Chapter 5: Chloe's liberation
The taxi ride was short. Chloe sat in the back with Rory, but though there was room Rory told Robbie to get in the front. Rory’s hand high on her bare thigh, his thumb making slow circles then he pulled Chloe toward him and gave her along lingering kiss on the mouth. Robbie stared out the window at the passing hotels, his jaw tight. Rory reached his hand up and cupped and squeezed Chloe's breast. "Wow, you have really pert tits"
The hotel suite was a simple 3 star affair. a bit of noise and music from the bar. Rory paid the driver and Chloe took him by the hand leading him to their room. Robbie hesitated. "C'mon mate." Rory called to him
"We've got some vodka and mixer in the little fridge," said Chloe, suddenly nervous as they entered.
"Excellent." said Rory. "Will you do the honours, Robbie.
"Sure," he responded and grabbed a couple of glasses and started pouring drinks. Rory put his arm round Chloe's waist and pulled him towards him.
"Come here," he said to her. When Robbie turned back Chloe was locked in an embrace with Rory being kissed. Robbie passed them drinks
“Sit down, Robbie,” Rory said, his voice calm, conversational, pointing to the bed, not a suggestion. Robbie obeyed, perching on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped between his knees.
Rory sat next to him and leaned back. The main lights were off, only a bedside lamp and the moon cast a silver-blue wash over her skin. She stood trembling, her eyes wide, flitting between the two men.
“You look incredible,” Rory said, his tone softening into a parody of warmth. “I've got my image as you know. Can you take you dress of for us? See how close my mental image is”
Her breath hitched. She looked at Robbie, who just stared, his expression unreadable.
Her hands, slowly, moved to the tiny clip at her shoulder, she felt unsteady. The click was loud in the quiet room. The other strap followed. She closed her eyes for a second, then with a cock of her hip and a cheeky pout let the fabric slither down her body to pool around her gold heels. She stood in just the small of white lace knickers Rory had felt earlier, her breasts pert and high, the small, dark triangle of trimmed hair he’d asked about visible through the delicate lace.
“Fuck,” Robbie breathed out, the word more reflex than thought.
Rory stood. “Gorgeous. ” He stopped behind her, his hands on her bare waist. He looked over her head at Robbie. “You’re a lucky man. Do you tell her how gorgeous she is?”
Robbie nodded, mute.
“Tell her,” Rory instructed.
“You’re… gorgeous, Chlo,” Robbie mumbled, his face flushed.
Rory’s hands slid up, then around to cup her breasts. He weighed them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, which peaked instantly into hard, sensitive buds. Chloe gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder.
“She’s sensitive too,” Rory commented to Robbie, as if discussing the features of a car. He plucked and rolled her nipples between his fingers, and Chloe moaned, a soft, helpless sound. “See that? Are you excited”
“Yes I am,” she gasped and suddenly turned to give him a deep kiss. "I really want to have sex with you."
“You want to fuck? I like a bit of dirty talk.”
"Yes. I want you to fuck me!"
He guided her towards the bed, the crisp white duvet cool under her knees as she climbed onto it. Rory followed, kneeling before her. He kissed her, deep and searching, his tongue claiming her mouth. One hand tangled in her short dark hair, holding her in place, while the other roamed down her back, over the curve of her arse, squeezing firmly before slipping into the back of her knickers. He cupped her bare cheek, his fingers digging in.
Rory broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “Robbie, can you make some room for us, mate?” He moved his hands onto her breasts. “Over on the chair, you'll get a good view.”
He moved onto the chair and saw as Rory put his hand on to the crotch of his girlfriend's knickers. The lamplight caught the slick gleam between her thighs.
Rory’s gaze was fierce, hungry. He looked at Robbie. “You see that? You see how wet your girlfriend is for me already? Look.” He pulled the crotch to one side, "Open your legs, let him see."
"Robbie, I'm really turned on" She gasped, opening her legs to show him.
Robbie’s eyes were glued to the sight, his own discomfort morphing into a stunned, captive fascination.
“Now,” Rory said, turning his attention back to Chloe. She had a few butterflies tattoed on her shapely pelvis. His fingers moved back, parting her folds with a deliberate, slow touch. He rubbed slow circles over her clit, and her whole body jerked, a cry escaping her.
“Oh God…”
“She’s so ready,” Rory muttered, more to himself. He pushed one finger inside her, then two, his eyes watching her face. “Tight. But so wet?”
“Yes,” she panted, hips pushing against his hand. “Please…”
"I want to take your knickers off now. I want to see your pussy. I want to see your wet cunt."
He withdrew his fingers, glistening, and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean without breaking eye contact with her. She quickly pulled them off. "My cunt for you."
"Bloody hell." said Robbie, briefly forgotten. "I never heard you talk like that."
"I never wanted it like this." She replied, not even looking at him.
“Take my trousers off.”
She pushed herself up, hands fumbling with his belt. The leather slid free. The button of his trousers popped. The zip grated in the silence. She pushed the fabric over his hips, letting it fall. His cock, freed from his boxers, sprang out, thick and rigid, the head already flushed dark.
Chloe stared, her lips parted. “It is big,” she murmured, almost in awe. "Bigger,' She continued, briefly looking at Robbie
“Stroke it.”
Her small hand wrapped around the shaft. She stroked tentatively, then with more certainty, feeling the hot, silken skin over the iron-hard core. Acting on an impulse, she leaned forward and licked it away, the salty-bitter taste exploding on her tongue.
Rory groaned, his hand going back to her hair. he lifted her head and kissed her again “Let's make sure Robbie can see properly, come here.”
She hesitated, glancing at Robbie’s horrified, rapt face.
“Now, Chloe.”
The firmness brooked no argument. He stood just in front of Robbie and she followed him, naked apart from his shirt and her just in her sandals.
"Take your cock out, Robbie, play with it. We know you want to, and sitting their just gormlessly staring will make Chloe self conscious." Chloe was getting to her knees, not self conscious at all. She opened her mouth and took his large cock in. "Oh yes," He hissed. You should have seen her in the club, Kissing me, wiggling her arse, letting me touch her, teasing, telling me how she trims her pubes, knowing she'd show me later. Come on Robbie get your cock out."
His eyes, wide and glassy, darted from Rory’s commanding stare to Chloe’s mouth, which was stretched obscenely around the older man’s significantly bigger cock. A tremor ran through his hands where they rested on his knees. Slowly, with clumsy fingers, he fumbled with his own belt buckle.
He pushed the fabric down just enough, his hand slipping inside his boxers to pull himself out. His cock was half-hard, flushed, looking pathetic and small in his own grip compared to the thick shaft currently fucking into his girlfriend’s throat.
“Good boy,” Rory grunted, not looking at him, his gaze locked on the top of Chloe’s head. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, a slick, filthy noise filling the room. “Now watch. She's so good”
Robbie didn’t answer. He just stared, his hand moving slowly on himself, his expression a mask of shame and intense arousal.
Rory’s fingers tightened in Chloe’s dark hair, guiding her pace. “Deeper. Take it all.” She gagged softly, tears springing to her eyes, but she obeyed, forcing herself to take him until her nose pressed into the coarse hair at his base.
He held her there for a long, breathless moment, feeling her throat constrict around him. When he finally allowed her to pull back, a string of saliva and pre-cum connected her swollen lips to his glistening cock-tip. She gasped for air.
“Beautiful,” he grunted, his own breathing ragged. He looked down at her teary, debauched face with genuine approval.
“Kiss your boyfriend,” Rory said to Chloe, his tone casual, instructive. “Give him a really deep kiss so he isn't left out.”
Chloe’s eyes met Robbie’s. She leaned forward, her mouth still wet, and pressed her lips to his. Her tongue pushed past his teeth, delivering the unmistakable, musky salt of another man.
Robbie stiffened, his hands clenching at his sides. The taste was invasive, demeaning. He didn’t pull away.
Chloe broke the kiss first. She looked up at Rory, her expression suddenly vulnerable, a crack in the confident facade. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, though it was unclear to whom she was apologizing. She swallowed hard. “I just… I need a pee.”
“Mmm.... Have you ever peed for anyone?” he asked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. He hadn’t moved from where he stood, his cock still glistening from her mouth.
Chloe blinked, the question so utterly foreign it took a second to land. “What? No. God, no.” A nervous laugh escaped her.
“It’s hot,” Rory stated, as if discussing a proven fact. He took her hand, his grip firm. “Vulnerable. Intimate. I want you to pee for me.” He began leading her towards the ensuite bathroom, a small tiled space just visible through an open door. “Robbie, you stay there.”
Robbie, still with his cock in his hand, gave a jerky nod, his face a blank wall of shock.
Rory pushed the bathroom door fully open but didn’t close it. The light was bright. He guided Chloe into the shower cubicle, the cool porcelain clattering on her high heels. “Squat,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for debate. “Spread your knees. Let me see everything.”
Her heart hammered against her ribs, franticly. This was absurd and bizarre, yet she was insanely arroused. She lowered herself, the muscles in her thighs trembling, and spread her knees wide as he stoo in the door, watching.
“Now,” he said softly. “Relax. Let it go.”
For a long moment, nothing. Then, a hesitant, trickling sound, faint at first, then gaining strength as a hot stream arced down, striking the white shower tray with a loud, steady patter. Her face burned with a shame so acute it felt like fire, but underneath it, a wild thrill pulsed. His eyes on her were intense, studying, consuming this most private act.
The sound seemed enormously loud in the tiled room, unmistakable, and she knew Robbie could hear every second of it from his chair. He squated in front of her, leaned in to kiss her passionately. She kissed him back. "Oh God..this is so hot!" she panted.
He reached round and pulled her toward him. The sound changed. "You're doing it on my hard cock now". He simply said to her. The stream slowed, then stopped, leaving her breathless and exposed, a shimmer of moisture on her inner thighs.
Rory didn’t speak. He simply offered her a hand, pulling her upright . He reached past her, turned on the cold shower for a brief second, rinsing the tray clean, the sound masking her shaky exhale. Then he guided her back into the bedroom.
Robbie hadn’t moved. His cock was fully hard, standing stiff against his stomach, his hand gripped around it, stroking slowly as he stared at them. Rory turned his head towards him. “Did you like hearing that,? Hearing your Chloe piss for me?"
Robbie’s stroking hand faltered. “Yes,” he rasped, the word torn from him.
“Good.” Rory walked Chloe back to the center of the room, his demeanour shifting back to command. “On the bed, Chloe. Legs wide. I want you to display your cunt to me."
She obeyed without hesitation now, the last vestiges of shyness gone. She lay back, her throat taut as she arched slightly and let her knees fall apart.
Rory stood at the edge of the bed then knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, his shoulders nudging her thighs wider. “You look different to Sarah.”
At the mention of his wife Chloe felt a thrill of the forbidden. She opened her legs wider. "How?"
"Her lips are more pouty, especially when she's excited. You less so, and your outer pussy is more puffy."
"Do you like it?"
Rather than answer he hands slid beneath her, cupping the full curve of her arse, tilting her pelvis up towards his mouth. She whimpered, a high, thin sound of anticipation. He didn’t kiss her. He leaned in and inhaled deeply, his nose brushing her skin.
Then his tongue, broad and flat, swiped up the entire length of her. The contact was electric. Chloe cried out, her hands grabbing the duvet. With long, slow, thorough strokes, his tongue pressing insistently against her clit before plunging down to coat itself in her wetness. He was methodical, cleaning every trace of urine from her skin, the act so obscenely intimate it felt more violating than any fuck. Yet with each pass, a searing pleasure built, coiling tight in her belly.
“Oh fuck, Rory… oh God…” she babbled, her hips beginning to rock minutely against his face.
He speared his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, tasting her deeply before withdrawing to focus on her swollen clit. He sucked it into his mouth, applying a rhythmic, relentless pressure that made her back bow off the bed.
“He's licking my cunt!” she shouted, the crude word empowering her. “ My clit! Oh God, Robbie It's so good!”
Chloe forced her head to turn, her vision bleary with pleasure. Robbie was staring, his hand a frantic piston on his cock. “He’s… he’s licking my pussy,” she panted. “He’s eating me out. His tongue is inside me".
Rory hummed his approval against her, the vibration shooting straight to her core. His hands tightened on her arse, his fingers splaying. Then, one hand drifted back, a single fingertip circling the tight, forbidden pucker of her arsehole.
She froze, a jolt of surprise cutting through the pleasure. “Wha…?”
“Relax,” he grunted, not ceasing the maddening suction on her clit. His finger, slick with her own juices, pressed insistently. It was a slow, burning invasion. For a second, she stiffened, a gasp of discomfort caught in her throat.
Then he crooked his finger slightly, brushing a hidden, incredible spot inside her at the same moment his tongue lashed her clit in a rapid flutter.
The discomfort melted, transmuted into a shocking, deep bolt of white-hot pleasure. Her eyes flew wide. “Oh! fuck! Yes! There… right there!”
“Tell him!” Rory growled, working his finger deeper, now moving it in a slow, in-out rhythm that mirrored the thrusts of his tongue.
“He's fingering my bum!” she screamed, the words tearing from her, raw and unfiltered. “His finger in my arse!”
She was babbling, screaming, every filthy thought given voice. “Jesus that's so good keep licking me, please, keep going!”
Across the Robbie made a choked sound, his movements becoming jerky, desperate.
The dual sensations were overwhelming, a feedback loop of exquisite tension. Rory was relentless. The coil in her abdomen wound tighter, tighter, a spring compressed to its limit. Her shouts became wordless, a crescendo of moans and shrieks. The room, the world, narrowed to the points where his mouth and finger connected to her body.
“I’m going to cum!” she screamed, a final, frantic warning. “I’'m going to come on your face, Oh god , I’m coming!”
The climax detonated. It wasn’t a wave; it was a seizure. Her body locked, every muscle straining taut as a bowstring. Then the shaking began, violent, uncontrollable tremors, her pussy pulsing violently around his tongue, her arse clenching rhythmically on his buried finger.
"Aarrghhh!' She clamped her legs together and seemed to go into meltdown. Slowly, the tremors subsided into faint aftershocks. She collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air. A thin, blissful smile touched her swollen lips.
A thin, blissful smile touched her swollen lips. Her chest rose and fell in deep, ragged pulls as the last tremors of her orgasm faded from her thighs. The room came back into focus.
She turned her head slowly her eyes finding Robbie still in the chair. His face was slick with sweat, his knuckles white where he gripped his erect cock, his strokes slow and deliberate. He was staring at the wet, glistening proof of her climax between her legs, his face blank.
“Robbie,” she said, her voice husky and raw from screaming. She propped herself up on her elbows, letting him see everything. “Are you enjoying watching?”
He swallowed, a hard click in his throat. His hand stopped moving. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Tell me.”
“I’m enjoying it.” His voice laced with a desperate shame. “I’m enjoying watching you cum.”
"I never cum like that with you." She said simply.
"No." He said.
Chloe held his gaze for a long, challenging second, then turned her body towards Rory. He was kneeling between her legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock jutting thick and hard. She reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his hot, solid shaft, feeling the insistent throb of his pulse within it.
She looked up at his face, hungry. “I want you to fuck me,” she said, the words clear and demanding. “I want your big cock inside me. I want you to fuck me while Robbie watches.”
He didn’t need further invitation. He moved over her, his weight settling onto her, pressing her into the mattress. The head of his cock nudged against her swollen entrance. He paused there, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp, teasing them both.
“Look at him,” Rory grunted, his eyes locked on hers. “Watch his face while I enter your pussy.”
She turned her head, her cheek against the duvet. Robbie was frozen, his own forgotten cock wilting slightly in his hand, his mouth agape. Rory pushed forward, a slow, inexorable invasion that burned with full, stretching intensity. Chloe cried out, a sharp, guttural sound as he filled her, deeper and thicker than anything she’d ever known.
“Fuck,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh fuck, it’s so deep.”
Rory began to move, short firm thrusts that knocked the breath from her lungs. The sound was obscene: the wet slap of skin on skin, the squlshing from her wetness, her ragged cries. He fucked her with a controlled, rhythmic violence, each drive hitting a spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
“Your girlfriend’s cunt feels so good,” Rory growled, his pace increasing. “Chloe, tell him how my cock feels.”
“It’s… it’s so big,” she sobbed, her body jolting with each thrust. “It feels massive, Robbie! He’s so deep inside me!”
Robbie made a wounded animal noise, his hand resuming its frantic pace on his own cock, his eyes glassy and fixed on the junction of their bodies.
Rory shifted, hooking his arms under her knees and forcing them back towards her shoulders, opening her impossibly wider. The angle changed, and he plunged into a devastating new depth. Chloe screamed, her body bowing off the bed.
“That’s it,” Rory choked, his control fracturing. “You're a sexy, dirty girl. I love fucking you.”
His thrusts became erratic, brutal pistons. His hips slapped against her upturned arse with a sound like a damp drum. The room dissolved into a sweat-slicked, grunting frenzy of motion. Chloe was mindless, reduced to a whimpering, clawing animal beneath him, overstimulated and vibrating with raw sensation.