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Survival Of The Sexiest - The Conclusion - Roma Therapy free porn video
My name is Roma, and you will have gathered from the other stories in my Survival series that I take what I want when I want it – no holding back, no holds barred.
This story has a twist on the other chapters – do I get what I want, or just get what I deserve? Will I be fit enough to survive?
A few weeks ago, my husband went away on business, and this, for me, is like a klaxon going off, accompanied by shouts of, “Playtime!”
‘Who’s to be the lucky dog this time,’ I wondered and decided to call my ex-lover, Paul. “Are you up for a threesome?” I ask on the ‘phone, “bring a mate.”
Paul is as hot as hell and we only split up because he caught me cheating on him with his best friend, Andy. Strange, you might think, given I was cheating on my husband to be with him, but I guess that’s the way of the world.
“You’re on,” he replied, “see you tonight.”
Being a thoughtful girl, I spent the afternoon preening, shaving all the important bits and making myself look sweet – I can when I try, you know!
At 7.30 the doorbell rang, and I answered wearing only an almost transparent dressing gown and a see-through bra-and-knickers set.
Paul was on his own but looked suitably stunned at my appearance and could only manage a “Fuck me,” to which the obvious reply was, “That’s the idea.”
Once we were upstairs, Paul said, “I have plans for you, my girl,” and a shiver ran down my spine, my brain in overload as to what he had in mind. Reaching behind me, he unclipped my bra and lobbed it into the corner of the room before kneeling down and pulling off my knickers. I was already wet, and the aroma of Roma was more than evident.
“Horny bitch,” he blurted before pushing me onto the bed and reaching into his pockets for some handcuffs. We’d played like this before, and I was putty in his hands as he snapped each cuff around my wrist and onto the brass bedstead.
Reaching into the other pocket, he first produced some thin ropes and tied my ankles, spread wide, to the foot of the bed, and then I saw two remote-controlled vibrators, one egg and one butt plug. With a little lube, he worked each into the relevant orifice. This was going well.
That is until the doorbell rang again, and Paul left me, trussed and frustrated. After an age, he returned with Andy, omg, and a stunning blonde who turned out to be called Becky – I’d have done her in a blink! This seemed to be getting better and better.
Paul sat down next to me and started to explain what was going to happen.
“Well Roma, you cheated on your husband, and you cheated on me, and Andy was suspicious that you’d cheated on him too, but you’re lucky, you can either get angry and fight the cuffs and challenge those vibes by not cumming, or you can wallow in what you will see in front of you – either way, I hope you will learn a little about cheating and make you think more seriously about it in the future.
With that, he turned both vibes on, very gently, but enough to give me a warm feeling in my already wet cunt, and a delicious sensation in my arse.
I watched, mesmerised, as Becky slowly undressed both men, commenting on how fit their bodies were, and giving each cock a few strokes to take them to full erection – I was proud to think that my nakedness had got them nearly there already.
Finally, Becky slowly lifted the tight-fitting white dress that barely covered her arse whilst emphasising her cleavage, up and over her head. That was it. She was naked – no bra, no knickers, just the most perfect naked female I had ever seen, with a peachy round backside and natural tits that had just a little heft to them – firm but full. I digress.
I wrestled with my cuffs and rope to no avail. Normally this girl would have been my target for round one – forget the men – but there was nothing I could do except feel the gentle hum of the vibrators, the trickle of my juices, and the pounding of a truly frustrated heart.
Becky sank to her knees and took each rock-hard cock, by turns, into her mouth, her moans matched by the two men whose eyes were closed in delight. As she sucked on one cock deep into her throat, her petite fingers were wrapped around the other, stroking gently and driving them both to distraction.
My frustration just got worse. Was I really such a cheat? Did it matter? If this was the cost, I was beginning to wonder, should I be ShamelessRoma, or maybe JustahintofshameRoma?
“Suck that cock,” panted Andy, and “wank that cock,” replied Paul as the pace quickened.
“I’m cumming,” they both gasped at the same time and Becky leaned back, and wanking both cocks vigorously, covered those beautiful tits in stream after stream of hot cum.
Giving each cock a quick suck to clean them off, Becky came over to me and rubbed herself across my own tits and stomach. A momentary sense of pleasure washed over me before I realised this was merely a clean-up operation and I was left with the rapidly cooling smears of cum. I shivered and had to watch some more.
“Enjoying the show?” Paul asked in a cynical voice.
“That slut has smeared cold cum on me,” I retorted, she needs to be punished for her cruelty.
“Agreed,” Paul quickly replied, and pulled Becky over and onto his lap.
Sitting right next to me, I was presented with the vision of her beautiful round bottom, and her swollen pussy lips advertising her arousal. I was almost doing a Homer Simpson drool and kept trying to touch her, but my restraints were too much.
“Thwack!” Paul’s hand came down on Becky’s arse, “thwack, thwack, thwack,” he continued and Becky’s cries of, “Shit, OW, yes, more please,” were complemented by an obvious dribbling of her cunt juices.
Her cries of mixed pain and pleasure were almost too much for me, and I could feel a climax building. I tried, good grief I tried to pretend all this was ok and I wasn’t affected by it, but I suspect it was clear to all that I might even pass out if I didn’t get my own release soon.
I looked back at Becky’s bum and oh my, there is no pink in the world as beautiful as the freshly spanked arse of a gorgeous blonde. I was transfixed.
“That’s enough,” I said, not because I felt sorry for the pink cheeks, but I knew I would cum if Paul continued with the spanking.
Becky stood up, and once again my heart missed a beat over her beauty – the sort that shrieks, ‘I’m not only gorgeous, but I’m a horny girl who will fuck anyone if they just ask.’
By this time, both Paul and Andy were hard again, and without words being spoken, Becky bent over with her hands touching her feet and her pussy on display close to me. Paul stood up, and without a word, slipped his cock up to the hilt in her perfect cunt.
Becky gasped and let out a stream of invective, “Yes, fuck that’s good, give me your cock, hard, more,” and Paul, always good for his word, start to pound that slice of perfection with long, strong thrusts in rhythmic perfection.
“Fuck, shit, yes I’m cumming, you dirty bastard,” she yelled, her right hand strumming her clit in a blur, and all I could do was watch and wait, ache for my own pleasure, and leak.
“Ready?” Paul croaked to a gurgled, “Give it to me,” and they both came, and I could see both cock and cunt pulsing with pleasure as the little bint got filled.
Paul staggered to a chair in the corner to recover as Andy took his place, once again too close to me for comfort. Becky reached back behind her and scooping up Paul’s cum, she rubbed some into her backside and some onto Andy’s cock.
Not needing any encouragement, Andy worked himself, gently at first, past the sphincter until he was embedded deep in Becky’s bottom. She gasped but quickly recovered and then started to use him by fucking herself on his cock, setting the pace and rhythm. Andy just stood there, eyes shut in ecstasy, and I couldn’t take my eyes off this perfect vision – I was beyond caring.
It didn’t take long and both Andy and Becky moaned out a glorious sound as he filled her bottom with his juices and Becky shuddered her own climax.
So where did that leave me? I was frustrated for sure. I ached with lust, was sitting in a puddle of my own juices and needed to cum.
I guessed the show was over but waited to see what would happen next.
Paul brought over a laptop to me and sat on the bed.
“I’d like to show you a little vid,” he said, “to finish this session and show that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”
Holding the screen for me, I saw Becky standing close to the camera and positioning it to point at the large bed behind her. Walking towards the door and wiggling that gorgeous tush as she went, I watched horrified as the door opened and in walked my husband.
Reaching for his wallet, he handed Becky a fist of notes which she secreted in a drawer by the bed.
“What the … ?” I couldn’t help myself explode. “Why does he need this when he gets me at home?”
“Ah, says Paul, why do you need this when you have him at home?”
At least I wasn’t being turned on by this. That is until Andy in the corner began to turn up the volume on the two vibrators.
I watched, transfixed by Becky and trying not to respond to the fact that my husband had her first. They stripped and made out for a while before she knelt on the bed, her glorious arse close to the camera, while my husband revelled in her blow job skills.
The vibrators built up their speed. I was absolutely determined not to orgasm while watching my husband fuck this beautiful girl, paid for from our joint account, no doubt.
By now, he had her kneeling on the edge of the bed, just the right height to slam his cock into her, doggy-style. He was good, I’ll give him that, but I was in control.
Andy increased the vibes again and I started to lose that control. Just as my husband called, “That’s it, I’m cumming,” Andy went to full volume, and I collapsed in an exhausted heap from my own intensely powerful and very wet orgasm. The ultimate ignominy, orgasming as I watched my husband cum in the hot cunt of a beautiful escort.
And that’s it really. How did it leave me? Well, I couldn’t exactly be angry with him, could I? After all, he’s away a lot and we both have needs. I now know what jealousy feels like, but I’ll get over that, knowing I can buy Becky as she’s not something to be passed over.
So, ‘Survival of the Sexiest?’ I guess so. At least I’ll try to be a lot more careful in the future and maybe see if hubby would like to think about swinging …
I thought that was it, but as Paul and Andy were leaving, they threw the cuff keys to Becky and said, “You’ve been paid for the night, make things right!”
I looked at Becky; she looked at me, and we both grinned …
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