Marykate is an average looking woman who recently moved in with her boyfriend who she has a vanilla average sex life with. At work, she inexplicably succumbs to Nick, and discovers she has a massive cum fetish. She begins a sticky steamy affair with Nick which enhances her cum fetish and gains a panty fetish from Nick which leads to her first of many lesbian experiences. She is also spit roasted by Nick and a stranger in her boyfriends bed.

Chapter 3: Rising Action

Marykate's heart raced as she heard the doorbell ring. Nick had texted her earlier in the day, telling her to expect an unexpected visitor. She looked around the apartment hesitantly, running a hand over her freshly-washed hair. She had taken extra care with her appearance today, knowing that they would be having company.

She had continued her sexual affair with Nick for weeks, serving as his pleasure toy while he educated her about sex. And her boyfriend remained none the wiser. But today Nick said he had a special surprise for her, and it was time she truly embraced her inner slut.

The word, once so abhorrent to her, now resonated deep within her soul. She was bold, unafraid and embracing her every desire like never before.

Nick had given her clear instructions: answer the door, let the stranger in, and leave the rest up to him. He had emphasized that this was a part of her sexual awakening and encouraged her to be as receptive and eager as possible.

Despite her initial apprehension, Marykate positioned herself by the door, her heart pounding in her ears having no idea what Nick had in store for her.

She drew in a deep, steadying breath, opened the door, and was greeted by a tall, African-American figure. He was ruggedly handsome, with a muscular build and a day's beard growth which added to his masculine appeal. A surge of excitement coursed through her veins at the unknown as she nervously took in his strong jawline and mesmerizing dark brown eyes.

The man raised a curious eyebrow, and Marykate gathered her wits about her.

"I-I'm Marykate," she stammered, feeling foolish. "Please, come in."

The stranger stepped through the door, casting a glance around the space before his gaze returned to her. There was a quiet confidence about him that left her feeling both uneasy and oddly at peace. She locked the door behind him and averted her eyes as he looked her up and down.

Marykate stood in front of the stranger, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and unease. The mesh sequin dress Nick had instructed her to wear sparkled under the soft lighting, the floor-length fabric clinging to her semi-petite frame and leaving little to the imagination. Beneath the sheer material, the luxurious jeweled and beaded panties and bralette shimmered like an intricate piece of art, drawing the eye to their delicate craftsmanship and bold placement.

The plunge neckline of the dress framed her collarbone, while the fitted bodice hugged her curves, emphasizing her figure in a way that felt foreign to her usual modesty. Every move she made caused the sequins to catch the light, dazzling yet undeniably exposing. Her long brown hair cascaded in loose waves, brushing against her bare shoulders, adding a touch of softness to the bold ensemble.

She shifted her weight slightly, her hands brushing down the sides of the dress as if trying to find some sense of composure. The stranger’s gaze lingered, unreadable yet intense, and Marykate felt her pulse quicken. Her body was on full display for this large looming man like a piece of meat

, and that's exactly how Nick trained her; she should be proud and embracing this level of vulnerability.

“. Nice to meet ya, sweetie.” The stranger’s tone was silky smooth, in an African accent, his voice commanding yet calming.

Marykate nodded silently, tucking a loose wisp of hair behind her ear. She couldn’t seem to find her voice, rendered speechless by his presence alone. she felt so exposed, like a true lady of the night, her average body decorated solely so she could be made use of by this very large stranger.

“Mmm, impressive,” he said as he circled her, taking in her entire form with a calculated appraisal. She swallowed hard, feeling even more vulnerable, but also a strange thrill surging through her veins.

He approached her, his hands brushing her waist as he leaned down close enough for her to smell the scent of him. A musky, manly aroma, hinting at his body heat and sexual prowess mixed with a hint of spice, perhaps from the exotic cuisine he'd enjoyed elsewhere. The scent was sweat mixed with forging spice. It both disgusted her yet turned her on.

Her previous understanding of sex and lovemaking seemed so conventional and juvenile now. Marykate thought she might faint from the mix of emotions coursing through her—anticipation, fear, excitement—when the stranger’s strong hand wrapped around hers, guiding her towards the bedroom she shared with her boyfriend.

It wasn’t until he’d gently pushed her down on the bed that Marykate truly realized what was about to happen. Her heart pounded in her chest as he removed his clothes, his movements quick and efficient.

The stranger's body was a testament to his physical strength, muscles rippling beneath his dark skin. Marykate couldn't tear her gaze away as Nick entered the room, wearing an amused expression.

"I see you've met my friend," he said, his voice low and seductive. The stranger nodded, his eyes dark with desire.

Nick approached the bed, his eyes locked onto Marykate's. "Are you ready for this, kitten?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “He immigrated here for work. I’ve been helping him. He told me he’s never fucked a white woman before, so I figured I’d pay him $20 to use your body. He came straight from work so don’t mind his sweatyness ." Nick said with a smirk and a wink, causing Marykate to feel more uneasy than ever.

"I...I don't know what to do," Marykate stammered, her voice shaking.

"Just lay back and relax, kitten," Nick reassured her, placing a soothing hand on her shoulder. "Let our friend handle the rest."

Marykate gulped, her heart racing as the stranger moved closer to the bed. She glanced at Nick, who encouraged her to nod, urging her to submit herself to this new experience.

As the stranger drew closer, Marykate couldn't help but feel a sense of hesitation. She'd never done anything like this before, and being used like a sex object by a total stranger ignited unfamiliar feelings within her. Yet, as intimidating as it seemed, the thrill of the unknown compelled Marykate to trust her desires and embrace this leap of faith.

The stranger wasted no time, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself above Marykate's face. That’s when he removed his underwear and his giant black sweat dripping cock hit her in the face like a slab of hot meat. Instinctively, she flinched and tried to turn her head away, but he grabbed her chin firmly, his masculine fingers digging into her skin.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours, I’m not going to ask again,” he said, looking down on her with a predatory gaze.

Marykate hesitated for a moment, then remembered Nick’s words about embracing her desires and being receptive. She softened her expression and obeyed, letting the head of his cock slip into her mouth. His cock was massive, uncircumsized, nearly purple in color, and stunk of urine and sweat , a scent she wouldn’t typically find appealing. But in the moment, feeling the warmth of him on her tongue, she tried to push that thought away. The stranger’s eyes briefly flickered towards Nick, who gave him an approving nod.

Nick took a seat on the edge of the bed near her feet, watching, almost savoring her discomfort, but there was a smile tugging at the side of his lips.

He had, after all, orchestrated this whole event. The stranger's grip on Marykate's head tightened as he slowly thrust himself further inside, causing her to gag slightly.

"Relax, let him in," Nick coaxed. "You wanted to please our friend. Remember what I said about trusting your desires."

Marykate kept her gaze fixed on Nick, taking deep breaths through her nose, trying to assuage her escalating panic. She focused on her inner thoughts and what she truly wanted to experience from these moments with Nick and the stranger.

She sucked him deeper, desperate to please him, her saliva dripping down his cock. The stench of his sweat covered urine still hovered in the air, yet somehow it didn’t repulse her as much as it once did. She compensated for the foul odor by focusing on the musky blackness of his essence, the varying warmth of each rapid thrust as he pounded the back of her throat.

Finally, Nick spoke up as the stranger began to falter and groan, "That's enough for now, kitten.

Let him finish on your face, but be gentle."

Marykate sat up, feeling to her amazement that an ever-so-slight blush graced her cheeks. She knew she wouldn't forget this encounter anytime soon, even more so as it seemed the stranger's desire hadn't waned. But for now, Marykate focused on Nick, who pushed the stranger back gently, giving her a lingering, penetrating stare before he leaned in to kiss her.

Their mouths met with a passion that only the aftermath of sex could provide.

ith lust, couldn't contain his eagerness any longer. With a growl, he grasped the delicate straps of Marykate's sequined dress, his powerful hands tearing through the fragile material like a ravenous beast. The sound of ripping fabric filled the room as he yanked the dress down, baring her breasts, encased in the shimmering jewelled bralette. He didn't pause to admire the sight, instead, he hooked his fingers into the lace, pulling it apart with a fierce determination, revealing her nipples, hardened with arousal and cold. He groaned, a primal sound, as he took one into his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. Marykate gasped, her back arching, as he devoured her, his hunger insatiable.

Marykate looked at the man’s meaty cock hanging between his legs, her saliva and his sweat dripping from it - it looked like a slimy black and purple alien cobra coming alive.

Yet, somehow, despite the grotesque imagery, she found herself strangely drawn to it. She closed her eyes and felt his hand firmly guiding her mouth towards its throbbing head.

"So, are you ready, kitten? Are you ready for this?" Nick whispered, his voice dripping with sexual eagerness as he watched her. Marykate opened her eyes, taking in the sight before her, and swallowed. He had turned her into his willing sexual plaything, and she felt a strange exhilaration coursing through her veins.

Marykate marveled at the erotic contrast of her and the strangers skin tones.

, his dark complexion against her fairer one, as she lowered her head and took that monstrous, sweat-dripping cock into her mouth. The pulsating cock filling her throat was unlike anything she'd ever experienced - the gruff voice that growled with each thrust, the heavy, greasy scent of untamed desire, the sheer size of it all sent a shiver running down her spine.

Marykate, like a cat, lapped up every inch of him, responding to his hungry advances.

his cock was hairy, purple black, covered in sweat, and meaty . His hands were entangled in Marykate's hair, gripping her head as he fucked her mouth, pushing himself deeper and deeper down her throat. She could taste the strange mix of sweat and body musk, unlike anything she'd tasted before. And yet she felt this indescribable urge to submit herself to this unknown stranger.

Nick watched, his green eyes glistening with excitement, as his friend claimed Marykate's mouth.

In that moment, he couldn't help but marvel at the spectacle unfolding before him. His plan to introduce Marykate to the world of BDSM and partner swapping was coming together flawlessly. The stranger's tongues merging with Marykate's evoked a sense of erotic control, and her submission fueled a desire within both men.

The erotic tension crackled in the room as they tangled together, and Nick couldn't help but stroke himself while watching their display of intimacy.

Marykate was lost in the sensation, her inhibitions shed and the once-strange scenario becoming more exhilarating with every passing moment. The warmth of the stranger's breath, his tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth, and Nick's hand running over her body: she was intoxicated by it all.

she spit out his cock, and the stranger began to position his alien cobra cock at the entrance to her petite, unshaven pussy.

Marykate could feel her natural juices flowing, readying herself for the next stage of her experimentation. She stared deep into Nick’s emerald eyes, silently asking for his approval. She was giving herself wholly to this unknown man, and it frightened and excited her at the same time.

The stranger slowed his entry, allowing her time to adjust to his size, his groans of pleasure echoing around the room. Marykate gasped as he gradually penetrated deeper, her walls stretching to accommodate him. His cock truly became an alien cobra as it slowly invaded and stretched her.

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The stranger's cock, a monstrous, sweat-slicked appendage, pulsed with life as it began its slow descent into Marykate's quivering depths. It was as if an alien creature had taken residence within his loins, a cobra ready to strike, eager to claim its territory. Marykate watched, a mix of awe and terror in her eyes, as the thick, veined shaft parted her folds, stretching her wider than she'd ever been before. She could feel every ridge, every vein, as it slid deeper, invading her, consuming her. Her body struggled to accommodate its size, her walls clenching and releasing in rhythm with her racing heart. Yet, amidst the initial discomfort, a spark of something darker, something more primal, ignited within her. She was being conquered, claimed, and a part of her reveled in the surrender.

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The stranger's cock, thick and veiny, pushed into Marykate, stretching her to her limits. She gasped, her eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and disgust. Each thrust sent waves of intense pleasure coursing through her, so powerful that her ears rang. Yet, as she watched his cock slide in and out of her, coated in her juices and his own slick, she felt a wave of revulsion. The sight of her stomach distending with each thrust, the sound of their flesh slapping together, the smell of their combined arousal - it was too much. She felt dirty, debased, yet helplessly addicted to the pleasure he was forcing upon her.

As the stranger's cock plunged deeper, Marykate's gaze flicked downwards, her eyes widening in shock and fascination. Through her pale skin, she could clearly see the outline of his massive member, a thick, serpentine shape writhing beneath the surface. With each thrust, the outline shifted, the head of his cock pressing against her stomach, the veins pulsing with life. The sight was both grotesque and mesmerizing, a visual representation of her debauchery, and she couldn't tear her eyes away.

The stranger's cock, slick with his own pre-cum and Marykate's arousal, slid in and out of her, leaving a trail of shiny, sticky residue. With each thrust, he grunted, his hips slapping against hers, driving his length deeper. Marykate moaned, her body trembling with pleasure, her senses overwhelmed. She could feel the heat building inside her, the pressure growing unbearable. Suddenly, he let out a guttural roar, his cock pulsing as he released a torrent of cum into her. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt, a flood of hot, sticky liquid filling her, overflowing, spilling out and dripping down her thighs. She choked on a gasp, some of his cum splashing onto her chin, but she didn't care. She loved it, reveling in the filthiness of it all, her body convulsing with waves of ecstasy.

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The stranger's cock pulsed, unleashing another wave of hot, sticky cum into Marykate. Simultaneously, Nick, unable to hold back any longer, grunted, his own release coating her chest and face. Marykate gagged, her mouth filled with the salty, bitter taste of their combined semen. She tried to swallow, but it was too much, and she ended up vomiting a mixture of cum and bile onto her breasts. Her insides felt like they were drowning in their releases, her stomach distended with the sheer volume. Cum dripped from her hair, her pubes, her chin, as she gasped for air, her body shaking with the intensity of her own orgasm. She was a mess, a human canvas painted with their desires, and she loved every filthy second of it. To her shock she watched the strangers cobra cock slither from her pussy , a thick, shiny viscous line connecting them. He leaned forward, grabbing her panties and declared, "I have an offer for you, little girl. I want to take those panties back home with me just as I leave them here, stained with my cum."

Marykate considered it for a moment, realizing that she had forgotten about those panties on the bedside table, and she found herself agreeing almost instantly.

There was something about the idea of having the stranger's cum-stained panties as a keepsake, a tangible reminder of the wild orgy they had just experienced. She didn't waste a second, reaching behind her to collect the dripping panties, eager to hand them over to the stranger and seal their deal.