Chapter 3: Secret Observer
Evan watched from the shadowed hallway, his breath caught in his throat. Luna guided Chloe to the worn couch, her fingers trailing down the other woman’s arm. “Just relax,” Luna purred, her wide mouth curling into a smile as she unfastened Chloe’s jeans. Ben stood over them, a lazy grin on his face as he watched Luna’s hands work. “She’s nervous,” Luna said, not looking up as she tugged the denim over Chloe’s hips. “Look at her, Ben.” Chloe’s small breasts trembled with a shallow breath. “Ever been with a couple before?” Ben asked, his voice a low rumble as he knelt before the couch. Chloe shook her head, her black hair sticking to her damp forehead. “It’s easy,” Luna whispered, leaning in to bite Chloe’s earlobe. “You just take whatever we give you.” Ben’s thick fingers hooked into the sides of Chloe’s panties and pulled them down with a rough jerk. He exhaled sharply, his eyes on the dark patch of hair between her legs. “Not bad,” he muttered, a dismissive tone that made Chloe flinch. Luna’s hand snaked between Chloe’s thighs, her fingers probing without ceremony. “She’s already wet,” Luna announced, holding her glistening fingers up for Ben to see. He grunted, unbuckling his belt. “Open your mouth,” he told Chloe, not asking. Her lips parted, and he guided the thick, blunt head of his cock between them, his other hand fisting in her hair. Luna watched, her green eyes glittering, as she pinched and pulled at her own sagging breast. A low, choking sound came from Chloe’s throat as Ben pushed forward. “That’s it,” Luna cooed, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “Just a warm-up for what’s next.” Evan’s hand was already inside his own pants, his thin length hard and desperate in his palm, as he watched Chloe’s jaw strain.
Ben shoved deeper, the swollen crown of his cock battering the back of her throat. “Take it, you stupid bitch,” he growled, his hips pistoning with a brutal rhythm that choked her cries into wet, gagging rasps. Luna laughed, a bright, melodic sound that twisted in Evan’s gut as she traced a finger along Chloe’s trembling jawline.
Chloe’s eyes bulged, tears streaming as her body convulsed, and a violent, helpless retch shook her frame. Her throat spasmed around him, expelling a slick, sour burst of vomit that dripped down his shaft and onto the couch. Ben pulled out, his thick cock glistening with saliva and bile, and slapped it against her heaving cheek. “Fucking disgusting,” he muttered, but his expression was one of pure, arrogant satisfaction.
Chloe gasped for air, her chest heaving, strings of sick on her chin. Yet her gaze, bleary and desperate, remained fixed on the monstrous thing in front of her. “It’s… so big,” she croaked, a perverse awe in her broken voice. “Please, I can adjust, just give it to me again.”
Luna clapped her hands together in delight. “See? She’s a natural.” Ben grinned, fisting Chloe’s hair again. “You wanna swallow it clean this time?” He didn’t wait for an answer, jamming himself back into her ruined mouth, the obscene, wet sounds of effort and violation filling the room. Evan’s own hand moved faster, his own inadequacy a sharp stone in his chest as he witnessed this raw commerce of degradation and desire.