs, my cock, whatever I decide you can take—and you’re going to stay open and dripping until I’ve fucked every last drop of cum I have left into those tight little assholes. Spread. Beg for it. Show me how badly my sluts still need to be ruined.”

They moved at once, shaky but eager, presenting, already whimpering his name as he stepped forward, cock glistening and relentless, and pressed the swollen head against Chloe’s well-used hole while Bianca reached back to spread herself wider beside her.