Chapter 9: Chris returns
Later, Chris returns to his apartment with food, receiving a warm return from Maria and Emily. As he holds the bag of take-out, Maria gets off his worn-down couch and gives him a hug, pressing her bare body and tits against his, lingering for a moment too long, as if to send a signal to him. Emily does the same.
Chris holds up the bags of take-out. "
I got us some Chinese food. I thought it would be a nice change from the... usual." Maria and Emily exchange a glance, then turn back to Chris. "Oh, I was thinking more like essentials, like bread and milk," Maria says, her voice tinged with disappointment. "Sorry, I should have asked first," Chris replies, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'll go out again if you want." Emily waves off his apology, giving him a reassuring smile. "No, it's okay. Chinese food sounds good. It's been a stressful day, and a change of pace is nice." They settle onto Chris's worn-down couch, the three of them sitting close together, their bodies nearly touching. Chris leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "So, you guys locked your apartments before you came over, right?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.
Maria's lips press into a thin line, her eyes flicking to the closed door before meeting Chris's gaze once more. "No, I didn't lock it," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "The National Guard was already in the hallway by the time I realized what was happening. They ripped out the locks on all the women's doors. Said it was to ensure full access and compliance." Emily shudders, her arms wrapping around herself as if to seal away the memory. "They did the same to my door," she adds, her voice quavering with fear. "Said it was for our own protection. To make sure we were always available to, you know, serve our country." Chris's jaw clenches, his brows furrowing in anger. "That's fucked up," he growls, his hands curling into fists.
Just then, Maria turns towards the TV, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Hey, what's going on over there?" she asks, her eyes widening as she sees the President on the screen, completely naked, taking questions from reporters while being fucked from behind. Emily turns to look as well, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "Oh my god," she whispers, her eyes wide with disbelief. Maria lets out a rude bark of laughter, her eyes sparkling with a mix of shock and amusement. "Is this for real?" she asks, her voice laced with disbelief. "I mean, what the actual fuck?!"
Chris felt a jolt of arousal as he watched the President on the screen, her naked body writhing while she was fucked from behind. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, yet he couldn't tear his eyes away. Maria, noticing his reaction, turned to face him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice low and sultry. "It seems someone's getting turned on." She leaned in closer, her hand reaching out to unbuckle his belt.
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As she did so, Emily's eyes flicked to Maria, a momentary hesitation in her gaze. But Maria, seeing this, encouraged her, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Come on, Emily," she said, her voice low and sultry. "It's only fair that he gets naked like the rest of us. Besides, it's not like we have a choice, not with the new rules." Emily looked at her for a moment, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire, before she turned back to Chris. Emboldened by Maria's encouragement, she reached out, her hands deftly unzipping his pants. Chris watched the two women before him, his breath hitching in his throat as he realized what was happening. He was hard, his cock already straining against his boxers, eager for release.
Maria's hand reached inside, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, her thumb brushing against the tip. "Mmm, looks like someone was thinking about this all along," she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. Emily, emboldened by Maria's actions, reached out to cup his balls, her fingers gently squeezing and kneading. Chris let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering closed as he reveled in their touch. Suddenly, his belt was yanked out of its loops, the sound of leather against metal echoing through the room. He opened his eyes just in time to see it fly across the room, landing with a thud against the wall. Emily, with a mischievous grin, yanked down his pants and boxers, his cock springing free, bouncing gently against his stomach.
"You can't pretend like you didn't want to fuck us for years, Chris," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "You know the new rules, make us pregnant and all." Her eyes sparkled with a mix of challenge and desire as she looked up at him, her hand wrapping around his shaft, her fingers barely able to meet.
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Maria, seeing her opening, pushed him back onto the couch, her body following him down until she was straddling him, her legs spread wide. "Don't play coy, Chris," she said, her voice low and husky. "We both know you've been imagining this for years. Now, it's time to make those fantasies a reality." She reached down, her fingers grabbing his cock, her eyes widening as she felt its size and hardness.
"Looks like someone's already ready for action." She positioned him at her entrance, her hips lowering onto him slowly, inch by inch, her breath hitching as she took him in.
Chris's breath hitched as well, his hands instinctively reaching for Maria's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Wait," he said, his voice a whispered plea. "This is too fast. We shouldn't—."
Maria cut him off with a sharp laugh, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at him. "Too fast? Chris, this is the new world. Consent is gone, baby. It's all about survival now. And if I don't get pregnant soon, who knows what they'll do to me.
So, let's get this party started, shall we?" With that, Maria began to ride Chris, her warm, wet pussy enveloping his cock completely. Chris groaned, his hands instinctively grabbing her hips, his eyes locked onto her bouncing tits. A week ago, he would have thought Maria was untouchable, her tight little ass and tits in clothes that were always a size too small. Now, she was riding his cock, her clothes permanently gone, her tits bouncing with every movement, her mouth open in a mix of pleasure and command.
"You better get used to this, Chris," Maria panted, her hips moving faster, her pussy tightening around him. "Your cock better be ready for me every day." Chris's eyes widened, his hands gripping her hips tighter, the reality of their situation sinking in. Maria leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest, her eyes locked onto his. "Get ready for Emily's hot pussy next." Emily gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, but she nodded in compliance, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. Chris reached out, his hand finding hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay, Emily," he said softly, his voice filled with comfort.
"I've got you." Emily nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. Chris leaned back, his hands gripping Maria's hips tighter. She was moving faster now, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. "You like that, don't you, Chris?" she taunted, her voice playful. "You've been jerking off to this fantasy for years, haven't you?" Chris's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Maria, c'mon—" he protested, but she cut him off with a laugh. "Don't act so innocent, Chris," she teased, her hips moving faster. "I've seen you looking at us. Both of us. Now, it's time to stop pretending and make this real." She leaned forward, her hands bracing on his chest, her eyes locked onto his.
Suddenly, Chris's body tensed, his cock twitching inside her. "Oh fuck, Maria," he groaned, his hips bucking upwards as he came, his seed spilling into her with unexpected force. Maria gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as she felt him release inside her. She quickly dismounted him, her body slick with sweat and his cum, a shining stream of it spilling out of her and down her thighs. She turned to Emily, a playful smile on her face. "Well, Emily," she said, her voice low and sultry, "looks like Chris is a quick learner. Now, it's your turn. Come on, don't be shy." Emily hesitated, her eyes flicking between Maria and Chris, her cheeks flushing with a mix of desire and embarrassment. Maria chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
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"Oh, come on, Emily," she coaxed, her voice laced with playfulness. "Remember that time you snuck into Chris's apartment and watched him shower? You told me all about how turned on you got, and how you wished he'd catch you." Emily's cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes flicking to Chris, then back to Maria. "That was different," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought... I never thought he'd actually... You know." Maria waved a dismissive hand, her smile never fading. "We're all in this together now. No more secrets, no more holding back.
Maria's eyes, now dark with desire and power, bore into Chris's. "You heard what I said, Chris. It's time for you to make good on those fantasies. Fuck her. Fuck Emily while I watch." Emily's breath hitched, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. She looked at Chris, her voice barely above a whisper, "Chris?"
Chris hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should refuse, should protect Emily, but the raw desire in Maria's eyes held him captive. He looked at Emily, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, her breasts heaving. He could see the mix of fear and longing in her eyes.
He took a deep breath, his mind made up. "Lie down, Emily," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. Emily gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, but she complied, her body trembling slightly as she lay down on the couch, her legs spread in invitation. Chris positioned himself between her legs, his cock bobbing gently in front of him, still slick with Maria's juices. He looked up at Maria, who was watching them with a hungry expression, her eyes dark with desire.
"Don't be gentle, Chris," she said, her voice a low growl. "She needs to feel it.
Make her know who's in charge," Maria said, her voice heavy with lust and power. She grabbed a strand of Emily's hair, pulling it gently as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Emily's ear. "Say it," she commanded, her voice a low purr. "Tell Chris what you want."
Emily's breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. "I-I want him to... to fuck me," she whispered, her voice quivering. "I want him to fill me up."
Maria chuckled, her grip on Emily's hair tightening slightly.
"Good girl. Now, beg for it." Emily's eyes welled up, her breath coming in short gasps. "Please, Chris," she begged, her voice shaking. "Please fuck me. I need it. I need your cock inside me." Chris's cock twitched at her words, precum dripping from the tip. He looked up at Maria, a silent question in his eyes. Maria nodded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Go on, Chris. Make her scream."
Chris positioned himself at Emily's entrance, his cockhead pressing against her wet folds. He could feel her heat, her wetness, and he knew she was ready.
He pushed against her, feeling her resistance, then giving way as he slid inside her. Emily gasped, her body arching up as he filled her, her hands clutching at the cushions of the couch.
Chris began to move, slowly at first, wanting to savor the moment. He could see the desire in Emily's eyes, the need, and it spurred him on. "You feel so fucking tight, Emily," he groaned, his hips moving faster. She moaned in response, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. "Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me hard," she begged, her voice breathless.
Maria, watching from the side, encouraged him. "That's right, Chris. Give it to her."
Chris began to pump his hips harder, his cock sliding in and out of Emily's tight pussy, her juices coating him. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her body writhing beneath him. He bent down, his lips meeting hers in a fierce kiss, their tongues clashing and tangling. He tasted her fear, her desire, and he knew she wanted this, needed it.
As he thrust harder, Maria's voice cut through his thoughts, sharp and commanding. "Remember the rules, Chris. We can't say no now, and we can't even put clothes on. You have to come hard inside her, make sure she gets pregnant." Her words sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of fear and arousal. He looked at Maria, her eyes dark with lust and power. She was right. The new rules were clear, and he had to follow them, no matter how much he wanted to protect Emily. He turned his attention back to Emily, her body writhing beneath him, her nails digging into his back. Her eyes were filled with a mix of fear and longing, and he knew he had to give her what she needed, what they all needed. He picked up the pace, his cock slamming into her with force, her body rocking with every thrust.
Emily's breath came in short gasps, her nails digging into his back, her body trembling beneath him. "Fuck, Chris," she moaned, her voice rising in pitch. Harder." Chris gave her what she wanted, his hips moving faster, his cock plunging deeper into her. Emily's body tensed, her breath hitching as her orgasm approached. "Oh god, Chris," she panted, her body arching up to meet his. "Yes, just like that. Don't stop. Don't ever stop." She threw her head back, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a scream. "Chris!" she cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her pussy clenched around his cock, squeezing him tightly as she came, her juices flowing out of her and onto the couch.
Chris couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, deep thrust, he exploded inside her, his cock pulsing as it filled her with his hot cum. "Oh fuck, Emily," he groaned, his body shaking with the force of his release. "I'm coming inside you. I'm filling you up, Emily." Emily moaned, her body still trembling from her own orgasm, as she felt his cum fill her. "Yes, Chris," she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Fill me up. I want it all." Maria watched them, her eyes filled with lust and satisfaction. She had orchestrated this moment, and it was playing out even better than she had imagined. "That's it, Chris," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "Give her your cum.
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Give her all you've got, Chris," Maria commanded, her voice low and sultry as she watched him thrust into Emily. Chris groaned, his body tensing as he obeyed, his cock pulsing with each release inside Emily. As they both came down from their high, Maria leaned in, her eyes dark with desire and power. "And don't forget, my dear Chris," she purred, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Emily and I will be back every day for the same treatment. We need to make sure we get pregnant after all." Emily's eyes widened in surprise, a gasp escaping her lips. "Every day?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Maria nodded, her grin never fading. "Every single day, sweetheart. That's the new rule, remember?