Sweat rolled down your best friend Yuki's breasts, salty drops collecting in the valley between her tits before rolling down her flat stomach until they were lost in the dark triangle of damp hair between her legs. Her fingers were still buried in your pussy, she felt your inner walls contracting around her knuckles, hot and slippery-wet. The scent of sex was thick in the air, a mix of feminine musk and wet moods, and that metallic tang of arousal that made your mouth water.
"I can feel you shaking," Yuki murmured, her voice like a scratch against your ear as her fingers moved in slow circles inside you, grazing that rough spot that made you jump with every pass.
"My goodness, what a tight pussy," she said.
You gasped in panic, your nails digging into her thighs, your mouth open in a silent moan. Yuki's tongue had left your nipples slick with saliva, the skin around them red and sensitive, almost aching at the slightest touch of air.
"Don't…don't stop…" you begged, your voice breaking. "Please, Yuki, I'm going to…"
The phone vibrated again, this time insistently, as if Satoru on the other side of the screen had pressed the redial button repeatedly. You jumped, your body tense between the desire to cum and the curiosity to see what that man wanted at that moment. Yuki didn't stop; instead, she added a third finger, spreading you apart with a decisive movement that elicited a strangled cry from you.
"Answer," Yuki commanded, her lips brushing your cheek as her fingers continued to hammer inside you. "Show him how close you are to orgasm. Show him how crazy I drive you."
You reached for your phone with a shaking hand, your thumb sliding across the screen to accept the call. Satoru's face appeared immediately, closer this time, as if he'd brought the camera closer to his face. After the $15,000 he'd sent you last time, now he wanted more. His eyes were beautiful, two blue slits, the pupils dilated, the lips moist. Behind him, you could glimpse a mirror reflecting his naked torso, the veins on his bulging arms, his hands gripping his erect cock, the tip already wet.
"So," Satoru said, "you left me halfway. It's not done."
Yuki laughed. A dark sound vibrated against your neck. She raised a free hand, bringing it to your mouth and forcing your lips open.
"Suck," she commanded, and you obeyed instantly, closing your lips around her fingers, soaked in your own juices. Yuki then brought those fingers to the camera, bringing them closer until they were the only thing visible on the screen.
"Taste it," she said to Satoru. "It's so sweet I could lick my fingers for days."
Satoru moaned, his hand tightening around his cock. "Fuck," he whispered, "I want to see you now. Both of you."
You licked your lips, the taste of yourself still in your mouth, mingling with that of Yuki. You turned slightly, so the camera could better focus on your body: your swollen breasts, your rock-hard nipples, your thighs spread and slick with juices. Yuki wasted no time: she lowered herself again, her tongue emerging from her mouth to trace a wet line from your navel to your clit, already swollen and throbbing.
"Look," Yuki said, her voice muffled by the position, as her tongue closed around your clit. "Look how much she loves it."
You cried out, your fingers clutching Yuki's hair, pulling just enough to hurt.
"Yes, come on, right there…"
Satoru Gojo panted, his hand moving faster on his cock. "More," he ordered. "I want to see Yuki fucks you with that fake cock while you touch your tits. I want to hear you scream."
Yuki raised her head, her eyes shining with excitement. Without saying a word, she reached for the bedside table, grabbing the fake cock you'd used earlier. It was still wet, slick with lube and your juices. She brought it to her mouth, licking the tip with a slow, sensual movement, before spreading more saliva along the shaft.
"Turn around," Yuki said, giving you a slap on the ass that echoed throughout the room.
You obeyed immediately, getting on all fours, your ass exposed to both Yuki and the camera. Yuki positioned herself behind you, her fake cock pressing against your anus, still slightly open from the previous time with Nanami.
"Spread your legs," Yuki whispered, one hand pushing the tip against your tight opening. "I want him to feel it. I want him to hear on the phone how much you love taking this cock in your ass."
You inhaled deeply, your tense muscles relaxing just enough to allow the toy to slide inside you. A long, ragged moan escaped your lips as the fake cock sank into you, inch by inch, filling you in a way that made your stomach clench.
"Oh, fuck!" Satoru gasped, his voice strained. "Like this, just like this!"
Yuki began to move, slow, deep thrusts that rocked your body. With her free hand, she reached for your breasts, squeezing your nipples between her fingers until they turned a deep pink, almost purple.
"Touch yourself," Yuki commanded, and you obeyed, bringing a hand between your legs to rub your swollen clit, fingers moving in quick, desperate circles.
"Yes, yes, yes!" You couldn't form words, only broken sounds, moans turning into screams as Yuki increased her pace, her fake cock slamming against your most sensitive spot with every thrust.
"I'm about to cum, I'm about to…"
"Not yet," Satoru growled. "Not without me."
Yuki smiled, a wicked expression you couldn't see, but you could feel it in the way your friend's fingers dug into your hips.
"Hear that?" Yuki said. "You can't come. Not until he tells you to."
You moaned, your body shaking from the effort of holding back. The fake cock filled your ass in a way that made you see stars, the pressure building inside you like a wave ready to overwhelm you.
"I…I can't…"
"You can do it," Satoru said, his voice firm. "And when I tell you to cum, I want you to squirt all over. I want to see you soak the bed like the wet slut you are."
Yuki added another finger to your pussy, penetrating you from both front and back, the rhythm synchronized to maximize pleasure. "Do it for him," she whispered, "Show him how good you are at obeying."
You closed your eyes, your lips pressed together, your body tense as a violin string. Your fingers moved relentlessly, your clit so sensitive that every touch was almost painful.
"Satoru..." you begged, "Please..."
"Now…" Satoru said, his voice breaking, "cum, now."
It was like someone had flipped a switch. You screamed, your body arching backward as a wave of pleasure washed over you. You felt the heat explode inside you, a powerful jet shooting out of your pussy, soaking the sheets, Yuki's thighs, your own stomach. The fake cock in your ass seemed to push you further, prolonging the orgasm until you were sure you might pass out from the pleasure.
"Fuck!" Satoru screamed, and through the screen came the wet sound of his orgasm, his labored breathing, the camera shaking as if he'd shaken the phone.
Yuki didn't stop. She continued to move the fake cock inside you, prolonging your orgasm until you collapsed on the bed, your body shaking, your legs unable to support you any longer. Only then did Yuki withdraw, letting the toy slide out of your anus.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the two of you panting and the sound of Satoru recovering on the other side of the screen. Then, suddenly, the call went dead again. The screen went black, leaving only the reflection of your satisfied, sweaty bodies.
You collapsed onto the bed, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Yuki lay down next to you, one hand stroking your short hair, the other moving to her breast, squeezing a nipple with a grimace of pleasure.
"Holy shit," Yuki cursed, looking at your dead phone. "This fucking Wi-Fi..."
You laughed, a weak, breathless sound. "Do you really think it's a connection issue?"
Yuki leaned in, capturing your lips in a long, lazy kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth slowly, as if you had all the time in the world.
"No," she murmured against your lips. "I think that bastard wants to make us sweat. Wants to make us want more."
You smiled, your eyes shining with mischief. "Then let's give him what he wants."
Yuki propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze trailing down your body, still slick with sweat and your mixed juices.
"Oh darling," she said, "we're going to give him much more than he expects."
She leaned down again, this time to lick a drop of sweat sliding down your neck, her tongue tracing a slow path downward, towards your swollen breasts, your nipples still hard, in waiting.
You closed your eyes, a shiver running down your spine as your best friend took one nipple between her lips, sucking with a pressure that was almost painful, but so perfect.
Outside, the city continued to live, indifferent to your moans, your entwined bodies, the unspoken promises that hung in the air like the scent of sex. But in that room, in that messy bed, nothing existed but the two of you. And to Satoru, wherever he was, who was watching you. Who wanted you. Who would have you, one way or another.
Yuki raised her head, her eyes meeting yours. "Ready for round two?" she asked, a smile curving her lips.
You laughed, a low, sensual sound, as you reached out to grasp Yuki's hair, pulling her toward you for another kiss.
"You already know the answer," you whispered against her mouth, "And this time, we won't stop until he begs."
Meanwhile, a notification from your bank made you jump.
"+$8,000."
You smiled.