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Then, whining piteously, Katy was being pulled back, deprived of the taste of Taylor when she was sure the blonde was about to come right in her mouth. She pulled hard enough to scalp herself before realizing it was Harlan drawing her back. Then she settled down, looking up at her top instead, seeing him smiling down at her with paternal sympathy for her predicament.

“We’re here, Katy,” he said. “Your house. You can get out now, with your clothes on, or you can take them off and stay with us.” Then he jerked hard on Katy’s hair. He’d been gentle before, but now Katy cried out with pain. Even Taylor winced in sympathy for her. “But no more playing the game if you’re not going to follow the rules.”

Katy finally gave in and even Taylor was tantalized, seeing her obeying, all her power given over to Harlan, ceding it to him because he would use it to make her feel good. Taylor was aware, on some level, that she’d done the same thing—she wasn’t smug in seeing Katy’s surrender. She just relished watching the same rush of obeisance go through Katy like it had gone through her.

Katy started, absurdly enough, by taking out some bobby pins and discarding them to the floor of the limo. Her hair tumbled down in ravishing dark waves. Even Taylor was envious. Then… now wearing a smirk, as if she knew how silly she was being and now was playing it for eroticism… Katy turned her back on the two of them and took down her shoulder straps.

Her sweet breasts escaped from the confines of her dress, so big that Taylor could see their curves from around her back. She slid her dress down off her nicely rounded ass and then down her legs and as she took it off her heels, Harlan leaned in and pressed his finger into her wet cunt. Katy wasn’t wearing panties either. Not anymore, at least. The slut. The hot little dirty slut.

She laid down on her belly, running her hands back to her thick ass, then spreading it open to fully display her vulnerable asshole, as if offering it to them. She slid her knees underneath her hips, arching her naked ass high, then rubbing the sweat on her creamy skin. It was turning her on, pleasing her to touch herself, and Taylor followed Harlan’s lead in leaving her alone to her own delights, despite how much she found herself wanting to touch Katy. She would wait for Harlan. Taylor would let him show her what to do with this dirty slut.

They loomed over her, both of them staring down at Katy’s shapely, writhing body. As much as she’d hesitated, Katy’s obedience had finally turned her on, the same way it had Harlan. And the same way it had Taylor. The blonde’s lips parted wordlessly—she shivered and mewled the same way Katy was doing, just less vocally. And she reached down with Harlan to fondle Katy’s fat ass, her eyes drinking in the way Harlan’s finger moved in and out of Katy’s clenched pussy.

Harlan came out of his pants, his prick slipping free, hard and looking ready enough for both of them. With it out in the open, its aroused musk filling the air, Katy turned onto her back. Her incredibly luscious breasts bobbed into place, the apex of her delicious body, showcased in its entirety from her panting, lustful expression to the splayed wetness of her cunt. She was pure sex, given over to them, and Taylor felt her pussy absolutely sing with wanting this woman. Not just to fuck, but to see just… hammered with sex. Consumed by it. Used by Harlan to the fullest, as that hot, lush body deserved.

She turned to Harlan and kissed him, moaning into his mouth, and heard Katy squeal as she watched.

“Fuck me, baby,” Katy muttered hotly. “Fuck this hot little bitch…”

Taylor nodded her way out of the kiss. “Yes. Fuck her. Break her with that cock.”

Harlan smiled at her—petted Taylor’s cheek. “You think she’ll break?”

Taylor nearly moaned at the memory of what his prick had done to her. “Who wouldn’t?”

“I’ll like it either way,” Katy piped up.

Harlan rustled Taylor’s hair playfully, then moved to stretch himself over Katy. “You will,” he promised her. “You may hate how much you like it, but you’ll like it.”

“Just as long as youlike it,” Katy sighed in submissive bliss.

Her body was ample in its curves, pure abundance, but the clear skin was still taut over ripe, yoga-taut muscle. It wasn’t fat, not at all, it was the vibrant figure, the offered plenty, of a fertility goddess. Taylor half-wanted to shove Harlan aside and devour Katy herself.

She bit her lip, refraining, just watching. Consoling herself with the knowledge that whatever Harlan did to Katy, he would soon be doing to her. While Katy watched. While Katy envied her.

Harlan laid down on top of Katy, his burgeoning erection going between her lush thighs. He didn’t enter her. Not yet. He placed his hands on her hips—more sweeping, voluptuous fullness—and his fingers were never still as he kissed her.

Katy was soon breathless, pitifully rocking her hips up to Harlan, her girthy ass bounding and compressing on the floor of the limo. Harlan chuckled as the ripples went through her bountiful flesh, jiggling and quivering, reflecting the pants that puffed through Katy’s open lips when he wasn’t kissing the breath out of her.

“Oh, oh my God,” Katy breathed, tilting her head back, baring her throat to Harlan. She couldn’t take more of his kisses.

He had broken her with the promise of hard, brutally pleasurable sex, made her beg to be his bitch, be so richly devastated by his marauding cock—now he was killing her with this soft, gentle, overwhelming passion. He kissed into her soft throat. Katy felt like a vampire’s victim; one he was refusing to bite.

“Taylor, our boyfriend, he’s—oh fuck—I want him inside me so bad!”

Her hand reached out beseechingly. Taylor took it and held it as she squeezed. Katy might actually be able to stand it better if it didn’t feel so good. Her every submission, her every demeaning concession, was rewarded with a hit of dopamine as potent as a drug. Nothing felt as good to Katy as whoring herself out to this man.

It was a chicken or the egg situation. He made her feel so good by debasing her, reducing her from such a ridiculous figure of pomp and privilege to something more like an animal, an animal in heat.

Katy would do anything for Harlan. If he wanted to make a sex tape, wanted to photograph her naked and send the pictures to the L.A. Times, wanted her to give an interview about how many times in a day she thought about his cock and shuddered blissfully (27), she would. He could ruin her career with ease and Katy wouldn’t mind, so long as she kept receiving the addictive pleasure that went with it.

But all Harlan wanted to do, with all his power over her, was delight her. All his dominance, all her submission, was for that purpose. He enjoyed it, no doubt, but he enjoyed her pleasure too. So he would never have her do anything she didn’t really like, even if that liking only came in time.

But he could. But he wouldn’t. But the fact that he could made Katy so damn ecstatic she could scream.

Like now. She felt possessed by his big, clever hands, stroking the curves of her hips and thighs, approvingly touching her well-rounded body and seeking out the erogenous zones within her lush flesh. He kissed her, his tongue demanding entry into her mouth, and even as she enjoyed its sinuous presence against her own tongue, Katy was keenly aware of his massive organ down between her thighs.

She squeezed them together, giving his erection some pressure and feeling it throb in turn, but she could not prompt Harlan to fuck her before he was ready. All her sex appeal, all her willingness, could not take away an iota of his power.

The kiss lengthened, Harlan drawing her tongue into his mouth, sucking on it like a piece of candy—even in a simple kiss, Harlan was using her and making her enjoy being used. His hands rolled up from her waist, tickling her pale, soft belly. Katy giggled and he kissed her cheek instead while she laughed.

“Something funny?” he husked into her ear, intimidating her and delighting her with the prospect of punishment being on hand—before he rubbed his smile against her lips, showing her that this time the game was even more of a game than usual.

It seemed strange to be so relaxed when she was so completely dominated, so utterly given over to another person’s desires instead of her own, but she was used to it. Her precious addiction. Katy was ready to be stretched out and taken, transformed from being her own woman to being a slave to the driving force of his cock.

His hands and mouth delighted themselves with her breasts, foreplay at a point where it was maddeningly unnecessary. But still enjoyable. She felt Taylor’s thumb stroke her knuckles and cooed, pulsing even closer to orgasm thanks to that. Taylor wasn’t just another of Harlan’s bitches, she was another person for Katy to submit to, someone to share the pleasures of every obscene moment.

“You’re getting along nicely,” Harlan observed, his eyes flowing from Katy’s arm to where it interlocked with Taylor’s. He kissed Katy’s bicep. “Taylor, why don’t you help me with her?”

“Help?” Taylor squeaked—so overcome already, the thought of there being more dazed her.

Harlan shuffled over, exposing one perfect teat heaving up from Katy’s chest. “Suck on her. Suck on her with me.”

Taylor moaned as she lowered her face to Katy’s breast, her small mouth sinking into the abundant flesh, her lips wrapping around the big, dark nipple. On her left, Harlan suckled at Katy’s other nipple—Katy gasped and moaned and cried out as they both mouthed her, left breast and right, overwhelming her with sensation even before Harlan’s hips pumped and he plunged himself into her cunt.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Too much, too much, too much—don’t stop!” Katy babbled, her eyes wild, her arms wrapping around both Harlan and Taylor as they shared her. “Oh shit, I can’t stop myself—you’ll keep doing this even if I come, right? You won’t stop just because—nnhh—cuz I come all over you?”

“I won’t stop even if you beg me to,” Harlan said, giving her another hard pump that nearly reached her ovaries. “I never stop when I’m enjoying this and baby, you’re made for me to enjoy.”

Katy shrieked and pulled both lovers tight to her body. Lips sucked and teeth sank into her ample bosom. Her eyes rolled madly in her head. She gasped for air and stroked Harlan’s legs with her feet. She’d do anything to make him keep going.

What Taylor was doing was good, but it underscored just how rapturous Harlan’s cock felt. Nothing else—not anything—could make Katy feel so perfectly delicious. She could make do without Taylor, even if she didn’t want to… didn’t want one of her nipples to go without feeling this good… but she had to have Harlan.

Addiction was too small a word for it. He was completing her with every moment he spent pistoning into her body.

Katy craned her neck, running her hand through Harlan’s hair before pulling it aside to kiss at the scalp underneath, until finally Harlan twisted his head up from her breast and she could kiss him. Taylor’s hand replaced Harlan’s mouth on her right breast. Katy gasped into Harlan’s kiss; Taylor squeezed her tighter than Harlan had sucked her. She stroked Taylor’s hair as they all kissed and sucked and fucked and moaned.

Katy liked the taste of Harlan, the shape of his mouth, how it met hers with licking and sucking and soft, soft lips. It made it all the better when he kissed her so forcefully. Then Taylor was there—through blurred eyes, Katy saw that Harlan’s hand palmed Taylor’s head, that he was pushing her face to Taylor’s and they kissed, moaning and sighing while Harlan returned to devouring Katy’s plump breasts. Taylor’s lips were as soft, but so much more gentle… it wasn’t just masculinity or womanhood… they were two submissives sharing the joy of being what they were. The joy of Harlan being what he was.

Whatever Katy did, wherever she kissed or touched, Harlan and Taylor happily sounded off, appreciating her body so thickly that the noises filled the limousine. Katy felt like a seed sprouting open, accepting all this love and reaching her fullest potential of feeling. She was being sucked and fondled, touching and being touched, and getting gloriously fucked.

Her coos and mewls thundered in her own ears. She’d had lovers before, but never ones like these—devourers who wouldn’t be satiated unless they got absolutely everything she could feel from her.

Already Katy could tell she wasn’t the same as she’d been when she’d first met Harlan. She was changing more and more. She liked the greedy, sated creature she was turning into. She climaxed, enjoying it more than she ever had before—Harlan and Taylor, now back to sucking both of her teardrop-shaped breasts, seemed to share in the plush sense of satisfaction.