So last weekend, I went out for coffee with this girl, Katie. We’ve been friends for a while, but lately, I’ve been teasing her, pushing her a little to see just how far she’ll go. She’s the type who’s always been the “good girl”—polite, sweet, a little shy, but curious. Really curious. And I was ready to help her explore that side of her.

We met at this cozy little coffee shop, the kind that smells like fresh espresso and has soft jazz playing in the background. Katie looked nervous, her fingers fidgeting with her cup, but I could tell she was intrigued. I leaned forward, keeping my voice low, “So, what do you think?”

She hesitated, her eyes darting up to meet mine. “I don’t know, Mark. This is... so new to me.”

I smiled, knowing exactly how to play it. “New can be exciting, Katie. You never know where it might lead.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip. The tension was palpable. Katie’s always had this innocent aura, but I could tell there was a part of her that wanted more. I just needed to push the right buttons.

She asked quietly, “What exactly are you suggesting?”

I didn’t beat around the bush. “Skip the small talk. You want to explore, right? To see just how far you can go?”

Her breathing quickened, and she gave a slow, uncertain nod. That was all I needed. I stood up, offering her my hand, “Let’s go.”

We didn’t talk much as we walked to my apartment, but I could feel the anticipation building. By the time we got inside, the air between us was practically buzzing. I wasted no time, pushing her up against the wall the moment the door clicked shut. I had her wrists pinned above her head, my lips close to her ear as I whispered, “You have no idea what you’re getting into, do you?”

She shivered beneath me, her body already reacting to the control I was exerting. “Show me,” she whispered back, and I could feel her submission taking root.

I stepped back, releasing her wrists. “Strip,” I ordered, watching her closely.

Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing more skin with every movement. By the time she was down to her lacy bra and panties, her nipples were already hard, pressing against the fabric. I stepped in, my fingers pulling down her zipper before she could reach it herself.

“Now the bra,” I growled, watching her hesitate for a split second before letting it fall. The sight of her naked breasts made my cock twitch, but I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted that easily.

I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing her nipples. She gasped, arching into my touch. “Please,” she whimpered, though I wasn’t even sure she knew what she was begging for.

I smirked, stepping back again. “Get on your knees,” I commanded, and she sank down without hesitation.

The moment her lips wrapped around my cock, I could feel her eagerness. Katie wasn’t shy anymore—her mouth moved with determination, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock as she took me deeper. Her gag reflex kicked in, but I didn’t let up, holding her head still and thrusting gently.

“You’re good at this,” I grunted, pulling her off me for a moment. “But there’s something else I need first.”

I yanked her up, positioning her against the couch. “Spread your legs,” I ordered, watching as she trembled with excitement.

She was dripping wet by the time I knelt between her legs, my fingers sliding into her slick pussy. “So wet,” I murmured, dipping a finger inside her. She was more than ready, but I liked teasing her, making her wait.

“Mark, please,” she gasped, squirming beneath my touch. “I need you.”

That was all I needed to hear. I lifted her onto the couch, positioning myself between her legs, and thrust into her hard. Her sharp cry echoed through the room, but she didn’t pull away. She wanted it—every inch.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned, driving into her with deep, hard strokes. Her nails dug into my back, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to keep up with my relentless pace. The mix of pain and pleasure on her face was addictive.

“Tell me what you need, Katie,” I demanded, increasing my speed. “Tell me.”

“I need your cum,” she cried out, tears streaming down her face. “I need you to fill me up.”

Her desperation sent me over the edge. I thrust harder, deeper, burying myself inside her as I came, filling her with every last drop. She screamed my name as her orgasm ripped through her, her body trembling beneath me.

“Good girl,” I whispered, collapsing on top of her for a moment before pulling out. But I wasn’t done yet.

I grabbed the cuffs from my drawer, securing her wrists to the headboard and her ankles to the bedposts. Katie didn’t protest; she was too far gone, lost in the moment.

As I blindfolded her, I leaned in close, “Don’t worry. Just focus on the sensations.”

She nodded, her breathing quick and shallow. The room was silent except for the soft rustling of fabric as I prepared for the next part. I knew what was coming—she didn’t.

The door creaked open, and another man stepped inside. Katie’s body tensed, but she couldn’t see what was happening. I watched as his hand brushed her thigh, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

“Hello, Katie,” he said in a low voice, his hand moving up to her pussy, parting her folds and exploring her. “Mark’s told me a lot about you.”

Katie’s breath hitched, and I could see the conflict in her expression—fear, excitement, confusion. But her body responded, getting wetter under his touch.

“She’s ready,” he muttered, pushing a finger inside her. “Aren’t you, Katie?”

She whimpered, nodding slightly as he continued fingering her, each movement making her squirm.

I stepped in, stroking her hair. “Do you like this, baby? Do you want more?”

Before she could answer, another man entered the room, positioning himself between her legs. His hands gripped her calves firmly, spreading her wider as he bent down to taste her.

Katie moaned, her body arching as the sensations overwhelmed her. The two men worked together, one teasing her breasts and the other devouring her pussy, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

The room was smothered with the scent of sex, and Katie was drowning in it. Every touch, every stroke pushed her further into submission, into the abyss of pleasure she’d never known existed.

And I knew this was only the beginning.

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