Title: $500 is $500 Status: Complete Characters: Anon, Naomi, Naser, Fang Rating: NSFW Classification: Three-Shot Author: AirconWater Summary: Anon gets approached by Naomi and Naser. They offer money... and bussy. 1: A Proposal Summary: Anon gets approached by Naomi and Naser. They offer money... and bussy. Naomi looks at me expectantly as I stare into space. I glance over at Naser, he isn’t looking at me, he’s studying the floor. “$300?” Naomi asks, her eyebrows raising slightly. “I… I don’t know Naomi, I’m not sure I could ever explain this to Fang.” “$350” She says, her tail starts swaying side to side. “You can’t seriously be willing to pay that much can you?” “$400” She rests her hands on the table, and her eyes begin to pierce my soul. $400? That could buy me some new xrox games and still have enough money to buy something nice for Fang… maybe- “$500” “Deal.” Naser's hand comes up to his face as Naomi reaches into her purse, pulling out five $100 bills. She slides them across the table and I grab them, we shake hands and a wicked smile forms across her lips. “Alright Anon, let’s meet at my house this evening, my parents will be home late, we’ll have plenty of time.” I stand up and grab my tray, ready to leave, when she puts up a hand. “I’d like to have a little assurance that you’ll go through with our deal.” She reaches over and grabs Naser's arm, pulling him over and pushing him between herself and me. “Kiss.” She demands. Naser turns towards her with a shocked expression, but this money feels kinda heavy in my pocket. As he argues with Naomi I swallow my pride and tap him on the shoulder, when he turns around I grab his head and pull it to meet mine. Our lips meet for a few seconds until he recoils in shock, separating us. Naomi lets out an excited squeal as Naser steps back, wiping off the kiss with his sleeve. “We’ll meet you outside after school, then we can go back to my house.” Naomi says as she grabs Naser's hand. Naser looks at me with a glare of hatred as he gets pulled out of the cafeteria, his clenched fists and strained posture tell me he either wants to die or he wants me to die… or both. I throw my tray away as the bell rings, as I walk through the hallway I try to come up with an excuse for Fang. She’s probably going to be sleeping when school is over, the medication she’s on knocks her out cold, maybe I can finish with Naser and make my way back home before she wakes up. I don’t think I need to worry so much about it, I’m sure Naser will back up any story I give her. … As I walk through the hallway towards the exit I start to regret my decision to accept Naomi’s offer. In less than 4 hours Naser and I will be fucking. This is a guarantee. I walk down the steps and hear a honk, I look up and see Naomi waving me down next to the Nascar. I walk up, open the backdoor, and slide inside. “Alright, I already have everything set up at my house.” Naomi says while glancing back at me. “You were that sure I was going to agree?” “Money is a great influence Anon, I was prepared to offer quite a bit.” Damn, maybe I should’ve haggled more. She grabs Naser’s hand and holds it tight, glancing over at him and smiling. Her smile falters slightly, “Naser? What’s wrong?” Naser doesn’t take his eyes off the road but he answers immediately, “Who’s top and who’s bottom?” I didn’t really think about this, I just assumed that from the way Naomi described it and the way Naser was acting that I was going to be on top, but it wasn’t really discussed. Naomi rubs the back of Naser’s hand with her thumb, leaning over and whispering something into his ear. He stiffens up a little before she sits back down in her seat, she turns her head slightly, “You’ll be topping.” she says. I guess that solves it then, I wonder what kind of reward she must be giving Naser if he’s willing to be the bottom in this. … We pull into the driveway and step out, Naomi immediately walks up to Naser and grabs his arm, walking with him up to the house. I follow them up to the door, Naomi unlocks it and we all walk in. “Come with me Naser, Anon you can sit on the couch until we’re ready.” “Alright.” I walk into the living room, admiring the decently large space as Naser and Naomi walk up the stairs. As I take a seat I start to feel guilt build up inside me, I’m about to go behind Fang’s back and fuck her brother while his girlfriend watches. If Fang finds out about this Naser and I are dead. 100% About 10 minutes pass until I hear a door open upstairs. “Anooon! We’re ready for you!” I hear Naomi call out. Time to shine I guess. I walk through the house and up to the stairs they went up. At the top of the stairs, I peer down the hallway and lock eyes with Naomi. She's wearing a plum-colored lace lingerie bodysuit, and holding a wrapped condom and a bottle of what I assume is lube. The blush spread across her face darkens as I walk up to her. She hands me the condom and bottle and opens the door, ushering me inside. I walk into the room, hearing Naomi shut and lock the door behind me. A curtain is hung up across the room, and there are LED lights hung around the ceiling, lighting the room with dark reds and purples. Naomi walks up behind me and puts her arms around me, pulling my shirt up and over my head. She walks around and unbuttons my jeans, pulling them down to the floor, she glances at the bulge in my boxers and smiles. She puts a hand on my arm and pulls me up to the curtain, grabbing a small string and handing it to me. I look at her with uncertainty, her smile only widens. I give the string a yank, and the curtain rod comes free from the wall causing it and the curtain itself to fall. My eyes widen as I take in the view in front of me. Naser is sitting on the bed, wearing an oversized pink shirt that’s cut to show off his midriff. He also has a pair of tight-fitting yoga pants on, his bulge showing clearly through the fabric. He also has a blonde wig on, the fake hair comes down to his shoulders. As I stare at Naser, Naomi walks over to an armchair placed in the corner of the room, she sits down and grabs a small remote, pressing a button turns on some slow music. Naser sits up on the bed and crawls over to me, wasting no time he grabs my boxers and pulls them down. I hear Naomi let out a gasp as my cock springs up to half-mast. He reaches out a hand and touches it lightly, slowly moving his hand up and down. I rip open the condom wrapper and hear a “Tsk” from Naomi. I glance at her, she frowns, holds up a fist, and moves it back and forth in front of her mouth. Naser lets out a small groan before grabbing my dick and pressing the tip against his lips, the blush on his face darkens as he slowly starts to take it into his mouth. I shudder, his tongue slowly wraps around me as he takes me deeper and deeper into his maw. I slowly start to thrust back and forth as he bobs his head up and down, picking up the pace little by little. Naomi lets out a few coo’s as she starts touching herself, watching me and Naser intently. As the speed picks up I feel the pressure building, another ping of regret spreads through me. I glance down past Naser’s head and see him rubbing himself through the thin fabric of the yoga pants. Screw the regret. I thrust a few more times before reaching my end, I grab his head and slam it onto my member. His hands reflexively come up to my hips as I fill his mouth with jizz, I release him and he falls back onto the bed, mouth still full. He glances at Naomi, seemingly unwilling to swallow. Naomi gives him a nod, and he reluctantly gulps my entire load in one swallow. She lets out a small moan as she watches him, rubbing herself harder through the lace bodysuit, there’s a noticeable wet spot beneath her hand. Naser shifts on the bed, moving closer to the edge and turning over onto his knees. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist, grabbing my cock and rolling the condom on. Naser puts his ass in the air as he pulls down the yoga pants, revealing a bright pink plug and a light pink chastity cage. Naomi nudges me onto the bed, climbing on alongside me. She grabs the bottle of lube and pops the cap, she pulls the plug out with a pop and moan from Naser, and she drips lube onto her fingers. She inserts a few fingers into Naser, causing him to shudder, she lubes him up and moves to the side. I crawl forward on my knees, lining up with his asshole. He gives me one last fearful look before I enter him, he lets out a moan as I push all the way into him. Tears start to form in his eyes as he squeezes Naomi’s hand. Naomi simply sits back and watches, moving her lingerie out of the way and inserting a few fingers into her pussy. I speed up a little, grabbing Naser's other arm and pulling him up, he uses the other arm to keep himself balanced. As we get faster his moans get louder and louder, and at some point, he just devolves into random noises. I sit back and pull him down onto my cock, resulting in a girly moan from both him and Naomi. “You like human dick huh?” I ask as I start to bounce him on my dick. “Ssssshut up. Skinnie fuck.” He manages to get out through his moans. “Come on Naser just admit it, you love this skinnie dick, don’t you. Love having this caveman fuck you raw.” He tightens up as the chastity cage drips onto the sheets. I arrive at my bursting point, deciding to give Naomi one last show. I lift Naser by the thighs and slam him down a few times, causing him to scream out in pleasure. I look over to Naomi, she’s sweating just as much as me and Naser, frantically rubbing her pussy. Finally, at my limit I pick Naser up and bring him as high as I can, grabbing both his arms and pulling him down on my cock. All three of us moan at once as we reach climax together, Naser spraying out ropes of cum from his cage and Naomi arching her back and soaking the sheets. As I pull out I look Naser in the eyes, tears streaming down his face as he pants. I pull off the condom and pour its contents over him, coating his face with cum. Naomi lets out a satisfied sigh as she watches me coat her boyfriend in my seed. We sit in silence for a while, catching our breaths. *Knock Knock* “Naomi? Can you come to the door please?” oh fuck… Naomi’s face goes pale as she stands up from the chair. “Be right there Mom!” … “You like it?” I ask as Fang and I walk down the street, away from the jewelry store. “Like it? I love it!” She says as she clutches the necklace in her hand, the amber-colored gemstone shining brightly in the sunlight. She puts the necklace on and turns to me, a giant grin spreads across her face. I come to a stop and take in the beautiful girl in front of me. “You look amazing sweet-tooth.” I say as I run a hand through her hair. She blushes and giggles, slugging me in the arm “You’re such a dweeb!” She grabs my hand and we continue our walk. Laying her head against me she sighs “I really appreciate it though, it is gorgeous. I’m surprised you even had the money to buy this thing!” My blood runs cold from her words, she notices my tension and looks up at me. “What’s wrong Anon?” [NOTES] lol. lmao. [NOTES] 2: A Soul For A Sole Summary: Anon requests a footjob, gets more than he bargained for. Fang stares ahead blankly, not blinking, not moving. An awkward smile is plastered on my face as I slowly dampen from cold sweat. About a minute passes before I finally speak up. “...Fang?” Her eyes slowly move up to meet mine. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I reassure her. “I’ve just been thinking about it is all.” She blinks a few times and slowly nods. “Alright.” “Yeah, it’s no big deal see? I just thought I would ask.” “I mean alright I’ll do it.” “Oh…” “You’re going to have to make it up to me though.” She smiles “You get a footjob, and I get to peg you. Deal?” Any and all hope I had of getting my prize is dashed at the mention of “pegging”. “I uhh… I’m not sure I could handle that Fang. I’ve never done something like that.” “Well I’ve never had someone fuck my feet before either, but here I am willing to let you do it.” She steps a little closer and presses herself against me. “Come on, I’m sure it’ll be fun. I’ll give you a footjob and then we can try out the strap-on.” She hasn’t stopped smiling since she mentioned pegging. “Why don’t we give each other some time to think about it?” I struggle to say as she pushes herself up against me. “Take all the time you need to come to terms, I’ll be waiting.” She spins around and walks into the kitchen. I let out a small sigh and sit down on the bed. Millions of thoughts run through my head, trying to find some way out of this stalemate. Fang returns from the kitchen and sits down in the desk chair. A smile STILL on her face. “I’m waiting for an answer dweeb.” I glance up at her, the smug look she’s wearing makes my stomach turn. Honestly, at this point, I’m starting to worry she’s just gonna tie me up and- “I GOT IT” I dart up from the bed. “What if we just did normal weird stuff. Like the handcuffs and the latex and all that, but WITHOUT the pegging?” “The whole point was the pegging, not BDSM.” “I know… but will you take it as a substitute? I’ll let you have all the control, I just want a footjob.” Fang sits for a second, her tail slowly starting to swing back and forth. “Alright, deal. But I do have to go out and pick some sexytime things.” She stands up and grabs her phone from her desk. “I’ll be back after a little while.” “Alright, you need me to call a cab or something?” I ask as she walks towards the door. “Nope! Be back soon!” She walks out the door and shuts it behind her. I wait for a few seconds as I listen to her walk down the hallway. …She’s gone. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HELL YEAH! I prance around the apartment like a man who won the lottery. To be honest, I feel like I have. All the worry I might have had disappears as I collapse back onto the bed. … As I sit on the floor next to my bed playing xrox there’s a knock at the door. I get up and check the peephole. Fang stands outside, hands full of shopping bags. I open the door and try to grab a bag for her but she pulls it away. “Nuh uh dweeb, you aren’t getting a peak until I say so.” She says with a smirk. She carries the bags to the closet, setting one down causing the sound of clunking metal. Another one gets tied up and wrapped in a stray shirt, she really doesn’t want me to see what’s in it. There’s one smaller bag that she lays on the table. It’s clearer than the others and I can see lube and a small box of condoms through the plastic. As I turn back to look at her she gives me a small smirk, walking up and wrapping her arms around me. “Let’s go out to eat somewhere tonight, then we can come back and have a little fun. What do you think?” “Sounds great sweet-tooth, any idea of where you’d like to go?” I ask as I place my hands on her hips. “I have an idea.” … We decided to stop at Fangs house for a change of clothes. As I walk through the door my stomach ties in knots. Naser stands in the middle of the house, staring down at his phone. "What's up retard? Fang calls out from behind me. He glances our way and does a double take when he sees me, "Uhh hey Fang... Anon...". He turns around and heads up the stairs with a worried expression, as he climbs the stairs I notice him pulling his shirt down to over his crotch. I knew you liked it you fag. "Hmm?" SHIT "Nothing, you gonna go grab those clothes?" "Yep! I'll be back in a second." Fang walks up the stairs and I take a seat on the couch. I glance around the room just to make sure Ripley isn't hiding in plain sight. ...He isn't. I let out a sigh as I pull out my phone, waiting for Fang to finish changing. I hear a thud and a door slam upstairs before Fang comes stomping down the stairs. "What's wrong? Something happen up there?" She turns to me with a deadpan look, but quickly lets out a sigh and smiles. "No, I'm just... a little nervous is all." "Oh okay..." She twists around and yells up the stairs "COME ON FAGGOT I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" "WOAH what was that about?" I ask, 'faggot' isn't something I've heard her call Naser before, and given what happened a few days ago... Naser comes stomping down the stairs with keys in his hand, he walks right past us heading for the door. As we walk to the car I ask Fang about what happened, she tells me she asked Naser for a ride and he refused so she's forcing him to drive us. In the car I notice Naser's eyes are red, maybe Fang was a little too hard on him. ... Dinner isn’t anything special, but compared to microwave meals and the garbage served at Volcano High it’s marvelous. Something does seem a little off with Fang though, before we stopped at her house she seemed excited for this evening, but now she seems disinterested. “Something wrong?” I ask as I watch her poke at her food. She takes a second to register my question before looking up at me. “Hmm? Oh, no nothing's wrong. Just not really hungry is all” She gives a small smile as she pushes away her plate. “You should get finished eating though, you have a big night ahead of you.” She doesn’t need to tell me twice, I scarf down the rest of my plate and flag the waiter. We pay for dinner and walk out of the restaurant, I grab my phone and call up a cab. As we sit and wait Fang studies the gemstone necklace I bought her a couple days ago. She's been really attached to it, but every time I see her hold it a bit of guilt resurfaces. I can never tell her how I got the money for it. The cab pulls up and we climb in, the driver is the same as usual. "Where are you two lovebirds going tonight?" He asks before taking a sip from his coffee cup. "Home, we're just gonna hang-" "We're gonna go fuck" Fang chimes in. I stare at Fang in disbelief as the cab driver chokes on his coffee. ... We walk through the apartmartment door and head straight for the bedroom, Fang grabs the uncovered bag from the closet and walks into the bathroom as I take a seat on the bed. I pull my shirt and socks off, leaving just my pants and boxers on. I hear clothes rustling and metal clanking coming from the bathroom, as well as a squeaking sound. The bathroom door finally swings open, and Fand steps out. She’s wearing a black latex bodysuit that exposes her breasts and has an opening in her groin showing off a pair of red lace panties. She struts up to me and gives me a kiss, sliding her tongue into my mouth. She continues the kiss as she brings a pair of handcuffs from around her back and locks my hands up. She pulls away and steps back over to the closet, reaching in and grabbing the bag wrapped with a shirt. She brings the bag up to the bed and sets it down beside it. She pulls out a red ball gag and places it around my head, pulling it tight. My own words ring in my ears, “I’ll let you have all the control, I just want a footjob.” She grabs my arm and pulls me up from the bed, turning me around and making me sit on the floor. She pushes me onto my back and pulls my legs up as she sits down in between them. She bends down and undoes my pants and pulls them off, causing the bulge in my boxers to rise slightly. She locks eyes with me as she loops a finger in the elastic and pulls them down slowly, finally releasing my manhood. I moan through the gag as she slowly strokes up and down. She stops once I reach full mast, sitting back and leaning over to the desk, grabbing the bottle of lube. She pours the contents onto my cock and fully lubricates it, finally ready to begin. She lifts her legs and places her feet on each side of my dick, slowly stroking up and down with both sides of her feet. I moan again as she continues to jerk me off. She takes turns between rubbing and stroking, the pressure slowly building inside me. When I start to tense she stops, quickly getting down on the floor on top of me, moving herself up until we’re face to face. She bends her legs and brings her feet up to my cock again, resuming the footjob. She peppers my face in kisses as she strokes faster and faster, orgasm on the horizon. With one last stroke, she brings her feet down, causing me to moan. Thick strings of cum shoot up into the air and land across her back. We both sigh as she stands up and walks to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wiping herself off. I lay on the floor with my eyes closed, still recovering. I hear her walk over to the bag and reach for something inside, I don’t bother watching, probably just the keys to these cuffs. When I hear velcro and something click I open them, glancing down at Fang. Around her waist is a harness, and attached to the harness is a dildo. She grabs her phone from the desk and drops to her knees over me. A smile slowly forming on her face. I try to speak through the gag but she doesn’t listen, instead, she reaches a hand under my flank and turns me over onto my stomach. She lays the phone under my face and unlocks it, a paused video appears on the screen. She leans in and whispers into my ear. “I wondered where you got all that money from, didn’t bother filling me in did you?” My heart beats like crazy as she presses the play button, the video clicks on and shows a curtain surrounded by purple and red lights. I instantly recognize the room, the one I plowed Naser in while Naomi watched. "I walked past Naser's door and heard your voice, I cracked the door and saw him jerking it to this video on his laptop." She stands up and walks over to the desk. "He broke down and explained everything, Naomi's cuckold fetish, the offer they made you, and the pounding you gave him." shitshitshitshitshitshit I hear the lube bottle open behind me as the video goes on, I slowly turn my head to see Fang lubing up the dildo between her legs. "I guess now you'll know how Naser felt getting his ass filled. Try not to moan like a girl." She says with a giggle. [NOTES] i need to go outside [/NOTES] 3: How does it feel? 2 weeks later. My phone chimes in my pocket, and a text from Fang appears on the screen. ‘Master: talked with naomi, she didnt want to at first but she said yes ;v’ A small shiver goes down my spine as I tap out a quick reply and pocket my phone. It’s been hell for the last couple of weeks, Fang becoming a full-on dominatrix and keeping me on a leash (literally in some cases) has me on high alert 24/7. First the pegging thing, the first time was as awful as I imagined it would be, but the countless times afterward have numbed me. Then there’s the whole ‘Master’ thing. Fang made me agree to let her do basically whatever she wants to me, in exchange for her not leaving me. I’m slowly starting to regret my decision. At least she’s eased up on me a little over the last two weeks. At first, she wouldn’t let me go anywhere without her there with me, keeping me on a dog leash the entire time. I couldn’t eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, ANYTHING without her permission. I guess she got tired of that pretty quick though, now she only breaks out the leash when she gets angry with me. I’ll never forget the look Ripley gave me when his daughter walked me into his house with a collar and leash on. Thankfully her wrath isn’t all dumped onto me, in fact, my punishments will all pale in comparison to Naser’s. Speaking of Naser’s punishment, that text I got earlier means that later tonight Fang and I will be going over to Naomi’s house. Fang told me she wants all of us to have a talk, normally this would be calming, but the look in her eyes when she told me did the exact opposite. Honestly, I was surprised that Naomi didn’t run away after her mom came home early the day I made good on our agreement, but apparently, she got off pretty much scot-free. We won’t have to worry about them today though, they left Naomi to care for the house while they go on a weekend getaway. This was in Naomi’s favor though, I doubt Fang would have cared if Naomi’s parents were standing in front of her while they discussed things. I doubt this will ever truly get resolved, Fang still seems pretty adamant about being my ‘Master’, and Naser still can’t look my way without popping a boner. If I could go back and stop myself from accepting the money I would in a heartbeat. I could’ve just saved up to buy those xrox games, probably could’ve saved up until Christmas to buy Fang’s necklace too. But $500 is $500, and Fang does look cute with that necklace on. … As we walk up the driveway to Naomi’s house the pit in my stomach deepens, one reason for this is the fact Fang keeps giggling to herself. She’s been giggling the entire time we’ve been walking as a matter of fact. And the second reason is that she’s got a strip of condoms in her pocket. I don’t think she knows I saw them, if she does she hasn’t mentioned it. But right before we left I used the bathroom, and when I turned around to close the door I saw her grab a strip from the box on the floor. Why she has them, I don’t know. Who’s getting fucked today, I’m scared to find out. The door opens before we even reach the porch… huh? Naomi opens the door and peers out around the frame, her face is almost completely red. As Fang and I step up and walk into the house after her, I realize she’s wearing the lingerie from my last visit. We make our way through the house and up the stairs towards Naomi’s room. Fang turns to me and makes a ‘shush’ sign with her finger as we make it to the door. Naomi pushes the door open and walks inside, Fang puts a hand on my back and pushes me in front of her while she slowly shuts the door. The inside of the room is basically the same, with red and purple lights and all. The main difference is Naser being muzzled, handcuffed, and blindfolded sitting on Naomi’s chair. He’s wearing the same wig as last time but now he has on a tight-fitting white shirt, pink skirt, and some white and pink striped programmer socks. He’s also wearing the chastity cage again, obviously, some teasing has been going on, as there's a small wet spot between his legs from the cage dripping onto the chair. I can see Fang physically gag at the sight, while I stand and take note of something strange, there’s a faint buzzing noise in the room. Fang grabs my arm and walks us over to the side of Naser, out of his peripheral view. The buzzing is louder now, and I can easily track its source. It’s coming from him. She gives Naomi a nod, who in response, pulls the blindfold off of him. He lets out a sigh and shifts slightly in the chair, not noticing Fang and me. She walks up to him and bends down her face inches away from his. She gives him an apathetic look, before reaching a hand up and turning his head. Fang bends down at the same time, putting her hands down on the couch for support. Naser keeps his eyes on Naomi until the last second, until finally he looks forward, and stares right into the eyes of his sister. He flinches like a bitch, jumping a few inches in his seat and letting out a muffled scream. He brings his arms up to cover his face and moves a leg over the other to cover his crotch. Naomi stands back, putting her hands behind her back and dropping her tail between her legs. “What’s wrong Naser?” Fang says with a mocking tone. “Didn’t expect me to come and ruin your special time?” Naser hyperventilates as he tries to cover as much of himself as possible, Fang stands up straight and walks around him not breaking eye contact. I feel a small tug on my arm, I turn to see that Naomi has made her way over to me. She looks up from the ground and meets my eyes, with a wince of what looks like pain, she grabs my head and pulls me in for a kiss. I’m taken aback at first, glancing at Fang and holding my arms out to make sure she knows I didn’t initiate this. She looks over to us and calls out. “I didn’t tell you two to start!” What? Naser glances over to us and lets out a few muffled noises, he tries to stand but gets pushed back down into the seat by Fang. “OH NO YOU DON’T.” She moves her face close to his again. “You’re gonna sit back and watch, cuckboy. Hope you enjoy the show.” She turns around and sits on the arm of the chair, giving Naomi and me a nod. Oh… Ohhhhhh. So this is Naser’s punishment? Naomi steps up to me again, pushing herself up against me as we kiss, and I bring my hands down to her hips in response. We slowly move towards the bed, still locked in the kiss. Once we reach the bed Naomi climbs on, sitting on her knees in front of me. She glances over to Naser one last time before grabbing the bottom of my shirt, and pulling it up and off. She reaches into my pants and undoes the button, allowing them to slide off. And finally, biting her lip, she grabs both sides of my boxers and gives them a pull, revealing my half-mast member. Naomi slowly lowers her head and plants a kiss on my cock, causing Naser to let out a cry. “Roll over.” She complies, laying down and rolling over onto her back. I lean forward and rest my hands on either side of her as I lower my dick to her face. She opens and takes it into her mouth, letting out a muffled moan. As I slowly begin pumping in and out I notice a square shape in her cleavage, I reach a hand into her lingerie and move it down past her breast. I pull out a small black remote, the two buttons read “Vibration” and “Massaging”, and the lights underneath the buttons show both are only at half speed. I look over to Fang, holding the remote in my hand and shrugging, Fang shugs back. Naomi reaches up and grabs the remote from my hand, turning it towards Naser and pressing both buttons. Naser responds with a moan, shifting in his seat as he turns his head away. The buzzing sound, the remote, and Naser’s reaction clue me into what that remote is to, he’s got a plug-in. I look at the remote again, 3/4ths power. I’ll keep this in mind. I resume the facefucking, one hand holding myself up and the other on Naomi’s crotch. Again, I fill Naomi's mouth, and again she moans. Finally, I reach climax, I slam down and fill her mouth with my seed. She takes it all, pulling away and sitting up on her knees. She swallows it all and leaves her mouth hanging open while she pants. I take a step back and look over to Fang, is this enough of a punishment? She looks up from her phone and glances between Naomi and me. I hear Naomi shift on the bed next to me. She looks back down at her phone. Are we not- In an instant I’m pulled onto the bed, landing on my back. Naomi straddles me, somehow completely absent from the garment she had on a minute ago. She reaches down and lines her entrance with my cock. I grab her hips and pull down, entering her as we both let out a moan. Surprisingly there’s a third moan in the air, I glance over to Naser, who now has his attention on us. “Come on you skinnie bastard.” Naomi says a look of annoyance spread across her reddening face. I respond by pulling down on her hips, entering deeper into her cunt. Another moan escapes her as she pulls herself up again. The skin on scale plaps reverberate through the room as we continue, picking up speed little by little. Eventually, Naomi can’t lift herself up anymore so we switch positions, I lay her on her back and lift her legs up onto my shoulders. I continue to pound away, her moans getting louder and louder. I pick her legs up and position myself over her in a mating press, bringing myself down and filling her cunt. Causing her to scream in pleasure. “You love this dick… don’t you Naomi.” I ask, staring into her eyes as she struggles to form a sentence. “YES... I FUCKING.. LOVE IT.” “More than… anything else… right.” “MORE THAN ANYTHING” I put everything I have into these last few thrusts, finally reaching climax. I feel Naomi tense as she lets out a scream. “I’M COMING… ANON!” … As I bend down and pick up my shirt, Fang comes over and nudges me with her thigh. I look up and meet her eyes. She gives me a soft smile and gestures toward the door. We begin to walk out but I turn to look at Naomi and Naser. Naomi sets a towel down on the chair and takes a seat, while Naser sits on the bed with his head in his hands. “C’mon.” I hear Fang call from the hallway. I lock eyes with Naomi one last time before turning around and joining Fang in the hallway. “So… this was the plan for Naser’s punishment?” I ask. “Mhm… Figured I should give him a taste of his own medicine.” Fang says with a neutral face. “...What now?” She turns to me as we reach the sidewalk. “Now we use the rest of that money you have.” She says with a smile. She reaches a hand into her pocket and pulls out the leach, attaching it to my collar. “Let's hope the aquarium allows pets.”