Free Owning Corey by Maris Black

his middle finger up inside her as far as it will go. “Soaking wet. She definitely wants us.”
    I dip my tongue into her mouth, find hers, and we suck at each other ravenously. I don’t know when our kisses have ever been so unbridled, and she sighs and moans and gasps so much I know it won’t take her long to climax today. She’s getting more charged up by the second, liking the roughness, rocking shamelessly on Corey’s finger as I tongue fuck her mouth.
    “Are you ready, Corey?” I pull away from her and wait for his call.
    He nods. “Let’s double tap this bitch.”
    Christina tenses. She’s not used to being talked about like that, but I like it. A lot. His words give me a hard ache in my groin. The kind that usually makes me have to touch myself. As far as I’m concerned, Corey and I are the baddest motherfuckers in the world right now. We’re a team, and Christina is an object to use however we like.
    I want to bind her, but the wrist cuffs are in a hat box under her bed. No time for that. I stand up and flip her around to where she’s lying on her stomach, half on and half off the sofa. Grabbing her panties off the floor, I use them as a makeshift restraint to tie her hands behind her back. She cries out, and I run my finger between the fabric and her skin to make sure it’s not hurting her or cutting off circulation. Then I stand her up in front of Corey like a slave on the auction block. There’s heat in his gaze as her admires her and shoots me a look of undisguised approval.
    “Her safe word is velvet , Corey. If she says it, we immediately stop what we’re doing.”
    “Got it,” he says. I push Christina down onto her knees in front of him, and the smile on his face is nothing like nice.
    She looks apprehensive, almost fearful, but I think she’s just edgy with desire and the unknown. Anyway, she has her safe word, and she knows how to use it, though she’s never had to before.
    “Fuck her mouth,” I tell him. “I want to see how much of that fat cock she can take.”
    He immediately squeezes his dick and guides it into her mouth. She has to stretch her lips wider than usual, and then he’s stuffed it in about half way. She whimpers around it, her breathing labored through her nose. He’s really taxing her, and I have to admit I’m getting off on it.
    “Give her more,” I coax, and he pushes harder, meeting resistance against the back of her throat and triggering her gag reflex. Her breathing stops for a few seconds. He backs off slightly, unblocking her airway, and her breathing starts noisily back up.
    Now that he’s found her limit, he starts to move slowly in and out, working against the suction she’s trying to apply. Normally, she gives a pretty mean blow job, but I can see this is difficult for her.
    I’m standing behind her, facing him. He smiles at me while he does my girl’s mouth, and I smile back. “Feel good?” I ask.
    “Oh, yeah. But I know something that will feel even better.” I dare not ask, for fear of what he might come up with.
    “Come up here, darlin’,” he tells Christina, reclining against the back of the couch and pulling her along with him. She’s shaky and unbalanced with her hands bound behind her back, and she’s got mascara rivulets down her cheeks. If she had any idea how used she looks, she would die of shame, but I think it’s sexy.
    Corey grabs a condom off the end table, tosses it to me, and I put it on. Then he grabs another, rips it open, and rolls it onto himself. He’s got Christina straddling him, and he lifts her up, poising her petite body over the tip of his ungodly erection. “Do you mind, Ben? I don’t want to be impolite.” He leans sideways to look around her shoulder at me, waiting for my response.
    “Be my guest.” Truth is, I’m dying to see it.
    He looks at her face for a long moment, and when she shows no sign of protest, he pushes her down onto his cock. She throws her head back and bites her bottom lip hard