Sorry Max Pt 05 1

By the time Rhys was finished with me my legs were like Jell-O, my pussy was stretched and my pussy lips, mound, tits were all covered in thick streams of his cum he had fucked me relentlessly, my lips were chaffed, my skin warm to the touch, flushed red, it felt amazing, like a long after reminder that remained behind. He had embedded himself deep within me, a new number one placeholder in my stack of sexual partners, all the others lacking far, far behind, and what of Max, sore was my heart for him, but the throbbing was only half as strong as other pounding in my body.

I was happy with sex because I simply thought I knew about it- Rhys had shown me I was wrong, I had been done dirty by all my ex-boyfriends, by Max. I was beginning to yield and even agree with his words he spoke while giving me pleasure I only read about in books and saw in pornos, like he was re-wiring my brain, which is why his next words didn't even conjure up an argument from me.

"You make sure your cuckold boyfriend cleans that up," Rhys ordered, talking down to an absent Max as if they hadn't been thick as thieves for the last year, best friends, inseparable. I knew what he was doing, refraining me from getting in the shower, not that I could get up and get in it even if I wanted to. I was shocked and scared, I looked at the mess

, how would I explain this to Max

I thought nervously. Realising this was a test.

Rhys must have noticed the look "If he finds out, who cares, I'll fuck you senseless every day and you don't have to worry so much, ha! He'll probably forgive you or try and "fix it" cucks always do," he stated surly, crowning Max with his new title, "Just remember if you don't do it, then you can go back to having Max only," he explained. The thought was nightmarish.

"You don't have to threaten me Rhys," I retorted as sourly as I could muster through my admiration of him. "I told you ANYTHING, and if this is what you want from me, I'll do It," I confirmed adding a tinge of defeat in my voice. Truthfully the thought seemed to turn me on like crazy and I think Rhys knew it to.

"Good, see you tomorrow then."

He reached over to my bedside table and picked up my keys and I gave him a look, "Gunna have to get one cut," he explained "this pussy is mine now, so I'll be coming and going as I please... and taking it whenever I want."

Yes, fucking please

my brain praised.

He began taking my house key off brazenly, but this was his confirmation that he would continue to come back and so I let him do it, the words he spoke made my already exhausted wimp tighten with anticipation for the coming... days... months... shit how long was this going to go on? would I get bored of it? The thought passed quickly as I recounted the night we just had, there was no getting bored of this, the reaction my body had each and every time I climaxed, how abysmal he had made Max seem, how abysmal he had made anyone prior to him seem, how much of a woman he made me feel like...

Before he left, he turned with his phone in hand "smile!"

I looked up and did as I was told, flashing him a bright and truly happy smile, my perfect white teeth stretching into the most pleasant grin, everything he was saying was making my body flush and react in so many new ways. He snapped a picture of me, sitting on the bed a fucking mess, clothes torn, pussy leaking, hair dishevelled and red blotches plastered over my pearl skin.

He turned the phone to show me the photo, and I felt bad momentarily, the smile was genuine, so fucking genuine that I don't think I've ever smiled like that with Max.

He walked out and I waited patiently for Max to get home, that stupid grin still on my face, but it began to fade slowly when I heard the clocks gentle ticking echoing from the kitchen, reminding me of the incoming time bomb.

How am I going to convince Max to clean me up?

my mind began wondering, the thought of him doing it though turned me on and before I knew it, I was massaging Rhys's fat load all around my clit and lips, fingering it into myself and noticing just how loose I was.

"Fuck he ruined me," I sighed out.

I was startled 20 minutes later when the keys jingled and I heard Max come in, even though I knew it was around the time for him to arrive home, I was on edge; nervous my life was about to crumble around me. His bag hit the floor and his footsteps began in the direction of the room.

"Hey baby, you home sweet heart," he called out.

I began dragging a finger across my body collecting masses of Rhys' load and slurping them down as quick as I could, holding my breast and turning them up to my eagerly awaiting tongue, trying to get as much off as possible.

"Keep the light off," I barked out as soon as he had opened the door. The hallway light illuminated his hand going for the switch on the wall opposite the bed.

"Oh yeah?" he replied smokily.

"Yeah..." I replied as cooly as I could, realising how close he came to flicking on the lights "how was your day?" I continued.

"Tiring," he sighed "but still great after that sexy call I got made it much easier to deal with all their bull."

"Yeah, well come here babe, I have something for you-" I began with just as smoke in my voice

He practically jumped on the bed; his hands began caressing my body

"Oh, shit your already naked..." he stated factually as his hands danced all over my sweat slicked and sticky body.

I moaned in kind at his touch, more for his sake then actual satisfaction.

His hand travelled past my stomach and got to my pussy when he flinched

My breath caught in my throat as the silence lingered.

"Wow you must have been super naughty today your soaking wet and sticky as fuck."

I breathed out the frozen breath caught in my lungs having to try and keep it even as I did so,

now or never

I thought

"You can make me wetter," I beckoned, letting my knees fall aside.

I felt Max throw the sheets up and within a second, felt his soft tongue beginning to massage me all around, say what you might about his fucking skills, at least his tongue could still get the job done, he was licking the inside of my legs, sucking and grinding it all over my tainted pussy, I could feel him take my whole girl in his mouth, sucking til his lips tugged gently at the very end and I let out a moan, loud and unabashed.

I couldn't believe it; he was slurping it up, and with each slide of his tongue across Rhys's new found fleshlight, his words solidified in my mind

cuck

and my thoughts and hungers became more nefarious.

"Fuck you're a messy slut aren't y-"

"Hey!" I admonished pushing his forehead away so he was out of reach of my cum laden honey box "don't talk to me like that."

"Oh...sorry I just got carried away," He apologised "I've been so horny all day since our phone call." Even in the dim light I could see the sheepish look on his face,

meak

I thought disappointedly.

"What do you say?"

I could see his gears turn as if wondering what I wanted.

"I already said-" he began

"What do you say?" I repeated myself cutting him off, authority littering my tone.

Finally, he replied "Sorry darling."

His submissive words stirred something in me and I got the sudden want of a cruel and tantalising idea, my fingers raked over Max's curls and I grabbed his hair like a handle rough and loveless, lust and dominant fuelled, pulling him back into my used and abused hole and began to grind my hips simultaneously, pushing my seed filled cunt in to meet his tongues advances.

I'm not at all proud of this next part, or any of the other times I was like this with Max, I did truly love him, he was the love of my life but it meant little in comparison at the time, in hindsight, my dominating of Max continuously was probably me trying claim back some semblance of authority or control that Rhys had completely decimated and stolen from me. Rhys dominated me and I passed that down to Max to make myself feel better and regain some of my own self-respect.

"Yeah, eat that fucking pussy" I demanded talking down to him hypocritically, my eyes shutting as I roughly facefucked Max with my moist and abused cunt, the way Rhys had roughly face fucked me so thoroughly every time with his monster cock, and I knew now why Rhys loved doing it so much, the power, the submission, the thrill. Max didn't even notice the hypocrisy, or was too submissive to point it out... was Rhys right... is that why he chose Max, he could tell he was a... a submissive guy from the day he had met us?

"What if he notices?"

"He's never tasted cum before, right? How would he even know?"

Rhy's words replayed in my head and comforted me, and the more comfortable I got the more brazen I became and the more fun I was beginning to have making Max eat the many creampies his "friend" had deposited inside me.

He lapped it up in turn, no different than I had done for Rhys, with just as much enthusiasm

Eat that creampie, taste the cum of a real man

groaned my inner voice, as an almighty orgasm began to swell inside me; barely from Max's tongue and more the thought that I was using him like a fuck toy, the way Rhys had been using me. My inner voice, Max's champion, the one that made me feel guilt or shame, had been taken completely hostage by the feral and new perverse voice in my head, the voice Rhys had put there in charge.

Max's tongue was all over me, slurping and sucking fast as my moans pitched in intensity egging him on, he must have been getting mouthfuls of me and Rhys by this point, because I could feel coolness running down my leg, dripping towards my ass.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" I squealed as the orgasm ripped through the gaping hole between my legs. I locked my legs around his head in a triangle hold, making sure he couldn't pull away; all but suffocating him. I could feel the substantial globs of Rhy's deposits leaving my cunt in droves as Max eagerly swallowed it down, too preoccupied with my screams to even notice.

I rode the orgasm so heavily that I only came back to it when I felt Max slapping the side of my leg, my tight stranglehold asphyxiating him, I smirked viciously and held it a second or two longer, until his slaps were almost pleading then released my grip and heard him take in a deep breath.

"Fuck you were so wet Soph" he huffed "that was so good," he praised, not even mentioning the fact I had taken away his ability to breath.

"Yeah..." I replied, my chest heaving "you liked that? You like eating my sexy wet pussy?"

"Always!" he jeered almost gratefully, planting a kiss on it like he worshipped it, then there was a moment of silence

"But did you have some sort of lube on?"

The room went cold, frozen, like the polar caps in an instant "Why?" I fumbled out after what felt like the longest pause of my life, my post orgasm heat almost instantly brushed away, then fear rushed over me, replaced by, courageous indifference, Rhys's reassurance that even if Max found out, I would still be getting fucked and wouldn't have to worry, calming me instantly.

"Oh, you just tasted a little... different."

"Bad?" I pressed, peppering the words in a tone that sounded like he insulted me.

"No, not at all," he confirmed hastily as if worried, taking the bait from the tone.

I grinned smugly knowing I could use this to my advantage, not that he could see "Did you like it?"

"Yeah, it wasn't bad just different."

I bet you liked it

I thought

who wouldn't, his cum tastes amazing

I didn't answer his question I simply replied almost indignantly as if he had insulted me "Well it's going to taste like that from now on so get used to it."

My hubris in Rhys's magnificent specimen was starting to get the best of me and I began to believe, that if I loved it so much everyone would or should, not even giving Max a chance to make the choice. I had no idea where this new Soph was all my life, and if I liked her or not, but I was on autopilot and began enjoying every second.

He was caught off guard momentarily by what I said, but didn't question what I even meant by it and assumed he had upset me and so went to kiss me on the cheek, But I wasn't done, my hand forestalled him, and redirected him back to my pussy.

"She's not fully clean yet..." I stated "you don't get anything til you finish what you started," I corrected him. I could still feel sticky patches around my mound, thighs and wimp.

He resisted my pushing ever so slightly, obviously dying to have his turn, something that I had already decided was not going to happen, before his face went back down between my legs and his tongue was back to work with even more haste, as if to get it done quicker so he could have some release. It felt amazing and I let my head drop back marinating in the sensation, I felt the rhythm of the bed begin to shake and the intensity of his tongue slowing.

"Hey don't you dare!" I snapped realising he had seized his cock to jerk off without even looking up. "I didn't say you get to play with that." There was silence but he had stopped, his tongue diligently getting back to work, another orgasm was already building.

Fuck it feels so good to be bad, no wonder Rhys got so addicted to it

I thought pleasurably, surprised again, that Max just listened, and did what I ordered him to.

This pussy has him completely

my brain cheered smugly and I felt a sinister smile creep across my lips.

He was working a good rhythm and building me up when I lifted my knee above my hip to the side

"You missed some..." I explained, he licked here and there trying to find where I mean.

I reached my hand down and pushed his head further down, passed my swollen lips, my ruined hole, and between my ass cheeks, I held him there momentarily and again the silence could be filled with the sound of his gear turning, I thought for a moment I had gone too far, but I needed to know, I wanted to see exactly if Rhys was right... was Max really THAT submissive.

"Umm Soph, I've never- "

"You didn't clean me fast enough and let it slide down there and it's cold," I interrupted, not letting my hand off the back of his head "so get to it," I ordered, excitement beaming through me, I had never had anyone do what I was about to make Max do.

He stuck his tongue out and it had barely touched the rim of my ass before I knew he was in position and pushed the back of his head, his tongue piercing my tight little asshole and sending a jolt through me as a whimper of pure bliss escaped me, I was in heaven. I began to roughly plunge his face in and out of my asscheek hearing him gasp for air each time he came out.

Once he was there for a while, again to my surprise, he didn't pull back or fight, he just rolled over and began to do exactly what I told him, licking from my ass, all the way to my clit and back again, over and over, sliding his slopping wet tongue into both my holes one after another. My eyes rolled into my head as I had never had analingus and both my hands clawed into his scalp as I hit the precipice of orgasm again letting my moan explode from me in a howl, careless of if the fucking whole complex heard me and just in case they were

"Keep eating that ass you filthy boy, fuck yes!" I cried out at the top of my lungs.

Was Rhys right was Max submissive because of his dick size

,

or was it in his nature?

I questioned myself, wondering now if it were true, Rhys would never be caught dead being spoken to or pushed around like this.

My pussy clenched so hard it was a little painful, probably worn out from being the centre of attention for hours on end. I dropped back to the bed panting and sleepy.

He began to get on top of me when I placed my hand to his chest. "I'm not really feeling it tonight babe," I lied, I was feeling it, I was insatiable, just not for him.

Undisguised disbelief at my words ran across his face, but mine must have been a sterner response because it vanished instantly and when it did, I batter my bright green eyes up at him.

"What?" I asked sweetly, knowing he wouldn't push.

"Oh, nothing its fine...well... could you give me a hand at least?" he asked, his eyes pointing down, his little pink penis trying its best to imitate being "hard"

"Sure..." I wrapped my hand around his cock and began to stroke, spitting on it to make it nice and wet

"You like that, Maxy?" I whispered in his ear

"Yeah, babe that feels awesome."

"Did eating your girlfriends wet pussy and licking her ass give you a stiffy?" I pressed, pushing my luck once again to see where Max would say something

But all he replied was "Yeah," and it shocked me, if he found out about my cheating, Rhys really would beat his ass in a fight I thought sadly on his behalf...

"You wish that cock was in me, don't you?" I said slowing down my strokes feeling he was already about to nut.

"Fuck yes I do Soph!"

I grabbed his left hand with my free hand and placed it on my mound, his fingers sliding in with ease

"Imagine how good this would feel for you tonight, if I was in the mood," I teased more.

"Come on Soph, you're killing me, can I just put it in for a minute."

"No!" I shot back almost instantaneously "you can feel it like this." No way was I letting him ruin the memory of what Rhys had done to her today, plus it belonged to him now... he said so himself and I would be remiss to give away the property of someone as dangerous as Rhys.

His fingered slid in and out of me and I could feel his hands shaking as I slowed down my strokes knowing he was right on the edge

"Oh Sophia, I'm about to cum, I'm about to-"

Just as he was cumming I let my hand slip off him, ruining his orgasm

"Oh, Sorry babe," I fumbled feebly for him, his hand shot to grab it to correct my "mistake" but my hand cut his off getting in the way, and by the time I got his cock back in my hand his hard flinches were gone and a dribble of cum could be felt melting its way down his shaft and on his high top nut sack that had pulled in so tight they almost vanished when he had cum.

"It's okay," he expressed sounding disappointed, letting out a sigh.

"What?" I remarked as if I didn't know exactly what I had done.

"...Nothing babe it's all good," he corrected himself realising he had sighed.

"What was the sigh?"

"I just" he chuckled nervously "It was kinda not a great orgasm..."

"Well, if it was so bad I won't do it anymore" I gaslit him, turning my mood on a dime "You know how many not great orgasms I've had?" I spat, the words leaving my mouth before I could check them,

this! if this didn't push him over the edge to stand up for his ego nothing would

I thought. Don't get it twisted, this isn't how you treat someone you love and I still wonder what was getting over me in those early days.

"No that's not what I meant baby, your hand just slipped off at the end," he chuckled nervously again "it's not a big deal."

I couldn't believe how easily I was able to turn things around, and it was so much fun to watch him squirm... and he just... gave in, like he knew he didn't satisfy me, he didn't even mention what I said...

"Babe-"he interrupted my thoughts "Are you mad at me about something?"

The words caught me off guard, I almost felt guilty for what I was doing as if he had broken through to me, reminded me he loved me, then the voice started.

Yes, I'm mad at you, of course I am, you have been with me for years, swear you love me, tell me you'll do everything for me, but never even gave me an ounce of the fucking orgasm that Rhys has in less than 2 days!

"Not at all babe," I responded flatly ignoring all the words that wanted to roll out and reaching out pulling him in for a kiss

"Are you sure?" He pressed

I sighed "I'm just bored cooped up all day looking for a job," I lied "and I'm lonely," I lied again.