Chapter 27: Private Auction Estate, Night (4) (Patreon)

I knew that feelings of disgust should have awoken within me at the sight of Magnus wearing that telltale smirk while standing in front of Iris.

And yet all I felt were the deep, shameful feelings of expectation. The excitement stemming from the guilt and the envy. The breathlessness resulting from knowing what they were about to do.

Once again, Iris had continued to escalate her immorality without my knowledge. This wasn't just like the night in the Renfont Manor, where she had no tasks to do. She was supposed to be ensuring there were no incidents.

Instead, she took a few steps forwards the sink, all the while leading Magnus towards her.

She turned around, planted her hands on the corner of the sink, then raised herself to sit atop the hard edge. Her dark high heels dangled off the marble floor as she slowly parted her legs. The short blue dress didn't need to be pulled up. Black, lacy underwear stained with juices were revealed to the man who was about to despoil her in her beautiful, immaculate state.

She looked inviolable in her elegant dress and her beautiful, formal bun, all the while neatly adorned with glimmering jewellery and meticulous make-up. A princess in all but blood.

And thinking about how her perfectly crafted image was about to be defiled made me flush with excitement, guilt and shame, all in equal measure.

But one thing I did not feel … was regret.

It was impossible. I could not feel a hint of repentance. Not when I knew the type of pleasure I would enjoy from watching her being utterly used by another man was only matched by the pleasure she'd feel from experiencing it.

Iris wore a seductive smile as she leaned lightly back, her legs spreading to easily reveal the shape of her wet treasure as it clung to her thin black underwear.

“What do you think? I don't believe you've sufficiently complimented my dress enough.”

Magnus chuckled. He stepped towards the girl sitting on the edge of the sink, his cock fully erect against his stomach as he indulgently eyed his prize.

“All I see is a big pair of tits and a cunt wet enough to flood the restroom.”

Iris peeked down at her cleavage, generously exposed by her strapless dress. Her blue eyes flashed with bemusement.

“I'll never understand your fascination with my breasts. Are they truly so appealing, or is it because you never quite weaned yourself off your mother?”

Magnus's smirk froze.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard that there won't be anything left of your pretty little dress afterwards.”

“Well, please don't. This dress is worth more than anything you have on your person. It is on loan, and therefore subject to our custodial responsibilities. If you damage it beyond what you already have, I will not be shouldering the very sizeable financial restitution.”

Magnus gave a quick laugh. He stopped when Iris's smile hardened. She was being serious.

His massive frame dipped for a moment, almost like an oversized child being smacked on the wrist.

“Tch. Always find a way to spoil some of the fun, don't you?” he grumbled, before positioning himself between Iris's spread legs.

His cock twitched as more fluids leaked over his abdomen. Iris's bare shoulders tensed in anticipation, the light gleaming off her flushed skin revealing the depth of her desire.

There was no pretending in this, just as there was no pretending the juices leaking down her thighs were anything other than the proof of her immorality.

“You're fucking wild,” said Magnus, smirking as he grinded his throbbing shaft against the underwear clinging to Iris's slit. “I know you have more kinks than you have senses, but I didn't think you'd wanna get caught fucking on a sink. If one of those nice nobles walk in, that's it for your boyfriend. He'll be the laughing stock of the world.”

Iris wore a mischievous smile as she enjoyed the sensation of Magnus sliding the underside of his shaft against her soaked entrance. The fabric of her underwear pressed slightly into her slit, buried by the weight of Magnus's shaft.

“He won't mind,” she said lightly. “If someone walks in, we can simply tell the truth.”

“Yeah?” Magnus smirked. “And what's that?”

Iris moved her hand over to where Magnus's cock was grinding against her slit. She ran a teasing fingertip down the side of the shaft, then dipped it below to reach her underwear. Using a fingertip, she tugged the fabric to the side, revealing the soaking wet slit waiting to be used.

“That we're lovers,” she said, batting her eyelashes sweetly.

Magnus gave a victorious grin, then pulled his hips slightly back.

“You're right. Let's make sure everyone knows, then.”

Without waiting another moment, he slammed his hips forwards, burying his hard cock inside Iris's soaking wet cunt.

“HnNnnmHnMnnm~!!”

Iris's eyes instantly widened, both her palms flattening around the sink behind her as her entire body was pushed backwards from the strength of the thrust.

Magnus watched the reaction with satisfaction. He gripped the underside of Iris's thighs, slowly pulled out his shaft, then slammed himself into her sensitive insides once more.

“Damn, this never gets old,” he said, easily sliding his shaft out before shoving himself in again. “I might even take you up on that offer you made, even if it's shit. No whore has a body like yours.”

“... AhnhN … HaanNnh … aaHnmNh ...”

The man gave a dark grin as he leaned tellingly over Iris, shoving himself deeply into her cunt as he did so.

“Even if they did, none has a personality like yours. How does it feel to be cheating on your boyfriend again?”

“… HaanNnh … aaHnmNh ...”

“That's not an answer.”

“... It's--”

Magnus pulled his hips back once more. He waited to time his slam into Iris for when she parted her lips to speak, then hammered into her.

“HnaANnHnnN~~”

Satisfied, he began ramming in and out of her in earnest, his hard shaft easily burying itself in and out of Iris's wet folds. In no time at all, the familiar sounds of lust reverberated throughout the luxury restroom. Wet squelching sounds met every thrust as Iris's body succumbed to the powerful thrusts of the man thoroughly indulging in her.

“HaahNh … MnhnhM … AannHnn ...”

“You haven't answered, you know? I'm still waiting.”

Iris moaned as Magnus leaned even closer over her.

“aHhn … It feelsch … schooo good … HhnaaH … cheating feels … schoo goood ...”

The next moment, their lips came together. Neither Iris nor Magnus wanted to wait. Within that impatient kiss, I saw within the brief gap of their lips the sight of their tongues rolling passionately against each other.

It was a kiss between lovers. Both Iris and Magnus made a conscious effort to maintain eye contact with each other as their tongues danced against each other, saliva dripping down as they traded their lust. Iris's panting was deep and laboured, as if she was choosing to taste the other man's lips over her need to breathe.

She wasn't making out with Magnus just for show. It was for her own pleasure too.

“MnhnHHn … nnHhh … anhHnnN ...”

As the sweat began to roll down their bodies, the intoxicating fragrance of Iris's perfume competed with the aroma of their love making. Magnus hammered his thick shaft into Iris with no other regard than his own enjoyment, and yet it was all Iris could do to keep herself from toppling backwards from the obvious pleasure she was feeling.

Their lips parted to indulge in a series of deep breaths. Yet even when Iris's tongue wasn't desperately rolling against the other man's, it still peeked out erotically, saliva dripping down copiously onto her cleavage and staining her dress.

“I'm not paying for that,” said Magnus, smiling darkly between his thrusts. “I'm sure your boyfriend will, though. Hell, I'm sure he'll pay just to see it like this.”

“HaanHn … anhHn … NnhghH … Mmh ...”

“You're a good little girlfriend, aren't you? Then you should indulge him some more. Every man who looks at you can see you want to, as well. How often do you think about cheating on that loser?”

Iris moaned as Magnus increased the pace of his thrusts into her. She tried wrapping her legs around his back, but lacked the strength to do anything other than keep her position on the edge of the sink. Her high heels dangled past Magnus's thrusting hips.

“HaanHn … All … nhHm … All the time … haahN … I want … mHhmn … to have … HaaNhn … cheating sex … all the time … anhN ...”

Suddenly, Iris leaned forwards, her tongue lapping at Magnus's lips. Her blue eyes gazed captivatingly into the other man's.

“Thatch's why … HnnaHn … I need … ahHNnn … your cum … hhanHhn … Pleasschh … cum … cum inschide me … pleasche … HaanHHn ... I'm begging you … pleascschh … cum inschide me … anHNnh ...”

Magnus grinned, before leaning in to allow Iris the freedom to shove her tongue into his mouth.

As the beautiful girl frantically rolled her tongue against him, Magnus tightly gripped the soft flesh beneath her thighs and rapidly increased his pace. He hammered relentlessly into her, causing Iris's entire body to tremble as she her hands fought to keep herself in place on the sink's edge.

“AhNNhhnnn … MnmHnhH … nNHnnnH … HaanHhNnn~”

A crimson blush appeared on my girlfriend's cheeks as she practically breathed in Magnus's lips.

The next moment, her eyes widened as Magnus fully shoved himself deep into her. She moaned sweetly as the sounds of Magnus hammering his hard shaft into her was joined by a flood of her juices gushing out.

Magnus grunted as he joined Iris's squirting climax. He rammed his cock into her until he reached the entrance to her womb, before unloading a heavy spurt of his cum deeply into her.

“NnnhHnnahhhn~”

Iris's entire body convulsed as she accepted the seed being pumped directly into her womb. At the same time, she mashed her lips against Magnus's, desperately shovelling her tongue against his as she willed for the other man to continue emptying himself in her.

“AhhnHnnnH ... Pleasschh … hHannH … cum … cum more … ahNnn … cum even more~”

As if to encourage Magnus to fully pour every drop into her, Iris used the last of her strength to lift her legs, crossing them at the ankles around Magnus's back.

Without allowing the man to slow down, she tightly squeezed him into her. Her huge bust squished against his chest, just as her lips did against his, ensuring that no distance remained between them. Her ankles shook slightly to the strength of her squeezing as she willed Magnus to dump every drop of cum directly into her womb.

“NnnnhHnnnHnn~”

Magnus did as she wanted. With a growl, he buried himself to the hilt as cum overflowed from Iris's cunt, mixing with another squirt of her sweet juices.

At last, after Magnus had fully spent himself into my girlfriend, the pace of his hammering slowed down.

Iris released her legs from around Magnus's back. Their lips slowly parted to a bridge of saliva, then eventually, Magnus pulled his slick shaft out of Iris's drenched cunt. A vicious torrent of cum spilled out of my girlfriend's slit, oozing down her already stained thighs and down her milky-white legs. The seed ran past the ankle strap of her high heels, then dripped from the tip of her fashionable shoes onto the marble floor.

Iris leaned back on her palms, her tongue protruding past her lips as she gazed down at the mess she had earned. Saliva pooled on her cleavage while even more liquid dribbled from her filled insides. It flowed as an unending stream from slit to shoe.

“HaaNnnh … aahhN ….”

Iris eventually turned her gaze upwards, taking in the face of the man who had thoroughly spent himself on her. Magnus grinned in satisfaction, his cock still managing to be erect despite the number of times the beautiful girl in front of him had coaxed out his semen.

However--

As he basked in the sight of Iris's beautiful figure, defiled by his sperm atop the edge of a sink, they were both interrupted by another sound.

A flood of noise entered the restroom from the side. The sound of chatter. The sound of a ballroom. The sound of a door.

Someone was entering the restroom.

With a quick burst of speed belying his massive frame, Magnus grabbed Iris by the waist and easily picked her up. She gave a small note of surprise as he pushed her spent figure against his chest with one hand. Using the other, he swung open the stall door next to them.

Iris and Magnus disappeared into the restroom stall, blind to the memory stone itself for a gap at the very bottom. I watched as a pair of dark high heels and milky-white ankles lowered to the floor, all the while painted by the cum that had oozed down Iris's legs.

Silence took up the restroom for a moment, replaced by the slow, lumbering footsteps of a member of the nobility. He appeared to be inebriated.

The man struggled to find what he was looking for. Instead, he paused at the foot of the sink, then gazed at the puddle of sperm that had been left behind on the marble floor. He frowned in confusion, his pupils unsteady, then held his hand to his stomach and took a moment to gather his bearings.

After a moment, he ignored the mess on the floor and proceeded to do his business. He left after splashing a palmful of water on his face.

Light and sound briefly flooded the restroom. When the door the restroom closed behind him, silence continued to ensue.

And then--

“Mmhmm … nnhhn … mmhhhmn ...”

The sound of Iris's sweet and tender moans could be heard, mixed with the sound of her lips pressing against somebody else's.

Behind the restroom stall, hidden and out of view, I could clearly hear the sound of her and Magnus indulging in a deep, tender kiss.

Iris's high heels were pointed forwards from the end of the stall, as if her back was pressed against the wall, while Magnus's boots were just in front of her.

“Nnhhnn … mmh …. ahhnHnn ...”

There was no resistance to it. No hesitation.

Nor was there any attempt to reopen the stall's door, despite the stranger having passed.

It was as though they were lost in their own world.

For the first time, Iris was offering her lips to Magnus, and I could not witness it.

But I knew already that it wouldn't only be the sound of her lips that I'd be hearing.

“Mmhmnn … mhhm … mmhanhn ...”

As they exchanged a tender, private kiss, I was treated to the sight of one of Iris's high heels being lifted from the floor. Her leg had been raised. And then Magnus's boots came closer.

“Hann … HnnahhN …”

And then I heard the unmistakable sound of him inserting his cock into my girlfriend once again.

“HannHn … nnhHnn … AahhnNn ...”

My heart raced as I listened to the noise of Iris willingly having hidden sex with Magnus.

I watched as Iris's single high heel trembled slightly as she tried to balance herself, even while pressed against the wall. I imagined Magnus easily sliding his shaft into her drenched folds while holding onto the underside of her knee.

For a moment, jealousy unlike any other shot through my veins.

Iris was having sex out of sight.

It wasn't just for my sake any longer.

She was seriously indulging in this.

“HaanHhnn … aahHnnh … HaHHnhn … mhHmm ...”

The sound of Magnus's thrusting could clearly be heard, as well as Iris's back as it was pressed against the wall. My girlfriend's sweet moans filled the air, interrupted only by a muffled lapse whenever her lips came into contact with the other man's.

For a brief moment, the sight of Iris's trembling high heel came to a stop. I heard the sound of deep kissing, as if they'd stopped to simply indulge in each other's lips.

“Mmhhmm … nnhHn … mmhH ...”

I heard a chuckle.

“Damn. Look at you. You're even wetter than before.”

“Hahh … ahhn ...”

“Always been your dream to be fucked in a restroom stall?”

“I … hahn … I want ...”

“Yeah? What do you want?”

“You … I want you … To kiss me ...”

I heard a moment of silence, where not even the sound of their lips could be spied, as if they were in a moment so intimate that nobody could disturb them.

“Heh. Look at your eyes. Like a pretty maiden in love. I think I like it.”

After a moment, the sounds of their lips coming together filled the air. It was a slow, tender sound, opposite to the desperate lust of earlier.

“Mmhmm …. nnhmhmm ...”

And then they started moving again.

“Mmhmm … ahhNn … HhahN ….”

The wet, squelching sounds of Magnus's cock thrusting in and out of Iris's pussy mixed audibly with the sounds of Iris's loving moans. Within moments, both sounds rose in volume as the pace of Magnus's shaft pistoning into my girlfriend increased.

I could see from the telltale movement of both Magnus's boots and Iris's shoe that the man wanted nothing more than to empty himself in her again. Iris's voice filled the air as she began to breathe heavily in-between her moans.

“HaaahNn …. aahHnnn … mmmHHmm~”

The speed of the thrusts increased. Iris's moans became muffled as her lips came into contact with Magnus's once more.

A moment later, the movement of Magnus's boots and Iris's shoe came to a stop. The back of the man's boots had lifted from the ground, as if he'd shoved himself fully forwards.

“HhnnMnhnNnnn~”

Iris's heavy moans resounded in the restroom.

And then, Magnus's boots stepped away.

Iris's other high heel came down, and with it came thick droplets of of fresh cum dripping to the floor. The warm seed leaked copiously between her legs, falling freely to form a creamy puddle between her smattered shoes.

I watched as Iris's high heels remained where they were. I could imagine her leaning against the wall while basking in the afterglow of her hidden sex. Still, the cum continued to leak down, dripping endlessly between her shoes.

After a moment, the door to the stall opened, and Magnus stepped out.

He wore a satisfied expression as he pulled up his trousers. He peered down at the puddle on the floor, then at the girl whose face I could not see.

“Make sure to properly clean yourself up,” he said, smiling genially. “It should be easy. I left the dress alone.”

“Hahnn … ahhn … hhaanh ...”

“Almost had me taking you up on that offer. Maybe next time, after I've had my time with that redhead mistress of whoever outside. Plus she already promised to introduce me to her friends.”

“Ahhn … hhann ...”

Magnus smirked, admiring once more the sight of Iris thoroughly exhausted against within the restroom stall. Then he took his leave, all the while letting out a satisfied whistle.

A moment later, I saw the sight of my girlfriend exiting the restroom stall.

Her hair was a mess, the elegant bun almost coming undone with a thousand loose strands. Her make-up was on the verge of collapse, with red blotches all over her sweat-covered skin, and her glossy lipstick had a natural patch where the ferocity of the kissing had taken some of it away.

She pulled down her dress, but not before I saw what had become of the underwear. The black colour was almost indiscernible, covered in a thick layer of Magnus's creamy seed. Some of it still continued to leak, either oozing down the side of her thigh to join the rest of the cum yet to dry, or still leaking on the floor.

She left a small trail of cum behind as she walked towards the memory stone.

Her expression was dazed, and her eyes slightly cloudy, but after a moment, she broke into a small smile.

And then, she winked.

Scooping up some of the cum from her legs, she sent me a genuine, heartfelt look of apology. And almost as a compromise for not being able to watch her in the stall, she began to lick the cum from her fingertips.

I was torn with remorse that I was prevented from seeing her glamorous figure being despoiled in the stall. At the same time, all the reasons why I cherished Iris came flooding back.

She smiled at me. An affectionate smile, but also coy and mature.

It was a side of her few saw. The sweet side to her icy character, who was willing to oblige even my most perverted fantasies.

But as I watched her, still dripping cum from where she'd been used, I knew that it was now Magnus who got to see much more.