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“I guess not.” Brox chuckles.
He wraps Lana in the towel and guides her out in the bedroom. I follow them, my cock making a tent inside the towel wrapped around my waist.
Once Brox has dried off, he helps Lana. She’s finished, and is about to get on the bed when Brox stops her.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Going to bed?” She says.
“And what about his cock?” Brox points to me.
I remove the towel for dramatics, and my cock, happy, springs up.
“Um, s-sorry. Here, let me,” she goes on her knees to suck me.
“Haha, you’re funny. On your feet.” I tell her. She does get confused about who’s in charge. “You see my wardrobe? Go over there, open it, and in the middle, where the drawers are, bend over.”
She opens the doors of the wardrobe and points to the drawers in the middle, where my suits hang above them. “Um, here?”
“Right here. Bend down, and put your head in the box. You won’t have much air to breathe, but it will be sufficient.”
She’s a little confused, but still, carefully she bends down over the drawers, the wood above them is padded on the side, right where it touches her thighs. With my suits hanging over her body, barely touching her, all I see is legs and an ass ready to be pumped.
“Is your head inside the box?”
“Y-yes.” Her voice sounds about right, like talking from a well.
“Reach out for the handles on the back panel, above the box and grab them.”
I see her doing it.
“Do not let go until I say so.”
This view has always been my favorite, just fucking an unknown whore with her ass stuck out from a wardrobe, selling her sweet cunt to whoever want to buy it, and drinking between conversations. Perfect. I step close to her, and my cock instantly finds her cunt, and as I slide in, Lana jerks upward.
“Hold - the - handles. Don’t make me talk to you again.”
She strengthens the hold on the handles and pushes her body firm in place. If she is to stay still as I pound her, she must use them as leverage.
I claw my nails in her hips, and start fucking - pounding her cunt like she deserves. This space is for my pets, I used to bring them in here, in this position, teaching them discipline. Getting them to understand that they’re nobody. An object. And after I cum, they’d remain there, sometimes until the next day, sometimes until my cum drips down their leg. Or sometimes until another pet swaps their place with them. Yeah. It’s all coming back to me, after a year of longing for this fucking cunt.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been fucking her, but when my pounding picks up such speed that my wardrobe nearly collapses, and my grunts turns into a long growl, I still myself inside her cunt, and fill her up just like the cum bucket that she is for us.
“Fuck, whore. You’re getting better and better at this.”
Lana mumbles something from inside the box, I can barely make sense of it. She’s exhausted, I know, and I doubt she’ll have the strength to get up, but just in case, I remind her.
“Stay there.”
“W-what?” That comes out clear.
“You’re forgetting you’re our pet. A whore to be fucked. By whoever we let. Right now, you’ll stay there until I’m certain I’m done with you.”
“D-daddy?”
“That’s your rightful place, cumcake.” Brox reminds her of what she’s forgotten. She may have gone through hell recently, but that doesn’t mean shit in our world of fucking.
I lie next to Brox and exhale.
