When Mariah and Lily mentioned ‘The Protocol’ at parties when talking, most people assumed that they were talking about some sort of high protocol BDSM event. The two of them then had to explain it was something else, but ever name they gave it didn’t quite fit.
‘The Protocol’ was for when Violet’s bipolar swung hard in the manic direction, and was meant to keep her from getting tattoos she didn’t like, spending money, making reckless choices.
Step one was, of course, informing the law firm she worked at that she was going to need to take two-hour lunches for a few days; due to the nature of her work, her mental health status (as well as side hobby of being a pornstar and general slut) were known, if only in broad strokes rather than the minutae of what those two things meant. Violet was eternally thankful that nobody particularly wanted to know the particulars of the either.
Step two was letting her messenger group know that she was going to be seeing people for lunch meetings. She had a group of 4 men and 2 women who had been vetted; all of them had been cleared as being reliable, fun, and had their STI paperwork cleared. ‘The Goddess and Titan’s Quick Hookup Fuckbucket’ was a delight to post nudes in whenever she got bored while doing research for a client – or when she was having a depressed swing and needed a confidence boost.
Step three was telling Jessie that she was having a manic time and she would be needing rides. Jessie was, in her words, Violet’s Absolute Utter Bestie. She met the woman when she found out that one of her play partners wasn’t being honest with his wife Jessie about seeing Violet, and the women both dumped his ass and while Violet couldn’t represent the woman due to the conflict of interest, Jessie got some damn fine free legal advice for the divorce, and Violet got a pal that she could chat up and ask for rides when she didn’t want her car followed about.
Step four was making special arrangements with a certain hotel that let her rent a room by the hour on the cheap in exchange for all the business she referred to them – both as Violet Lewis, Family Lawyer extraordinaire and Lily Lupine, hyperactive superslut.
Step five, where they were now, was putting it all together.
Lance and Richard were going to be coming to the hotel room, and Violet was on her way. She was scrambling in the backseat of Jessie’s minivan, stripping down naked and looking at herself, lightly running her hands down between her breasts and noticing the empty spaces between the various tattoos along her collarbone. “I should get another tattoo,” she said, to which Jessie giggled a bit.
“Will you ever have enough tattoos?” her friend teased, to which Violet grinned.
“Never say ‘enough’! Who ever has ‘enough’,” she said, to which Jessie rolled her eyes as Violet began to get herself dressed. She wondered what she should wear, scrambling through her bag, looking at all sorts of outfits, pulling out a corset, lacy panties…
“Why don’t you just put your cloak and heels on? You’re gonna take it off in what, five minutes anyways?”
Jessie’s suggestion bounced through her brain and the idea of flinging her cloak open and showing her beautiful, gorgeous, tattooed, pierced and enhanced body to Lance and overwhelming him in one go made her nearly squeal with delight before she leaned forward, giving Jessie a hug from the backseat. “What an amazing idea!” she said as the minivan swerved from Violet startling Jessie.
“Careful, Violet!” Jessie said, a hint of upset in her voice as Violet grinned and reached into the back, grabbing her purple velvet cloak and wrapping it around herself before pulling out a mirror and applying her favorite lavender lipstick.
“Violet can’t hear you,” Lily told her best friend while beginning to apply her messy eyeliner that ran so easily for that freshly used fucktoy look. “It’s time for Lily to play”.
Lily wasted no time walking past the reception desk of the hotel, waving with a grin as her heels clicked. Heading up the elevator, she hummed to herself, reaching down and running her fingers up and down her body, along her tummy down to lightly touch her pussy while leaning back against the back of the elevator, shuddering quietly and letting out a soft murmur before the elevator opened. Strutting to her hotel room she casually tapped the door’s keycode before opening up the door, enjoying the sight of one of her toys looking up at her with a bit of surprise as she closed the door behind her, bowing softly and smiling. “Good Afternoon, Lance,” she said, looking at the tall, hispanic man as she slowly lowered the cloak to the ground, enjoying the sight of his eyes trailing all the way down her body as she sashayed closer.
Lily gently reached out and began to unbutton his shirt. “Well, Lance,” she said, looking up at him with a grin. “Are you gonna give me a good time?” He leaned down, kissing her roughly, wrapping his arms around her and biting down on her lip. Moaning, she bit back, pulled his shirt off and exposed his bare chest before trying to push him down.
Lance knew what she liked, though; rather than stumbling back onto the bed and let her straddle him, he grabbed her hair and pulled back as he stepped to her side, watching her as she moaned softly and growled at him. The hunger and violence in her eyes pulled a grin from Lance before he pushed her down half onto the bed and reached back, spanking her bare ass.
Lily let out soft moans as her hips gyrated and bucked softly, her damp pussy throbbing as he spanked her again and again. Ten strikes, eleven, twelve. The feeling of his large hands reaching down and tracing fingers along her wet, wanting pussy before a third blow to her ass as she wiggled it. Her nails grasping hard on the sheets before he pulled back to undo his pants.
At the sound of his pants unzipping, Lily turned around before he could react and grabbed his hips, sliding her lips around his cock and forcing it down her throat, sucking and swallowing around that hard cock. That hard, delicious cock was everything she wanted right now, and as he grabbed her hair and pulled back before forcing her down onto his cock as hard as he could, she reached down.
Pleasure and delight ran through Lily’s body as her lover roughly fucked her face as she rubbed her pussy, fingers caressing her clit as she relaxed her throat. Lily rubbed her clit quickly with the perfect amount of pressure, moaning as she tried to breath in and out through her nose while her face was being used as a fucktoy. Lily loved the lightheadedness, the terror that pounded in her chest when she was being facefucked and couldn’t breathe.
That cock throbbing harder, tightening in her mouth made her moan and swallow all around the cock.
A rush of heat and she was grabbed hard and pulled as deep onto his cock as she could go, and she began sucking with all her strength like a vacuum, swirling her tongue around the massive cock in her mouth as he shot load after load of cum into her mouth, down her throat.
After his orgasm ended and she was let go, the woman looked up at him and down before grinning and spitting his cum mixed with her spit all over her breasts, reaching up and rubbing it in and shuddering softly; Lily loved the feeling of hot cum all over her breasts. Taking his hand to help her stand up, the woman then turned around and bent over the bed, straightening her legs as she braced herself on her arms. She knew Lance could stay hard for a while after cumming.
Lily didn’t need long to feel his fist in her hair and feel him thrust his cock straight into her, nearly causing her to double over as his weight slammed into her from behind. Cries of pleasure were ripped from her lips as the man’s still-firm cock forced it’s way deep into her. The feeling of being pounded was what Lily craved, what Lily needed, and the way his other hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back onto him was just what she needed.
“Ah, yes, fuck me, fuck me like the slut I am!” she snarled as the sound of their bodies colliding filled the air. She braced herself on her arms and tried to push back onto him, but weakly she could barely hold on and her front collapsed onto the bed. Weakly, Lily tried to keep her legs straight, but the pleasure running through her made her knees weak.
Lightheadedly, Lily started to slump until her hair was let go so her hips could be grabbed. Rough hands on her hips jerked her back, holding her up and pulling her back to impale her on a far-too-massive cock.
Eyes rolling back as the feeling of throbbing inside of her became too intense, too overwhelming. Knees shaking and breath becoming ragged. The feeling of him fucking her so deep that after every thrust it felt like he was going to break her in half. Lily screamed as an orgasm tore into her and she completely collapsed – except for the fact that she was being held up.
Feeling her pussy clamp harder made Lance get even more aggressive, forcing his cock into the clenching pussy of the slut he was using like a toy. Pounding her nearly limp body, she moaned and cried out and whimpered, howling out ‘God yes’ and ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck’, again and again while digging her nails into the bed and howling with bliss despite being too helplessly exhausted to fuck back.
Finally, with a roar, Lance came for the second time; the familiar feeling of his heat filling her up with a thinner load of cum than the first tipped Lily over to her second orgasm for the day, her sensitive pussy well lubricated by the semen inside of her as he continued to thrust and pound and drive himself into her before he finally exhausted himself.
Letting her go, Lily slumped weakly onto the bed, panting and whimpering. She moaned, weakly grabbing onto the bed and trying to climb up until Lance grabbed her around her midsection and helped her up.
Her hips hurt from where Lance grabbed her, but the feeling of a cunt full of cum turned her on to an insane degree. Weakly, the woman desperately tried to look at herself in the mirror, and couldn’t help but smile at the sight; smeared lavender lipstick practically covered the lower half of her face, eyeshadow that ran all over the place, bloodshot red eyes from when she was having a hard time breathing while being facefucked.
Lance mentioned something about going ahead and showering, to which Lily weakly nodded, looking at herself in the mirror. Lily thought she was hot. She loved how her enhanced breasts looked, loved the tattoos dotting her body and the massive yggdrasil on her belly with roots which ensnared her breasts underneath. She loved the sight of her being a ruined filthy slut, and that thought made her reach down and rub her clit.
An achiness pulsed through her pussy as the poor, well-used cunt throbbed in protest to greater stimulation until she rubbed her clit a little lighter, finding that perfect sweet spot of pressure and softness to make her knees shake. Lily laid on her side, lifting one leg up to spread out slightly more, dipping her finger into her vulva only for a moment to get it lubed up with a mix of her and Lance’s cum before she continued to rub her clit.
Inhaling, she closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling. Her shoulder hurt ever so slightly from the harsh way he pulled down on her while fucking her from behind. Her body felt like it had handprints all over it, and both her throat and pussy were slightly sore.
Squeezing one of her nipples, made ever so sensitive by her piercing, Lily whimpered. The fingers to her clit rubbed faster and faster without applying more pressure and the woman began to breathe harder and harder. Her body felt like it was on a fire which gave pleasure instead of pain. Hands rubbed furiously as the muscles in her calves tightened and her whole body shook.
Lily rolled onto her front and humped the bed while aggressively pinching her nipple and rubbing her pussy. Desire spread through her whole body as a feeling built up like pressure at a dam.
The Slut Goddess let out a tiny scream as she felt her pussy gush again, covering her fingertips and the bed in copious amounts of hot, lubricating cum as she panted and groaned.
Without warning, hands grabbed her hard and flipped her over, forcing her to open her eyes. Richard was atop her, already naked, his muscular body ready as he grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head before pinning them both with one hand, his firm cock pressed against her pussy.
The sound of Lance in the shower was ignored by the both of them as Richard’s massive hands held down both of Lily’s tiny wrists before he leaned in to give her a soft kiss, enjoying the taste of cum on her lips – obvious by the way his firm cock throbbed lightly against her thigh – before he pulled back.
With his free hand, Richard gave Lily’s right breast a hard slap and she screamed, jerking away. The feeling of her breast being slapped was a sharp pain which started out overwhelming and excrutiating, but within less than a second it melted down into a pain which left her high.
“Harder!” she snarled out after a moment, and in response her left breast was slapped. Lily bucked her hips up against Richard as she felt his cock harden even more. “Don’t fucking stop!”
Richard slapped the same spot on each of her massive tits each time, turning the skin from a pretty pale to a pink. Every slap felt more intense, and left her at first with a pain that made her buck and kick out and try to pull her wrists away before almost immediately cooling into a body high that tingled through her. Lily whimpered, cried out, and her squirming and struggling became weaker after the tenth slap on each breast.
Instead, she was panting like an animal, groaning at the feeling of his hard cock against her vulva as he grinded lightly to tease her. She was intoxicated by his hand slapping both of her breasts, the pain now consumed completely by the hint of a high from the last slap. Lily’s eyes were glazed over and her fingers twitched and clenched her palms but she couldn’t fight anymore.
Once Richard saw that he beat her tits until she submitted, the man let her wrists go to grab his cock and run it against the folds of her pussy, causing Lily to shudder and gasp as she was teased.
Without warning, Richard took his sloppy seconds by force, driving his cock into that cum-filled hole and slamming her as hard as he could with her on her back. Lily let out a cry and nearly came just from that… but rather than pulling back to thrust into her, he roughly grabbed both her thighs and lifted her legs high, putting them on her shoulders while bending over lightly.
Whimpering, Lily knew that this was gonna be deep.
The dominant black man grabbed her wrists again – this time one with each hand and pulled back hard on them to pull her arms straight while her legs rested on his shoulders… before he thrusted into her with all her might.
Lily thought he hit the bottom as that one thrust was enough to make her pussy squeeze his cock for dear life in the fourth orgasm of the night.
“Take it like a toy, slut!” Richard was not a quiet lover; every thrust he pulled back on her arms and pulled her body onto him, nearly tearing her in half as every single drive of his hips used the full power of his body. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed. The sound of Richard issuing roleplayed threats, the sound of him growling and Lily screaming all filled the air.
Richard pulled back on her as she tried to pull away, but didn’t have even an ounce of strength remaining. The feeling of her tits bouncing accentuated the sting from when they were being slapped, and slowly Lily’s ability to do anything other than obey and take cock were ripped from her.
That cock kept driving itself deeper into her and throbbing harder with his heartbeat, making it expand again and again. Low moans escaped Lily as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her; these no less intense than the others, but this time all she could do was arch her back and shake. Lily’s eyes watered as she felt his cock harden more and more.
Richard’s hands left her wrists and grasped her shoulders while he leaned in deeper, Lily’s eyes bulging as he drove himself so deep into her it hurt, even if that pain was the most pleasurable pain she felt all day.
As he drove himself down deep, deep into her and his cock exploded and filled Lily with cum, the slut’s mind was ripped away from her. Behind all she had was this satiated desire for every ounce of cum, and as his cock sprayed the inside of her pussy one spurt at a time, those spurts felt like they gave her mini-orgasms with nearly every thrust.
As Richard’s orgasm ended, he let her wrists and legs go and leaned in, wrapping his arms around her. Lily leaned in passionately, as aggressively as she could pressed her lips hard against his and moaned into his mouth as he pressed his tongue into hers and dominated even the kiss with his strength, his arms wrapping around her underneath and pulling her body against his as he continued to grind inside of her.
It hurt so bad but felt so right, like an addiction that Lily couldn’t tell him that she was done. Instead, she just ground against Richard, moaning as he continued to entertwine his tongue with hers, the kiss unrboken as their nails dug into one another’s backs, Richard’s cock continuing to pound her tight cunt.
Lily moaned into the kiss, her exhaustion holding back another orgasm even though her pussy was so sensitive. She could feel every single bit of the texture of the skin of his massive cock, could feel her pussy get slightly smaller when he pulled out and stretch as she thrusted. The feeling of that stretch made her heart pound harder and harder, and her aching pussy twitched.
Whimpering, Lily pulled away from the kiss to cry out and that cry turned into a scream as Richard bit into her shoulder; Lily’s pussy throbbed even harder, and as his teeth dug harder and harder into Lily and his thrusts became fast and deep but delayed with each one, the rush of sensations ripped another orgasm from Lily as she howled in Richard’s ear so loud it hurt him a little.
After that, Lily pushed on Richard, goaning and making it clear that she desperately needed him off. Respectfully, Richard obeyed, but instead of immediately going to the shower like Lance, Richard rolled onto his back panting, dark skin glistening with sweat.
Lily moaned softly, and twitched. She didn’t seem to be capable of thought, too exhausted and well used. Lily’s mind was truly blank, no longer drowning in her mania; the only things in her mind were the aches and bliss of her body. The feeling of Richard’s hand petting her hand as it started. The coolness of the air conditioned room on her bare skin causing the slightest hint of goosebumps to stand.
Violet Lewis hated being bipolar, but when it happened, she always made sure that she would be taken care of as Lily.
When Richard finally left the bed, bidding her goodbye and heading to the shower, Lily contently nuzzled the bed after setting up an alarm clock to wake her up after a short, 15 minute power nap.
The final step of The Protocol, of course was simple. A shower to wash off the sweat and cum and enjoy the feeling of hot water cascading all over her aching muscles; a trip back to Jessie’s minivan which had returned to pick her up, and the rapid reapplication of a more work-appropriate set of clothes.
“You know, I’m jealous of you,” Jessie admitted to Violet who grinned, albiet less maniacally than before.
“Cause I get fucked so hard you can already see the bruises forming?” she asked, finishing admiring the red marks on her breasts before covering them with her bra before immediately slipping back into the pantsuit she had actually worn to work.
“No, me and the hubby are getting there,” Jessie replied with a soft smile. “I just mean you can get your clothes and makeup done in the back of a moving car in 10 minutes. How do you ever pull that off?”
Violet just grinned, finishing brushing her hair and pulling it back into a bun. “Practice. Lots and lots of practice.”
Getting out of the car, Violet happily strutted back into work, waving to the firm’s receptionist. Her breasts still stung, her legs hurt from the shaking and tensing, and her pussy still throbbed, but every one of those sensations would help see her through the day as she got back to her office to get back to research and calls for Mr. Davidson’s case.