“Good little cum machine”: Part 2 (the ladies are home)
The front door clicks open. A trio of voices float in:
“Hey, we’re back—”
“—Kaori, I swear if you keep buying mystery mushrooms—”
“—wait. Is that Riley on their knees again?”
Chen lifts their head lazily just in time to see Kaori, Sofia, and Ashley pause in the entryway, all three blinking at the prurient scene: Riley moaning around Chen’s cock; June with one hand down Riley’s shorts and the other tangled in their hair; Chen laid out like royalty being worshipped by their favorite soft thing.
Kaori grins like the devil and tosses her keys in the bowl. “Well well well. We miss one dinner and come home to dessert.”
Sofia chuckles, already sliding her shoes off. “Should we come back later… or is this an open invitation?”
Ashley’s glasses fog just a little as she smiles, cheeks pink but unmistakably intrigued. She meets Chen’s eye across the room and murmurs, “You look very relaxed, love.”
Chen strokes Riley’s hair and beckon with two fingers.
“I’d be even more relaxed if you joined us.”
Kaori drops her coat, already undoing the top of her blouse. “Dibs on June. I owe her a kiss for that last sketch.”
Sofia moves with her usual feline grace, kneeling beside Riley and running a soothing hand down their spine. “Don’t mind me, sweetheart. I’ll just keep you company.”
And Ashley? She sinks beside Chen on the couch, kisses their shoulder, and murmurs, “My turn after they finish… or maybe we’ll take you together.”
The house fills with warmth, laughter, breathy tension.
And Riley—poor Riley—moans helplessly around Chen, surrounded now by everyone.
So much for behaving. So much for staying dry.
The room’s heat thickens—soft breath, low moans, the quiet rustle of fabric as hands slide under shirts, fingers thread into hair. But at the heart of it all is Riley: trembling, stuffed full of Chen, flushed from the roots of their hair to the tips of their twitching toes.
And Sofia—so calm, so composed—kneels beside them like a goddess made flesh, one hand stroking slow, soothing lines across their back. She leans close, her lips brushing Riley’s ear as her voice melts over them.
“Oh, baby… look at you,” she breathes. “So full of cock, so obedient. You’re making Chen feel so good, aren’t you?”
Riley whimpers, trying to nod, but their mouth’s too full—Chen is getting deeper now, hips barely shifting as they take every inch. Their tongue flutters again, desperate for praise, for more.
Sofia chuckles low and warm.
“Such a good little thing,” she purrs, cupping their aching balls with one hand, thumb stroking just enough to make them sob. “You’ve been holding back so long. Pre-cum leaking all over yourself. But you don’t have to anymore, do you?”
Riley’s whole body twitches.
“You want to cum, don’t you?” Sofia whispers, kissing the sweat-slicked curve of their temple. “Tell me how much you want to cum. Tell me how much you want to cum while your mouth is stuffed with Chen’s cock and everyone’s watching—like a perfect little femboy slut.”
“Or as I would say…like a good little cum machine,” quips June.