Primal Yielding
She lingered in the dim glow of the Vegas hotel suite, the city’s neon pulse throbbing through floor-to-ceiling windows like a heartbeat too wild to tame. Ava’s fingers trembled as she unzipped her overnight bag, the faint scent of desert heat clinging to her skin from the flight. Ethan had kissed her goodbye that morning with an urgency that puzzled her—almost desperate, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered for her to seize the conference, to let loose. Odd words from her steady, predictable husband of seven years. But work called, and her new boss, Damien Blackwood, promised this retreat would rocket her career into the stratosphere.
Ava smoothed her black pencil skirt, feeling the silk blouse hug her full breasts, the fabric whispering against nipples that hardened unexpectedly at the thought of Damien’s piercing gaze during orientation. He was nothing like the bosses before—a towering figure, late forties, salt-and-pepper hair cropped close, body sculpted from what she guessed were endless gym hours and primal discipline. Men like him didn’t just lead firms; they conquered them. She shook off the shiver, blaming jet lag. Little did she know, back home, Ethan’s world had shattered into something raw and unforgiving.
Chapter 1: Fractured Loyalty 💋
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Ethan slumped against the cool leather of his office chair two weeks earlier, the air thick with stale coffee and printer ink. Midday sun slanted through blinds, casting stripes across his desk cluttered with spreadsheets. He’d always been the reliable type—lean frame from weekend jogs, tousled dark hair, hazel eyes that crinkled when he smiled at Ava. But boredom gnawed at him lately. Their bed felt like a routine battlefield, her touches mechanical, his cravings unmet.
The intercom buzzed. “Visitor in the lobby, Ethan. Says it’s urgent—Lila Voss.”
Curiosity pulled him down. There she stood, flame-haired stunner in a crimson sheath dress that clung like a second skin to her hourglass curves. Mid-twenties, emerald eyes sparkling with mischief, lips full and painted sinful red. “Ethan? I’m starting in finance, heard you’re the guru. Lunch? Please?” Her voice dripped honey, body leaning in just enough to waft jasmine perfume.
He should’ve said no. But the way she bit her lip, glancing up through lashes—it ignited something dormant, a spark long dimmed by Ava’s indifference. Lunch stretched into drinks at a dive bar, her laughter bubbling like champagne, stories of escaping a toxic ex in Chicago. By evening, she “needed help” assembling IKEA junk at her sleek loft overlooking the strip—free rent from a “rich aunt,” she claimed.
Inside, chaos: boxes everywhere, faint vanilla candles flickering. As he hammered a shelf, she vanished, reemerging in lace-trimmed teddy, thigh-highs framing toned legs, her heavy tits spilling over cups. “Ethan… I’ve wanted this since I saw your photo online.” She prowled closer, hips swaying hypnotic.
“I’m married,” he stammered, heart pounding, cock twitching traitorously against his slacks. “Ava… I love her.”
Lila pouted, fingers trailing his chest. “One taste. No one knows. Feel how wet I am for you.” She grabbed his hand, pressing it to her soaked thong. Heat seared his palm, her musk invading his senses—earthy, primal. Resistance crumbled like dry earth.
She shoved him onto the futon, straddling, grinding her slick folds along his bulge. Zipper down, his shaft sprang free—average length, throbbing veins pulsing. “Fuck, you’re hard for me,” she moaned, sinking down, velvet walls clenching like a vise. He groaned, hands gripping her ass, the slap of flesh echoing, her juices dripping hot onto his balls.
She rode savage, tits bouncing, nails raking his chest, cries feral: “Deeper! Give it to me!” Sweat slicked their bodies, her scent overwhelming—sweat, pussy, lust. He flipped her, pounding missionary, her legs locked ankles digging heels into his back. Climax hit like lightning; he flooded her, grunts animalistic, her walls milking every drop amid spasms.
Post-orgasm haze shattered days later. Damien’s call: gravel voice, smug. “Caught your fun with Lila on cam, Ethan. My hire, by the way. Tell Ava, or play my game.”
The First Demand
Ethan’s stomach churned, bile rising. Damien’s office downtown gleamed chrome and glass, view swallowing the sprawl. Damien lounged, massive frame dwarfing the desk, biceps straining sleeves—ex-military vibe, primal alpha etched in every line.
“Your fling saves your marriage if you obey,” Damien growled, tossing a tablet. Video looped: Ethan’s betrayal in HD, moans tinny but damning. “Friday? Skip work. Head to Jade’s penthouse suite. She and her girls will… enlighten you.”
A photo pinged: three vixens—Jade, raven-haired fitness model; twins Mia and Zoe, platinum blondes with asses like ripe peaches. “They’ll teach you woman’s burdens. For Ava’s sake.”
Ethan nodded, throat dry, cock shamefully stirring at the degradation’s edge.
Chapter 2: Shattered Facade
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The penthouse reeked of luxury—marble floors chilled bare feet, ocean salt air from balcony breezes mixing with lavender diffusers. Jade greeted him, statuesque in yoga pants and crop top, abs rippling. “Strip, bitch. Nick—er, Damien—says you’re ours till Sunday.”
Humiliation bloomed as they waxed his legs raw, skin screaming, pubic hair yanked till he yelped. Makeup next: smoky eyes, glossy lips, lashes fluttering false. Nails acrylic red, clicking mockery. Chastity cage snapped on—cold steel biting his shrinking dick, key dangling from Jade’s navel piercing.
“No erections, princess,” Mia giggled, parading topless, pert C-cups jiggling, nipples pierced silver. “Watch and learn.”
They dressed him: sheer maid apron over fishnets, garters framing caged junk, five-inch stilettos wobbling ankles. Chores commenced—scrubbing toilets with toothbrush, tongue out on command; laundry piles of thongs, cum-stained sheets from their escapades, fabric tangy with stranger spunk.
Nights blurred: massaging oiled bodies, fingers kneading gluteal firmness, scents of coconut lotion and aroused cunt overwhelming. Zoe ground her ass on his face during pedicures—”Smell real woman”—her pucker musky, lips parting to tease pink folds. Cage strained futile, blue-balled agony throbbing, pre-cum weeping uselessly.
Saturday eve escalated. Bathed again, shaved smoother than silk, blowout curls framing painted face. Corset cinched waist wasp-thin, pink latex mini scraping thighs. Blindfold whisked off: Rocco loomed, tattooed brute, 6’5″ of veined muscle, bulge tenting sweats like a python.
“To grasp primal womanhood,” Jade purred, “fuck like prey. Boyfriend time.”
Ethan’s scream muffled as Rocco pinned him, sausage fingers ripping panties aside. “Pretty slut,” Rocco rumbled, breath whiskey-foul. Cock freed—nine inches girthy, veins angry, pre glistening bulbous head.
Pleading eyes met Jade’s camera lens. Rocco spat lube—cold glop trickling crack—then impaled. Burnt stretch tore Ethan apart, bowels yielding to invasion, fullness primal. Rocco hammered, balls slapping caged clit, grunts beastly: “Tight boipussy! Milk me, bitch!”
Prostate milked fireworks; cage dribbled watery cum, shame flooding as pleasure coiled treasonous. Rocco roared, flooding depths hot jets painting guts. Jade zoomed: Ethan’s ruined makeup, drool-slick lips, ass gaping seed-leaking.
“Damien’s got this gem,” Jade cooed. “Now, send Ava off proper.”
Broken Commands
Sunday dawn, Ethan hobbled home, legs quaking bowl-legged, hole tender pulsing phantom cock. Ava stirred coffee, oblivious brunette waves tousled, robe gaping cleavage valley, coffee steam veiling her puzzled frown. “Rough weekend swim training? Legs so smooth…”
He forced smile, gut twisting. Damien’s text: Tell her Vegas is hers. Urge her to fuck me raw. Or vid drops.
“Babe,” Ethan croaked, voice cracking, “Damien’s intense. Conference… let primal side out. Sleep with him if sparks fly. Make us proud.”
Ava’s cup clattered. Shock rippled her face—betrayal? Desire? “Ethan, what the hell?” But he doubled down, words acid-burning throat, tears pricking as she searched his eyes, finding only fractured resolve.
Chapter 3: Vegas Inferno 🔥
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Ava paced the suite, slot machines’ distant jangle seeping through walls, champagne fizzing ignored beside caviar tray. Damien’s welcome dinner replayed: his hand grazing her thigh under table, electric jolt shooting core-ward, panties dampening despite vows. Ethan’s bizarre send-off echoed—permission? Command? Guilt warred with curiosity, her body betraying fidelity with swollen clit pulsing.
Knock. Damien, in unbuttoned shirt revealing pecs furred silver, slacks straining crotch-mound. “Trouble sleeping? Strategy session.”
She let him in, pulse racing, his cologne woody primal invading space. They talked mergers, but eyes locked predatory. “Ethan called,” Damien lied smooth. “Said seize opportunities. Including me.”
Ava flushed crimson. “He… what?” Damien closed distance, thumb tracing jaw, lips claiming savage. Tongue invaded, mint-tang battling her gasp, hands palming ass lifting her against wall. Skirt hiked, thong snapped aside—fingers plunged sopping heat, three thick digits curling G-spot, thumb grinding pearl.
“Dripping slut,” he growled, free hand mauling tit, pinching nipple raw. She whimpered, hips bucking involuntary, cream coating wrist audible squelch. He dropped trou, monstrosity springing—eleven inches veined monstrosity, mushroom head weeping.
Hoisted legs spread, he speared core, breach agonizing ecstasy, walls stretched obscene. Balls-deep hilt, cervix battered, her screams muffled mouth devoured. Pounding piston-rhythmic, suite shaking couch later, her face-down ass-up, cheeks spread watching mirror-plunge, froth coating shaft white from churned froth.
“Primal fucktoy,” Damien snarled, spanking crimson welts, sweat-slick bodies slapping symphony. She shattered, squirting gush soaking sheets, convulsions milking him. He erupted, painting womb thick ropes, overflow birthing dribbles down thighs.
Collapsed entwined, aftershocks trembling, Ava’s mind fractured—bliss guilt cocktail, Ethan’s face blurring into Damien’s smirk.
Seminar Seduction
Day two panels dragged, Damien’s foot nudging hers under table, promise in steel eyes. Lunch alcove: she deepthroated him covert, gagging salty pre, mascara rivers as esophagus bulged ridged shaft. Swallowed hot load, burps cum-scented rest afternoon, thong sodden continuous leak.
Night three: poolside cabana, oiled bodies grinding lounge, her riding reverse cowgirl waves lapping echoes, tits fishnet-trapped nipples grazed chlorine air. His girth rearranged guts, orgasms chained thunderous, voices hoarse primal roars.
Chapter 4: Echoes of Ruin
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Ethan refreshed endlessly, Damien’s anonymous drop: grainy clips of Ava’s moans, Damien’s conquest documented. Cock caged still in memory’s vise, he jerked frantic to visions—his wife’s betrayal his orchestration, pre-orgasm shame spurt.
Flashback intruded: Jade’s house post-Rocco, girls circling, strap-ons gleaming. “All holes, doll.” Pegged airtight—Mia throat, Zoe ass, Jade cunt-grind—fake cocks churning froth, his whimpers music. Cum recycled down gullet, bellied bloated.
New torment: Damien summoned post-conference eve. Ethan’s knees bruised marble as ordered suck the boss—Damien’s cock reeking Ava’s pussy recent, tangy residue coating tongue, balls heavy slapping chin. “Taste your wife, cuck.” Skull-fucked brutal, nasal bulge, drowned deluge gulped-spilling.
“She’s mine now,” Damien laughed, pissing warm stream down gullet after. “Primal hierarchy. You serve base.”
Confession’s Edge
Ava returned glowing, pussy tender swollen secret. Ethan feigned joy, tongue probing folds nightsworn, flavors mingled—hers sweet, Damien’s musk primal proof. She came buckets his face, unknowing bliss, bonds twisted tighter.
Whispers evolved: her absences “late meetings,” Ethan’s cageless now but impotent save humiliation. Jade crew revisited monthly, feminized fuckfests escalating—gangbanged real cocks, bukkake masks peeling cum.
Chapter 5: Primal Reckoning 🔥
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Weeks blurred, Ava’s transformation visceral. Damien’s penthouse lair: mirrors every angle capturing her debasement. Chained four-poster, blindfolded awaiting whims—Nubian bulls tag-teamed, double pent, asses lips stretched yawning voids.
“Feel that primal stretch,” Damien coached, fisting her sopping chasm wrist-deep, elbow teasing lips. She squirted arcs painting walls, body convulsing possession.
Ethan’s denouement: hidden closet spectator, strokin silent as Damien railed Ava doggy, mirror-view anus gaping prior fling. Her cries: “Breed me, master! Ethan’s tiny prick nothing!” Climax shared—his across glass, theirs flooding union.
Bonds reforge warped: Ava collared discreet Damien’s property, Ethan sissy maid weekends. Primal urges reigned—hunger devouring loyalty, surrender ecstasy’s forge. Nights tangled three-way, Ethan’s tongue cleanup duty post-Damien’s dumps, flavors cocktail cum cream piss blended bliss.
In quiet aftermaths, Ava stroked Ethan’s cage anew voluntary, whispering, “We needed this wildness.” He nodded, hole twitching phantom fills, primal peace in ruins rebuilt rawer. Vegas neon faded memory; new dawn animal eternal.
Their laughter mingled smoke-hazed, bodies spent sweat-glued, city’s hum lullaby to forever’s feast.
