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Her whole body panting and heaving with obedience, Katy reached down to wrap her fingers around Harlan’s throbbing erection. It felt like it had in her mouth, huge, outsized in both its length and thickness. She put both her hands on it, then she squeezed.

His manhood throbbed with a life of its own, filling her hands from palm to palm, and Katy knew that as exciting as the feeling was, it was nothing compared to how his member would feel sheathed between her thighs. Where it belonged.

“God,” Harlan moaned. “It’s all I can do not to fuck you right on the floor. I want to bend you over something, want to get you down on all fours and take you like the bitch you are. As luscious as you are, you don’t belong on someone’s lap, not on top of someone. You should be down on your knees. You should be letting someone use you.”

He kept his voice low, meant only for Katy’s ears, but Taylor heard it and it excited her greatly. Harlan just wasn’t like this with her. Not so domineering, not so… mean. Taylor wouldn’t want him to be, of course. He was the man in the relationship, that was one thing, that was fine. But he wasn’t her master. Yet that was clearly what excited Katy so much. And it excited Taylor too. And it scared her.

Katy quivered, her passion building to a fever pitch. She had her hands jerking up and down on Harlan’s prick, her luscious breasts rubbing against his chest, her ass grinding in his lap. Both of them were sweating freely, gasping and moaning, each movement making an erotic whisper come from one of them.

Katy couldn’t take it any longer. She had to have him inside her. She lifted her ass and tried to angle Harlan’s cock so it would go into her hungry pussy, let her impale herself as she came down in his lap. She just needed the head in, then gravity would do the rest.

“Not yet, babe, not yet,” Harlan cooed hotly to her, like he was trying to tempt her to obey him rather than her own urges. Strangely, it almost worked.

Katy liked doing as he told her, but there was no way it could be as good as his cock inside her. No matter how much he praised her, what he called her, she remembered what his prick felt like in her cunt and nothing else felt anything like it.

“No, now, now!” Katy hissed to him, realizing as she said it that she was pleading. “I’m ready! I want it! I need it!”

“Wait until I tell you, Katy. You know it’ll be so much better when you’re doing as I say.” He bit her shoulder and Katy gasped. The pain might’ve been meant to chide her, but anything felt good when she was so heated up.

Even for a slut like her, his big cock might hurt, once more stretching her out into the shape she needed to be to take that massive erection, but just as long as it was inside her…!

“You shouldn’t let her come,” Taylor said, surprised at the sound of her own voice bursting into their hushed, private sexuality.

Harlan turned to look at her, curious, an ironic quirk in his lips.

Taylor took a breath. She’d wanted to ignore Katy and Harlan, pretend it wasn’t happening, but then this sudden idea had come to her and taken hold of her and now she couldn’t stop it. She felt as enthralled as she had when she’d joined in on them, when she’d been part of their threesomes or let Katy be part of hers or like way back in the car ride that had brought her to Katy, when Harlan had fingered her at red lights until she’d come for him. Taylor just couldn’t help herself.

“She shouldn’t get your cock until the movie’s over,” Taylor whispered to her boyfriend. “It’ll be so much better if she has to wait for it. Besides, you’ve already gotten off, haven’t you? She needs to learn that what matters is your pleasure, not hers. Hers can wait.”

Taylor liked that scary, downhill, no-brakes feeling she got now, like she was on a roller coaster, knowing she wouldn’t truly get hurt with Harlan at the helm. Even Katy wouldn’t get hurt. Taylor could just let things out and no one would get hurt, nothing bad would happen, except that she’d pay Katy back for being such a slut, not a good girl like her…

“Harlan, please,” Katy simpered, rubbing her face against his, nuzzling her nose into his neck. “Please, you let me have it before.”

“And you’re still not satisfied,” Harlan said to her disapprovingly. “You should learn to be more appreciative. Sit back down in your own seat. Don’t bother me until the movie’s over.”

“But Harlan…” Katy whined.

“Do as he says,” Taylor snapped at her, and was pleased by how Katy’s eyes jerked downward submissively. She settled down, returning to her seat and putting her hands in her lap, adjusting her clothes to cover herself once again.

Taylor put Harlan’s cock away for him, then laid her head down on his shoulder and watched the show. But every now and then she turned to catch a glimpse of Katy and make sure the bitch was still seething in agonized arousal, waiting for the movie to end so she could finally get off… if Taylor let her.

***

Katy was practically shaking with need by the time the movie ended and they returned to their limo. She’d gone to the bathroom three times during the show and Taylor was sure that each time, she’d diddled herself to orgasm, trying to satisfy herself without Harlan’s cock.

It made Taylor laugh at the thought of it as she snuggled up with Harlan. She also felt a swell of arousal, thinking of Katy grinding away a climax alone. As annoyed as she was with Katy, by the time the credits rolled, Taylor was real ready to see her get her just desserts.

Harlan was the picture of composure until the doors were closed and the windows rolled up and the limo was gliding into motion, taking them home. Then he loosened the bowtie on his tuxedo.

“Strip,” he told them. “Both of you. Down to your underwear. And don’t bother not trying to wrinkle your dresses. You won’t be putting them back on tonight.”

Katy smiled nervously. “But Harlan, I’m not wearing a bra. When we get to your place, I can put the dress back on… right?”

Harlan smiled back placidly at her. “Strip,” he said.

Normally, Taylor would’ve been feeling the exact same way as Katy. As private as their house was, she didn’t cherish the thought of going from the driveway to the front door in nothing but a bra and panties. You never knew when there was a paparazzi or what they might snap and while Taylor could finally admit that it turned her on to have this dirty little secret between her and Katy and Harlan, she just could not have it be a punchline, something she tried to explain away on late-night talk shows, a meme she pretended to be oh so above…

But knowing that Katy was discomforted by it made the lascivious idea go down like bitter medicine with a spoonful of sugar. Oh yes, she could definitely live with being known as a slut if everyone knew that Katy was one too. An even bigger one, because Harlan wasn’t even her boyfriend, he was Taylor’s. They were just a nice, normal couple who got a little kinky. Katy was the whore that joined in. The cocksucking bitch.

“You heard him,” Taylor said, unzipping her own dress. “Do you think Harlan has to tell me anything twice?”

Katy bit her lip, brow furrowed, then licking her lips nervously. Her thighs squeezed together. She was as flustered as she was aroused and Taylor loved seeing the tables turned, Katy finally on the receiving end of lechery she didn’t know quite what to do with.

“Maybe Tay-tay could strip for you,” Katy said desperately, her face pale, sweat running over her corded forehead. “And you could have her—it’s not that long a drive—at your place, we’ll go inside, and then I’ll strip, and you can do whatever you want to with me. Anything you want!”

Harlan’s composure didn’t alter one degree, except to appreciatively flick his eyes over Taylor as she wiggled out of her dress. She had worn a Wonder Woman themed set of lingerie as a treat for Harlan after the show: red bra, blue panties, both made out of half-clear lace. Seeing her, Harlan raised an eyebrow. His cock bulged in his pants and Taylor knew she didn’t have to wait long to be his.

He pressed the intercom. “Driver, stop off at Katy’s house before you take us home. She’d like to call it a night.”

Katy’s lip wobbled. She was pouting, trying to play on Harlan’s emotions, but he had no time for her. All his attention was on Taylor. His girl. The one who’d obeyed. The one he was pleased with.

Harlan sat Taylor down in the backseat and knelt before her. His focus on her was laser-like. His hands roved over her breasts, her hips, down to her knees. He opened her thighs, then pulled her to his kneeling body, his chest between her legs now, Taylor perched on the edge of her seat as he embraced her body.

He kissed her and it excited Taylor a lot more than she would’ve thought. For some reason, it reminded her of what she’d seen Katy and Harlan do. She’d watched Katy really get it, really be his bitch, and she couldn’t forget the way her voluptuous body moved as it was willingly victimized by that fat, rigid cock Taylor thought of as hers. Was it so bad to share it when, in the end, it came back to her, having proven no one else—or at least not Katy Perry—could take it like her?

She petted Harlan’s firm musculature, thinking he was hers, thinking she was his. Let Katy be his too; Harlan was still hers. He didn’t belong to Katy. He just gave her his cock and she could barely even take it anyway.

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” Taylor cooed, petting Harlan’s handsome face, tracing his lips and knowing they would soon be bruising her own with the controlled cruelty of his love. “It matters what you want.”

“That’s right, Taylor, that’s right.”

He tightened his grip on her like he meant to ravish her. Taylor didn’t mean to resist him, but she knew she couldn’t anyway, didn’t have time to even think about it while he slid his tongue into her mouth. She writhed in his embrace as he felt her hot, feminine flesh to his heart’s content.

His hands slid over and under her lingerie as Taylor desperately felt at his own body, trying to make him as turned on as she was. Then his hand was between her legs, rubbing at the taut band of wet lace that covered her sex, and the feel of her panties turned into a sex toy sent shudders of lust through her womanhood that even Harlan’s bare hand couldn’t.

“Uhhh, don’t… ohh, Harlan, don’t stop… I’m yours, yours, and you can have me whenever you want.”

Taylor felt weak all over, no strength in her legs to hold herself up, yet her body was tense, tense to the point of shaking. She knew why so much tension was inside her. As submissive as she was, sometimes, she was feeling too lustful to be totally passive. She needed the strength to pull Harlan to her, force him inside her. She was so desperate to be ravaged that she’d attack Harlan if he didn’t fuck her soon!

Katy watched, lips pressed together thinly, as they twisted and turned on the cushions of the backseat, urgently trying for more friction against each other. A turn and she could see Harlan’s cock bulging through his pants. It was pulsing with hot blood, erection swelling for the fresh blood running into it, just as Taylor would stretch to take it when it was pumped inside her.

Drool ran down her chin. Katy felt like a bitch in heat. Harlan’s manhood looked so big and meaty that she could almost taste it ramming into the back of her throat. She thought of the surging river of hot cum that must be seething in his bloated balls and nearly passed out, overcome by a sudden wave of lasciviousness.

“You can have me too!” Katy cried suddenly. “Oh God, you can have me right now!”

Harlan jerked his head, beckoning her over. “Then give yourself to me.”

Taylor nodded in deference to her boyfriend, though she was unwilling to stop feeling his body or grinding herself against his hard cock. If Katy wanted him, she would have to settle for the table scraps. He was Taylor’s, first.

“Yours, all yours,” Katy muttered like a lost little girl repeating a refrain, before she dived between Taylor’s splayed legs. Her head spun lustfully with the scent of the blonde’s aroused pussy and Katy moaned, feverishly aroused to know Taylor was as hot as she was.

“I want it!” she whined, slapping at Harlan’s hand while it was fondling Taylor’s pussy.

Amused, Harlan pulled his hand back to lick his fingers clean, laughing at the tangy residue of Taylor’s arousal. Then he looked down at Katy licking Taylor’s slit. He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her deeper between Taylor’s long, slender legs.

“I want you to want it,” he told her before kissing Taylor, tasting the moan she made, and knowing it was not just him she moaned for.