Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

89. Breaking Free

Breaking Free

uspmn

Summary:

Julia is an ex-actress stuck in a tedious life due to her rich husband being a control freak. Her life takes an interesting turn once her new bodyguard turns out to be a hung futanari who adores her as an idol. With an ally, she starts exploring her exhibitionist fetish...

Tags: NTR, Corruption, Futanari, Lesbian, Dom/Sub, Femdom, Exhibitionism, Wholesome(?), MILF.

Requested by Anonymous.

All characters 18.

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Chapter 1: Self-Discovery With An Ally

Chapter Text

Julia stared at Alex on the other side of the small table. They were having dinner at a fancy restaurant.

Or, rather, Alex was having dinner. Julia simply stared at him with disinterested eyes while holding her head up with an elbow on the table, observing how casually he ate without acknowledging her obvious boredom.

His ability to ignore the evident cracks in their relationship was amusing to her. 'I was a professional actress 20 years ago, but he has me easily beat in pretending. How fun it must be to act so carefree while your wife resents you. If only he noticed me, perhaps we could sort our problems out…'

"Is everything okay?"

"Everything is just fine, dear." Julia internally laughed at her own answer. 'I suppose I make for a perfect hypocrite.'

Suddenly, Alex's phone rang. Without moving a muscle, Julia gazed upon the caller ID.

"One of my newest hires. This guy is great but needs help aaaaall the time…"

"I know. He calls even out of hours, and quite frequently, doesn't he…? I guess guys nowadays are so girly… Being CEO is tough, huh…?" Julia stifled a desire to chuckle.

"Y-yeah, tell me about it! I'll take this real quick."

"Go ahead."

Her cold, resentful eyes followed Alex's steps as he walked away. 'He must think I'm such an idiot. Well, to have married him, I suppose I must be. Hah… How did I go from sex symbol and rising actress to bored, old, and cucked…?' She was well aware of her husband's thriving adulterous life. 'Have I simply turned ugly…? Maybe my time is up…'

Julia was a tall, slim woman with substantial curves to her body - a mix of blessed genetics and lifelong dedication to training in the gym, allowing a six-foot-tall redhead like her to sport an hourglass figure. She often kept her hair loose, though sometimes she enjoyed getting fancy with braids and ponytails. Similarly, she often dressed in fashionable brand clothes and dresses, complementing her beauty and light blue eyes with top-tier makeup and jewelry.

After all, if she was to live a boring life of being cheated on by the man who barely let her do anything fun, she might as well enjoy his wealth to look the best.

…But did she look her best? 'Maybe I'm just ugly because of my age…' Her eyes scanned the restaurant, noting every young, happy couple present. '...Did I ever look happy like that…? Probably at some point, right? Hm…?' Her eyes focused on one particular man.

He had glanced at her.

Suffering from constant boredom, Julia had slowly learned to do things that she would never have been able to as a younger woman, such as maintaining her eyes obsessively focused on the man that she knew had glanced at her.

'Look at him… Just a naive pretty boy. He can barely look my way because he knows I'm looking at him. You got caught, mister. Why don't you look my way now? Let's have fun staring at each other while your girlfriend is right there…' Julia tilted her head and switched between various smiles, aiming to draw entertaining reactions from the man.

After so many years of tedium, she had become highly desensitized to feeling basic shame in most social situations. Life had become a giant playground where all she wanted was to see what would happen if she did X or Y.

However, not out of an excess of confidence; Simply out of a lack of care for the potential scorn. 'Does that make me a psychopath…? Those don't care what others think, right? Ah, but I don't want to commit crimes… I just don't care what happens anymore. Maybe I'm depressed, then.'

Alex was always around Julia; When he was not, there was always a bodyguard or relative. Their sex life was a joke, and she got cheated on constantly - a feat of money and status rather than good performance by him, considering how mediocre his body and penis were.

'He's not looking my way… Maybe I'll flip him off this time. Would he react then? Wait… What if I try something a little rowdier…?'

With barely any hesitation, Julia reached toward the chest of her low-cut dress - a regular choice by her thanks to her sizable D-cup breasts - and moved it slightly to the side, exposing her bra.

Once the man looked her way, she moved the bra as well, exposing her nipple.

The man's jaw dropped, making her giggle with a face of pure arrogance as the man's partner looked her way, curious to understand what was going on.

By then, Julia had already covered herself. Small moments of thrill like these were the reason she kept on living. 'Without at least a bit of fun, I don't think I'd care enough to get out of bed. It's not like I have a daughter to raise.'

"Sorry about that." Alex returned with a sour look on his face. "Honey, I need to tell you something…"

Julia perked up. 'Is it today…? Is he finally going to divorce me…?' Though she dreamed of the day, she lacked the courage to ask for it herself; Julia had grown too accustomed to being Alex's wife to just drop it all. It was preferable to leave the ultimate day to him.

"I have a work trip that I need to go to."

"Oh."

"It'll last a full year."

"Oh."

"And I need to go right now."

"Oh. …Literally?"

"Literally. The limo is waiting for me outside."

…

"Wait…" Julia almost said something she would regret. 'Didn't my usual bodyguard retire last week? He's not replacing her…?' She got excited, thinking Alex had changed his mind or forgotten, effectively giving her a whole array of freedom. 'Better not say anything, just in case he gets ideas-'

"Don't worry, I got you a new bodyguard. I'd never leave you unsafe, honey."

"...Oh. Of course you did. Good." She looked away while feigning appreciation. "Is it a 'he' this time?"

"Of course not. You're more comfortable with a woman than a man, right?" Alex laughed.

"Yes, of course…" She secretly hoped for him to one day hire a handsome bodyguard so that she at least had something fun to stare at in her boring, controlled life. 'Hung too, please. I can't believe he's so insecure that he only hires women to protect me. Pfft… Why am I not bisexual…?'

"Don't worry, she's a pro. Ex-military and everything. Sadly, I can't introduce you personally because I truly must get going, but she should be in your limo already."

"Sounds exciting. Good business trip with your employee."

"Thank you. Oh, but I never said it was with my employee… Uh… It's all by myself. Anyway…" He dropped a credit card on the table. "Please pay for me, okay? Bye."

"Bye." Julia sighed. Her husband would spend an entire year having crappy sex with some worthless, obtuse model while she stayed here, getting bored out of her mind.

'Hopefully, it's a pretty one this time.'

…

'It makes no difference.' Julia was resigned to tedium.

"My name is Cassie. I'll do everything in my power to protect you, Mrs. Griswold." The tall, blonde woman spoke with a serious expression while bowing slightly.

"Huh… You're quite tall…" Julia was impressed by the woman's stature. Sitting in front of her in the limo, it was hard to tell who was taller. "You're six foot as well…?"

"Yes."

"Oh, what a rarity… And you're rather strong too…" She analyzed the ponytailed blonde woman's build. Though her suit covered her body, Julia had enough of a keen eye to tell how athletic the woman was from over her clothes. "Do you have abs?"

"I-I do." The somewhat intimate question caught Cassie off-guard.

"That's nice. I've been trying to get abs since forever, but no luck."

"You don't need abs to be beautiful, Mrs. Griswold. You're already very gorgeous."

"Are you implying your abs make you beautiful?" Julia tilted her head while maintaining an expressionless face.

"Th-that wasn't my intention."

"Then, are you hitting on me…? Did Alex hire a lesbian bodyguard?"

"N-no, of course not…!" She looked left and right nervously; Julia's cynical, impudent attitude was a perfect weapon against her honest, steadfast demeanor.

"Well, that's alright. You're very pretty too. I'm glad to know I'll be safe in your capable hands."

"Thank you."

With their brief interaction done, Julia looked out the window, bored-

"I'm a huge fan of your movies." Cassie blurted out.

"Hm? Really…?"

"Yes. I've watched all of them many times, especially as a kid. Sorry for suddenly saying this. I just wanted you to know."

"Is that so you can have an easier time controlling me?"

"Excuse me…?"

"That's what you're truly here for, right? Keeping an eye on me to ensure I don't cheat on Alex because he's a paranoid little man? Did he tell you to lie about being my fan so I'd trust you more easily? Has our relationship crumbled to the point of him thinking I'm a complete moron?"

"That's partially right. He did ask me to keep an eye on you and report daily… But I really am a big fan."

"Wha-..." Julia could not help but be surprised. 'Is this the first time one of Alex's bodyguards is honest with me? So quickly too…!'

The surprises were not yet over. "Would you like me to lie to him on your behalf?"

…

…

…

"Yes."

"Okay. I won't tell him anything you don't want me to."

…

…

…

"...Just like that…?"

"I don't like the idea of restricting other people's freedoms needlessly, especially that of my idol. I simply can't act in such a dishonest way."

"So you're honest yet willing to lie to your employer."

"For you, yes. And also…"

"…Also…?"

"...Because you were right. I was hitting on you."

"...Oh." This time, Julia was the one caught off-guard; It had been a long time since she found herself disarmed in such a straightforward way. "Sorry, but I'm not into women. And I'm married."

"That's okay. I didn't know before I got this job, but I can tell you're not treated like you deserve to be. I'll be your ally, Mrs. Griswold."

And thus, Julia's and Cassie's first-ever interaction ended. No more words were said after their short conversation.

Yet, Julia was satisfied.

Perhaps this was the break she needed to enjoy life more.

…Sadly, Cassie's supposed lenience toward her did not mean anything in terms of a more fulfilling life. After multiple days passed, she remained as bored as ever. 'Even if she says she's my ally, how am I supposed to believe her? Plus… What does it even mean to be free to do whatever I want…? What do I even *want* to do…?'

…

…

…

'I'd like to have good fucking sex for once…' Julia unearthed a desire long-lost to hopelessness and depression. '...But it's not like I'm willing to cheat. What a joke… I know he cheats on me, and I'm unwilling to do the same? Why do I even obey him…? Just because he has all the money…? Or because our marriage contract sucks…? Hah… Maybe I should consider cheating with some tall, strong, hung guy, but I have no reason to actually trust this girl. And I'm not even sure if I'm willing to cheat.' Julia paused, staring at the ceiling while lying in bed. '...Do I even WANT to cheat? It's just the first thing that came to mind. How about going to a theme park instead…? That sounds fun… Hah! No, I don't know if I want to do that either. I don't know anything about what I want…'

Julia's disinterest in life seemed irreparable.

Nevertheless, there were small things she enjoyed…

"Mrs. Griswold, the pizza has arrived." Cassie knocked on the door to her bedroom.

Julia put on her flippers and walked out of the bedroom, passing by Cassie. "Why didn't you get it yourself?"

"You asked me to call you instead of receiving it."

"I know."

"If you want, I can-"

"I know, I was joking." Julia walked the long path toward the entrance door of their massive three-floor, 32nd-floor condo.

Just as she was about to open the door, Cassie gently grabbed her shoulder. "Wait, Mrs. Griswold…"

"Hm? Don't tell me I can't open my own door because it's unsafe."

"No, it's just…" She eyed Julia's body up and down. "Your clothes…"

"What? Do you think I look so beautiful in this unbuttoned robe that he'll pounce on me? Oh, boy, that sure would be exciting." Julia mischievously giggled.

"Y-you're naked underneath it."

"Yes, and my tits are about to pop out." Julia put a hand on Cassie's chest - unabashedly touching her compressed boobs - and gently pushed her back. "Leave me to it."

With hesitation, Cassie backed off. "Yes, ma'am…"

Julia chuckled, getting off on Cassie's submission to her order. "Feel free to watch closely if you want."

"Uh…"

Julia opened the door. The pizza delivery man was on the phone; The moment he put the phone in his pocket and looked at Julia, his jaw dropped.

"Tip or nipple?"

"Huh?"

"Tip or nipple?"

His eyes moved all over the place, avoiding looking at her. "N-nipple?"

She moved the robe slightly, exposing her right nipple. The man's jaw dropped further as he ogled it while the pizza was taken off his hand.

"Have a tip too, handsome." She took a fifty-dollar bill and stuck it inside the man's pants - specifically, the crotch area.

And then she closed the door in his face.

Julia had always wanted to try such a bold interaction. "I should have groped him." She smirked, walking past a surprised Cassie.

She did not do such a thing purely to have fun; Naturally, that was a big reason, however, it was also a test of loyalty.

'She was ultimately hired by Alex, so let's see what she does next…' She looked back and gave Cassie a commanding look. "Don't tell my husband."

"I won't…"

"Good. Come eat some pizza, why don't you?" Her response pleased Julia…

…But the truly important thing was her behavior.

Indeed, two weeks later, Julia had received no calls or texts from Alex.

Had he known about what she did, he would not have held back in calling her or even returning from his trip. 'I guess she CAN be trusted. Who would have thought?'

…

'And so what?' Julia sat on the sofa and turned on the massive TV, switching from channel to channel with high disinterest. '...What am I supposed to do now…? I never expected to be afforded this degree of freedom. And like it or not, I still have her with me all the time. Hah…'

Alas, she learned it was not easy to go from a state of pure boredom and cynicism to a state of creativity and optimism.

"Do you need a movie suggestion, Mrs. Griswold?" Cassie was good at reading her feelings, though Julia cared little for it.

"No." She continued to switch channels.

"Then, would you like to vent with me? I can tell you're upset."

…

"I'm sick of life. And I'm sick of Alex." Julia took the offer without looking back at Cassie. It was not a decision born of a true desire to bond; Rather, she was simply poking life again, curious to see what it would throw back at her.

"Yes, I can tell you're unhappy with him."

"Hah!" Julia let out an unintentional loud laugh. "You can't just say that about your boss! He's the one paying you, you know?"

"Well, if you don't rat on me, I won't rat on you." Cassie chuckled for once.

"Really…?" Finally, Julia looked back with piqued attention. Cassie was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, suited up as usual. "...It sounds like you're just fishing for a way to get in my pants."

"Oh, no, I'd like much more than just that. But getting into your pants sounds good to me too."

"Is that so?" Julia resumed her channel-switching, looking away from Cassie. "Sadly for you, I like tall, burly men with big dicks." It was a half-lie; Julia did not know what she liked, but it was certainly something involving a penis.

"That's just too bad. But maybe I can look at your body every now and then when you decide to play the exhibitionist."

"Oh, yeah? You liked that night?"

"I didn't get to see your nipple, so I guess not."

"My bad. Maybe next time. But what did you think of it?"

"It looked fun to me. That sounds like an interesting fetish to play with. Your husband is missing out."

"Oh, dear, he's most certainly not missing out. While I'm here dying a slow, tedious death, he's out there, boring some model with his tiny dick."

"Then, would you like to cheat on him?" Cassie made an unexpected offer.

"With you? Sorry."

"Not with me. Maybe with another man. I wouldn't mind covering for you."

Julia looked back again. There was a tinge of naughtiness in Cassie's smile. "What happened to you being an honest girl? You'd willingly be an accomplice to me cheating on my husband? Somehow, I figured you had a stronger sense of justice than that."

Cassie walked over to Julia, standing tall behind her, and then leaned her upper body forward, positioning her head high above hers. "I don't mind bending it for you, Mrs. Griswold."

Though it was likely unintentional by Cassie, Julia felt pressured by Cassie's passionate and determined gaze. She had never been looked at in such an intense way, making her heart speed up slightly. If only she had an interest in women, she might have taken Cassie's offer, but not with another man; Instead, cheating with her directly.

She was tall, strong, and beautiful; Plus, her feminine curves might have been concealed by the tight suit and compressed bra, but Julia could tell Cassie was a woman in all senses.

"I'll let you know if I ever feel like breaking my vows."

"...Alright." Cassie backed off, though not all the way to the wall, standing closely behind Julia. "He cheats on you, you say. Is it that hard to cheat on him with another man? I'm serious about helping you cover it up."

"...I don't know." Julia truly did not know; She was accommodated with her shitty life.

Just as Cassie intended to probe further, Julia unwittingly put on a TV channel that broke the flow of their conversation.

Porn.

"Uh…" Cassie stuttered all on her own.

"Oh, my. How timid of you, Cassie." Julia enjoyed having the feeling of control back. "Since you're so eager to let me behave like a nasty wife, you won't mind if I enjoy myself a bit, right…?" Julia snuck a hand into her own lower clothes, directly touching her vaginal lips. "You can stand there and watch while I masturbate like a flashy slut. You'd like that, right?"

"G-go ahead."

"I will." Julia lied.

She was dry. Julia's lack of love for life made it very hard for her to be aroused. The porn playing on the screen was equally dull.

Life was boring.

Everything was boring.

'Maybe I am boring too.' Julia reflected. 'The only things that get me going are the small thrills… But I don't feel like seeking them out either. Hah… Wouldn't they mind seeking me instead? Is that too much to ask for?'

After a few seconds of doing nothing with the hand under her skirt, Julia started laughing.

"What's so funny…?"

"I was thinking that I wish you were a man."

"Why is that…?"

"Simply so I could have fun showing off in front of you. I am afraid I truly have no interest in women like you. Sorry, Cassie. It's not fun being lewd around you, but I tried."

"I see." There was a big trace of disappointment in Cassie's voice.

Then, for some reason, she started walking forward, straight toward Julia's back, getting so close to the back of her head that she could feel the suit rubbing against it. 'Huh…? What is she doing…? Is she taking her pants off…?' Julia deduced based on the sounds but did not care enough to look back.

Yet, she soon looked to the side due to the heavy object that landed on her shoulder.

The heavy, hot, bulging… VEINY cylindrical object that landed on her shoulder.

The object pulsated, moist.

…Why was there a massive cock hanging down her right shoulder? It was easily the longest and thickest penis she had ever seen by a longshot.

Did a man suddenly appear behind her?

After a humiliating amount of staring at it slack-jawed, Julia slowly moved her gaze back and up to meet Cassie's eyes.

Naturally, the cock belonged to her. Like a good servant, Cassie did not say anything despite having just made a wild, bold move, simply waiting for Julia's reaction.

"You have a big fucking penis."

"Really?"

"Yes…" Her gaze returned to it, engrossed in every rugged inch of the lengthy, girthy member. "...It's a monster cock." She could not take her eyes off it, impressed to the point of her mouth wettening with excess spit as if readying itself for something.

Unexpectedly, Cassie brought a hand to Julia's chin and gently forced her to look back into her eyes. "And does this 'monster cock' change anything for you?" The pressure of Cassie's stoic gaze once more dominated Julia. To achieve such a feat twice in a single night was remarkable, at least in the eyes of Julia's self-inflated ego; It made her respect the blonde woman.

It made her want to service her gigantic cock.

Julia had never felt such a thing before in her life.

Was it simply because of its physical grandeur…?

"Oh!" She flinched back as the cock spontaneously twitched.

"Sorry. You might not have felt anything from touching yourself around me, but I sure did."

"You did…? What did you feel…?"

Cassie scooted her enormous cock a few inches closer, nearly touching Julia's face with it. "What do you think…?" It twitched again.

Julia was mesmerized by the heavy genital's ability to swing even slightly, considering its massive length. Without realizing it, she grabbed its underside to weigh it. "That's a lot of girth and weight to hide in your pants all this time."

"Compressed intimate clothing. Around you, I wouldn't be able to do my job if I didn't keep it from swinging. That's how attracted I am to you, Mrs. Griswold. I am hard always."

"Is that so…?" Julia was unable to take her eyes off the thick member, basking in its glory while patting its underside.

They did not say anything to each other for a while.

Cassie was simply being her stoic self; Though, she might have been passively enjoying having her idol touch her intimate parts.

Julia, on the other hand, found herself dealing with an entirely new, unexpected emotion: submissiveness and shyness. She had no idea how to proceed. Her typical bossy demeanor and momentum were nowhere to be found, suppressed deep into her mind after being stunned by the biggest, most alluring penis she had ever seen in her life.

It was just inches from her face.

Alex was tiny compared to Cassie. Consequently, she had never enjoyed giving blowjobs.

But what if it was Cassie's penis? The damage that such a gigantic cock could do to her throat was no joke.

Was that not incredibly appealing…?

Considering the matching set of balls hanging from the massive penis, it was likely that Cassie could pack her with an obnoxious volume of semen as well.

'What if I…?' Her mind wandered.

"What do you want to do, Mrs. Griswold?" Cassie broke the silence.

"Uh… Uhm…" Julia unconsciously wiped her lips, clearing the drool that started leaking out. "I, Uh…" With tremendous willpower, she looked away from the mesmerizing member and turned her eyes back up at Cassie.

The bodyguard's expression had not changed whatsoever; She had patiently waited for Julia's response all this time, going as far as keeping her hands behind her back as always. Despite the stoic woman's clear desire for her, she was perfectly obedient and submitted to her will.

"What… Do you want to do?" Julia asked.

"To please you."

"Yes, but… How, specifically?" In a moment of pathetic uneasiness, Julia delegated the decision to Cassie.

It was a repeated pattern that cursed Julia's life.

Forever and ever, she complained about life; Acted strong; Showed no remorse for anything; believed herself to be better and smarter than others; Thought herself a victim of a bad marriage and an unfair world.

Yet, every single time, when push came to shove, she let others choose for her.

Her parents chose everything for her as a child actress;

Her boyfriend pressured her into marriage as a successful young actress, later retiring by his suggestion;

She wanted divorce but would never request it herself, leaving it to Alex to get bored of cheating and eventually abandon her;

And now, in a unique situation where she might be able to add spark to a boring, unfulfilling life, she let even her bodyguard and supposed ally choose for her.

Julia was a hostage to her worst aspects. No amount of inner want could help her break out.

"Do you really mean that question, Mrs. Griswold…? Do you really want me to choose for you…?" To her surprise, it seemed her ally on the outside had an accurate read on her. Cassie brought her face down, nearly gluing her lips to Julia's, who froze up.

"What does that mean…?"

"You look like you've been getting dragged along by life for years. The first time we spoke, after I told you I'd help you, I got the impression you were excited for newfound freedom. Now, I even have the impression that you're turned on by learning your bodyguard has a big cock you can use. I'm offering it to you to do whatever you want with it, so… Wouldn't you rather choose by yourself?"

"What's with that arrogance…? You don't know anything about me. What exactly makes you think you know what's going on in my head?"

"You're right. I have no idea. So doesn't it make more sense for you to choose instead of me?"

Julia's jaw dropped again. Whether on purpose or not, Cassie skillfully argued around her mental blockade and handed her the key to breaking out of the cage in her mind.

It was a miraculous opportunity; One that might never appear again.

…

"I want you to facefuck me." Julia matched Cassie's intense look and took the opportunity handed to her.

Ironically enough, that made Cassie's intense look change to a naughty one, biting her lips while squinting. "I'll do it with pleasure…! Where?"

"Right the fuck here." Julia leaned back and dangled her head off the seat, opening her mouth wide and shooting her tongue out while her neck stood at a parallel angle with the floor.

"Off the edge like that?" Cassie grabbed her dick, hanging it slightly above Julia's face. It was thick and long enough to almost completely obfuscate her vision; Not just that, it was glistening with precum. Their brief conversation thus far had been more than enough to leave her spiked with arousal. "You don't have experience with a dick this big, do you…? Is that really a good idea…? Ngh!" She was cut off by a sudden slap against her sensitive, moist glans.

"It's my choice. Break my fucking face- Ghluuuuuuuuuurgh!!!" Julia's command was obeyed a tad too effectively. "BHRLGUUUUUUUURGH!!!" Cassie lunged in with every bit of force available in her athletic body, penetrating the depths of her throat with a singular thrust. "Ghrluuuuurgh!! Bhrluuuuuuuurgh!!" Her face promptly turned red from cock-induced lack of air, failing to breathe due to the mammoth dick stretching her neck out.

Though Julia should have been feeling immense physical suffering, she was too aroused from unchaining her mind, relishing in the sensation of having her face sexually destroyed by a monster cock purely due to her command. 'This is the best…! I can't breathe…! Even if I could, her balls and shaft keep snuffing my nose…! I feel all swollen up…! Wait…! My neck… Can it really be…?!' Curious about how it looked outside, Julia raised a hand and grabbed her neck to feel its girth.

It had expanded substantially due to the thick object packed inside it.

Realizing how intensely her face was being abused made her mind snap with excitement. Julia shot a hand into her panties and began furiously rubbing herself; Her pussy lips were soaked like never before. 'So hot… ! I'm burning up… ! I've never felt this way… ! Nghhhhh… ! I'm already about to cum… ! I shouldn't even be able to take this dick so well…! I love it…! I'm such a nasty whore…!'

"By the way, Mrs. Griswold…" Cassie stopped thrusting for a moment, leaving her cock plugged to the hilt against Julia's mouth; The base of her neck protruded with the obscene girth, covered in veins of muscular tension, much like her borderline-suffocated face. "...I told a lie earlier. I figured that was a good moment to apologize, considering my cock is stuffed into your tiny throat."

"Mngh?!" For a moment, Julia got worried, assuming Cassie was about to reveal that she would tell Alex everything. Regardless, she did not stop rubbing herself, going as far as moving her tongue around the fat cock suffocating her; The feeling of arousal and burning in her body was too powerful to be suppressed now that it was active.

"Earlier, I said that all I wanted was to please you. That is not necessarily a lie, but when you asked me that, what I really wanted…" Cassie grabbed Julia's cock-swollen neck with both hands, squeezing it gently. "...Was to fuck you into a pulping mess." Then, she squeezed Julia's neck hard, barbarically increasing the degree of friction due to surreal tightness; Her head turned a shade of crimson red that was undoubtedly dangerous.

Julia stopped grunting, gagging, and choking. There was no space for her to emit sounds. Every single inch of her oral cavity was packed to the brim with a musky, thick, delicious, precum-drenched cock - plus, her throat was being actively squeezed against it. She could feel every single vein scratching her insides. The act of breathing no longer existed, and she would almost certainly pass out in a matter of seconds.

"By the way, we should have set up a safe word… Just in case I get carried away and get a bit too rough with you. I'm prone to do that, especially with how much I want you, Mrs. Griswold.

Julia thanked the Gods that Cassie was so perceptive and empathetic.

"...Maybe we can do that next time." Cassie pulled her hips all the way back, leaving only the tip in Julia's mouth just as she was about to pass out.

Julia thanked the Gods that Cassie was so perceptive and empathetic.

…And ruthless. Julia wanted no break. All she wanted was to be orally obliterated. Cassie's perception, empathy, and ruthlessness allowed her to understand that.

She observed in slow motion as the monster cock lunged back into her strangled neck at full force. With the hands pressuring her windpipe and the cock's slight upward angle, there would soon be an unbelievable bulge poking out the base of her neck.

Julia teared up.

Due to breathlessness, certainly…

…But mostly happiness.

"MNGHHHHGHLUUUUUUUURGH !!! UUUUUUUUNGHHHHLRUUUUUURGH !!" …Orgasmic happiness.

For the first time since the oral abuse began, Julia felt genuine pain and despair; Cassie fucked her throat with surreal brutality and speed, pistoning her athletic hips without a single regard for her humanity. "Gghhluuuuurgh ! Bhrluuuuurgh !" Julia's head was a living fleshlight; It was no more than a hole to please her gigantic, horny, worthy cock.

What a great feeling that was.

An unrefined well of lust had its lid removed in her mind and would never be closed again. Julia's interest in life was wholeheartedly renewed.

Moreover, the night had just begun. "Ghlurgh ! Bhrlurgh… !" Cassie viciously slammed her enormous cock all the way in with enough force to bruise Julia's forehead with her swinging balls - which were packed with cum and ready to burst at any moment. Every time Julia was about to pass out, she started cumming; At the same time, Cassie would pull out just enough to let her breathe. Then, she would resume the savagery.

Though Julia was the one in charge, her body quickly became putty under Cassie's deft, violent fucking. Julia delighted herself in cumming while her throat was ruined forever. 'I'm a masochistic little bitch-'

A phone suddenly rang, surprising them both and interrupting the flow of Cassie's unrelenting assault.

At first, it frustrated Julia. Though it was her first time being abused in such a way, she had already learned how good it felt to orgasm while running out of air. 'Keep going…! Who cares if your phone rings!'

Her mental complaints lasted until she heard Cassie speak. "Mr. Griswold. How are you…?"

Alex was speaking to the woman whose monster cock was currently obstructing her throat; While he spoke with her from the other side of the world, she milked herself with his wife's tight, inexperienced throat. This realization made something flare up in Julia's mind.

"Oh, she's doing fine. Right now she's just enjoying a movie on TV…" Though Cassie lied without shame, she was still conscientious enough to stop moving her hips, leaving them pulled back for Julia to breathe.

Evidently, she concerned herself greatly with not letting Alex find out what was happening.

Therein lied a crucial difference in character: Julia lacked that same worry. It might have existed before, but it had been extinguished many thrusts ago.

Without that worry present, a long-existing feeling prevailed in Julia's mind; One that she had mildly explored throughout the years but was now free to let reign supreme: Her exhibitionist lust.

"GHLUUUUUURGH ! BHRLUUUUUURGH !" Julia supported herself with her feet on the sofa and pushed her head into Cassie's crotch, catching her completely by surprise. "Bhrlurgh… ! Ghgluuuuurgh !" In a feat of adrenaline-induced athleticism, she managed to skullfuck Cassie's cock with the same brutality that was taking place in reverse a mere moment ago.

"Mnghhh… !" It led Cassie to moan sensually. "O-oh, no, sorry… I just stubbed my toe… Yes, everything is good… Ghhn… !"

'I wish I could see her face right now, but these fat fucking balls and cock are in the way…! Aaaaaah, I don't mind, I want to bury my face against them… !' Julia maintained an aggressive, steady pace of facefucking, presenting zero worries about the possibility of Alex hearing anything.

In fact…

"No, no, it's nothing. I think she just- Mnghh … Choked on some water…" …Julia wanted it to happen.

Or, at least her body did.

The fantasy that Alex might suspect something but fail to discern the truth made her spasm wildly, forcing her to stop moving her head due to crippling orgasms - the strongest of her life by far.

Julia was not a masochist. The feeling of being obliterated and dominated by a gargantuan cock was certainly great…

…But the feeling of exposing herself in front of others was infinitely better.

'Why settle for one…?! I want both…! No, I want more than that…! I want to step on Alex too…!' After her climax subsided, Julia pulled her head all the way back, removing Cassie's member from her throat - scraping and gouging herself to the point of coughing - and jumped over the sofa, extending a hand to demand the phone.

Cassie hesitated while Alex flared up on the other side of the phone, questioning what were the odd noises he heard.

It took a mere change in Julia's gaze for Cassie to submit - she was the one in charge. Now holding the phone, Julia took Cassie's hand and led her to the front of the sofa.

Julia sat down, removed her lower clothes, and rested Cassie's heavy cock against her pussy lips. With a gesture, she implied a silent order: 'Slap my slit with your cock while I talk to my husband'.

"I-I…-" Cassie's reluctance was interrupted with a finger snap. Julia cared little for her concerns.

"Alex?" Finally, she addressed her husband complaining on the other side of the phone.

"Julia? Where is the girl?"

"Who cares about her? Could it be you're enamored with my bodyguard? I suppose ponytailed blondes make for very attractive women, don't they?"

"Don't make this weird…! I was just checking in on you."

"You could have done that by simply calling me." Annoyed that Cassie had still not followed the given order, Julia once more gestured.

Cassie nodded, understanding there was no way around it.

"I was going to after this call… Well, either way, how are things?"

"Oh, simply wonderful. For once, I quite enjoy the bodyguard you brought me. She-"

Julia stopped talking.

It was not voluntary.

Something murdered the air in her lungs and made her body enter an uncontrollable state of quivering; At the same time, the area between her legs hurt and burned with pleasure.

Julia ignored the phone and looked down at her lower body.

Cassie had penetrated her with half her cock. It looked veinier and wetter than ever, soaked in her pussy juices, which continuously leaked out at an unstoppable pace.

Slowly, Julia looked up at Cassie's face.

She looked confused.

Her order was misunderstood.

Instead of slapping her slit, she-

"NGHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!" Julia was unable to fully process what happened. Her body entered a mad convulsion of ecstasy, quaking to the point of dropping the phone and rolling her eyes into the back of her head.

Upon realizing she made a mistake, Cassie tried to pull out; It was impossible. Julia's vaginal walls had painfully clamped down, drowning in sublime pleasure.

"M-Mrs. Griswold…!" Cassie clenched her teeth, losing the usual coolness in her face; Even she was unable to cope with the intense ecstasy produced by having her penis pulverized by Julia's rugged, wet walls.

It was all made worse by Julia learning a new fact about her body: She could squirt. "Uuuuuuuuuunghhhhooooooooh !!!!" Dense, prolonged jets of vaginal juices shot out of her stuffed pussy again and again, ruining Cassie's suit at the same time as her own legs trembled in pleasure.

They could both hear Alex's concerned voice on the other side of the phone; Nevertheless, only one of them could properly register it. The other was busy having a frenzied orgasmic seizure, with her body tensing up harder and harder as if to crush the hard cock speared in its hole. "Mnghhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!" Julia drooled while sinking her fingers into the sofa to cope with the feeling of loss of control; Her brain was receiving an overflow of dopamine and endorphins that was entirely new to it.

Until the gargantuan cock left the depths of her untrained pussy, she would not stop cumming. Nonetheless, Julia still had enough self-awareness to understand she could not ignore Alex. With unstable hands, she grabbed the phone. "I'm here…! Mnghhhhh… ! Dear…!"

"Why did you turn on the video camera?" Alex asked.

It took Julia a few seconds to comprehend.

"A-ah…!" On instinct, she moved the phone away and exposed her face. "S-sorry…! Mnghhhh… ! I missed… ! Seeing your face… !"

"Uh… Sure, but are you okay…? What's all that drool on your face…?"

"It's… Uh… Nghhhhh …" Julia was screwed; No satisfactory answer would come out of her cumming brain until it received a break.

Thankfully…

"I got it…!" Cassie finally managed to pull out.

Unthankfully…

"Khhhhhh… !" Cassie was about to ejaculate; Her cock swung amok. "Fuck… Fuck… !"

By the time Cassie grabbed her dick to change the direction of the incoming artillery of semen, it was already too late: Multiple dense jets of sperm were making their way toward Julia's face.

Yet, Julia was okay with it. In fact, she was glad for it.

Without a cock in her pussy, she could witness such a glorious, exciting thing happening without any obstacles.

"Who knows ." Was all she said to her husband, smirking widely as the boiling shots of cum landed on her skin.

"What is that…? Huh?" Alex looked more and more confused as more and more cum landed on her face.

"Who knows ." She repeated the same answer, getting off on granting her husband the ultimate humiliation. It was hard not to start laughing while savoring Alex's pathetic confusion.

Meanwhile, between her legs…

"I'll get a towel…!" Cassie ran off.

…Julia was gushing copious volumes of pussy juice on the floor.

Indeed, exposing herself sexually was Julia's calling in life, and now she had a staunch ally for it.

That night, she made Cassie eat her pussy to sleep.

As for Alex…

"Hello? Hello? Julia? What? Did she hang up on me? What was that all about?!"

"Hello, dear." Julia video-called her husband from inside the limo. "Sorry for yesterday. I ran out of battery."

"It was the bodyguard's phone."

"Oh, right. Then, she ran out of battery." Julia shamelessly smirked, not caring what Alex might think.

"I see. You look quite well-dressed."

"You like it? I bought this white dress with your money."

"It's a bit risqué."

"Perfect."

"...Anyway, where are you off to?"

"Oh, why don't you ask Cassie?" Julia handed the phone to her.

"Hello, Mr. Griswold. We're going to the opera house. Don't worry, she's perfectly safe and well- Mnghhh …" It did not take long for Cassie's stoicism to show small cracks.

After all, while she spoke with Alex, Julia was furiously stroking her erect cock. "Let me add some spit to that…" She brought a palm to her face and coated it in saliva to enhance the speed and sensitivity of her handjob. "Do you lie it in the head here, dear?"

"She's talking about gum. Yes, she's chewing gum. Oh, uh, I don't know." Cassie was a woman of incredible focus. Though her legs trembled with pleasure, she was able to keep her face mostly stable while talking to Alex.

Julia smiled, gently rubbing her pussy while enjoying Cassie's mild struggle on the phone. 'And the limo driver…'

He was glancing at the rearview mirror time and time again.

'Would he tell on me…?' Julia had no idea but was more than willing to risk it. The pleasure was too great to pass up. After unchaining the nastiest parts of her personality yesterday, there was no restraining Julia anymore. For better or worse, the world was now her consequence-free playground - at least in her eyes.

Though, from the way he seemed to be maneuvering the wheel with a single hand…

'...He won't tell.'

Julia blew a kiss at him, making the man blush.

"Thank you very much. Have a tip." Julia handed five hundred dollars to the limo driver.

"Oh, wow, Mrs. Griswold…! I don't know how to thank you…!" The limo driver was in disbelief. He was not badly paid, but it was still a massive tip at random.

"Oh, you already did." She shamelessly glared at his bulge. "No need to hide it. I know you were jerking off, you pervert. Be here on time for another show, okay…? And don't tell my husband."

The man nodded like a nervous child and drove away.

"Aren't you being too bold…?" Cassie questioned her.

"Aren't YOU being too bold, pretending to care after getting that huge nut sucked off your fat cock, you sneaky slut?" Julia grabbed Cassie's crotch hard enough to make the bodyguard rise to her tiptoes from painful pleasure.

"I'm just thinking-"

"I don't care if Alex finds out."

"Shouldn't you care?"

"Does a zombie care after it is resurrected? I would think it just eats brains until it dies or kills everyone."

"I don't know if I understand…"

"You don't have to." Julia brought her lips to Cassie's ear and subtly licked it while whispering in a sweet voice. "Just stay hard and fuck me in front of everyone tonight."

A few drops of sweat formed on Cassie's forehead. "Are you sure…?"

"Don't get so cocky. After what you did to my throat yesterday, I am more than aware that you're a ruthless savage when things get going."

"I wasn't trying to brag, it's just…"

"I don't care. Realize that." Julia took Cassie's hand and led her into the theater. "Make me start loving opera, would you?"

"This opera singer is quite well-regarded." Cassie said.

"I don't care. What a nasty whore I've turned out to be, haven't I?" Julia smirked while staring at the enormous cock throbbing in front of her crotch, repeatedly slapping the midsection of her elegant dress by virtue of twitching. "Just from sitting on your lap, I'm already oozing. Your suit will get all stained, dear. Hm…? What are you grabbing my legs so intently for? Isn't it bad for a bodyguard to lay hands on their client?" She had her back to Cassie, sitting on her lap.

"I'll open an exception this time."

"You seem to be opening a lot of exceptions just for me."

"That's because you're opening your legs for me."

"Oh, so you only care about stuffing my tight mature hole because you're a horny girl, is that it…?"

Instead of responding verbally, Cassie flexed her abs to make her exposed cock swing harder against Julia's tummy, making a low clapping sound.

"Very good answer…" It was a resounding yes, signing the midsection of her dress with precum. "And what exactly are you waiting for before you start wrecking my pussy?"

"Your order."

"I see. So, even if you're a woman, you're obedient to pussy just like every other man, are you…? How many times a day do you jerk off, you perv?"

"Since meeting you in person, none."

"None…?"

"I've been building up just for you."

"Oh, my… To think a woman would be far manlier than my husband. But you're trying to act a tad too dominant for someone whose role is obeying me, aren't you?"

"I'm only obeying until I get inside your hole, Mrs. Griswold." She paused and kneaded Julia's thighs with more intensity. "...After my dick gets in, I don't think anything you say will reach my ears. Also, I am more than just a cock, you know? I am also a beautiful woman." There was a hint of snark in her tone.

"Really…?" Julia twisted her torso to look back at Cassie, sporting a grin. "...We're in a high theater box and there is another box right beside us. Also, we're right in front of the audience. This little wall here conceals most of our lower bodies while sitting, but if you start making me bounce and moan too much, they might all look this way. What will you do if everyone notices Julia Griswold getting her slutty little pussy battered in the opera house by her perverted bodyguard? Alex would never forgive you, you know…?" She was very curious to hear her ally's response.

"Mrs. Griswold, you're a cruel woman."

"I am…?"

"Yes. Testing me after what we went through yesterday, and right when my dick is hard and rubbing against your dress… That's very cruel of you."

Julia found Cassie's claim interesting, albeit insulting. "I'm not testing anything. I'm just curious to know how you'll handle it if that happens." She tilted her head, smug.

Cassie tilted her own head to imitate Julia's body language. "Then, it might be that you don't understand how your own mind works. Shouldn't a skilled actress have a strong understanding of human emotion, Mrs. Griswold?"

"...Are you getting cheeky with me…?"

"Sorry, I'll answer your question. If people start looking at us, I will…" Cassie stopped, not finishing the sentence with words.

Instead, she raised Julia's body with purely the strength of her hands under her thighs, aligned her pantyless lower body with the tip of her erect cock…

"W-wait… That's-"

"This is the answer you wanted to hear, isn't it? No matter what happens, after we start, I won't stop until I'm done emptying my balls."

"Hang on…!"

…And let go.

'MNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!' Julia lost consciousness for a split second due to a remarkably sharp pain taking hold of her lower body. Once that split-second ended and her consciousness returned, she found herself with an arched back, contorted face, and a…

"KHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !" …Strangled neck by Cassie's life-saving ruthless hand. "Ghhhhhhh ! Nghhhhhhh ! Fuuuuuuck… !" If not for Cassie's heartless grip, she would have wailed so loudly that everyone in the theater would have heard her; Instead, she grunted hoarsely, unable to make sounds or breathe adequately.

"See, Mrs. Griswold? You're in perfect hands with me. I'll make you cum lots and lots without letting anyone notice."

"Nghhhhhh… !" Julia wanted to free her neck and scold Cassie for the sudden brutality. However, she was unable to grab Cassie's hands and struggle away from the violent hold. Cassie had her neck gripped from the back, and Julia lacked the physical strength to reach back or twist her body.

The reason for the incredible physical weakness was simple: Her entire body weight was being supported by Cassie's monstrous, steel-hard cock pressed against her cervix. Against all odds, it did not bend even slightly; It was Julia's body that wanted to bend instead, with her cervix quivering in fierce pain and pleasure, slowly tainting the rest of her body into quivering as well.

'This is too much…! Her dick is too long…! I'm literally being held up in the air by this thing impaled in me…! My feet are off the floor…! My ass is off her lap…! Get me down, get me down… ! It hurts too much… ! Nghhhh… ! Why does it also feel gooood ?!' She did not have the strength to even flail her arms about.

"How does it feel, Mrs. Griswold? When I inserted it in you yesterday, you started squirting right away. You seem to be holding back today."

"Ghhhhhhh …" Julia was unable to answer due to the physical strain. Her abdominal muscles clamped down hard, leaving her breathless. 'I'm losing it…! The pain is killing me…! It feels good, but it's killing me…! I can't cum like this…! And she hasn't even started thrusting…! If she breaks my cervix with more force than this… Ah… I need it to stop…!'

"I can't believe this! Lady Griswold!" A woman with a French accent suddenly said.

With difficulty, Julia looked her way.

It was Francesca Moulin, a French noble who loved opera…

"Of all the people I could find myself neighboring with…!" …And hated Julia. "What are you even wasting that box for? Don't you hate opera? Where is Alex? And why are you making that stupid face?" She was in the neighboring theater box, at the same height, though the small wall separating each box kept her from immediately noticing the sexual act.

"Ghhh… H-hm…? Stupid face…?"

"Yes, that stupid face. Your neck looks all silly. Are you about to puke or something? Feeling guilty for treating others like dirt?"

"N-no, I'm not doing anything… You're imagining things… Khh…" Her smile cracked and her eyes twitched, not to speak of her raspy, breathless voice. 'W-wait… I'm being observed from so close by a woman who hates me…? She's friends with Alex. She could rat me out…! And I have a huge cock stretching me out right in front of her…?! Nghhhhh … I-It's burning…! It's starting to burn and feel super good…! I can't even tell where the pain is anymore…! Hah…! She's staring right at my face…! I can't let my expression crack…! I-I'm close to cumming, but I gotta take this slow or she'll notice-'

"Khhhh !" Something interrupted her thoughts: A new sharp pain between her legs. "Mngh !" And another. "Ghhhn !" And another. "Ungh !"

…And many, many more. "Mnghhh ! Ghhhnn ! Ghhhh !"

Cassie, staying true to her word, started bouncing her up and down on her dick. Using her superior strength, she grabbed Julia's asscheeks and raised her body up. Then, with incredible speed, she moved her hands from under her ass to above her thighs and pressed her down at full force, essentially jugging her like a weightless toy.

Every single time, her cervix acted as an obstacle, keeping her legs from touching Cassie's and her feet from touching the floor.

Julia was completely malleable under Cassie's lust and strength. "Mnghhhh ! Nghhhhh ! I'm going to… ! Ghhhhh… !" Her toes curled and her hands balled into fists to cope with the ecstasy flowing through her body. "Ooooh, it's coming oooout… ! I'm going to… ! Cumming…! Cummiiiiiiing… !" Her head shot back and her body crunched forward, quaking in the strongest orgasm of her life. Julia's unfocused eyes caught a few members of the audience below looking up at her box; They could not see details of what was going on, but her bizarre face was still a highlight. "They're looking at me…! They see me bouncing up and down…!"

"They're seeing you cum, Mrs. Griswold. You're a little slut in their eyes."

"I am…?! They think I'm a slut- Mnghhhh ! Won't you slow down the thrusting… ?! Nghhhhh !"

"I'm not doing any thrusting. You're the one riding me like a whore. I'm just helping you out with my hands."

"If you keep going… ! I'll cum again… ! They'll see me… ! They'll hear me… !"

"What are you saying?! What's wrong with your face, Lady Griswold?!"

"Huuuuuuh… ?!" Julia consciously refocused her blurry vision and took note of Francesca again. "Y-you're still there…! Seeing everything…! I-I'm not moaning… ! I'm not cumming or anything…! Guuuuuuuh !" It was hell to keep her tongue from shooting out of her mouth; Julia's cervix ached with pleasure, and her walls burned from the rough gouging due to Cassie's lengthy, veiny cock.

"What are you trying to say? I can't hear you, Lady Griswold! And why do you keep bouncing? Why are you sitting on that woman's lap? Is she your friend?!" Francesca's face was one of pure confusion.

"You can't hear me?! Uuuuungh …"

"The show started, Mrs. Griswold." Cassie explained while continuing to bounce her on her cock.

It was true; Julia could not get her mind back to normal due to the continuous strain on her body, but the mention of the show made her realize the opera singing had begun.

"Who is that?" Francesca spoke loudly to beat the opera. "Why are you on her lap?" She leaned over the wall of her own box to better hear Julia.

"She's… Khhhh … My… Friend… ! Come on… ! You can't just beat the fuck out of my cervix like this… ! It's going to break… !" Her legs could not stop squirming, getting massacred by the endless assault on her pussy. "I feel it getting crushed…! My walls are getting squished by your big fat cock… ! It's so good… ! Cummiiiiing… !"

"Coming? What?" Francesca was dumbfounded by Julia's odd behavior. "Are you okay? Are you moaning…?"

"Oh, fuck, she's hearing me … Cassie, she's hearing me … Fix it … Keep me from moaning with your hands… !"

"I can't strangle you in front of her, Mrs. Griswold." Cassie leaned forward and brought her lips to Julia's ear while sliding a hand under her dress to pinch her clit. "You'll have to handle it yourself. Try not to get caught, because if you do, I might not be able to fuck you ever again."

"You fucking… Sadist… ! Not the clit tooooo… ! Ooooooh… ! Khhhh …" Julia tensed every muscle in her body to suppress her moans as much as humanly possible. "Francesca… I… Uhm… It's okay … Fuck …"

"Yes? What?"

"I… Am just… Uh … Wait… What…? S-slow down… !"

"No slowing down." Cassie pressed down on her clit even harder.

"Slow down! My cervix… ! If you- Mnghhh ! If you keep going, it will-"

…Break open.

That is what Julia wanted to say.

Instead, what she said was…

"MNGHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!!" …Her womb was invaded, prompting a comically loud and lewd wail to escape her mouth.

On a positive note, she was so breathless after that singular wail that she made no sounds afterward, simply basking in a series of silent spasms and orgasms that rippled across her body, destroying her ability to rationally think and speak.

On a far more relevant negative note, everyone looked her way in the opera house, except for the ones singing.

Francesca herself looked at her completely slack-jawed, stunned by whatever was going on.

"Mrs. Griswold, good news." Cassie whispered in a cold voice.

"Guh … Uuuuh … What …?" The orgasms had not lightened up in the slightest, but Julia quite literally lacked the physical strength to moan as her body wanted, not that it kept her from cumming like a convulsing maniac. 'It's all the way in … It's pushing the back of my uterus … So big … So hot … Nghhhh …'

"Everyone's looking… And you're squirting onto the audience below.

"Wha… ?!" Julia raised her head - with plenty of hardship - and stared at her own lower body. She was shooting jet after jet of pussy juice all over the theater audience. 'My juices are raining over them…?! Why won't she stop thruuuusting… ?! I'm cumming even more now… ! Nghhhhh !' Like a self-fulfilling prophecy, the squirt extended substantially due to her noticing it, feeding into her exhibitionist desires. 'There are people down with my love juices on their faces… ! Someone might even drink it… ! Ooooooooooh… !' Julia could feel a big wave of ecstasy climbing up her body. "Hah … Oh no … I … I'm going to …!" With it, an even louder wail would come.

"I won't stop, just so you know ." Cassie mischievously whispered in her ear. "Everyone will hear you cumming like a whore. And this French lady staring at us…? I guess she'll tell your husband. He'll know you were getting railed publicly by the very bodyguard he hired for you. What a sucker, right?"

Truly, Cassie had not lied earlier. She had no intention of taking it easy, even in the face of great danger.

…But she did also promise to not let Julia be caught.

Just as Julia opened her mouth to let out a mad wail of euphoria, Cassie grabbed the sides of her waist and squeezed hard, transforming her scream into a freakish grunt. "Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh … Hah … Hah … Hah …" At the same time, she stopped bouncing Julia's body, instead keeping her fully sat down with her enormous cock plunged all the way in, bulging out her stomach. "I'm done … I can't … Guh … I love it … I want them to stare … But I can't … Mnghhhh …" Julia's body twitched irregularly just from having the monster dick engulfed by her tiny womb and narrow pussy walls.

"Khhhh…"

"Cassie…?"

"Ghhhh…"

"What…? What is this hot… Thing… Shooting into me… Ooooooooooh … Oooooooh, fuuuuuuuuck… !" Cassie started ejaculating directly into Julia's uterus, creaming her with a prolonged, dense load of sticky cum. "So hot… ! Ooooooooooh… ! It's making me cum… ! I'm going to… ! Nghhhhhooooooooooh… !" Low-pitched guttural groans involuntarily leaked out of her mouth, alluding to the impending arrival of a new, loud, high-pitched wail of euphoria. "No… ! I feel it coming… !"

"Fuck…! Can't you just hold back a bit…?!" Cassie struggled with her own voice, clenching her teeth to deal with the tension in her own body. "Cumming, cumming, cumming…! You're squeezing me dry, Mrs. Griswold…! Just hang on a bit…! Keep squeezing so I finish faster…! Khhhhh…!" She lacked the physical strength to squeeze Julia's wait as much as before, keeping her from being able to suppress a new howl.

"I can't… Guuuuuuuuuuh… !"

"Lady Griswold! What is going on there?! Stop ignoring me! I can't focus on the opera like this…!" Francesca once more made her presence known.

Julia had to do something. The wail would escape her mouth. Things ended well the first time, with everyone soon returning their attention to the singers.

A second time would not be so forgiving, especially if she squirted all over them again.

Therefore, Julia used her hazy state of euphoria to attempt something remarkably reckless. "Come closer, Francesca…!" She leaned over the edge of the box, disregarding the fact that Francesca would notice her erect nipples poking through her dress.

"H-hey…! Wait…! Not while I'm shooting cum…! Khhhh…!" Cassie had no idea what Julia was doing, but lacked the strength to hold her back. "I've never shot so much…! You're milking me dry…!"

Out of sheer curiosity, Francesca leaned over her box's wall, bringing her face close to Julia's.

And then, Julia did the unthinkable, whispering in her ear. "I'm getting creampied by a huuuuuuuge veiny cock ."

"What?! Mnhhhh!" Julia kissed Francesca.

…And then wailed. "MNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh !!!" She used the French woman's mouth as a way to stealthily suppress the euphoric shriek that her body needed to emit. That was her grand plan to avoid being noticed by everyone again.

Sadly, that was as far as her plan went. The moment their kiss broke apart, everything would collapse for Julia. Francesca would surely reveal the truth to Alex, considering she was his friend.

Fortunately, there was still one twist to play out: They heard and saw a camera flash.

"Wha-?"

Cassie had taken a photo of their kiss. Her face was contorted and sweaty, still overwhelmed by the ongoing ejaculation. "I got your back…! Mrs. Griswold…! Fuck…!"

"Wh-what's the meaning of this?!" Francesca had no idea what was happening.

On the other hand, Julia deeply appreciated Cassie's ingenuity. "Don't tell Alex or anyone else. You get why, don't you?" The sadistic streak that flooded her mind was so strong that she was able to speak past the ecstasy pumping throughout her body.

"Or… You'll spread that photo?! Wh-what kind of madness is this?! You'll just hurt your own marriage and reputation in the process!"

"Yes, but *I* am a cheating whore that doesn't care, unlike you, pretentious idiot!" Julia leaned back with a pitiless grin on her face. "Stop bothering me. I'm trying to get fucked by a good dick for once and you keep getting in the way."

Francesca glared with a dropped jaw. As silly as Julia's improvised strategy was - with Cassie voluntarily assisting her at the last second - it was undoubtedly effective. The French lady valued her reputation too much to tell anyone and felt afraid of the photo leaking.

"Cassie."

"Yes…?" She was still ejaculating; It was by far the biggest load of semen Julia had ever felt.

"I'm sick of all this distraction. Throw me down and prone bone me like a foolish whore, would you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Griswold…!" Cassie raised her carefully and positioned her on the ground with her ass up, still keeping her dick inside. They were now fully hidden from view.

"Hah, how cute of you…"

"What?"

"Where did all that savagery go? In the end, you're just like a man, aren't you…? Once the cum starts shooting out, you turn into cattle for powerful women like me, thinking of nothing but cumming." Julia chuckled as Cassie blushed with the power dynamic shifted on its head. "That said… Hm…"

"Wh-what…?"

"You ARE pretty, aren't you…?" She admired Cassie's face.

Cassie burned red, unused to such straightforward praise; The fact that it came from Julia made it extra powerful.

To cope with it, she…

"Mnghhhhhooooooooh !"

…Railed Julia hard for the rest of the show, turning her happiness into bestial thrusts.

Two weeks into Alex's trip…

Alex was enjoying his trip immensely. 'Ah, life is good…' He was resting on the hotel bed while his lover showered. 'It's just how it is… I can't be expected to settle for just one woman when there are so many available. Men like to plant their seed everywhere. So long as I don't get anyone pregnant and Julia doesn't know, who cares?'

He did not hold Julia to the same standard. 'Women can't go sleeping around. I feel a little disgusted by all these promiscuous girls throwing themselves at me, but it's not like they're marriage material. I need to protect Julia from this life. I haven't talked to her for a few days, actually… Let me give her a quick call.'

…

"Hello there, dear. How gracious of you to be calling me so early in the day." it was 8 PM where Julia was at.

"Come on, can't I win with you? The other time you complained I called that girl first."

"Hm? Oh, Cassie?"

"Yeah, your bodyguard. You're probably feeling lonely, aren't you? I figured I'd check in."

"Oh, I'm not lonely at all. Let me show you." Julia turned her video camera on. "I'm having a grand time with this gorgeous beauty."

"Wha…?" Alex was surprised. Julia and Cassie were sitting side by side at a restaurant table. "Oh, so you two hit it off…"

"That's right. Spending time with her is so much fun, dear. You have no idea." She looked at Cassie and tilted her head; Their faces were unusually close together. "Isn't that right, dear?"

"Yes, Mrs. Griswold… Khh…" Cassie flinched for a split second. "Sorry, the food is hot, Mr. Griswold… It's making my stomach act up."

"Oh, yes, she's been shivering all night, Alex…" Julia looked down and started moving her arm while giving off a smug smile. "There, there… You like it just like this, right…?"

'What is she doing? Is she rubbing her stomach? That's so weird…' Alex tried not to think of it. "You two look really flushed… Cassie, are you sweating? Is the food THAT hot?"

"Oh, yes-"

"Mrs. Griswold…!" Cassie suddenly grabbed Julia's shoulder to call her attention to something off-camera.

"Oh…!" Julia looked equally surprised.

"Here's your… Uh… Drink…" A waiter had appeared to serve them.

For a few seconds, Julia looked nervously at the off-camera waiter; Cassie also looked mildly anxious despite the attempt at maintaining a rock-solid face.

Then, very swiftly, Julia's look turned into a mischievous one, blushing. "Be a nice boy, would you?" She opened her wallet and extended a hundred-dollar bill toward the waiter. "Nice pants. I'll just put this in here…"

"Oh! H-hey…!" For some reason, the waiter sounded the most nervous of them all.

'What's going on there…?'

"Until when's your shift?" Julia asked the waiter.

"Until midnight…"

"Hm… Guess we're staying late tonight, Cassie. I want to see this man OFF, got it…?" She looked up at the waiter with a devilish gaze.

"Fine by me, Mrs. Griswold. Let's do it."

"Alright, Alex. We're going now. You're getting in the way of our fun. Thanks for contributing, though!" She hung up on his face just as her arm started moving again.

"Ah! Uh… She already hung up…" It was not usual for Alex to feel so uncomfortable with his wife. However, one thing bothered him greatly.

'Did she just threaten to kill the waiter?!'

On a later call, around 1 AM, Cassie would clarify that no such thing happened and it was a misunderstanding.

Oddly, from the background of the video camera, they still seemed to be in the restaurant.

…And Cassie was sweaty for some reason, with Julia nowhere in the shot.

Two months in…

"You're at a party?!"

"That's right!" Cassie screamed at the phone. The music was so loud that they could barely hear each other. "She really wanted to come. I tried to dissuade her but ultimately came to keep her in check for you, Mr. Griswold!"

'Julia at a party…? I mean, maybe when she was an actress, but now…?'

He demanded that Cassie turn on the video camera.

When he did, his confusion only grew greater: Julia was dancing in the middle of a group of three girls. From her body language and face, she seemed to be at least somewhat drunk.

However, incredibly enough, that was not the worst part.

It was Julia's outfit. She was wearing a tube top and leather mini-skirt; The type that one only wears when they're a young, slutty girl looking for casual sex by attracting the male gaze. 'That's clearly not meant for her size…! Her boobs are about to burst…! But fuck all that! How can she be so okay with perverted girls touching her?!'

Alex would be furious with anyone touching his wife. Nonetheless, seeing women doing so was even worse for one simple reason: he knew that Julia was horrendously straight - a lesson he learned in his many attempts at convincing her to accept a threesome. She would always insist on another guy instead. In the end, it never happened because she refused to sexually interact with women.

'So why is she dancing with a bunch of young bimbos?!'

Julia realized Cassie was on a video call with Alex and ran over to her. "Babe, why aren't you here? We're having so much fun!"

Alex said nothing, simply glaring at her. He was furious that she was wearing a revealing outfit in public. 'How could this blonde bitch let her go to this fucking party…? This looks like some sort of university frat party…! Unacceptable…!'

"Are you maaaaad?" Julia picked up on his feelings right away. "Oh, wait a moment… Are you making that face because you're as stunned by Cassie's beauty…?" Julia took the phone and angled the camera to emphasize Cassie's body. "Look at this dress…! She came here to kill, Alex! She ain't walking outta here without a nice fuck!" She sounded more wasted than he initially thought.

To her credit, her assessment was accurate. Cassie sported a strapless red mini-dress that exposed much of her athletic, curvy physique; He was unable to see her lower body, since Julia did not lower the camera's angle, but she likely had sexy, toned legs.

After all, every single person that passed by them seemed to glance at her lower body for some reason - especially women. Her legs must have been quite eye-catching.

After a few seconds, even Alex found himself admiring her attractive, curvy upper body; Particularly her large, firm bust. 'Ah, who gives a fuck?! Why is she dressed like this anyway?! She's working!! Her boobs are about to pop out!!'

"Aaaah, he's just making dumb faces. You talk to him, I wanna have fun!' Julia returned the phone to Cassie and left.

"Wait! Julia! I prohibit you…!"

"Don't worry. She's just pretending to be drunk, Mr. Griswold. Mrs. Griswold is perfectly sober."

"Pretending…?"

"Yes. She's upset that you left for your trip, Mr. Griswold. This is her way of getting back at you, I suppose… But she has no interest in doing something she might regret if that's what you're worried about. Every night, she tells me how much she misses you. She was only dancing with those girls because she knew you would see. Right now, she's just waiting at a distance."

"...I don't care. Get her out of there."

"Understood."

Alex called again an hour later.

Cassie answered with her video camera, revealing a bizarre sight to him: She was sweaty and physically strained. All he could see was the area from her upper chest and up. For some unknown reason, the camera was unstable, moving up and down, left and right, as if she was off-balance.

That, in itself, was weird enough.

Nonetheless, there was something far more concerning taking place in the background.

"Mnghhhhh ! Hoooh ! Ooooh ! Nghhh !" …Sex seemed to be occurring. "Fucking… ! Cumming… ! Again… ! I'm such a nasty whooooore… !" There was a constant, repetitive sound of wet flesh clapping together. The fact that it was audible despite the loud music was a sign of how violent the act was; The same applied to the promiscuous woman's loud, guttural moans and dirty talk. Whoever it was, she was undoubtedly a massive slut.

"What are you doing?! You're still at the party?! Is someone having sex there?! Where's Julia?"

"It's okay, Mr. Griswold. Khhh …" Cassie had trouble keeping a straight face, with veins popping all over her forehead. "I-"

"Stop moving the camera so much!"

"I can't. People keep bouncing on me."

"Then hold it harder!"

"I… I could slow down, but…" Cassie looked at something right in front of her. "No good. No slowing down allowed. Sorry."

"What the FUCK are you talking about?! Are you still at the fucking party?!"

"Yes. Mrs. Griswold lost her phone somewhere in this bathroom, so I came back to search for it. I-"

"Ooooooh ! Oh, yes, smash that ass with your strong hand… ! I'm your whore… ! Keep beating the back of my womb… ! Beat it until it's ruined… ! Mnghhhhh ! Cummiiiiing… ! Hoooooooooooh… !" Whoever the woman was, she moaned in unstable, relentless ways.

"Would you stop moaning so fucking much? I'm talking to my boss here!" Cassie complained at the random moaning slut.

"What is going on there?!"

"Some stupid woman is getting railed silly in a stall. She just won't quit wailing like she's dying or something. I guess that's what she gets for getting fucked by such a big dick."

"Big dick?!" Alex was increasingly surprised by every sentence coming out of Cassie's mouth.

"Yeah. I can see it from here. Like this." Cassie brought a forearm to the video camera. "This big, Mr. Griswold. She's getting her holes torn apart by a dick this big-"

"Who gives a fuck?! Where's Julia?!"

"I dropped her back home. Khhh… Come on! I'm trying to speak to my boss! Shut up, you sex freak! Would you choke her already?!" She barked commands at the man fucking the woman.

"Ghhhhhh!!!" The woman's moans were replaced with grunting; In yet another plot twist, the random stranger fucking the random slut actually obeyed Cassie's command, making it all even weirder.

Alex did not know where to begin with the bizarre events taking place, so he returned to the core of what he cared about. "She's home? Julia's home?"

"Yes, she's home, sleeping."

The tension in Alex's body alleviated significantly. "Why aren't you there?"

"Because-"

"Nghhhhhh ! Khhhhhhh ! Uuuuuuuungh !" Even if the slut was being strangled, she still let out absurdly loud grunts of pleasure. "Ghhhhhhhhh !"

"Stupid bimbo! Come on, shut the fuck up while I'm on the phone!" A series of loud slaps played out off-screen.

If Alex did not know Cassie was a woman, he might have assumed she was the one fucking the random slut. 'Especially with how sweaty and tense her neck looks… Is it that hot at that party?! Come on, hold the camera still, it's making me dizzy!!' Alex screamed in his mind.

"Nghhhhh ! Khhhhhh !" The woman continued to grunt. Now that Cassie had stopped talking, Alex realized the pummeling was so rough that he could hear the sound of her ass getting squashed by man's hips with each thrust; It was clear that she was indescribably drenched.

…But why had Cassie stopped talking in the first place? She continued to look off-camera, ignoring Alex's existence. "Cassie?"

"Ghhhhh ! Mmmmnghhhh !"

"Cassie? Hello?"

"Khhhhhhh ! Nghhhhuuuuuuuuuuuh !!"

"Cassie?! Hello?!"

Cassie did not acknowledge him, distracted by something. Her neck and facial muscles tensed up hard; After a few seconds, she even gritted her teeth while squinting her eyes slightly.

It all felt very off-putting, but Alex did not know how to react. 'Should I hang up and call again-

"MNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !" His thoughts were cut off by the whore grunting with renewed intensity. "NGHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !! So hooooooot… ! It's plastering all over my womb… ! Guuuuuuuuuh …"

She was orgasming with a degree of ecstasy that Alex had never witnessed before, making him feel inadequate. 'Wh-who is fucking this girl…? No, forget that… She's probably just acting to make the guy happy… Yeah. No girl cums like that… I would know!'

It was not just the off-screen whore, though. "Hah… Hah… Hah… Hah…" Cassie started gasping for air at the same time. Coincidentally, the camera finally stopped shaking.

"Cassie?"

"Huh…? Oh… Mr. Griswold… Sorry, I… Got a little… Uh…" Her eyes were unfocused. "Anyway, how can I help you…?"

"Go home! This is inappropriate! Protect my wife!"

"Well, she asked me to come find her phone-"

"JUST BUY A NEW ONE!"

In the end, Cassie submitted to Alex's will.

Just as she hung up, the camera started shaking again.

"Ooooooooooh ! Nghhooooooooh !" …And the whore started moaning once more.

Alex was jealous of that man's stamina.

Either way, Alex was so upset by Cassie's unprofessionalism that he decided to fire her. One day later, he called Julia to inform her before the act.

It became the biggest argument their relationship ever had, ultimately ending in his loss; Cassie stayed because Julia had become too close to her. It made him slightly jealous, having never been defended by her with such ferocity.

'Hah… Whatever. It's fine. It's not like they're lesbians. Even if Cassie turned out to be one, Julia isn't.'

Stressed, he went to sleep.

Four months into Alex's trip…

"P-porn…?!" Alex listened to Cassie in disbelief.

"That's right. She feels hurt from you being away for so long, Mr. Griswold. Of course, I don't know the details of your relationship, but she seems to miss you in a very specific way…"

In the back, there were loud, muffled moaning sounds. At first, Alex thought it was Julia's voice, leaving him distressed, but Cassie clarified it was the porn she was watching. 'Julia's never watched porn! This is absurd…! And… And…'

It sounded like more than one woman moaning.

…Was she watching lesbian porn?

'That's impossible! Absolutely impossible…!'

Cassie promised to keep an eye out on the situation, but he should not be worried.

"She thinks about you all the time when she's cumming."

"H-how would you possibly know such a thing?!" The intimate talk rubbed him off the wrong way.

"She tells me."

Apparently, his wife's relationship with her bodyguard had become unthinkably close.

When Alex first introduced Cassie to Julia, that was exactly what he wanted; After all, it would make it easier for Cassie to keep her away from unwise behaviors.

Now, Alex was just uncomfortable.

…His trip would still last eight more months.

'I don't want to change her security detail again so soon, especially when she made a friend out of this one, unlike the previous girls. Cassie says that Julia is acting like this because she misses me, which is good, but I still don't like to see her changing. Well, it should be fine. I mean…'

How much could Julia possibly change in a mere year?

"I've set it up, Mrs. Griswold."

"Ghlurgh … Bhlurgh … Puah!" With struggle, Julia pulled her head back, freeing her mouth from Cassie's girthy monster. Her face was dirty with spit and cum from the two loads she swallowed in the past 30 minutes. "Wasn't that a little slow…? I thought you'd be better with technology." She was kneeling between Cassie's legs, orally servicing her cock while waiting for her to finish her task on the notebook.

"I may have done it slower than needed to enjoy more of your nasty vacuum-sucking." Cassie grabbed Julia's hair, subtly threatening to forcibly facefuck her. "You didn't mind, did you? I'm fairly certain you're a passionate cock gobbler, or so I've learned in the past few months."

"Am I?" Julia had not bothered giving it much thought; She sucked Cassie off out of instinct. Well, now that you say it, I can't quite deny it. For someone whose job is mostly physical, you are quite dedicated to getting into my head, aren't you…?"

"I love learning more about my idol and cocksleeve."

Julia got up and inserted a thumb into Cassie's mouth. "Don't get cocky, sweetheart. Nghhh …" She slid a hand down her own lower clothes, stimulating herself to the point of oozing love juices on the floor. "Don't forget you're MY ally, not the contrary…"

"I know my place well, Mrs. Griswold. But you know yours too, don't you…?" With Julia's thumb still in her mouth, Cassie grabbed her waist and forced her down on her knees once more, bringing her face in front of her dick.

Julia released Cassie's mouth and went cross-eyed to admire the musky member. "On my knees, sucking you off like a nasty little bimbo…?"

"That's right." Cassie forced Julia's face down to the point of her lips kissing Cassie's cum-coated glans. "Plus, even if I am YOUR ally, the circumstances change quite a bit after we start fucking. Right now, you're MY cockhole."

"Hah … Hah …" Her implication was more than enough to make Julia fluster and burn with desire; If Cassie threw her on the sofa right now, she would let herself be railed stupid by the athletic woman. 'She's gorgeous…! Looking at her body from below makes me feel tiny…! I love her muscle definition…! Those big, firm tits…! These balls… This cock…! No, now that I think of it… Isn't she sexy even without considering this big dick…?' As the weeks passed, Julia found herself admiring Cassie's feminine curves more and more. "If you wanna empty your nut in me, I guess we just can't help it …"

"I thought you wanted to focus on your new Onlyfans page? I just set it up."

"We'll do that tomorrow. Right now, I think I need to be manhandled a bit- Khhh !" She was unable to finish her sentence before Cassie marked her face with a slap, grabbed her neck, and threw her face down on the sofa. "Nghhhhoooooooooooh !!"

"I didn't mean that question." Cassie aligned her bulging erection against Julia's drenched slit, spreading the barrier of meaty asscheeks out of the way. "Whatever answer you gave me, I would have pounded you regardless."

"I know ." Julia bit the sofa's cushion in preparation for what would happen next.

After all, much like Cassie's intention to fuck her, one other thing was certain.

"GHHHHHNNNNNNNN !!!!" …She would start moaning like a stupid bimbo right away.

One day later…

Six months had passed since Cassie officially met Mrs. Griswold. 'To be so intimate with my idol is incredibly lucky…' She stared at Mrs. Griswold sitting behind a desk on the other side of their improvised set, wearing a shirt dress, leather skirt, stockings, and glasses - plus her ponytailed hair, and exaggerated makeup to make her lips look thicker. '...They say one should never meet their heroes because they never live up to your expectations…'

"Any questions before we start, Cassie?"

"Are you sure you want to do this? There'll be no going back afterward."

Mrs. Griswold tilted her head and looked at her with mild annoyance. "Do I look like I give a fuck?"

'...They were right. Mrs. Griswold does not live up to my expectations in the slightest. She's much more cynical, reckless, and malicious than I ever imagined. So…'

Why did Cassie love Mrs. Griswold even more now that her image of her had completely changed?

"You got it, right? You're supposed to fuck me so hard that people might think this is a rape video. No half-assing it. If I'm not cripple-adjacent by the time we're done fucking, you've done a poor job. But I don't have to worry, right? I mean…" Mrs. Griswold coughed a few times while chuckling. "...My throat is still ruined, and the last time I blew you was days ago."

"You didn't blow me. I raped your face."

Mrs. Griswold smirked. "Yes, you did." Her voice was temporarily damaged, making her almost sound like a heavy smoker. "You made sure to pump that fat cock a LOT inside my mouth. Do the same today but in my pussy." She winked.

'Ah. That's why.' Cassie quickly remembered the root of her feelings of love. 'The way she looks at me…! I love it…!' Cassie had always been seen as a scary woman due to her serious demeanor and imposing height. However, Mrs. Griswold stared at her in a different way from the very first time they met. This small act made her initial feelings of infatuation evolve into full-fledged love.

On the other hand, what was the source of Mrs. Griswold's look? 'Love or lust…?' Cassie could not know for sure, but she hoped it was the former. 'I like to think that she sees me as someone who can give her what she's been missing her whole life… And I see her in a way that she doesn't either… I want to make her happy…!'

Whatever the truth was, Cassie loved being her idol's ally.

Plus…

"I can see it's already throbbing, so let's get this show on the road." Mrs. Griswold lewdly smiled upon noticing the massive bulge in Cassie's shorts twitching, with the very tip of her dick popping out of one of the shorts' legs.

…Cassie loved fucking Mrs. Griswold hard. She had many lovers in her life, but Mrs. Griswold was the first woman who openly instigated her aggressive side. 'I don't have to worry about her getting upset about me fucking too hard.'

Mrs. Griswold clicked play.

'With her, the risk is not going far enough.'

"Oh, Lisa, you know I can't truly feel anything toward you! You're barely of age, and I'm a married woman!" Julia re-enacted a scene from her most popular movie: A drama where she played a teacher with an abusive husband. Her character would ultimately fall in love with a male student who saves her from him.

They were filming a porn parody version of it for her newly-launched Onlyfans. Of course, it was all anonymous and their faces would be censored; Nevertheless, it was the strongest thrill Julia had felt yet. 'Once this goes online, there's no taking it back! There might be thousands of perverts jerking off to my body…! I don't know why, but I love it so much…! Look at me, everyone…!'

However, simply that would not be enough; Julia needed them to jerk off to her body being DESTROYED.

That was why their version had a bit of a twist. Just as Julia tried to leave the classroom…

"Teacher!" Cassie grabbed Julia's wrist while struggling not to blush or crack.

"Oh! Yes…?" Julia turned around with hopeful eyes of love.

"I don't give a fuck."

"Lisa?"

Cassie grabbed Julia's waist, raised her in the air, and dropped her on the desk. "You keep teasing me every day! I can't hold it anymore!"

"What are you doing, Lisa?! Stop…! Oh, no…!"

The next part was acting out a brief struggle between them.

That part mattered little in Julia's mind; Considering how much Cassie's bulge twitched, it likely mattered little to her too.

The important part would come in a few minutes…

"Uuungh ! Hoh ! Hoooh ! Ooooooh… ! Fuck, fuck… ! You're too big… ! Oooooooh… !" In less than five minutes, Julia was already under Cassie's violent mating press, getting sexually crushed on the teacher's desk while her unbuttoned dress shirt turned into a puddle of sweat. "Your cock's bigger than my arm… ! It's seriously stretching me ooooout… ! Mnghhhoooooooooh !"

"Shut up!" Cassie slapped her face and grabbed her neck to keep her from complaining. "Look at how much you're squeezing me! Do you seriously think I'll believe that it's too big for you, Teacher?"

"It is…! It's too big… ! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again… !" Even when Cassie slapped her, there was no pause to the brutal pistoning. Her hips constantly moved, crashing harshly against Julia's thick ass and legs. 'I'm always bruised… ! I have to wear makeup every day to hide the marks on my neck… ! This girl is such a rough fuck… !' She cared little about the lack of air, having full trust in Cassie's ability to let her breathe at the last instant possible without any risks. 'When I'm about to pass out… ! Is when I cum the hardest… ! Oh, fuck, it's climbing my spine again… !' Her teeth clenched in despairful climax, spasming so much that the only thing keeping her from falling on the floor was Cassie's body weight on top of her, crushing her breasts. "You vile girl…! I thought you had feelings for me…! But you're just raping me…! Treating me like a cumhole… !"

"But you like it, don't you…?" Cassie relieved the grip on her neck, pitying how hoarse her voice already was from frequent, ruthless oral sex.

"No… ! I hate this… ! I hate being raped by this huge-"

"You actually like being my little sex toy, don't you… ?" Cassie cut her off with a whisper to her ear.

"Nghhh… ? Huh… ?" Cassie's tone and body language changed during that brief whisper. 'It's not like we scripted the dirty talk, but it sounded off-character…'

"...You're actually a nasty, masochistic little whore who likes to be treated like dirt…" She continued whispering, breathing sweet air into her ear. "...You're a jerk to everyone because you want to be ragdolled around…"

"Ungh … What… ?" Something was wrong. Though Cassie's thrusts were as powerful as ever, the intensity of pleasure suddenly ramped up. 'I'm squeezing so much … Shit, did I just gain abs?! How hard am I cumming ?! Ooooooooh… !' Julia crossed her legs around Cassie's waist in an attempt to vent the tension building up in her lower body. 'My stomach is so sucked in…! I can feel every inch imploding my womb… !'

"Mrs. Griswold…" Cassie completely jumped out of character. "...I want you to know that no matter how dominant or reckless you try to act in front of me, I can see past your bitchy attitude, okay…?"

Julia stared at Cassie with wide, anxious eyes. In any other circumstance, she would verbally strike back at the girl for the random comment, but the tremendous pleasure and pain from having the back of her womb repeatedly speared by her monster cock kept her from maintaining her usual guard up.

There was one more thing too: Julia felt oddly vulnerable. Cassie's words were not special by themselves, but her demeanor added immense pressure, having a special effect on Julia's heart.

Cassie backed away and continued, now no longer whispering - but still hammering away at Julia's drenched, spasming pussy with delight. "You're in that abusive marriage because you like feeling like dirt, don't you?!"

"Huh?! Mnghhh ! Ooooooh… ! N-no, that's not true… !"

"It is. You show off and act like a bitch because you want to be seen and treated like a worthless piece of meat for sex."

"No ! Nghhhoooooooh… ! What's going ooooon… ?! Uuuuuungh… !" The pleasure was still ramping up in Julia's convulsing body. 'Why am I feeling it so much?! What is she saying?! Hooooooooooh… !'

"All those times you are rude to someone, you're just egging them on to dislike you so you don't feel guilty for being alone. Pretending to be with that piece of shit of a husband by choice helps you feel better about yourself, doesn't it?" Her intense gaze drew Julia's attention, forcing her to lock eyes.

It was easily the most pressure she had ever felt in her life. Julia was crumbling from both indescribable internal pressure and intense external pressure.

It made the pleasure that much better. "Ghhhhh ! Ooooooh ! Uuuuungh ! Mnghhhoooooh !" Julia wanted to retort but could do nothing due to Cassie forcing her body out of energy and breath by mauling her soaking pussyhole endlessly, drowning the room in sounds of wet clapping that could only be outdone by her vigorous voice.

Cassie inserted a thumb into Julia's mouth to make her moans even more pathetic and submissive - as if the multiple orgasms and spasms being imposed upon her sweaty, horny body were not enough already. "You're actually just a little girl looking for attention, aren't you…? That's why you went with that career in the first place. You're afraid of being abandoned, so you stick with that turd and push everyone away while using your body to be noticed by others… Well, that and you're a nympho, but everyone can tell that just by looking at how sexual your body is."

"S-stop…" Julia's heart raced so much that she feared a genuine heart attack. "Y-you're going too far… Stop…!" Faint tears formed in her eyes. Whether they were from the relentless climax that refused to give her a break or from Cassie's words, she was unsure.

Evidently, it would be perfectly logical to assume both things were interconnected. Cassie was not just destroying Julia's body by brutalizing her pussy and womb with vicious scraping and stretching; She was also destroying Julia's mind by reaching all the way into her psyche.

Doing so when there were already so many volatile sensations overwhelming her body was merciless. Despite being an ascending exhibitionist, she still felt nervous about being fucked in front of a camera; When added to the dozens of mindbreaking, breathtaking orgasms injecting dopamine into her brain, Julia could barely hold herself together. Cassie was holding nothing back in terms of physical and sexual aggression, making her body move back and forth on the desk with each balls-deep thrust - which was all of them.

Cassie was always devoted to keeping her word. Julia had requested to be fucked with so much ferocity that those watching the video might think it was secretly a rape video.

…And Cassie had promised to do it.

"Ooooooooh ! Mnghhhooooooooooh ! I can't feel my leeeeegs… ! It won't stop cummiiiiiiing… !" There would be no stopping her.

Whenever they fucked, Julia's body belonged to Cassie. She had already come to accept this reality and was more than okay with it since giving herself away resulted in endless, mind-numbing euphoria.

However, she had never fully given her mind and heart, nor did she have any intention to.

Those belonged to…

…

Nobody. Perhaps not even herself, considering how resentful she was about life.

Yet, it seemed that Cassie wanted them for herself. Already owning Julia's body, she now also wanted her mind and heart.

"Mnghhhhhhh … Nghhhhhhoooooooh …" With how much Julia was collapsing under the fierce pistoning, there was little she could do but watch it happen. That said…

…Part of her secretly wished to be taken.

"Don't worry, Teacher. I'd prefer if you ditched that good-for-nothing bum husband of yours, but if you like being treated like crap by him so much, I don't mind having you to myself on the side. We all know who your holes really belong to, don't we?"

"Nghhhhh … Who… ?" In a moment of stupid cum-drunkenness and mental exhaustion, Julia asked the obvious question.

"It belongs to me." Cassie raised a hand and descended it at full force against Julia's clit, making her entire upper body arch into an acute angle, entering a new sequence of orgasmic spasms while the prior one was still going on. "Hyyyyyyyoooooooooohoooooooooh !!!" With nowhere to hold onto, Julia grabbed Cassie's tits to keep herself sane - whatever little was possible.

"I'm never going to abandon you." Cassie landed another vicious slap on her clit.

"Nghooooooooooh !

"I'm going to make daily use of your body for the rest of your life." Another.

"Mnghhhhooooooooh !"

"You're a filthy slut, but I don't mind. I'll give you all the cock you need on the side and help you forget about how worthless you feel." Another.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuungh !"

"So, from now on, you're all mine. All of you." Another.

"Oooooooooooooh !"

"You're my cocksleeve forever and ever." Another.

"Ghhhhoooooooooooh !"

"I'll never leave you, no matter how deranged you find yourself to be. You're just too fun to empty my balls into." Another.

"Hoooooooooooooh !"

"And also…" Cassie stopped thrusting for a moment, marking such a wild change in rhythm that Julia nearly passed out from the millisecond of relief due to bodily and mental confusion. The blonde bodyguard leaned forward until their breasts squished up, rubbing nipples together. Once her lips were in Julia's ear, she whispered. "...Because I love you, Mrs. Griswold."

Cassie moved her head slightly back to look straight into Julia's blurry, cum-hazy eyes. Julia was forced to look at her expression: Blushing cutely.

It was hard to explain what went on in Julia's mind at that very moment.

Firstly, because she was still cumming her brains out.

Secondly, because she felt very emotionally sensitive.

Thirdly, because Cassie started cumming as well. "Khhhhhh…!" Her eyes twitched and her teeth gritted on their own, but she refused to blink, maintaining eye contact with Julia. Her confession would not pass by unaddressed.

How should Julia respond…? Considering the endless orgasm that had been wrecking her body for a while now, there was no way she could think and come up with a proper answer.

Therefore, she left it all to her instincts.

Julia launched herself forward and embraced the woman's athletic, lean back, keeping herself squeezed against her chest. Then, she whispered back into the woman's ear with the best answer she could.

"You better not stop fucking me…!" …A direct, rude command.

It was all she could muster at that moment of physical and mental breakdown.

For most people, that would be a very unfulfilling answer to such a grand confession. Many would see it as a rejection or escape by Julia.

Not Cassie.

She was more than capable of seeing past Julia's spiky personality, perceiving her true feelings with ease. The blonde bodyguard buried her face into Julia's neck and resumed thrusting at full power, ignoring the fact that she was still releasing a massive cumload into her womb.

"Nghooooooooooh !"

"I love you…!"

"Keep fucking me… ! You sexy woman… !"

"Yes! Yes!" Cassie struggled not to tear up.

Julia was a very lucky woman. She had the best, most gorgeous ally in the whole wide world. This ally managed to break the chains in her mind and break into her heart.

"Mnghoooooooooooh !! I caan't keep goooooing ! Ooooooooooh !"

…She also helped break her pussy many, many times with her enticing cock and beautiful, feminine body.

Their first video was 12-hours long.

Chapter 2: A Secret Of Their Own: Liberté - Finale

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A little over half a year had passed since Francesca got tricked by Julia into sharing a disgusting, depraved lesbian kiss in that theater.

That kiss had single-handedly turned her life into a living hell every single day since…

"Nghhh … Ghnnn …" …Because it awoke deeply suppressed tendencies in her heart.

Francesca Isabelle Moulin was a French noblewoman born into a wealthy, powerful family and married to a wealthier, more powerful man. Her family name was deeply entrenched in French politics and had an undemocratically large degree of sway within government and society.

In other words: If such a photo leaked, it could contaminate the sanctity of her marriage and damage the good reputation of her family.

A big danger, to be sure.

"Mnghhh … Unghh …" But it was not even remotely close to the real hell she endured.

The real hell came from within her mind: The bisexual urges that she had buried deep within her heart long ago. Now married for 21 years at the age of 43, Francesca had avoided thinking about her attraction toward women for many years.

Her marriage was a boring one, but it was what was right, even if her role was closer to that of a trophy wife than she would like. Francesca was ashamed of the fact that she ever thought of women as sexually attractive and never wanted to think about the subject again after marrying.

Then, Julia Griswold, a woman whom she absolutely despised, kissed her out of nowhere, and her bodyguard took a photo of the act, recording it for eternal posterity.

Shutting down the sexual urges that came from that kiss took multiple days of mental effort. Julia Griswold was not just any random woman, but a specific woman for whom Francesca had felt attraction for over a decade now, even if she did hate her.

After suppressing those urges, Francesca made a move. Afraid of what potential blackmail could come out of the photo, she hired the best private investigators available to unearth everything possible about Julia Griswold and end her existence. Julia's husband, Alex, was Francesca's friend, so she wanted to do things as quietly as possible, ideally without alerting Alex.

It was a big, big mistake.

Her private investigators were beyond effective, discovering the existence of a secret Onlyfans page where Julia and her bodyguard recorded anonymous amateur porn videos with a bias toward exhibitionist plays.

"Khhnn … Mnghhh …" Francesca now had an endless supply of sexual content involving Julia and could not control herself, consuming it relentlessly for months without end. At that very moment, she was watching her and her bodyguard having secret sex inside a Ferris Wheel cart in the middle of the day, with other people present on the other carts and a long line of customers waiting for their turn.

They could get caught at any moment. Yet, Julia kept on sitting down onto her bodyguard's gigantic penis, moaning loudly when they were high in the air, and smiling and waving to the crowd when they were closer to the ground – fighting the desire to moan.

Because they wore sunglasses and caps, it was unlikely that the crowd knew they were staring at an ex-celebrity, but Julia still waved and blew kisses toward them anyway, looking like a bumbling buffoon – likely getting off on the exhibitionism of it all. 'That's exactly the sort of woman she is…! Someone who does not care about consequences and does whatever she wants, as if the world were a big playground to mess around…! And here I am…! Nghhhh … Masturbating to this…! Foolishness…! Ghnnnn …'

Francesca aggressively crushed her clit with a hand while mauling her wet, swollen slit with the other, rubbing frantically. She had been masturbating for over two hours, and none of the videos she watched were new.

'She's curvy…! And her bosom and hips are so round…! What would it feel like to squeeze them?! Nghhh … How can she ride that colossal penis?! It must be difficult, but she's going ahead with it anyway…! Julia, you have a body made for sex…! Nghhh … It's the only way to explain it…! You're sitting up and down on a penis thicker than your forearm and squirting all over the floor of the cart…! And I've seen this video before…! I know you'll ride that wheel over six times, only leaving once she releases inside you! How can you walk after that…? Unghhh … How will *I* walk after stimulating myself into so many climaxes?! What would it feel like to taste your juices…?!'

There was a large physical component to Francesca's attraction for Julia, but it was not the sole aspect. If physical desire was all, then she would never dedicate a single minute of her existence to rubbing herself off to her videos; After all, her hatred for Julia made it a particularly humiliating act.

Nevertheless, her desire far surpassed the pain of that humiliation for a simple reason: The intensity of her hatred was directly proportional to how much she was attracted to Julia on a physical AND emotional level. Whenever she was not thinking about Julia, she was busy masturbating to pornographic videos of Julia or thinking about going to masturbate to pornographic videos of Julia.

Her constant access to the woman – especially on a sexual level, even if merely parasocial – had rekindled intense feelings of the past and skyrocketed them into a blaze that burned her self-control to a crisp.

Her emotional attraction was born of a simple thing: admiration.

As for the reason she admired Julia, it was a silly one…

Several years ago, at the birthday party of a French politician…

"You must hate that Alex made you come." Francesca told Julia while subtly eyeing her body up and down. 'She's got quite the beef around her body, hm…?' She sipped her wine to mask her gaze.

"Oh, on the contrary. I'm soooo happy to be here. When I think that I abandoned my acting career to be Alex's side trophy at these networking parties, I just feel so happy." Julia did not drink her own wine, gladly exhibiting her moodiness.

That was exactly how Francesca perceived Julia: A resentful, disrespectful woman who did not value her great marriage. Alex was a friend of Francesca's, and she knew that Julia was lucky to have him, even if Julia herself did not express the same.

"You must be quite happy too." Julia said.

"Why is that?"

"Why, you're the most beautiful woman in this entire party. Is it not fun to have your ego stroked daily? Ah, the life of a noble… Maybe I should have married a European aristocrat for an easy life too…"

"How fanciful, thank you for the compliment. You're quite lucky I'm smart, or I'd think you're insulting me."

"Me? Please, no… I haven't even started drinking! Maybe after I've had as many as you, I might start saying silly things."

By then, Francesca and Julia had already met a few times at different social events. The disdain they held for each other was likely the fault of Francesca herself. She despised women who did not understand or respect their roles in high society and hardly hid that despisal. 'I deal with pressure every day as a wife in nobility and mother of two, and you don't see me growing resentful or behaving like this frustrated child… Julia, you embarrass us all. Learn to suck it up and be a proper wife, even if you hate it. We all do it on some level.'

"Might I say, tu és a croquer." Julia said with stifled laughter. "Did I say that right?"

"You just said I am good enough to eat."

"Then, I said it right." With a chuckle, Julia finally sipped her wine.

Francesca cared little about Julia's compliment, already well aware of her own beauty. She was the same height as Julia – 6'0 – and also had long hair, but hers was raven, and her eyes were black instead of blue. On everything else, she sported similarities to Julia: Large breasts, a round rear, and even the way she kept her forehead free of bangs.

It was then that she realized…

"…Were you just complimenting yourself?"

"Are you saying we look alike?"

"A little, perhaps. Physically."

"Thank you for the praise." With another chuckle, Julia sipped wine again.

What an unbearable woman she was. 'How Alex can stand her, I don't understand. I believe I'm done speaking to her… Especially because…' Francesca looked to the side.

Due to poor coincidence, they were standing close to where the kids were – many parents brought their kids to socialize. They were playing happily, smothering their poisoned back-and-forth with noise.

'As a mother, I feel bad for thinking this, but I just want to scream at them to shut up.' Francesca grimaced.

"Hey, you. Come here." Julia suddenly gestured for a kid to approach her.

'Hm…? What is she doing…?'

The kid – a happy girl – approached Julia with a big smile. Julia squatted on her tiptoes and whispered something in her ear.

"No way…" The kid's joy disappeared. She looked at Julia, then at Francesca, and then ran back to the rest of the group.

Soon, everyone's moods crashed, bringing peace to their surroundings. Some kids cried – for whatever reason – but it was still far less noise.

"What did you say to her…?"

"Santa isn't real."

"Wha-?!" Francesca glared at Julia, flabbergasted. "Why?!"

"…Because I wanted to."

"You're a mongrel…!"

"What? Don't tell me you didn't want them to shut up. Weren't we having fun bantering?"

"You cannot go around doing whatever it is that you want…!"

"I don't care." Julia said while perfectly in place, smiling. She had no problems continuing their spiteful conversation.

Why?

'Because she's the sort of person who does whatever she wants without regard for the consequences.'

Francesca HATED her deranged sense of freedom.

…Envious.

'And now she's filming porn… ! Cheating on Alex… ! Having a lot of satisfying, aggressive sex with a giant penis… ! Disrespecting her role as a wife and degrading her body for whatever exhibitionist fetish she has… !'

…And she, the noble Francesca Isabelle Moulin, was masturbating to that woman while hidden in her chambers like a creep, soaking her sheets with vaginal fluids that never came out of her body whenever intimate with her own husband.

Francesca HATED Julia.

"I hate you… ! Nghhhh… ! You mongrel… ! Unghhh … Cumming… ! Ghhhhn… !" …But admired her enough to ruin her laptop screen with sex juices again and again.

"Ghlurghhh … Bhluuuurgh … Shluuuuurp …" Mrs. Griswold sloppily gobbled on Cassie's erect cock under the table while she worked on managing their Onlyfans page. "Ghluuuuuurgh …"

"You're quite passionate today, Mrs. Griswold." Cassie said in a serious, monotone voice – she rarely lost composure, even when her large, sensitive penis was assaulted by strong pleasure.

"Bhluuuurgh … Ghluuuuuurgh …" Her boss, idol, and loved one offered no response other than continued gurgling. Mrs. Griswold's face was already a sloppy mess of spit, precum, and stray pubic hair – and it was only 10 AM. If she had put on any makeup, her face would certainly have been ruined by mascara tears – even though she had only been blowing Cassie for 20 minutes.

They were only getting started. Cassie rarely gave Mrs. Griswold breaks when they started any sort of sexual interaction. 'That's how she prefers it too. This woman is very dominant even in her submission. She would not be happy with anything less than being fully broken and unable to move. Thankfully, I enjoy going all-out as well.' Cassie looked down at her for a moment. "Eye contact."

Mrs. Griswold instantly looked up with teary eyes – a consequence of her devoted deepthroating. Because she often got carried away during acts of service, Cassie had to constantly remind her to show proper adoration.

'I want to grab her head and sink it… The desperate look that she gives me whenever I hollow her neck out with my tip… Mnhh … It's the best feeling. But, for now, she has not asked me to fully obliterate her, has she? Mrs. Griswold is having fun playing with me and it's still early, so I'll continue with my task…' Cassie resumed managing their Onlyfans page.

"Bhluuuuurgh … Ghluuuuuurgh …"

It was quite usual for her to do her duties while having her penis used by Mrs. Griswold. 'She particularly enjoys it when her husband calls me for information on her. I enjoy it very much too. Being squeezed dry and ejaculating merely to entertain her is very fulfilling. I love you, Mrs. Griswold. Please continue to use and desire my body and cock for your pleasure as much as you need. I am at your side, always.'

They remained like that for several more minutes until Cassie was done confirming her suspicions. "Mrs. Griswold. We need to talk about something."

"Ghluuuuurgh … Bhluuuuuurgh …"

"Your opera friend, Mrs. Goulin – should I call her 'Lady' Goulin? – is one of our subscribers. I believe she might be doing so to build a portfolio of blackmail to use against you."

"Shluuuuurp … Shllrrrrrrp … Bhluuuuuurgh …" Mrs. Griswold did not care, continuing to slowly bob her head up and down – she had developed a passion for steady, gradual gouging of her own throat. According to her, it was as fun as getting facefucked into almost puking.

"Mrs. Griswold, no one enjoys your blowjobs more than I do, but I do think this is important."

"Ghluuuurgh… ! Puah! Hah… Hah… How do you know she's a subscriber? Who cares? Shluuuurp …" Though she finally paid attention to Cassie, she continued to service her cock, licking her long, veiny length up and down while cupping her heavy balls and stroking slowly; Cassie was so wet that it made for consistent wet squishing as ambient noise.

"I told you the other time. There were men following us and I believe they were private investigators. At first, I thought it might have been your husband, but he seems quite convinced by my lies on the phone, even if he keeps calling so much that it's annoying. So, Lady Moulin was my second suspect. My first concern was whether they'd discover our online indiscretions, so I wondered how I'd discover if they knew... Until I realized our top subscriber literally has her initials in the e-mail – a France-based e-mail."

"Hah…! Who would have known French nobility was so bad with technology? Shluuuurp ! Fuck, this is a nice, musky cock … Don't you think it's great, Cassie…? Ah, of course you do, you have it… I want it for myself …" Mrs. Griswold sniffed it up and down, running her mouth down to Cassie's balls in a futile attempt to take at least one of them fully into her mouth – something that never worked due to their absurd size.

"You already own my penis, Mrs. Griswold. Use it at will."

"Puah! These sperm bags are the best … Good job on having such tasty balls, Cassie… I prohibit you from going to sleep before emptying them straight into my womb tonight."

"Don't I always?"

"Last night you emptied inside my mouth instead of pussy. Shluuuuuuurp …" The mature redhead began sucking all the slob running down Cassie's long length… "Shlrrrrrrrrp …" …And then added a whole new coating of spit to it, taking her time licking and sucking.

"Is this not a concern to you? If Lady Moulin knows about our indiscretions, would she not tell your husband?"

"Of course she would. If she knows, it's already all over, so we might as well not care. Or maybe I can hold her off with that photo. Who knows?"

'Her nihilism is always in full swing, isn't it…?' It was the one trait that Cassie did not like in her admiration of Mrs. Griswold. 'It gives her insurmountable freedom to act however she pleases, but is also a little sad…'

"Anything else of interest, or can I get back to hugging your dick with my throat? I'm getting very impatient … Shluuuuuurp …" She gently squeezed Cassie's balls to express her agitation.

The bodyguard did not flinch whatsoever. "No. But it is surprising that she is our top subscriber by far… She leaves tips on every video and has even sent some messages before."

"Hm…? She has…?" Julia fully stopped licking, interested.

"Yes. Asking when our next video is coming out, and if she can pay for a custom video too. It's odd, isn't it? She already has more than enough evidence if she wants to blackmail you. Don't these messages just make her look-"

"-Interested in me." Mrs. Griswold crawled out from under the table and looked at the laptop screen from over Cassie's shoulder, with a wide smirk. "This might all be your fault, Cassie. Maybe getting my holes brutally indented by your big dick heightened my sexual appeal to the point of reaching European nobility."

"You think she's attracted to you?" Cassie did not expect that. "Is that really the case…?"

"Oh? Is that you trying to recover my sweet lips back on your cock?" Mrs. Griswold gave Cassie a wet kiss on the cheek and reached down to grab her glans, slowly rubbing them with the palm of her hand; Her large, soft breasts acted as a pillow for the back of Cassie's head. "It's your fault for being a dutiful bodyguard. Now that you got my attention, you have to wait a little bit before I suck the nut out of you."

"Understood."

"You never flinch, do you…? I would love to see you losing it for once."

"Don't I lose it every time you let me take you freely?"

"Does turning into a grunting animal that thrusts mindlessly while ejaculating for the eighth time count as 'losing it'?"

"Maybe in my own way, Mrs. Griswold." Cassie turned around and grabbed her neck, squeezing it lightly for a second while maintaining intense eye contact.

She witnessed Mrs. Griswold quiver slightly from the excitement of being choked…

…And then let go. 'She enjoys these small shows of force to bring her arrogance down… A reminder of what our dynamic is really like behind closed doors, isn't it, Mrs. Griswold…?'

"Hm… Francesca Isabelle Moulin might be my number one fan…?"

"Number two." Cassie took offense. "IF she is not merely investigating for blackmail. And don't stop stroking me, Mrs. Griswold."

"Ah, my apologies…" She sped up her palm movements, drawing light trembling out of Cassie's body. "But you're my number one fan as a movie actress."

"I'm also your number one fan as a woman. Never think otherwise."

"I'm also YOUR number one fan as a woman, you beautiful flower …" Mrs. Griswold gave her a girly compliment while breathing sweet air against her.

"Th-thank you…" It worked.

"Then, maybe she's my number *two* fan as a woman, and number one as a porn actress?"

"That is fine, as long as you take note that you are a porn actress with *me*."

"I wouldn't have any other way." Mrs. Griswold gave her another wet kiss. "Hm… Francesca, huh…?" She stopped stroking and tightly hugged Cassie from behind, flattening her breasts against the back of her head. Mrs. Griswold was almost always naked at home, unlike Cassie, who kept her suit on at almost all times. According to Mrs. Griswold, it turned her on to see the impact her body had on Cassie's tight suit pants. "…Interesting…"

"What is it?"

"I have never cared much for female beauty, but you've converted me, Cassie… Francesca is quite beautiful, isn't she…?"

"I suppose? Visually, she reminds me of you a little."

"Hm…" Mrs. Griswold thought for a long, long time. "Make a post."

"About…?"

"A special event that only a truly wealthy person could pay for… Limited slots. Only one. A million Euros. No. Two million Euros."

"What? That sounds like far too much."

"I know. I want to see her pay and show me her true feelings. If this is all about gathering blackmail on me, there is no way she will go ahead with it."

"Are you sure? She might pay anyway…"

"No, she won't pay unless her feelings for me are truly deep."

"Why?"

"Because this will be an in-person event. We will say whoever buys that slot gets to watch you and I fuck in person with full anonymity. If she is truly enamored with me, she'll buy it and find a way to come. Two million Euros for a French noble? Please… I bet they spend that daily on overcharged baguettes."

"How creative. Isn't that a little reckless…?"

"Who cares? We only have about 4 months before Alex returns, and that'll make everything messy, so I don't want to worry about 'recklessness'."

"I'll be your ally even when he comes back, Mrs. Griswold…"

"Wonderful. Make sure to explain to him why you're hanging out with me even after he's fired you for walking around with this huuuuuge cock bulging out your pants, okay?" Mrs. Griswold giggled.

Cassie opted to ignore her sassiness and got to work.

"Make it a nice, enticing post." Mrs. Griswold resumed rubbing her wet glans with the palm of her hand – this time hard and fast, hurrying her to get on with her task.

Cassie easily understood why, already accustomed to her beloved's mannerisms: Mrs. Griswold was in dire need of a merciless pounding.

"Done. Let us see if she pays then- She just bought it. Wow. That's just-"

"Come on already… I'm sick of waiting." Mrs. Griswold immediately pulled her off the seat by the hand.

"To think something so insane just happened and you're treating it so casually…"

"More insane than the fat cock standing tall between your legs, desperate to stuff my horny womb with cum?"

"…Maybe it's just because I'm not rich, then." Cassie dropped the subject and followed Mrs. Griswold, bringing a hand to her nape to gently caress her. She loved Mrs. Griswold like no other person on the planet. That was why she loved touching her body even for simple things, like light caresses.

"You know what happens once we cross the door to my bedroom, don't you…?" Mrs. Griswold looked back with a naughty smirk.

"Yes." Her wet penis throbbed. "Do you?"

She looked at the juices running down her own legs; Her slit twitched constantly. "Yes."

Mrs. Griswold stepped in.

Cassie stepped in.

The door was closed.

And the gentle caress turned into a dominant, ruthless grip.

No more than five minutes later…

"Oooooh ! Nghoooh ! Cumming… ! Uuuungh… ! I love yoooou ! Uuuuuungh ! Slap me moooore ! Khh ! Ughn !" …Mrs. Griswold had already turned into masochistic putty.

'I must have lost my mind to have come to America for this…' Francesca entered the building, dealing with thoughts of intense disapproval at her own actions.

They did not stop her from going ahead with her decision. 'Did I truly just fork over two million Euros to that insufferable, nasty woman? To watch her having sex in person…? What's become of me…? I am a shame to my family. I must not let myself be recognized. I cannot allow Julia to see me either.' To ensure her identity remained secret, she dressed differently from her usual: No jewelry and a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans; Plus, a cap and sunglasses. 'I look like a stalker, but at least no one will know who I am. With my hair tucked into this hideous cap, even Julia would not realize who I am at first glance. Still, I'm disgusted… To think there are peasants who wear rags like these voluntarily!'

Despite purchasing the only slot available for the special event at a pricey cost, Francesca had not intended to actually appear, having only made the purchase on impulse – being caught by Julia was far too risky.

Once more information was offered to her, she changed her mind, believing that the promised anonymity was real.

That was because Francesca knew the venue that it would occur in: A special hotel where celebrities brought lovers and organized all sorts of orgies and degenerate events under the promise of full discretion.

On the outside, it looked like a normal five-star hotel. In part, it was. However, certain floors contained special rooms for all sorts of disgusting, fetishized plays.

Francesca knew all too well that the richest of people developed the most disdainful of fetishes. 'The ability to access anything with money makes one's mind too loose with basic boundaries… Look at me. I'm the same!' She believed her bisexual urges to be as mad as any other crazed fetish among aristocracy or celebrityhood.

Upon entering the hotel's lobby, she gave the receptionist the keyword and was directed to the correct floor and room; She was also given a masquerade mask with a stick – it contained jewelry and golden ornaments, looking expensive. 'It was only one slot, so I do not need this mask to conceal my identity, especially with the revolting attire I am wearing… But I'll take it anyway. Makes me feel like less of a peasant.'

Francesca took the elevator…

…Walked down the hallway…

…And coped with a painfully fast heart rate, stopping right in front of the door she was directed to. 'I know people who have used this hotel for indiscretions, and I've heard of this specific room…' She looked at the number on the door. 'It is a small rectangular room with dozens of seats for people to comfortably observe inside another room via a one-way mirror, watching whoever is inside having sex. Once I cross this door, I will see Julia Griswold having sex in person…!'

Francesca entered the room and immediately looked toward the large rectangular one-way mirror on the wall.

The sex room looked like a simple five-star hotel room, with a bathroom, balcony, mini-fridge, etc.… And a large king-size bed. On it, there was a nude blonde woman with ponytailed hair sitting at the edge, stroking her absurdly-sized hard penis with enough brutality that one might mistakenly assume she intended to yank it out of her body. Her eyes were single-mindedly focused on the one-way mirror.

'It's her bodyguard… I have no idea what her name is, but she is quite attractive with those muscles, isn't she…?' Francesca salivated and sat down, admiring the lean muscles, large height, and the masculine tool being strangled by her feminine hands. 'Look at those veins… She is jerking with remarkable aggression… No wonder Julia moans so much. How can you take that, Julia…? You must be quite the lecherous woman. Depraved… But amazing too…' Francesca's breathing sped up just from watching. 'In just a few minutes, she'll be penetrating Julia with that… I want to see…' She subtly positioned a hand on her leg and caressed it slightly, waiting for the main act to begin before starting to rub herself.

The blonde woman's masturbatory intensity was impressive. Her devotion to the act of stroking had made her full length become coated in precum; Similarly, her inner legs were tainted with streams of vaginal juices running down.

'She feels pleasure from both ends… Interesting… And her balls are substantial too, aren't they? They look even bigger and more appetizing in person… I've never bothered with ball play for my husband, but maybe I would for her…?' She unwittingly licked her lips, imagining what it would feel like to try taking the large sack into her mouth.

Francesca had barely arrived and was already dealing with sharply-increasing heat between her legs; A little more and her jeans would become smudged from the inside. "Where are you, Julia? I don't wish to wait for long. I want to see your body contorting in pleasure…!'

Then, a bizarre thing occurred: The door to Francesca's room opened.

'What-?!' Francesca raised her masquerade mask and lowered the front of her cap on pure instinct, afraid to be recognized by what she assumed must have been the hotel's help – a cleaner who was unaware that the room was being used.

After seeing the individual who entered, she WISHED that were the case.

'…You must be jesting.'

The individual walked right past Francesca and sat a couple of chairs apart from her, covering her face with her own masquerade mask. On her free arm, she carried an expensive handbag.

Unlike Francesca, the individual came dressed for the occasion, wearing a white, strapless mini-dress that barely held her huge breasts and exposed much of her robust thighs; The slightest bit of bunching could expose her genitalia, even.

…It was the same dress that the individual wore at the opera that night when they abruptly kissed Francesca.

The individual was Julia Griswold, pretending to pretend that she was hiding her identity; There was no other way to explain the snarky smile she flashed at Francesca while holding the mask up, as if her identity was not instantly revealed just by the color of her eyes or her long red hair.

"Oh! Bonjour, mademoiselle! Je ne vous ai pas vue là."

"Go fuck yourself."

"Ah, American, are we?" Julia said with a forced French accent, containing her desire to chuckle derisively.

"Is this your idea of a joke, Lady Griswold?"

"Did you laugh?" Julia dropped the accent.

"Do I look like I'm laughing?" Francesca removed her cap to deal with the heat; There was no point in hiding her hair anymore.

Though their identities were open to each other, both women kept their masks in place. Julia had a constant smirk on her lips, whereas Francesca tried to avoid grimacing purely to not give Julia the satisfaction – a task she failed at.

During her entire trip from France to the room she was presently in, Francesca had to deal with anxiety and worry over being discovered; Her actions were led by arousal and passion, not cold reason. Yet, now that she was in front of the woman she had feelings for – and thoroughly harbored aversion toward – her anxiety was gone, replaced by controlled aggression.

Francesca was nobility. In her life, she had to deal with many verbal confrontations, be it for social or political reasons. The feeling of betrayal and entrapment that she got from the present situation turned her muscle memory on, letting her act resiliently instead of nervous.

"It's a good show, isn't it? You shouldn't waste your time staring at me… Stare at Cassie instead." Julia turned her face to observe her bodyguard. "The way she strokes is so exciting… You'd think that cock would break, but it's SO hard. I bet I could hit it with a baseball bat and the bat would break instead."

"Remarkable." Francesca said sarcastically.

"I mean it. I've had that cock break my womb so many times already, so I would know… But it's okay because I cum again and again… Mnhhmm, I get excited just looking at it. I'm getting all wet. How about you? Do the French also leak plentiful juices upon seeing a delicious, fat, hard cock getting jerked hard? Or is it more of a European thing?"

Francesca looked at Cassie to avoid Julia's gaze. "I find it deplorable."

"Do you? Is that why you are our number one subscriber?"

"I merely meant to build evidence against you, considering the blackmail you have on me."

"Oh, my. And you needed to pay that much money to gather evidence…? What about those small bumps pushing your t-shirt out on your breasts? Are those part of the evidence-building…? Are those secret cameras? Or could they be your hard nipples because you secretly desire me, Francesca…?"

"You think I'd be turned on by a degenerate such as yourself?"

"Not me, then? Maybe you're turned on by my bodyguard over here…? Do you like big, hard cocks with tons of veins?"

"I happen to like them very much. Sadly, since you don't have one, I guess you cannot satisfy me, Lady Griswold." Francesca refused to lose to Julia's rhythm.

"Oh, my… Then, would you like to join us?"

"Heh?"

"Right now, wanna go in there and get railed by Cassie…?"

"You insult me…!"

"No? Ah, that's such a shame… I was hoping I'd have a chance with you."

"A chance with me? Lady Griswold, are you admitting YOU have feelings for me?"

Julia shot up from her seat and sat right beside Francesca, skipping all the chairs midway. "Yes." She lowered her mask, keeping her wide-open eyes locked with Francesca's. "I very much am attracted to you, French lady." Her face still contained its ever-present mocking smirk.

"Wha… Y-you…" Francesca stiffened up, completely disarmed by the sudden encroachment.

"Wanna do it… Just you and me…? Like two filthy lesbians?"

"H-huh…?"

Julia brought her face close and cupped Francesca's chin, staring into her eyes from an uncomfortably close distance. "…Cassie doesn't know why I brought you here. She thinks I wanted to inquire and threaten you with that photo to get you to stop stalking me with your PIs…"

'Th-they know about my PIs?!'

"…But I actually have a secondary reason."

"And… Th-that… W-would be…?" Francesca lost the ability to speak without stuttering; All her energy was devoted to controlling her anxiety-induced trembling and pounding heart rate.

"…Didn't I say it already? I wanna fuck you like a filthy lesbian."

"H-hah… Hah…" Her body's best efforts failed, leading her breathing to go heavy on its own and her face to blush in a shamefully girly way.

"So… Did you have a secondary reason for coming too… Or maybe primary?"

"Hah… H-hah… Hah…"

"If you did…" Julia moved further forward, bringing their lips almost together… And then swerved to the side, bringing them to Francesca's ear to whisper in a sweet, seductive voice. "…Maybe we could have a secret of our own."

"A… S-secret…?"

"That's right…" Julia brought a hand to Francesca's chest. "I could tell Cassie that I sorted things out with you and get her to leave… And then you and I could get that big bed over there all to ourselves."

"And… A-and then… W-we…?"

Julia slid her hand from Francesca's chest to her crotch, cupping it hard over her pants.

Right then, her jeans got smudged from the inside.

"It's a secret ."

Francesca was going to have a heart attack.

She could tell.

Her heart was pounding too fast.

…And there was too much heat rising between her legs.

If she did not take some form of action right then, she would die.

Her very existence was being threatened… Or so it felt like due to sharp anxiety.

Thus, in a moment of unfiltered instinct…

"Mnghhhhm…" …She kissed Julia.

An unabated show of submission. Francesca lost her cool first and gave in. If Julia wanted, she could pull back her offer and laugh at her right then, incinerating her pride; Worse yet, she might have been recording the whole thing to further blackmail Francesca.

Instead…

"Cassie, you can go. I'll be home a little late." …Julia called Cassie on the phone and commanded her to leave.

Her bodyguard dressed back up in her suit and left without asking questions, obedient to the point of ignoring the fact that she had not reached orgasm. The area by her knee became smudged from the inside due to endless precum leaking from her thick, wet glans.

"S-so… Wh-what are we… Going to do n-now…?"

Julia moved her hand from Francesca's crotch to inside her panties, directly rubbing her drenched slit. "We'll have our very own secret." She shoved two fingers into Francesca's pussy; Her insides coiled up right away.

"Nghhhh !" Francesca had her first-ever lesbian orgasm.

How had Francesca found herself in such a miserable, humiliating situation?

"Do all French MILFs look so gorgeous…?" Julia climbed onto the bed after removing her own clothes, crawling on top of Francesca's naked body. "…Or just the ones who love me?"

"I-I never said I loved you…!"

"No…? I guess you didn't… Oh, shucks…" Julia pouted…

"NGHHHH !" …And smacked Francesca's puffy, soaked pussy.

"You don't love me, then…?"

"Th-that's- Mnghhh !" Francesca's entire body crunched hard upon receiving another smack; She was so drenched that juices splashed all over from the impact, dirtying her inner legs and Julia's midriff.

"I'd have soooo much more fun with you if you loved me, you know…?"

"Love is a strong- Unghh !" Her body crunched again; Julia slapped harder than before, resulting in echo from the impact.

"A strong sentiment...? My bodyguard loves me. She loved me from the very first time we had sex." Julia leaned in and whispered in Francesca's ear, letting her round, heavy breasts dangle close to Francesca's hard nipples. "There's nothing embarrassing about admitting you love me in our first time fucking…"

"F-first time…?" Francesca shivered at the implication that further times could exist. "MNGHHH !" …And then spasmed upon receiving a new slap against her wet pussy.

"What, you're already thinking about next time? For someone who doesn't love me, that's a lot of imagination dedicated to me."

"Hah … Hah … H-hang on- NGHH !" Again, her body spasmed. "You can't keep smacking it like that… ! Ooooh !"

"No? But aren't you enjoying it…?"

"It's too rough…! Hah … Hah …" Francesca argued with a heaving chest, panting voice, and SOAKED pussy lips.

"Too rough…? It must be a language barrier… I haven't even started yet."

"What is that supposed to- NGHOOH ! Ooh ! Hoh ! Ungh !" Julia hit her pussy multiple times in quick succession. "Hah… ! Hah… ! That's too much…!"

"If you won't admit you love me, will you admit you're attracted to me?"

"Yes…! I'm attracted to- Oooh ! Nghooh ! Uungh ! Mnghhh !" Julia did it again; Francesca continued to shake for several seconds after the striking was done, dealing with delayed waves of pleasure and pain. "It's burning…! You're making my groin burn…! Oooooh … I'm still feeling it… ! Nghhhh … I think I'm … Ghnnn …" As shameful as it might have been to admit, Francesca was almost reaching a full-blown orgasm – far more powerful than she ever had before in her life, all drawn from cruel slapping and verbal teasing. "Why did you do it again?! I answered your question! Nghhh …"

"I never said I'd stop if you told me the truth, did I?"

"Then…! What's the point of asking me any question?!"

Julia brought her face up close to Francesca's and smiled as smugly as she could. "…Because women have more fun in bed when they're honest whores."

"Wh-who exactly is the whore here?!"

"You don't know? Let's make that the next question! Who's the whore here, Francesca?!"

"You are- Ooh ! Nhguh ! Ungh ! Mnghuh ! Haah … Haah … I'm going to … Nghhh … I'm going to …"

"…Cum?" Julia asked with a sadistic giggle.

…

"…Yes ..."

"Might it be because you're a whore…?"

"…Yes- Ughn ! Nghhh ! Ooh ! Mnghoh !" Francesca's body spasmed hard with each new strike, sometimes almost holding Julia's hand mid-air from how quickly her legs snapped shut as a result of the sharp pleasure and pain jolting through her body. Her juices splashed so wildly that some of it made it to Francesca's face and chest; The same applied to Julia. "Hah… ! Hah… ! Hah… ! Almost… ! Almost… !"

"See…? Don't you feel better being honest?"

"Hah … Hah …"

"It's our little secret… Just you and I… So you should be honest from now on, okay…? You'll cum harder if you are …"

"I'll be honest if you're honest…!"

"Hm…? What do you want to know? Ask me, ask me." Julia raised her hand slightly higher, showcasing both her excitement and the ruthless slap to come.

"D-do YOU love me?!"

"No."

"N-no?"

"No… But I don't love Cassie either and I let her use my body like a cum dumpster, so does that matter?"

"Does that mean we'll have sex again?"

"Nah-ah-ah . Your turn to answer now. Do you love me?" Julia established the rules of their game – a question for a question. "…And do you WANT to get fucked again even though we barely began this first time?" …And then broke her own rules by adding a second question.

Julia did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.

…That was exactly why Francesca loved her so much on an emotional level. "Yes…! And yes…!" She caved without hesitation, wanting to offer her feelings to the strong, dominant woman who treated the world like a playground.

And, right now, Francesca as a plaything.

"NGHHHOOOOH !" What better way to describe herself when receiving flurries of merciless slaps that descended on her sensitive, fervent, dripping pussy lips?

"UUUUUUNGH !" Francesca had quickly become Julia's lesbian plaything.

"OOOOOOOOH !" …And she had no problems with that.

"MNHGUUUUH !" The present outcome was much, much more favorable than she could have ever imagined.

"GHNNNMMMM !" Instead of watching like a perverted voyeur on the other side of the screen, fantasizing about her desires while trying to suppress them out of some birth-given sense of pride…

"HOOOOOOOOH !" …Francesca got to cum like a braindead whore, getting her pussy mauled by the woman she loved.

Not just that: She got to have the first squirting orgasm of her life – during sex, at least. She had already had some purely from masturbating to Julia's videos.

"Look at this beautiful fountain…! Isn't it glorious?!" Julia grinned watching the barrage of pussy juices flying out of Francesca's hole straight onto the palm of her hand, continuing to slap through them.

"Nghuuuuuuuuuh !"

"Is this what Cassie feels when she sees me cumming and contorting?! I love it…! Making horny sluts cum their brains out by treating them like pieces of meat is the best feeling…! You look just like I do when she stretches the fuck out of my womb…!"

"Uuuuuuuuungh !"

"Hey, say it again…! Tell me you love me again…!"

"I love yooooou ! Oooooooh !"

"Aaaaah, you put so much effort too…! I didn't even know I liked dominating needy bitches like you, and now I think I'm addicted to it! And we barely began! Sorry if I can't help myself, okay?"

"Nghoooooooooh !"

"Ah, what am I apologizing for…? I'm just gonna maul this wet hole without a care, okay?" Julia leaned forward and kissed Francesca, shoving her tongue into her agape mouth.

"Mnghhhhhmmm ! Nghhhhmmm !" Francesca barely realized what was happening by the time her tongue was intertwined with Julia's, rubbing together outside their mouths while her hips raised themselves into the air to shoot more and more squirt out.

"Ghnnnnnnmmm ! Mnghhhhhhh !" There was no end to it…

"Uuuuuughnnmmmm ! Nghhhhhmmmm !" Francesca kept squirting and squirting…

"Mnhghhhhhhhh ! Ghhhnnnnnnn !" Because Julia kept slapping and slapping…

For the longest time, they remained like that, making out so sloppily that the sounds of their wet kissing could be heard past Francesca's guttural, animalistic groaning and moaning.

It did not take long for Francesca's body to become coated in a thick layer of sweat. Cumming continuously for several minutes with dense female ejaculation hosing out of her body had a massive impact on her sanity and stamina.

By the time she was finally done orgasming, her body was a twitching puddle of sweat and sex juice – much of it splashed onto her via accidental deflection by Julia's hand. "Hah … Hah … Nghhhhh … Hah …" Her tongue dangled out of her mouth as her eyes struggled to avoid going fully unfocused, exhausted.

"That was a delight to witness…" Julia licked her wet fingers while keeping her gaze glued to Francesca's face, basking in her expression of physical drain. "Were you always this fun? I remember you being more stuck-up than that."

"Guuuh … Uuuughn …"

"Ah, but I guess we all sort of let loose when we're with the person we love, don't we…? Does that mean I love Cassie…?"

"Mnghhuuuh … Ghhhhhh …"

"I let QUITE loose when I'm with her. You know, don't you…?" Julia slowly brought a hand toward Francesca's throbbing, leaking pussy lips and kept it there, gently pressing it with her soaked palm. "…You've abused this slutty hole many times watching her wreck me, didn't you…?"

"Gghnnn… ! Nghhhh… !" Just feeling the soft pressure of Julia's palm was enough to make Francesca's body spasm repeatedly, almost reaching a grand climax again. 'I'm losing it… ! My heart's going to leave my chest… ! My pussy's on fire… ! I can't even think straaaaaight…!'

"Hm… So if I let loose with you right now…" Julia brought her mouth to Francesca's ear and whispered in a sweet voice. "…Does that mean I also love you but haven't realized it…?"

"H-huh…? Ghnnnnnn …" Julia's sweet breath almost made her cum on emotional pleasure alone. 'L-love me…? If Julia Griswold lets loose against me even more than she already is… It will mean she loves me back?!'

"Hey… Francesca…" Julia went out of her way to blow breath between words. "…Should I let loose? Should I treat your slutty little pussy like Cassie treats mine…? …I don't have a big fat cock… But I have a girly hand and a loooot of lust for you… So, should I? Should I let loose?"

"Yes…!"

"Excuse me…? Can you say a little louder…?"

"Yes! Please, let loose against my pussy! T-treat it exactly like your barbarian of a bodyguard treats yours- OOOOOOOOOOH !!"

"No insulting my dear Cassie, okay?"

"I'M SORRY- OOH ! NGHOH ! MNGHUH ! SORRY! SORRY!"

"Oh, don't mind me! I'm not striking it so hard because I'm offended or anything." Julia backed away from Francesca, straightened her own posture, and grabbed Francesca's neck to pin her against the bed – though without any significant strangling. "…I'm just letting loose. Do your best not to lose your shit."

That was a large ask.

…Because Francesca had already lost it.

"HOH ! NGHOH ! UNGH ! MNGH !" She lost all control of her body and voice, entering a psychotic state of wailing in painful pleasure while trying to crunch due to aggressive abdominal spasms.

"NGHH ! OOOH ! UNGH ! GHNN !" The only thing keeping her from doing an involuntary sit-up was Julia's hand pinning her against the bed; Her lower body had far more freedom, though, thrashing about wildly between violent spurts of pussy juice firing out of her hole.

"UNGH ! NGHOH ! GHNN ! HOH !" Soon, her hands and toes curled severely, moved by a powerful orgasmic convulsion taking hold of her body.

"OH ! HOH ! NGHOH ! GHN ! MNGH !" No matter how much Francesca wailed, spasmed, or squirted, Julia kept slapping her pussy like it was nothing more than a punching bag.

Most people were unlikely to be able to sustain that level of cruelty or sadism for such a long period of time.

Not Julia Griswold.

She simply did not care enough to consider slowing down. "Go ahead, mademoiselle! You can do it! Keep cumming all over my hand! Be my masochistic little plaything, okay?! Orgasm while getting slapped like a whore…! Keep showing me that delightful face…! You might make me fall in love with you if you do!

"GHNNN ! MNGHHH ! NGHHHHHNNNN… !" With twitching eyes. clenched teeth, and drooling lips, Francesca's upper body curled up so strongly that it overpowered Julia's hand on her neck, convulsing in place as her torso formed a 45º angle with the bed, shooting female ejaculate all the way to the other side of the room – much of it ended up splashing back at Francesca's face due to more unintentional deflection by Julia as she kept brutally slapping through the barrages.

It was too much.

Even her body understood that.

That was why her legs frenziedly shut together, clamping around Julia's arm and hand as if trying to squeeze it to death.

"Oh, these are nice, fat legs, Francesca! Are you trying to crush my hand…?" Julia did not try to pull her arm and hand free; Instead, she just applied more of her body weight to the hand on Francesca's neck, pinning her back down onto the sheets. "Or is this your form of hugging me? Since you love me, it must be, right? How cute… ! Do you also hug your husband's hips like this when you're having pity sex with him?"

"Nghhhhhh ! S-slow doooown… ! I-I can't keep… ! Going… ! That hard… !" She continued to quiver and spasm, pumping squirting juice onto her own inner thighs due to the psychotic clench imposed by her thighs. "Oooooooh …"

"No slowing down. I have to reeeeally let loose to know if I love you or not. And I wouldn't want to disappoint this cute woman who loves me either. Let's make your body remember me for life, alright?" Julia moved her restrained fingers within Francesca's tight leg hold…

"Oooooooh ! Wh-what are you- Mnghuuuuuh… !" …And inserted three of them into her soggy slit. "W-wait…! Wait, wait…! I still haven't stopped cumming-"

"And why should you stop?"

"B-but-"

"Hey, Francesca… From middle-aged whore to middle-aged whore… It's more fun when the other person just keeps going ." With a grin of pure sadism – and enthusiasm – Julia hooked her fingers against the upper flesh of Francesca's pussy walls and directly touched her G-spot.

"UUUUNGH ! Ooooh ! Nghoooh ! Cumming, cumming, cummiiiing ! It's going to burn uuuup ! Mnhguuuuuh ! My insides are burning uuuup ! Hoooooooh !" …And then started moving them back and forth without an ounce of restraint.

"Come on, Francesca, show me how hard you can cum! I can feel your insides trying to cut my fingers off by clamping down. There's no need to hide your cute hole by squeezing your legs like this… We're both whores!"

"Nghuuuuuuh ! I'm not doing it on purpoooose ! Oooooooh !" Francesca could barely hold a coherent thought, much less apply that much force to her legs on her own will; Her lower body was fighting on its own. There was a good chance that if Julia gave her an extended break, she would simply pass out from exhaustion.

She had never orgasmed even remotely close to as hard or as frequently as she was now. The pleasure she felt from having her genitalia mauled on the outside by ruthless slaps, and overstimulated on the inside by careless fingering was the most pleasureful experience of her life.

And looking at Julia's face of satisfaction at seeing her reactions was the happiest experience of her life.

She wanted it to keep going, even if her body could barely take it anymore, fighting for a break.

At that moment, she was thankful for Julia's characteristic carefreeness. There was no way she would let Francesca go until she was thoroughly satisfied playing with her body. She did not have to worry about her body accidentally encouraging Julia to stop; The woman would just keep going.

"Let me help you then…" Julia let go of her neck and pulled her fingers out of her hole – sloppily enough that another orgasm hit her during the process. "Let's open you right uuuup…" She brought both hands to Francesca's knees and used all her strength to pry them open.

It took a moment of struggle. Still stuck in orgasm and quivering without pause, Francesca's legs were virtually glued together. Her body was covered in sweat, her inner legs were coated in love juices, and her breathing was as ragged as it could be. 'My nipples are burning too…! I'm lucky she hasn't been playing with them…! Or I'd lose it completely…! Ghnnnn … Still cummiiiiing… !'

Eventually, Julia won the struggle, prying her legs wide open despite their unhinged attempts at shutting down.

Then, to ensure they could never close again, Julia shoved her own lower body against Francesca's in a scissoring position.

Even in Francesca's state of crazed cumming, she understood the implication of Julia's positioning against her body. "A-are you-"

"I'm going to grind your pussy into dust, sweetheart ."

"O-oh, God… Oh, God …" Francesca was struck by a wave of renewed anxiety and excitement. 'Julia Griswold is going to ride me…! I'm going to feel Julia Griswold's pussy rubbing against mine…! Yes, yes, yes…!' Nothing better could happen as far as Francesca was concerned. That position was the ultimate execution of the act of lesbian lovemaking, which she had never been able to experience.

She would finally get to experience it, and with the woman she passionately desired on an emotional and physical level.

And all throughout that internal spiral of fiery emotions…

"Nghhhh … Ghnnnnn …" Francesca still spasmed from light orgasms – some intense enough to gush small volumes of love juices against Julia's crotch.

"There's just a catch, okay…?" Julia leaned forward until her nipples dangled right by Francesca's, threatening to rub them together with less than an inch more of leaning.

"What… Mnghhh … C-catch…?" Francesca tried to maintain her sanity against the marvelous feeling of Julia's wet slit resting against hers. 'It feels so hot…! She's wet too…! I'm in love…! Just rub it, rub it, rub iiiit… !'

"I think lesbian sex is quite a bore due to the lack of a biiiiiig, faaaaat cock in the middle…" Julia inserted a finger inside Francesca's mouth and hooked her cheek slightly to the side purely to assert control over her. "…So you'll have to make all sorts of funny faces for me to really enjoy it."

Julia did not wait for Francesca to offer a verbal response.

Her body already spoke on its own…

"Mgnhhhh ! Ghhhhnnn !" …By launching a single barrage of pussy juice against Julia's crotch purely due to the mental stimulation provided by the teasing.

Francesca was Julia's plaything. Both women knew that by that point. Julia was just messing with her.

…And Francesca was happy about it, feeling small before Julia. They had the same height and similar statures; Yet, there was no doubt that Francesca was a tiny little girl before Julia.

"Ooooooh …" That realization made her launch another barrage of pussy juice against Julia's crotch.

Julia did not tease her further.

Instead, she fully leaned forward – flattening her large, round, sweaty breasts against Francesca's – and connected lips with her, once more taking control of her mouth with her tongue and skillful kissing.

After that…

"Mnghhhhmmmm… ! Nghhhhmmm… !" …They made love while making out.

Or did they have rough lesbian sex, grinding their pussies together until it felt like they would catch on fire?

Francesca did not have that response because there was no difference to her. She was being erotically and romantically crushed under Julia's thick, curvy body, basking in the blissful sensation of having her slit melting in pleasure at the same time as her nipples ached ecstatically from the attrition caused by Julia's movements; Even her breasts felt good, smashed into pancaked by the woman topping her.

"Ghhnnnnnmmm… ! Mnghhhhhhhh… !" As far as she cared, that was true lovemaking; Or, at the very least, she felt loved.

Did Julia feel the same way?

Francesca could not know…

"Uuuuuungh … Nghhhhhhh …" …But hoped that it was the case based on the moans coming out of her mouth.

Julia kept her smashed against the bed while resting her elbows beside her head, compressing her in an intimate, aggressive mating press.

Their genitals were so drenched that their groans quickly became muffled amidst the sounds of constant, intense squelching.

Francesca would have been happy to remain like that for the rest of her life.

Sweating;

Kissing;

Shaking;

Hugging Julia;

Feeling her nipples ache;

And cumming and cumming;

Alas, fate was not like that. Julia broke their kiss apart and made a grand announcement with a ragged voice. "I'm gonna cum… !"

Time slowed down for Francesca. Julia's announcement was something incredibly normal and basic for what they were doing.

And yet, she was flabbergasted anyway.

Julia Griswold was about to orgasm due to rubbing against her pussy.

Julia Griswold was about to achieve climax by using her body.

Julia Griswold was about to cum WITH her.

For a quick second, Francesca thought that was the best sensation in the entire world.

Then, she took a good look at Julia's face and realized she was wrong.

Observing Julia's expression of ecstasy was BY FAR the best sensation in the entire world.

The dominant, carefree redhead was gritting while struggling to keep her eyes focused on Francesca, blushing slightly; The sweat on her upper body had ramped up substantially, and her nipples had somehow managed to grow even harder.

She truly was about to climax hard.

There was just one problem: Julia's hips were losing rhythm. The orgasm welling up on the verge of explosion made it hard for her to maintain a steady rhythm of grinding.

She would climax anyway, but not as hard as she could…

…Unless Francesca did something! Julia deserved to have a full-on hard orgasm; Not just because Francesca wanted to see her face contort in mad pleasure, but out of genuine love.

But what could Francesca do? She was simply Julia's plaything, dominated by her.

…

'I don't care…!'

"Wha-?!"

With a rush of adrenaline unknown to her until that moment, Francesca threw Julia to the side and reversed their positions, topping her.

…And then ground against her pussy like a maniac. "Mgnhhhhhh ! F-Francesca?! Oooooooh… !"

"Go ahead! Cum! Cum! Cum as hard as you want… !" Francesca imitated Julia's prior technique, smashing her by resting her full body weight on top of her until their breasts were flattened together, and resting her elbows beside her head. "Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum… ! Mnghhmmmmmm… !" Without thinking straight, she shoved her mouth against Julia and tried to dominate her tongue the same way that Julia had been dominating hers before.

That part failed; Julia easily controlled their kiss…

…But she ground her hips maniacally as if she were in control anyway.

Francesca had been cumming practically nonstop for several minutes now; If Julia had trouble maintaining a steady rhythm of hip-swaying, Francesca should have been fully unable, repeatedly switching between aggressive spasms or full-on gushes of pussy juice.

However, she was able to grind, and much faster and harder than Julia too.

How did Francesca achieve that feat?

'I want her to cum the best… ! I want to see her smile… ! I want to see her face contort… ! I want her to know that I love her… ! I want her to feel good… ! I want her to want me… ! I want to fuck her again after today… !' By being stuck in a romantic, lustful frenzy.

"Mnghhhhh… ! Unghhhmmm… !" Julia groaned, still moving her hips somewhat, despite the pressure of Francesca's body on top of her.

…And then…

'She's… Cumming?! Julia Griswold is cumming…! Sh-she's… Squirting into my hole?!' Shocked by the sudden sensation of hot, sticky fluids bombarding her inner walls, Francesca backed away from the kiss and raised her torso until she could look at their crotches.

"Ooooooh ! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck ! Uuuuuungh !" Julia was, indeed, squirting so hard and steadily that much of her hosing fired directly into Francesca's pussy lips – they had been throbbing and twitching so much that the tiniest of gapes made for a unique penetrative opportunity for Julia's love juices.

She was being unexpectedly 'creampied' by the woman she adored.

Seeing that made Francesca's mind go haywire, staring silently with wide-open eyes, forgetting to blink and even breathe. '…It's amazing… Ah …'

Meanwhile… "Ooooooh ! Hooooh ! Nghuuuuuh !" …Julia flailed about on the bed, with her body involuntarily switching between sharp arching and aggressive crunching due to the pumps of sex juices being fired out of her in an orgasmic frenzy.

Soon, Francesca herself entered an orgasmic frenzy, firing sex juices even more aggressively than Julia.

Even so, she did not spasm, thrash, or even move. She just silently watched the woman of her dreams cum her brains out and accidentally fill her with small volumes of female cream; Whatever failed to get inside her turned into coating for her lower midriff, crotch, and inner legs.

Julia's face looked eerily similar to the expression of raw euphoria that she made whenever getting ragdolled by Cassie and her gigantic penis.

Was it the same face? Had Francesca made Julia feel equally good, even though Julia did not have an inkling for lesbian sex? Or was she being optimistic and delusional?

Francesca did not know, but that was the last thing she saw before her mind snapped from excessive happiness and pleasure.

The next time she took note of reality, she was back at the bottom, and Julia was back on top riding her into orgasm after orgasm.

"Oooooh… ! Hooooh… ! Nhghooooh… !"

Regardless, that was not a problem.

After all…

"Uuuuuungh… ! Mnghhuuuh… ! Mnghooooh… !" …Julia was moaning as hard as her.

'Isn't she the cutest thing for such a horny woman…?' Julia smirked while caressing the hair of the sleeping Francesca hugging her side. 'I had no idea women could moan like that. Are all French aristocrats so loud?'

After another hour of frantic pussy-grinding and a couple more rounds of fierce pussy-slapping, Francesca was down for the count. 'Well, I think she was down way before that but didn't want to displease me, so she kept going… Not that I would have stopped anyway. It was quite fun making her cum, wasn't it…? I got a few good ones there too…'

Julia examined her own upper body. 'I'm soaked in sex juices and sweat… Look at these nipples. If Cassie were here, she would be pinching and biting like a psychopath… And drilling me even if I couldn't keep going anymore. What sounds would Francesca make if she were getting screwed by Cassie…? Hm… What sounds would Francesca make if I fucked her again…? She's soaked too, and look at her wet hole… That thing is twitching. I bet if I give it a little flick, she'll start seizing again.' Thinking about the prospect of dominating Francesca even more aggressively wound up turning Julia on further, making her own slit twitch and burn. 'Hah … What have I become? A woman who enjoys lesbian sex? Isn't that just pathetic? I blame you, okay, Alex? Maybe if you were a better husband and didn't go out fucking those useless, empty-minded sluts, I wouldn't be out here cheating on you. You better be having less fun than me…'

…

'What am I going to do…? Look at what you did to me, Cassie… You stirred my insides with your big dick and now I feel attraction to women too… I don't want to go back to being a bored trophy wife, but I also don't have the willpower to divorce Alex…'

What exactly was so difficult about divorcing a man who treated her like nothing?

'Is it the money…? Alex is going to lawyer up like crazy, and he is much better suited at this crap than I am. I'm just an actress who gave up her career too early for nothing… Hah! That's what I'll tell the judge.'

…

It was not the money.

…But Julia did not know what it was either.

'I can't do it… So would you do me a favor and divorce me instead, Alex? You've condemned me to a life of boredom inside your restrictive cage of bodyguards and employees, so do me a solid this one time, okay? I await the divorce papers. You take the Lamborghinis and Ferraris. I take the house. Signed, your dear Julia. Oh, a footnote: If you refuse to divorce me, at least extend your trip indefinitely, would you? It'll be hard to mess around when you come back, so don't be a party pooper.'

Satisfied with her mental letter, Julia closed her eyes and ventured off to-

"Hm…?" She felt a hand rubbing her flat, soaked stomach. "Up already?"

"H-how are you…?" Francesca supported herself on her free elbow and brought her face close to Julia's, looking into her eyes with the cutest gaze she had ever seen. "D-did it feel good…?"

Julia was not cruel and prided herself in having tremendous emotional self-control – which she chose to rarely exert out of a simple lack of care for rules. Nonetheless, at that moment, she failed to gut in her desire to laugh at Francesca's face, stifling it in such a blatant way that she made the raven-haired woman blush hard in shame.

"Y-you…!"

"How am I supposed to react when you make such a cute face? I AM human, you know…?" She licked Francesca's face as a show of apology. "Mhm. My juices taste great."

It worked far better than it should have; The French woman was more madly in love with her than she could have expected.

Not just that… "Just tell me if it felt good…!" …She was desperate for Julia's approval and attention.

"Can't you tell by yourself…?" She took Francesca's hand and made her grab her breasts.

Her nipples were still erect and sensitive, resulting in a soft gasp escaping her mouth once Francesca touched them.

"G-good… I felt good too …" Francesca failed to hide the dumb smile on her face as she realized Julia was pleased with her performance.

"You don't think I know that…?" Julia extended a hand all the way down to Francesca's slit, softly cupping it; This mere act made the woman's eyes twitch and her body spasm for a millisecond. "Based on the sounds you were making and the way you were shaking, it was either that or you were dying."

"H-hahah… I guess…" Francesca played with her hair and averted her gaze, embarrassed.

The contrast between her usual demeanor and the present cuteness was almost unbelievable to Julia. 'Like Cassie too, right…? But I guess in a different way…'

Cassie was a stoic, honor-bound woman whose face or voice rarely cracked. One only had to look at her face to know that she was serious to a fault and had a strong sense of justice.

…But when alone with Julia, she turned into a ruthless pussy-breaker who did not care one bit about the indiscretion of cheating, nor did she know how to stop until she had fully emptied her balls, grunting like a savage.

Meanwhile, Francesca was a rigid, powerful woman who sucked the air of any room she was in and refused to bend in the slightest to accommodate transgressors of proper manners. Julia only ever had to speak with her once to know she was highly judgmental and disciplined.

…But when alone with Julia, she secretly turned into a submissive, timid little girl who did not care about being sexually degraded; Further than that, she could not be happy until she knew she pleased Julia, willing to ask cute questions and cuddle with her.

'Cassie is dominant and Francesca is submissive? Is that it? Am I in the middle, then? Does that mean Francesca could be a fun ally to have around too…? Ah, but Cassie wouldn't like sharing… And neither would Francesca, would she…?' She examined Francesca's blushing face again.

There was a chance she WOULD accept sharing… But Cassie definitely would not. 'That is why I lied to Cassie about what I intended to do with Francesca. She does not know what we're doing right now. But who is to say I can trust Francesca either? I don't see any reason to assume such a thing- Hm…? What is she doing…?'

Francesca started crawling down Julia's body with kisses from her chest to her stomach, to her crotch… And then stopping right by her pussy, breathing heavily.

"What are you doing…?"

"I'm going to eat you right up…" She announced timidly.

…And then she shoved her mouth against Julia's slit, slowly and passionately lapping her up.

"Mnhhmm …" That voluntary, unsolicited show of devotion struck a chord with Julia. 'Look at her… She's not even looking at my face.' Francesca was looking directly down with half-closed eyes. 'This woman is so attracted to me that the act of eating my pussy is enjoyable to her? I could never imagine myself doing it. She looks so relaxed… Ah, that's so cute… !'

There was no way Julia could let a woman like Francesca pass up.

Thus, she raised her legs, gently rested them on top of Francesca's shoulders, and spoke in the sweetest voice that she could with an uninvited grin on her face. "…Wanna have another secret?"

A continuous one this time.

One that even Cassie did not need to know about.

"Nghhhh… !"

"Nghhh ! Ghnn ! Mnghh ! Oooh, fuck, fuck… ! You're really fucking eager today… ! Ooooooooh… !" Mrs. Griswold trembled and moaned underneath Cassie on the bed. "Fuuuuuuuck… ! I'm gonna let another big one oooout… ! Ooooooh… !"

"Good luck with that, because I'm about to pump one in you too, Mrs. Griswold…! Khhhh…!" Cassie aggressively slammed her hips down while using her fists on the bed as support, brutally flattening Mrs. Griswold's round, bubble ass in a prone bone position; They had been doing it for an hour already, and the area between their crotches was already a puddle of sweat and sex juices from Cassie's ejaculations and Julia's squirts.

"Oh, God, yes, please… ! Fill me up… ! I can take a 3rd shot… ! Oooooooh… !" Mrs. Griswold dug her face into the pillow, sank her fingers into the sheets, and wailed until her voice was hoarse. "Nghuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh … Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh …"

"Come back here…!" Cassie removed a fist from the bed and pulled on Julia's hair until her face was exposed, bending her neck backward until they were forced to maintain eye contact – Cassie from above and Julia from below, as they both liked it. "You know I like looking into your face when I'm shooting cum inside you, you slut…!"

"Guuuuuuuuh… ! You degenerate… ! Beautiful… ! Girl… ! Ooooooooh… !" She grunted and moaned past clenched teeth and rolled-up eyes. "It's too big… ! It's pulsating too much… ! Hooooooooh… !"

"I already told you…! Ghhnnnn…!" Cassie's ejaculation began, leading her thrusts to lose rhythm; Whenever that happened, she preferred to just bottom out and wait it out until she had more control of her hips. "You're the one…! Clamping down…! Khhhhn…! It's too tight this time…! Your womb is desperate…!"

"Uuuuuuungh… ! Guuuuuuuuh… !" Mrs. Griswold's face slowly contorted into one of questionable consciousness, fighting to not pass out as her insides fervently tried to fire squirt at the same time as Cassie ruthlessly probed the back of her womb with her semen-pumping monster cock.

It was a tug-of-war that happened with remarkable frequency.

Cassie always won, and Mrs. Griswold nearly always spasmed and quivered to the point of needing a slight break afterward, sulking on the bed without any ability to move her body due to excruciating physical strain. Due to aggressive contractions all over her body, some of her muscles even popped out with veins.

"Guuuuh … That was a big one … I'm still cumming … Nhghh … Hah … Hah …" The present moment was no different; Cassie's beloved idol was left panting on the bed with enormous volumes of semen leaking out of her gaping pussy; The squirt that failed to shoot out before was now mixed with Cassie's rich, slimy cum, forming a concoction that reeked of hardcore, pussy-breaking sex. "Too bad we didn't film it… Hah … Hah … Nghhh … Shit, I swear to God, I can still feel your dick inside me… Mnghhh … You pumped out so much that I'm feeling bloated…!"

"It's your fault, Mrs. Griswold. Your womb was clenching a lot when I tried to pull out, so it milked every possible drop." Cassie walked around the bed and dangled her soaked cock in front of Mrs. Griswold's face. "I hope you are aware that I won't be letting you leave this room until you've licked my cock clean. If you can't, I'll gladly use your throat to do it myself, as you so much enjoyed last time… Bimbo." She descended a hand at full force on her boss's ass, adding yet another slap mark to its plump mass.

"Nhghhh ! Fuck, fuck, wait… ! Oooooh … I'm cumming again now… ! Ghhhhhh …" The impact had been such that the vibration sent throughout her lower body resulted in just enough stimulation for another full-blown squirting orgasm – a brief one, but a full one nonetheless, spreading more cum throughout the sheets. "Hah … Hah … I love this feeling of hot spunk inside me … It's swimming all over… ! Nghhhh …

"When can I expect to have my cock cleaned, Mrs. Griswold?" She gently grabbed Mrs. Griswold's hair and rubbed her semen-coated glans against her lips. "Should I start fucking your face now? If I get carried away, I might continue until I produce multiple cumshots inside your mouth. That will make it harder to clean for you…"

"Hard to clean…? Hah … A lovely, beautiful cock like yours…? Hah … That sounds unlikely… Hah … I'm just catching my breath…"

"Really…? That's good to know. I was worried that you were getting too used to soft lesbian sex with your French lady and forgetting how to act around my dick."

"…Hoh…?" Julia sat up straight onto the bed, arrogantly smirking at Cassie as if she were in a position of power – a comical perspective when considering she looked like a whore that had just gotten ravaged stupid. "…You know?"

"Isn't it obvious? Did you really think I wouldn't realize what you were up to when you told me to leave that hotel alone one month ago? I see you clutching your phone to read your private messages and telling me to leave you out on your own far too often for it to not be obvious. Plus, she remains subscribed to our Onlyfans. If you had dealt with her, I'd assume she'd leave."

"Ah, I see… So you're jealous…?"

"Yes, I am. And angry too."

Julia raised her eyebrows, surprised. "I expected you to say 'no'."

"But I am jealous and angry. Haven't I told you that I loved you? To know you're dedicating part of your time to having sex with that woman is bound to make me jealous. And the fact you lied to me makes me angry. I have worked hard to deceive your husband, so I expected more honesty. Our video-filming frequency has decayed too."

"Hm…" Julia smiled and grabbed Cassie's cock, stroking it while looking directly into her eyes, waiting for her to go on.

Cassie maintained her stoic gaze while voicing her complaints. "I said I would be your ally no matter what, and I also said that I would help cover your indiscretions if you desired to cheat with other men, remember?"

"I do remember. So it's fine then? Is that what you're telling me?"

"No. I am telling you that I've changed my mind. Since you've decided to go behind my back, I am no longer open to that. I wish to own you, Mrs. Griswold." Though there was no change to Cassie's voice tone, there was tremendous pressure behind her voice.

As there should be; Mrs. Griswold was more than aware of the fury that Cassie could unleash when desired. The redness on her inner legs and aching inside her pussy walls were proof of that.

"Cassie, you are too matter-of-factly." She laughed.

"That, I am." Cassie left little room for Mrs. Griswold to argue.

It was an implicit ultimatum. Calm and rational as she was, Cassie had strong feelings for Mrs. Griswold, wanting her all to herself. 'It infuriates me that I've been sharing her in the first place. I should have brought this up sooner, but I expected her to tell me on her own. It hurts that she hid it from me…' She saw herself as the biggest ally in Mrs. Griswold's life. 'Earlier today, she wouldn't get off her phone. She looked annoyed and upset, but since she didn't tell me what it was, it must have been Lady Moulin pestering her…'

"Then… Why don't you stop sharing me?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Julia grinned and stared straight into Cassie's eyes with malice in her eyes. "…Own both of us."

"Ah." Her cock throbbed. "That would make cleaning my dick far easier for you, wouldn't it?"

"I'm so self-serving, aren't I?"

"Too much, Mrs. Griswold. For now, though, Lady Moulin isn't here, so…" Cassie used her overwhelming muscles and strength to raise Julia in the air and shift her around, dropping her on the bed in such a way that her head hung off the edge, facing up right below her erect, drenched cock. "…You'll have to clean it up all on your own."

"Fuck … You're gonna impale my throat…? In this position, you might break my neck with how hard you are…!"

"I very much doubt it, Mrs. Griswold. Haven't we learned you're a professional cock gobbler by now?" Cassie raised her cock and released it, letting its tip smack Julia on the lips, splashing and smearing semen all over her face. "Ah, but before we begin…" She walked out of the room and returned a moment later with their usual videocamera. "We need an apology for our Onlyfans, do we not?"

"I suppose we do …" Mrs. Griswold trembled, anticipating the sexual fury that Cassie would soon unleash on her.

It was a sign of their good chemistry; Cassie was very much enthusiastic about the exact same thing. 'I might have accepted her proposal, but I do have a lot of pent-up anger, so…' She turned the camera on and looked straight at it while aligning her penis with Mrs. Griswold's mouth. "Tell them."

"Everyone! I've been a bad girl and hid something from my wonderful hung babe here! That's why we haven't put many videos up recently. Please watch as I apologize by using my throat, okay?"

"Very good." Cassie lunged all the way into Mrs. Griswold's throat as if it were the most nonchalant thing ever, disregarding the horrific gurgles and gags that came with the deep insertion.

"Ghluuuuuuurgh!!!! Bhluuuuuuurgh!!!" A massive bulge instantly popped on Mrs. Griswold's neck, and her hands instinctively tried to push Cassie back by the legs; A futile effort, since she had no intention of taking it easy on her beloved. Not just that, but Cassie had become thoroughly aware of how long her boss could handle her cock obstructing her breathing before passing out.

It would be an extreme video to make up for her deceit.

Cassie turned to face the camera again. "By the way-

"Bhluuuuuurgh!! Ghluuuuuurgh!!"

"Shh… I'm talking to our subscribers." Cassie grabbed Mrs. Griswold's neck and applied just enough force to silence her gurgling for a moment. "By the way, we'll have a new friend joining us on videos soon." She pulled her hips back, leaving just the tip inside…

…Grimaced at the camera…

"Shore up on your French."

…And rammed in, burying her balls against Mrs. Griswold's forehead and eyes.

"GLUUUUUUUUURGH !!!" Mrs. Griswold came.

"I expected you two to come dressed in something a little more discreet." Francesca was disappointed by seeing Julia and her bodyguard arriving in attires that easily caught the eye of those around them.

Cassie wore her usual suit…

…And Julia wore the same goddamn white dress again, with a pearl necklace to look even richer.

"What's the point of meeting up in a random diner if you'll come dressed like that?!"

Julia sat on the other side of the table, taking the seat by the window to stay right in front of Francesca, smirking. For some reason, she pulled her phone and rested it on the table to keep an eye out for something.

Cassie sat beside Francesca, inching so close to her that she was pressed against the window. "I believe we look far more inconspicuous than you dressed like you're about to steal someone's child from the park." She calmly stared at Francesca and removed the cap off her head, putting it on the table. "Nice hair."

"Tch…! What is this? You're trying to assert some form of disrespectful authority against me?"

"Yes." Cassie said with an expressionless face.

…It worked. Somehow, even though they were both the same height – all three women were 6'0 – it felt like Cassie was significantly taller than her. In terms of muscle mass, though, she was objectively bigger.

As if sensing the weakness in her heart, Cassie brought a hand to Francesca's lap and squeezed on her thigh. Then, she looked straight at Julia. "Mrs. Griswold, her legs might be thicker than yours. Too bad she's dressed like a perverted stalker. If she were wearing a sexy dress like you, I could get a better feel for her legs.

"You're breaking my heart, Cassie." Julia chuckled, glancing at her phone every now and then.

"That was not my intention. I merely mean to say that I'll have a lot of fun with this one…" She stared at Francesca again.

"Wh-what is this nonsense? Are you trying to scare me, you impudent little girl?"

"No. I'm giving you a heads-up." She moved her hands further up into Francesca's inner legs, directly poking her crotch. "Your 'higher than thou' demeanor means nothing once my cock's out, got it?"

"Hah…! What a pest… Is this the woman you enjoy letting penetrate you, Lady Griswold? What a shame…" She scoffed at Cassie, fully closed off to the idea of showing an ounce of submission to anyone but Julia – and only in private. "I will let you enter my body merely to make Lady Griswold happy, 'got it'?"

"She's so romantic." Julia chuckled again. "She tells me she loves me each time we fuck, did you know, Cassie? It's cute."

"Does she now? But you only say 'I love you' to me, don't you, Mrs. Griswold?"

"Hah! Don't you come at me with that sort of brash talk. I know she doesn't say that to you." Francesca held her ground.

"Why? Because you watch all our videos…?" Cassie inched even closer to Francesca, smashing her against the window and bringing an arm over her shoulders; The side of her large breasts squished against Francesca's body. "…Like a horny creep?"

"Khh…! You brute, move a little to the side…!"

"We fuck a LOT off-video too." Cassie brought her face right beside Francesca's, breathing on her cheek in a freakishly intimating way; Coupled with her large build, the calm stability in her voice made her even scarier. "When you're not looking, she's screaming that she loves me behind closed doors."

"Ghh…! As if I would believe that nonsense…!"

"Well, it might be true." Julia chuckled. "When we women get really overwhelmed from being manhandled and cumming too much, we say all sorts of weird things, don't we, Francesca…?"

"That's…!"

"It's okay. You'll be 'loving' me soon too." Cassie grabbed Francesca's hand and put it on her own pants.

Not by her crotch; By her knee.

There, Francesca felt her bulge. It was far longer and fatter than she expected.

'I saw these in videos, and I saw them through the mirror that day… B-but… Touching it is entirely different…!'

Without thinking, she slowly moved her hand up Cassie's leg, reaching all the way to her crotch.

…It was a trip that took far more seconds than it should have, but not only because Francesca moved her hand slowly; The penis was simply that long. She looked straight at Cassie's face, failing to hide her shock.

All Cassie did was stare at her with an aloof expression.

…And then the bulge throbbed.

'This thing… Is going inside me…?!' Her mind immediately thought back to the video posted yesterday on the Onlyfans page. Francesca did not have to think long to realize it was a provocation aimed at her. After contacting Julia, it became clear that their relationship's continuity was threatened unless Francesca and Cassie started sharing her in a more 'open' way.

Thus, Francesca agreed to meet with the two of them, willing to join them in a 'throuple' of sorts. As long as she could continue engaging with Julia, she was happy. Moreover, there was some appeal to the athletic, hung woman.

However, now, all Francesca could think about was the content of that video; The brutality with which Cassie destroyed Julia's throat, and then her pussy, pumping her so full of cum that her stomach turned into a small belly.

'That's going to happen to me…? Today…?'

Cassie's cock throbbed again.

It seemed eager to eat her right up.

Francesca felt a little eager to be eaten too.

…And nervous.

"Shall we go?"

"…Fine…!"

"…"

"Mrs. Griswold?"

"Hm? Oh, my apologies. Yes." Julia put the phone back in her handbag.

There was a slight grimace on her face.

Alas, Francesca wished she could return to the nervousness of that diner from half an hour ago.

Francesca was no longer nervous; She was outright panicking.

Because…

"Nghooooh ! Yes, yes… ! Uuuungh ! Fuuuuuck… ! Mnghuuuh ! Keep shoving that beautiful cock… ! Hoooooh ! All the way into my horny hole… ! Ooooooh… !"

…She was witnessing her loved one getting WRECKED on top of her. Julia was on all fours, naked, and Francesca was lying directly underneath, also naked.

The speed with which Julia removed her clothes upon Cassie's command was striking; The overall submission offered by her was even more baffling. 'Sh-she's just a braindead slut right now…!'

"Uuuuuungh ! Oh, God, I'm gonna cum again… ! It's too big… ! How is it always too big… ?! Ooooooooh… !"

"Stop saying that." Cassie descended a hand at full force against Julia's ass, making her meaty lower body ripple from the harsh impact. "I've already told you a thousand times: You're the one who squeezes too much." Though her voice remained mostly composed, a vein popped on her forehead, and her expression had small cracks of fury and physical exertion; Cassie truly was a brute in bed, thrusting into Julia's pussy without restraint.

Francesca should not have been surprised in the least after having watched so many videos.

Yet, she was. 'I thought there was some exaggeration and acting! A little bit! But… Th-the face she's making… The things she's saying…!'

"Nghooooh ! It's your pussyyyy ! Maul the shit out of it with your big fat cooock ! Mnghoooooh ! I fucking love iiiiit !" There was no doubt that Julia's energetic moans and submissive dirty talk were fully real.

It made perfect sense when considering the abuse her body was taking. Francesca could not see Julia's ass from her perspective, but could easily imagine that it was growing steadily red; What else would happen when taking into account the loud, aggressive wet smacking produced by Cassie's merciless pounding? 'Her breasts too…! They're swinging back and forth so much…! She's got complete control over her body…! A-and the fluids…'

They had barely begun fucking, but Julia had already squirted twice, showering the timid Francesca passively watching from below. 'Hot…! MY crotch and stomach are burning up! Since when are her sex juices this boiling hot?!'

"Oooooh ! Again, again… ! A big one's coming again… ! Nghuuuuuh… !" Julia was barely able to hold a coherent expression, with her blue eyes deeply unfocused and her jaw constantly slacked – her tongue dangled out continuously.

She was melting in blissful pleasure, and Francesca could not look away.

Whenever they had sex, Francesca's favorite moments were watching Julia's face twisting whenever she orgasmed. Seeing her beloved bathe in strong ecstasy was amazing.

The face being presented before her now showed far, far stronger ecstasy.

That was both painful and incredible to see.

"Nghuuuuuh… ! Cumming, cumming… ! It's… ! Gonna… ! Shoot… ! Oooooooh !!!" Julia's entire body seized on the spot as she bombarded Francesca's lower body for the third time.

There was a full puddle accumulated throughout her inner legs and engorged slit, adding to the heat building up in her groin. 'This is madness…! I think I just came a little bit…! Nghhh ! Her squirts are so strong! It's like getting my clit slapped…!' Francesca fought to avoid spasming – she feared that showing weakness would make the bodyguard woman bully her.

"Are you enjoying the show down there?" Her efforts failed. "I'm just helping you get lubed up by giving you the porn show you like watching from up close. I'll be right with you soon enough."

"Lubing me up?! Y-you freak…!"

"Don't call Cassie a freak!" Julia's upper body collapsed forward, taking Francesca into her mouth while squashing their ample tits together. "Mnhhhhmm !!! Mnghmmmm …" Even while playing with Francesca's tongue in the sloppiest makeout session they had ever shared, she continued to grunt and shake.

Of course she did. Cassie was still churning out her insides with violent pummeling, forcing her orgasm to last far more than usual.

'More than usual? No, that's wrong…!'

It was the usual for whenever Julia and Cassie fucked; That much was self-evident.

Julia, the arrogant, sassy, dominant woman who took charge of Francesca and played with her body like a sex toy…

…Enjoyed getting her body mauled and abused like SHE was a sex toy.

'Julia is a masochist…? A submissive woman…?'

"Nghh ! You can kiss better than that, can't you? Uuuuungh !" Julia whispered between kisses. "Work harder, slut…! Mnghhhhh !"

Only then did Francesca truly understand that her assessment of Julia was not incorrect: The woman was dominant by all measures. There was just no such thing as dominating a woman like Cassie. Her athletic physique and monster cock could turn any woman into an agreeable cumhole.

'Wh-what am I going to be like when she shoves it into me…?!' Francesca worried for the near future.

After a few moments of kissing, Julia got on her elbows again – still bouncing back and forth from ruthless pounding – allowing Francesca to once more get a look at the action.

For the first time, she focused on the heavy pair of balls swinging back and forth with each thrust. 'E-enormous…! So big…! Even bigger now that I'm seeing it from so close! She can ejaculate dozens of times, certainly! H-how can they swing like that?! They must be so heavy…! Is that simply the result of how violently she is pistoning?!'

She gazed at Cassie's legs, acquiring confirmation of her theory: Cassie had a defined, muscular body for a woman. There was no doubt that she could do genuine damage to someone if she decided to kick them with intent to harm, likely able to kill or break a few ribs with ease. 'Ramming HARD into a tight, horny slut must be absurdly uneventful for her!'

"Ooooooh ! I feel every inch… ! Stretching me out… ! Nghhoooooooh… !"

Francesca did her best to ignore Julia's demented rambling and moved her eyes up further, now observing her midsection.

…How had she missed the monstrous distension moving back and forth on Julia's stomach before?

'Is that HER COCK?!' Francesca had to blink and squint several times to make sure she was not insane.

Again, it was something she had seen in several of the videos, but she thought there was at least SOME editing going into them to add such fancy, exaggerated things.

As it seemed, there was zero editing. Cassie's cock was so thick and long, and her thrusting was so animalistic that it resulted in a large protuberance moving back and forth through Julia's midriff as Cassie pulled out and shoved back in.

Julia's womb was literally getting moved around inside her body to accommodate the monster cock impaling it; Some of its veins were even visible past her skin.

A bizarre sight.

…An enticing sight.

One that made Francesca drool slightly, even as she feared what would happen once it was her turn to be impaled.

Right then, an accident happened: Julia's nipples smacked Francesca's during one of many bounces.

"Ungh !" That meager impact made Francesca's entire body spasm…

…And then…

"…Is she squirting all on her own?" Cassie asked, so surprised that she stopped moving.

"Nghuuuuuuh ! Ooooooooh !" Francesca was, indeed, barraging pussy juice out of her hole and straight onto Julia's midsection. The mental stimulation and anticipation of what was to come were more than enough to leave her on the edge – the accidental collision of their nipples pushed her past it.

"Fuuuuck, don't stop fucking meeee ! Go, go, go… ! Hug the back of my uterus with that gorgeous, veiny penis !"

"Mrs. Griswold…" Cassie grabbed Julia's hair and tugged on it until her back and neck were sharply arched, forcing eye contact. "…Aren't you being a little selfish?"

"Nghhhhh … Selfish how…?" The change in the angle of her upper body made for stimulation of its own, leading Julia to moan.

Plus…

"Uuuuuungh ! Mnghuuuuh !" …Francesca was still hosing hot, sticky pussy juice directly against her slit, adding further stimulation.

"We brought your friend here to have fun with us. Is it your plan to just get fucked while she watches? I didn't know you enjoyed cuckoldry, Mrs. Griswold. And you're covering her with your body too. I very much enjoy staring at your sweaty, sexy back, but I would like to stare her in the eyes, especially when she's cumming."

"What do you expect me to do… Ghnnn … When you force me to strip and shove into me right away? It's your choice…!"

"You're right. Then, let me choose what you do next, you filthy little slut." Cassie let go of Julia's hair, dug her fingers into her waist, and pulled her far back, removing her from being directly on top of Francesca.

Without Julia on top of her, Francesca was forced to confront Cassie's impermeable gaze.

Usually, she felt tiny before Julia's dominance.

That was nothing compared to Cassie's authoritarian stare.

Francesca was minuscule; An insect. One that was still gushing out small spurts of sex juice, now hitting Julia's face instead of her midriff due to the new positioning.

…

'Huh…? Wait…'

Julia's body and face were perfectly positioned to…

"…Eat her out." Cassie commanded with a harsh slap to the ass.

"Nghhhh ! Yes… !" Showing exactly zero hesitation, Julia buried her face into Francesca's pussy… "Shluuuuuurp…"

"Nghhhuuuuh… !" …And lapped her up like an obedient dog. 'Wh-what is happening?! Ooooooh … It feels good… ! Uuuuuungh …'

"It could be better, couldn't it?" Cassie leaned forward and grabbed one of Julia's breasts, mercilessly pinching its nipple and pulling it far to the side; With her other hand, she smacked Julia's asscheeks twice more, bringing loud, painful echoes to the room. "Eat it with the same disposition you eat dick, you insufferable little whore."

"Mnhghhh !" Julia wailed from the painful pleasure brought by Cassie's abuse. "Shluuurp ! Shlrrrrrp !" Nonetheless, she obeyed, bringing her tongue fully out of her mouth and swinging it up and down along Francesca's sensitive, swollen pussy lips, devotedly aiming to stimulate them while licking up all the pussy juice that coated it.

"Nghhhhh … Uuuuungh …" Francesca could not believe that Julia Griswold was giving her a sloppy, passionate pussy-eating session. 'Amazing…! Amazing, amazing…!' The visual candy of seeing Julia's face buried between her legs with half-closed eyes of fervent effort – and pleasure, since she was still getting railed – was easily the best experience of Francesca's life until then. 'Forget all the times we had sex! Forget everything! This…! I want this forever…! Ah…! A-and…!' Her eyes soon moved up to stare at Cassie. 'Sh-she's gorgeous too, isn't she…? Her tits are big and she has abs… Hah … And she's fucking Julia into a submissive little cumslut that eats my pussy…! Julia never eats me out! She always makes me eat her out, but she never eats ME out…! And now she is…! Hah …'

Before coming into the room with Cassie and Julia, Francesca was hesitant.

Now, she was in an orgasmic heaven of full emotional and physical satisfaction.

"Mnghhhhh ! Nghhhhhhh !" Julia was climaxing into sheer insanity, making all sorts of arousing moans and expressions;

"Hooooooh ! Ooooooh !" Francesca was getting her pussy animalistically eaten by a rabid Julia, encroaching on another orgasm of her own;

"Khhh! Come on, you can be more passionate down there, you tight whore!" And Cassie was providing the ultimate porn show from close proximity, manhandling Julia right in front of her.

Unable to blink due to not wanting to miss a single second of the action, Francesca brought her hands behind her head, spread her legs as widely as she could, and relaxed.

Soon, she would likely be the one turning into putty against Cassie's bestial fucking…

…But, for now, she could appreciate the beauty before her.

Cassie was doing the same, glaring straight into her eyes.

"Nghhhhh ! Ghhhhhhnnn !" …And still wrecking Julia without a break.

Within the span of a couple of minutes, someone began wailing in mad pleasure, squirting hard.

Who it was, Francesca had no idea, too busy locking eyes with Cassie.

Eventually, someone started ejaculating a rich, voluminous load of semen.

That time, Francesca knew who it was.

How would she not?

She was busy locking eyes with Cassie.

"Hah … Hah … I'm dead …" Julia panted beside Francesca with her chest heaving up and down frantically. "You've scraped the life out of my pussy… ! Ooooooh … The feeling of it all leaking out is making me cum again …"

"What exactly are you resting there for…?" Cassie pulled Julia by the legs until she was once more on the edge of the bed; Then, she began smacking her slit with her cum-coated cock, staring at her with restrained fury. "You think a couple of loads are enough to empty my balls…?"

"Nghh ! You're the one who pulled out…! Almost prolapsed me…! Nghooh !"

"I was only pulling out to switch targets. It's time our French lady received some attention too, isn't it?"

"Haaah … Hear that, Francesca? You're about to be made into a woman." The sweaty, messy-haired, physically-drained Julia stared at her with a tired smirk, filled with arrogance nonetheless. "I'll have fun seeing what face you'll- NGHH ! You're going to break my clit if you keep smacking it with your dick! NGHOH !"

"No, I won't. We've tested that plenty." Cassie gave it one final smack for good measure, pushing Julia into a full-blown orgasm that made her seize in place for several seconds, clenching her teeth.

"I-it's my turn…?" Francesca panted anxiously – and excitedly.

"Yes." Cassie climbed on the bed and crawled until she was perfectly positioned to take her in missionary or in a mating press – whatever she wanted, Francesca would accept.

She was clearly the lowest woman in that room. If Julia was below Cassie in the bedroom, then Francesca was even lower. Only a bumbling buffoon would assume otherwise.

"…Okay…!" …And she had zero problems with that.

"See, Mrs. Griswold? She's far less rude than you are."

"That's only because she's horny. If I left you two alone in a room for hours with sex prohibited, only one would come out alive, and I would bet on Francesca. Ghnnn …" Julia crawled closer. "What am I supposed to do here?"

"Have you ever seen someone get a painful injection?"

"Is that what you're going to do to her? Give her a painful injection with your fist-thick dick? Oh, my, Francesca, I hope you're not afraid of needles. Hm…? Francesca…?"

"Hah … Hah … H-hah …" Francesca was barely aware of their conversation, glaring at the cock dangling right above her slit with wide-open eyes and an open mouth, panting. 'Put it in me…! Put it in me…!' Her mind implored for her insides to get shattered; She wanted to feel whatever euphoria Julia felt.

"She's got no idea what's coming, so why don't you help her with the painful injection?" Cassie ordered.

"How, exactly? Want me to kiss her and whisper sweet words to make her feel comfy?"

"Almost." Cassie reached forward, raised Julia in the air by the armpits…

"Mhmmmm?!" …And positioned her sitting on top of Francesca's face, smothering her nose and mouth with her swollen, cum-leaking pink pussy lips. "Mnhhhhmm!!" Caught off-guard, Francesca was unable to speak or breathe properly.

"Ooh, my! You want me to ride her face while you destroy her little hole? It's a good way to get all this nice semen recycled into another slut, isn't it…? It's not good to waste." Julia caressed Francesca's hair while giving her no oxygen relief.

There was only one way forward for her to breathe: Eating Julia's pu-

"Shluuuurp ! Shlrrrrrrp ! Shluuuuuuurp !" Francesca did not need incentives to eat out the woman she loved; Her arms instantly reached up to hug her kneeling legs while she frenziedly launched her tongue back and forth to service Julia. She had given her cunnilingus many times during the past month.

There was one key difference in the present act, though: The love juices sliding into Francesca's mouth tasted substantially different from the usual.

Richer;

Thicker;

Better.

"Shluuuuurp ! Ghluuuuuuurp !" So much so that Francesca lapped up even faster and harder than normal, excited by the prospect of chugging more and more.

Julia had taken two enormous loads of semen, or so Francesca deduced from what she saw – since they were released deep inside her womb, she could not know how much volume Cassie shot each time; Only assume from the size of her heavy sack.

"Shluuuurp ! Shlrrrrrp !" In other words, there was PLENTY of the dense mixture for Francesca to guzzle up.

"Nghhhhh … H-hey…! She's really going at it…! Mnghh … I think she liked your sperm, Cassie…! I could get used to watching you two fuck from up close if I'll have this VIP seat every time! Oooooh …"

"I believe it's going to get quite difficult for you too very soon, Mrs. Griswold."

"Oh? How so? Unghh …"

"Find out yourself."

Distracted by her meal, Francesca only remembered the existence of the gigantic penis by her vagina once she felt its head directly poke its entrance.

It was a moment that her mind would not be able to remember because it went by too quickly.

"MNGHHHHHHHHHH !!!" Cassie did not take it easy on her at all, lunging into Francesca as hard and deep as she could in a single motion. 'I'M SPLITTING INTO TWO! It's too biiiiiiiiig!! Oooooooo !!!'

"Nghhhhmmm !" Julia also let out a strong moan, instigated by a burst of frantic licking by Francesca. "Oh, this is going to feel really good…!" She started slowly rocking her hips, adding to Francesca's panicked licking.

Because there was no room available for her body to properly spasm and vent the built-up tension, she had no choice but to lick harder.

Francesca had no access to the sense of sight. All she could see was Julia's butthole, asscheeks, and sweaty back. Consequently, she had no idea what faces she and Cassie were making, nor could she see how much of her dick had entered her.

That said, she had a confident answer in mind. 'It must be half or more…! It hurts…! I feel so full…! I swear to God, I'm going to split in two…! Ghnnnn…! This makes it harder to breathe than having Julia sitting on my face…!'

Alas, confidence did not make for truth.

"NGHHHHHHH !" Francesca learned that a second later when Cassie pulled out and rammed in again, reaching deeper.

"UUUUUUUNGH !" And again, deeper.

"MNGHHHHHHHH !" And again, deeper.

And again, and again, and again.

Deeper, deeper, deeper.

'I'M BREAKIIIIIIING!! OOOOOOOOOOOH! I CAN'T TAKE THIIIIIIS!!!' Cassie was not giving her ANY degree of lenience. Barring a few seconds after the initial insertion, the act of aggressive pistoning was a nonstop effort, hollowing her out with brutal intent. The physical impact was so great that Francesca was convinced she would genuinely die from breaking something in her lower body.

…She was not the only one feeling the violent fucking…

"Hoooooh ! Unngh ! Nghooooh ! Woah… ! Ooooooh… ! It's like riding a mechanical bull…! Oooooooh !" Julia struggled to remain stable on Francesca's face due to the latter's spasms and desperate pussy-eating. "That's niiiice… ! Keep going, Francesca… ! Pretend it's a croissant, okay? Eat the fuck out of me… ! You naughty, nasty girl… !" Adding insult to injury, Julia pinched Francesca's nipples, tugging on them until her breasts changed shape to keep up. "Oooooooh… ! She eats even more lovingly when I play with her tits… ! You motherly slut… !"

"She's as nasty as you are, Mrs. Griswold! Khh! Ghh! Ngh!" Cassie did not stop pummeling even when insulting her.

"In that case, you have to fuck her exactly how you fuck me, don't you?"

"I'm…! Ghhh! Building up…! Khhh! To it…! Nghh! She's really tight…! I'm prying her open…!"

'BUILDING UP TO IT?! YOU CAN THRUST HARDER THAN THIS?! NGHOOOOOOOOOOH !!! I'M LOSING IIIIIIIT ! IT HUUUUUUURTS! HOOOOOOOOOOH !' Unable to scream due to the creamed-out pussy smothering her, Julia's mind was a chaotic mess of panicked thoughts.

"Nghuuuuh … Then, by all means, don't let me get in the way! I'll just enjoy the pussy bath while I play with these wonderful tits…! Come on, Francesca! Keep licking for Lady Griswold here! Uuuuungh … Aaaah, wonderful… !"

"MNGHHHHHH ! UUUUUUUNGH ! GHNNNNNNNN !" No amount of crazed grunting got the two women to take it easy on her. again and again, the monster cock pried further and further into her pussy walls, forcing Francesca to recognize sensitivity and stimulation in depths that she did not even know existed within her. 'I didn't know there was this much room inside me! Ghhnnn ! Or her dick is so thick that it's ruining my perception of space! Ungh ! I don't know, but I'm going to breeeeeeak- NGHUH !' She let out a sharp grunt and turned silent.

Cassie stopped abruptly. "Oh?"

"Nghhhh … Shit, what is it…? Don't stop now…! She was about to make me cum! Don't ruin the rhythm, you perverted woman- Khh!" Julia's rude berating was cut off by a light slap to the face. "Haaah , you beautiful, sexy girl… Sorry for being a meanie… I just got sad that you stopped making her tongue squirm like crazy …"

"I reached her cervix. That's why I stopped."

"Oh? And since when do you stop there? I don't remember that courtesy whenever you destroy the shit out of me. Nghhmmm … Come on, Francesca, start licking again…! What, did she pass out?!"

Francesca had not passed out. Her body has simply stiffened up completely due to the jolt of painful ecstasy she felt when Cassie's tip prodded her cervix. That said, if her body did not relax soon, she would, indeed, pass out, unable to breathe and lick. 'It's too big…! She wants to shove that thing inside my uterus?! I'll lose it! I'll genuinely die! It's not dirty talk anymore! It's not funny! It's not sexy! It's just torture! She'll kill me! Nghhhh … Then… Then…'

Then, why was she anticipating that sweet moment of death?

Francesca's body understood the situation far better than she did, with her legs trembling nonstop, readying themselves for the physical sensations that were to come.

"I'm going in." Cassie announced, pulling her hips back one last time before the grand penetration.

"MNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!" Francesca's lips started moving again due to a rush of adrenaline… And endorphins and dopamine. ''MY BRAIN IS MELTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING !!! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!' If Cassie were not holding her legs so strongly, and Julia were not straddling her face so intently, she would have easily entered a convulsion of medical proportions from sheer orgasmic thrashing. 'CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMIIIIIIIING !!! NGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!'

"Ooooooooh… ! Shit, she's gonna… ! Make me… ! Nghuuuuuuuuuuh… !" Julia started jerking frantically as well, pushed to orgasm – and further – thanks to Francesca's madness-induced licking. "Cumming… ! Nghhooooooooh… !" Her own shaking was so violent that she lost balance, collapsing to the side and finally freeing Francesca's face.

Now, she could take in air properly.

But she did not care about that.

Francesca's oral freedom had a far more relevant benefit.

"OOOOOOOOOOOH ! NGHOOOOOOH ! UUUUUUUUUNGH ! MGNHUUUUUUUUH !" The benefit of being able to wail freely as her insides contracted to insane degrees, attempting to murder and crush the mammoth cock painfully and pleasurefully prying it open.

There was an enormous bulge on Francesca's midriff. She finally understood what that felt like; The sensation she was feeling right then was the same that Julia felt minutes ago.

What an incredible woman she was to be able to take that degree of harsh fucking on a daily basis.

Of course, Francesca had little time to ponder about such things…

"HOOOOOOOOOOH ! NGHOOOOOOOOOH !" …Far more occupied with screaming as she witnessed an endless blast of pussy juice blast out of her hole in an almost perfect vertical hose, showering the cold, aggressive woman screwing her-

Their eyes met.

By accident, Francesca's and Cassie's eyes met.

The woman had veins all over her face and neck, with her muscles tense due to constant, intense physical exertion. In spite of that, her eyes remained dead-focused on her mission of obliterating Francesca's pussy, staring at her with lethal intent and gritted teeth.

That gaze applied so much pressure on Francesca that she stopped wailing, hypnotized. With a slacked jaw, she silently maintained eye contact with Cassie throughout the entirety of her orgasm.

The desire to wail and thrash had not disappeared. In fact, it was much stronger now that she had fully quieted down, resulting in tension welling up deep inside her gut with a desperate need to be released.

…But she did nothing. It was all suppressed deep inside her in favor of peacefully observing Cassie, who was no longer thrusting. She had her massive penis lodged all the way into Francesca's tight, tiny uterus as if waiting for something.

Once Francesca felt the pulsations, she understood what was happening. 'She's going to… Ejaculate… One of those huge cumloads… Into me… Aaah … This is a magnificent sight... Please show me what it looks like when you cum inside me, Cassie …' The reason for her moment of silenced hypnotism was born out of a womanly desire to carefully observe Cassie's release.

And so, while still squirting maniacally, showering Cassie's abs, tits, and upper chest…

…Francesca watched the grand moment arrive.

"Khh…!" It started with a small crack on Cassie's statuesque expression of silent aggression.

After that…

"Ooh … Hoh … Amazing …" …It was a flood so strong and pleasureful that Francesca's mind snapped. "Guh … Feels … So good … Hoh … Shoot it … All in me … Oooh … Hoh … This is the best … Sensation … In the world … It's hot … And gluing all over … I'm getting bred … Like a stupid … Whore … Hoh …" Her back collapsed and she lost all movement on her body, staring emptily at the ceiling with a blank expression. "Ghumming … Ughn … Ghumming good … Hahah …"

"Khhh! Ghhh! Nghhh! Mnghhh!" Contrasting with Francesca's mind-numbing orgasm, Cassie's body jerked and spasmed, grunting with clenched teeth as her urethra expanded to unload a substantial volume of semen. "You're wringing me out…! Lady Moulin…! You're tight…! Nghhh…! It's actually…! Hurting a little…! Shit…!" Based on the veins and small contortions on her face, it looked like Cassie was suffering in the process; For a quick moment, she seemed to lose her balance, almost collapsing forward.

Apparently, Francesca's amateurish pussy walls and womb were quite difficult to fight through when one's penis had its sensitivity multiplied several times due to climatic release.

"Come on … You can do it, can't you…?" Julia appeared out of nowhere, whispering sweetly into Cassie's ear with a malicious smirk in her eyes. "You're going to fuck this French slut like you fuck me, won't you…? Or are you admitting that her hole is even tighter than mine…?"

"Th-that's…!" In her moment of greatest vulnerability, Cassie's stoicism fractured. "T-tighter doesn't always mean better…!"

"It does to *me*." Julia said exactly what she had to say to instigate Cassie into pushing even further. "If you don't obliterate her little hole even harder than you obliterate mine, I'll be offended…" She pinched one of Cassie's nipples, tugging on it until the blonde-haired woman let out a soft yelp.

A shift in dynamic; A rare moment in which even the stoic, sex-aggressive bodyguard failed to maintain her cool.

"I-I…"

"That's okay… I'll help you out."

'Help… Out…?' Francesca did not understand what Julia meant to do. With excruciating effort, she raised her neck just enough to observe.

…Julia had positioned herself behind Cassie to eat her out. "Shluuuuurp! Shlrrrrrp!"

Was it her ass or her pussy? Maybe just her balls?

That, she could not tell from her angle.

What she could tell, though…

"Nghuuuuh … Uuuungh … Mnghuuuuh …" …Was that Julia's oral service had a BIG impact on Cassie.

"Khh…! Ghh…!" An impact so big that no degree of tightness could get Cassie to slow down, leading her to once more resume thrusting barbarically despite the psychotic clampdown present around her ejaculating cock. "Grr! Ghh! Khh! Nghh!" She began pulling out and ramming back in with murderous intent, virtually shuffling Francesca's womb out of place, moving her insides around with brutal collision.

"Shlrrrrrp! Shluuuuuuurp!" Julia grabbed Cassie's muscular ass and devoured whatever hole she had chosen despite the repeated motions of Cassie's hips resulting in her face getting ass-punched. "Ghluuuuuurgh! Shlrrrrrrrp!"

Of course, even if that mania had a big impact on Cassie, it was a joke compared to what Francesca felt.

"OOOOOOOO ! HOOOOOOH ! UUUUUUUNGH ! MNGHUUUUUH !" …There were no words to adequately describe it other than euphoric madness of the orgasmic kind.

30 minutes later…

"Ghluuuurgh ! Bhluuuuurgh ! Shluuuuuurp !" After releasing twice inside Francesca, Cassie gave her a break, once more taking Julia; This time, orally.

The exhausted Francesca observed passively while gushing out spurts of the semen released deep inside her. 'She's ravaging Julia's mouth… That's such a merciless way to fuck someone's throat…'

Julia was on the edge of the bed with her head hanging off, facing up. It was the same angle that Cassie had used in the provocation video from yesterday, allowing her to truly gouge out Julia's throat. Many times, it practically looked like her cock would pierce through her neck and pop out.

"Ghluuuurh ! Shluuuuurp! Bhluuuuuurgh !" Even so, no such thing happened. Julia continued to sloppily gurgle while getting her throat scraped and damaged, gushing spit and cum between disordered pullout sand impales. It was evident that she enjoyed the abuse because her pussy lips twitched again and again, gushing out a mixture of fresh female juices and leftover semen from the loads stuffed into her earlier.

…

…Her pussy lips…

…

…Kept twitching and twitching with delicious semen being wasted on the sheets…

…

"Ghluuuurgh ?! Bhluuuuurgh !!" Julia's gurgling and gagging suddenly became a little bit sweeter due to unexpected stimulation being given to her wet hole.

"Shlrrrrrrrp ! Shluuuuuuurp !" Francesca had rushed closer to chug down the juices flowing out of her, drawing on adrenaline that was entirely fueled by lust.

Earlier, when she licked Julia up, she had little choice or control over it – it was a matter of breathing.

Now…

"Shlrrrrrrp ! Shluuuuuurp !" …She could lap her up at her own pace and take her time savoring the excellent mixture…

"BHLUUUUURGH ! GHLUUUUUURGH !" …Even as Julia panickedly hugged her face with her thick legs and shot new barrages all across her face.

"Ghh! Khh! Nghh! Come on, put in some effort! Suck harder!" In the background, Cassie continued to destroy Julia's throat.

90 minutes later…

"Guh ! Ungh ! Mngh ! Ghn !" Francesca was undergoing the bumpiest ride of her life.

Namely, she was sloppily and unskillfully trying to ride Cassie's monster cock while making out with Julia who was riding Cassie's face.

"Mnghhhn ! Nghhmmm ! Ghnmmmm !" Rather, it was more accurate to state that Julia was being held hostage by Cassie's strong arms hugging her legs in place to drink up the fluids leaking out of her.

It seemed that the act of sex could be so deranged and passionate that one would not mind drinking their own semen as long as it was mixed with delectable pussy juice.

"I can't … Keep bouncing … Nghooooh …" Francesca collapsed forwa-

"Noooo, stay right there…! Mnghhhm !" Julia caught her with her breasts and forced her into place again. "Keep riding… Here, I'll kiss you to help you out… Nghhhhm …"

"I caaaan't … I literally can't move anymore… ! Ooooooh …"

"If you stop riding… She'll make ME do it … Hoooooh …"

"Aren't you supposed to like that?! Guuuuuh …"

"I LOVE that… ! But I can't do it either… Hoooooh …"

"I don't get it! Uuuungh …"

"It's like… Why do zombies… Eat brains…?"

"What? Nghh… ! Mnghh… ! That doesn't make ANY sense- Oooooh… !"

"I don't know what I'm saying anymoooore… ! Just stay theeere… !"

"I can't ! I caaaan't !" Francesca tried to get off Cassie's cock once more.

"No ! Nghhhmm ! Stay !" In a show of ruthlessness, Julia pressed Francesca's shoulders down.

"NGHOOH !" Francesca sat down so far that her fat ass smashed itself against Cassie's legs, with her penis fully hilting inside her, pushing deep against her womb – and creating a sizable distension in her flat stomach. "No, no, no… ! I can't moooove… ! I'm hugging it too tightly… ! I'm screwed in place… ! I feel it… ! Coming… ! Please, no, for the love of Goood… ! No, no, no… !" Tears started rolling down her face.

Of joy, and of fear.

And then…

"OOOOOOOOOOOH ! NGHOOOOOOOOOH !" …Mad wailing and aggressive spasming.

…From both women.

Alas, it seemed that kissing when both their tongues dangled out of their mouth and both their eyes rolled up was comically difficult.

That did not stop them from doing it by accident as they collapsed on each other.

180 minutes later…

"Mnhhhmm … Nghhhhh … Uuuuungh …"

"Hnnmmmm … Ghnnnnn … Mnghuuuuuh …"

Francesca and Julia passionately made out: Julia on top, Francesca on the bottom.

They were both exhausted; Moving a single muscle required arduous effort and was inevitably accompanied by hideous muscular pain.

Both women's bodies were puddles of sweat and sex juices; Their faces were ruined by saliva, cum, pussy juice, and messy makeup, along with horrendously oily and disheveled hair. Their asses and inner legs were painted red from slaps and savage pummeling. Even their breasts had some red marks – a courtesy more of them slapping and biting each other's nipples than Cassie's actions.

More importantly, their vaginas gaped WIDE open, with EXCESSIVE volumes of cum endlessly leaking out. There simply was no more space inside their wombs, even if their midriffs tried to bulge out to accommodate the sizable loads released by the relentless, hung, strong bodyguard woman.

Francesca tired out faster than Julia, true, but that was easily compensated by Cassie going harder on Julia – probably a preference too, since she seemed to love her boss so much.

Consequently, both women were now dead weight, able to do little more than make out with each other while Cassie continued to churn out their insides.

At that exact moment, as they instinctively played with each other's tongues and rubbed nipples together, one of them was getting ravaged; Soon, it would be the other; Then, the first one again; And so and so forth, until Cassie's large balls finally emptied out.

"Nghh… ! Ungh… !" It seemed that Julia was the one getting destroyed, leading her to grunt and cum.

"Mnghh ! Nghhh !" A few seconds later, it was Francesca's turn, leading her to grunt and cum.

That status quo went on for a while until…

"You two are still making out?" The door opened and Cassie walked in.

…She had gone to the bathroom several minutes ago, but neither woman had the basic level of consciousness needed to notice it. Their insides had been so thoroughly and harshly stirred that they could still vividly feel Cassie's cock inside them, stretching out and forcing their pussy walls to clench down for further stimulation, leading them to orgasm all on their own, believing they were still pitilessly penetrated.

"Nghhh… ! Ungh… !" Julia did not notice Cassie, distracted by her orgasms and Francesca's mouth.

"Mnghh ! Nghhh !" Francesca did not notice Cassie, distracted by her orgasms and Julia's mouth.

"Huh. How cute. My balls are not fully empty yet, so why don't you two stay like that?"

Even if Cassie penetrated one of them, nothing would change. As far as their bodies and minds were concerned, they were still getting roughly fucked, so-

"MNGHOOOOOH !" Francesca let out a guttural wail, instantly squirting upon penetration.

There was an OBVIOUS difference between feeling there was a huge cock inside her…

"NGHOOOOOOH !" …And there actually being a huge cock inside her.

Many, many hours later, all three women were finally finished. Even Cassie could not keep going – a rarity for her, who usually stopped with a bit of energy left, just in case Julia wanted more later.

Right now, Julia lied on the bed with Francesca hugging her left side, and Cassie hugging her right.

It was already late into the night – likely dawn. Underneath the sheets, their lower bodies continued to leak sex juices. It would take hours and hours for Julia's and Francesca's holes to empty up unless they carefully showered.

No one would be showering anytime soon.

For Cassie, it was relaxing to cuddle up to Julia after their prolonged session of hardcore fucking.

For Francesca, it was relaxing to cuddle to Julia after being 'accepted' into their relationship, essentially turning into a throuple.

For Julia, there was nothing to relax about. She had been secretly mulling over a piece of bad news since yesterday: Alex was going to return next week.

'Months sooner, huh…? What a disappointment.' She had been able to suppress her gloominess while they were going at it, but now there was nothing to distract her. 'I thought I'd be able to enjoy this sense of freedom for a longer time… Come on, Alex… A whole trimester early? What, did your lover not enjoy your small dick? Go find a new one instead of ruining what I had going, you asshole…'

The reason she so easily accepted Cassie's demand to bring Francesca into their fun was exactly because of that. If Alex would return sooner and cut into her freedom, she wanted to at least go out with one last big bang. 'It's unlikely I'll be able to mess around once he's back… He never gives me the room to breathe, much less have proper friendships, so it's not as if I have excuses to go cheat around his back. I doubt Cassie will remain under employ either… He'll either notice she's got a huge dick or fire her for fearing she's a tad too close to me.'

…

'I could just divorce him…'

…

'This was enjoyable, wasn't it…?'

…

'Maybe this could be an everyday thing… This freedom…'

…

But she would not divorce Alex.

End of story.

Something deep in her impeded her from taking such a course of action.

Either Alex would divorce her, or she would remain with him for the rest of her life, childless, bored, and caged.

"Alex is coming back from his work trip next week." Francesca suddenly whispered – quietly enough that Cassie did not wake up. "How does that affect your pornographic aventure? And me?"

"Oh? How could you possibly know that?"

"Coincidence. Many of his business associates have close ties with my family. It came up in casual conversation earlier today, via text."

"And you've been holding that secret in?"

"I thought it was not relevant until I saw your frustrated face right now. Is that what you were sulking about in the diner earlier, on the phone?"

"…Yes. It affects us three in the sense that this will not be happening again until he's gone on another trip… And only if I get lucky enough to not be stuck with a bitchy bodyguard once more, assuming he switches Cassie up…"

"Why is that…?"

"It's not easy to cheat when your husband is always around, clipping your wings. You should give it a try with yours."

"You don't sound happy."

"Oh, I'm perfectly satisfied. If I weren't, I'd have divorced him long ago!" She gave Francesca an obscenely sarcastic smile.

"Hm… You don't ever drop your guard, do you, Lady Griswold…?"

"I thought you called me Julia now."

"Yes, but if you're going to be a bitch, I'll refer to you how I used to."

"Hah! You're funny, Francesca. If I had the strength, I'd smack your ass and make you eat my pussy just for the heck of it, but Cassie might have really broken something this time."

"Don't dodge the question, would you…?" Francesca grabbed her face and forced her to stare at her from up close; Julia had to stifle laughter at seeing the French woman's post-fuck ruined face. "Are we truly not meeting up anymore once he's back…?"

"You can meet up with Cassie. She might be available. Why, would you look at that? Isn't it a good day to be French?"

"Julia…!"

"What? I already answered you."

"If you're not happy with him, why don't you divorce him?"

"Hoh…? Francesca Moulin is telling me to divorce? Never would I have expected a noble such as yourself to even consider such a dishonorable decision."

"Don't dodge the question, would you…?" This time, Francesca gave her face a light smack; It made Julia giggle from how random it was, consequently making Francesca blush. "Bitch…!"

"I don't divorce Alex because I don't want to."

"Why don't you want to?"

"…Hell if I know."

"Is it because of money?"

"Probably not…"

"Is it because you're afraid of the media blowout?"

"That sounds fun, if anything."

"Is it because you love him?"

"That is DEFINITELY not it."

"Then, is it because you *loved* him?"

"…"

"Is it?"

"I don't think so." Even if Julia thought Francesca was wrong, she could feel her getting closer to the answer – one that Julia herself did not know.

"Is it… Because you gave up on your career to be with him and had no kids after so many years, so now you feel like it'd be a waste to leave…?"

"…Huh… That's an interesting way to look at it… I feel like that might be a bit of it, but not all."

There was a long pause after that.

"Is it because…" Francesa paused. "…*he* loved you once?"

…

…

…

"Who knows." Julia dodged the question, but the lack of confidence in her voice gave her away.

Once upon a time, Alex saw her with love-filled eyes that easily snatched her heart up.

Whether those feelings were ever genuine, it did not matter. Julia was bound to the past. That was why it was so easy for her to act so recklessly and treat the world like one big playground.

There was no fear of consequences for anything because she was not alive in the present. What happened now could only affect the future, not the past – which was where she truly resided.

So who cared if she did something she should not?

Most certainly not her present self, a simple husk.

Yet, feeling the warmth of Cassie's and Francesca's bodies did leave her with a bit of regret, but nothing changed with it; Julia would still not act.

"I see." Francesca read her mind. "Say… If your marriage ever ends, would you make me a promise?"

"And how would it end?"

"Who knows? Maybe a gift from Santa."

"What?" Julia giggled at Francesca's randomness. "What's the promise?"

"Become my lover. And if I ever leave my husband, become my wife. Or at least girlfriend."

"Oh, my! A proposal from nobility? How could I ever say no?"

"Then-"

"If Santa grants me that miraculous gift, I accept… As long as you allow me to choose my bodyguard."

"…I wouldn't mind." Francesca bit her lips.

"Good. You can go dream with that fantasy that will never happen then. I'll do my best to be a good girl and get on Santa's good graces. Have a good night, Francesca. Dream of baguettes and croissants."

"Hilarious."

Before closing her eyes and venturing off to sleep, Julia subtly glanced at the sleeping Cassie.

Her bodyguard was not asleep at all, spying on their conversation; Julia knew because there was a faint, faint smile on her face.

'It was just fantasy, but I'm glad you enjoyed hearing it, Cassie. If a miracle gets me off this marriage, I'll bring you with me wherever, okay?'

…

'Who knows? Maybe it could happen…'

…

'Hah! Absolutely no chance.'

Julia had no hope.

She knew Santa was not real.

…Or maybe he was.

Two days later, a sex tape of Alex and the bimbo he was banging on his work trip was released on the internet.

…An underage bimbo – just below the 18-year cutoff.

Rumor was it that a business rival released it to affect Alex's companies and reputation.

Julia would never, ever divorce Alex.

…But what if there was social pressure of mountainous proportions?

Even Julia, in her mindset of utter apathy, was unable to remain passive with something so major tainting their marriage in the public eye – especially when it involved a crime.

Because Alex was detained still in Europe, Julia formally announced her divorce on TV instead of to his face.

It was easier that way.

She preferred it that way.

…It felt right that way.

A week later, she was on a talk show with a rising female talk show host.

Cassie and Francesca were with her. One as a bodyguard, and the other as a dear friend who was helping her get through that dark period of her life.

"Oh, it was horrible to learn about it on the TV. I guess I am happy I never had kids with Alex… I wonder what they would be thinking about him right now. To think he stole so many years of my life just to cheat, and with an underage girl? It pains my heart… I can't believe I had no idea about any of it…"

"You even retired after marrying him, Julia!" The talk show host said. "That's devastating! You've always had a fan club online. I bet they're furious that he snatched you from Hollywood."

"I am too, but it is what it is. I am divorcing Alex and putting this chapter of my life behind me. I am lucky that my friend, Francesca, is here to help me heal."

"How so?"

"Lady Griswold- Ah, Julia will be moving in with us at the Moulin Manor for as long as she wants. I want to be by her side during this troubling time."

"Oh, that's wonderful! To be honest, I never knew you two were such close friends. I think I once had someone in this show tell me that you two always fought whenever you met at parties."

"That's what it looks like for the layman when two gorgeous, strong women have an interesting conversation, isn't it, Francesca?" Julia put a hand on her lap and squeezed.

"Nghh … That's right." Francesca struggled to maintain her smile.

There was a thick vibrator buzzing slowly inside her vagina.

"What do you think about that, Ms. Bodyguard? Uh… Cassie, right? I bet you know all the dirts that Julia Griswold doesn't tell the world!"

"She's a naughty woman." Cassie said, expressionless – there was also a vibrator inside her own vagina, but she had far more self-control than Francesca.

Everyone laughed at Cassie's 'joke', including Julia – and except Cassie.

"She IS right. I only keep her around because she's so beautiful. Since I'm single now, I need a babe like her around to bring all the men close to me."

Everyone laughed again, except Cassie who blushed in the cutest of ways while holding her straight face stable – a Youtube clip, to be sure.

"Are you going to return to acting, Julia? A lot of people are hoping so! Don't take it the wrong way, but you look so young still! You could play from the teenage girls to the hot moms!"

"Oh, never say never, but I don't think so… I think I'll really focus on myself for a bit and healing from this drama with Alex… And I'll be counting on my two friends here." She squeezed both their legs once more.

"Mngh …" Francesca groaned again.

"…" Cassie did not – again.

"But, you know… Keep an eye out! Who knows where you might see me next, right…?" She glanced at her allies.

"Any last messages you would like to give our audience?"

"Oh, a final message? I should say something really inspiring, but I don't know… What should I say, Francesca? You're good with speeches."

"Well, if I had to say something…" She glanced at Julia with a smirk. "How about: Santa is real?"

Everyone laughed, including Julia – and except Cassie, again.

It was such a random statement that it was bound to draw laughter.

Then, on a whim, Julia realized the secret meaning behind Francesca's words and smirk.

'Who would have thought…?' She squeezed Francesca's leg.

Apparently, they still shared a secret of their own.

Santa was French.

"Nghh …" …And would be getting a nasty fucking later that night.