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  Marisol had been the first to drop to her knees.

  "Sit," she’d whispered, tugging Bharath toward the bed with that wicked glint in her eye. Sarah had barely kicked off her leggings before Marisol was already taking him into her mouth, hands grasping his thighs, tongue vishing his length like he was the only god that ever mattered.

  Sarah had straddled his chest a heartbeat ter, grinding her soaked panties against his sternum while he moaned into Marisol’s throat. She had leaned forward, kissed Marisol hard - tongue to tongue, his taste between them - just the way he liked it.

  “We’re yours tonight,” Sarah had whispered in his ear, hot and breathless. “Use us. Wreck us. Please.”

  And God, had he listened.

  He’d grabbed Sarah by the waist and flipped her onto her back like she weighed nothing, pulled Marisol up by her hair, kissed her filthy and deep before dragging them both onto all fours side by side. Marisol’s round ass had jiggled as she whimpered, hips swaying; Sarah had licked her lips as she looked at their reflections in the mirror across the room. Two beautiful girls - his apsaras - kneeling in offering.

  He took Sarah first. Bent over and stuffed full, she screamed into the pillow as he smmed into her from behind, spanking her until her breath stuttered and her eyes rolled back.

  “Louder,” he had growled. “You wanted filthy? Say it.”

  “I’m your slut!” she’d cried. “Fuck me like it!”

  And he had. He’d pulled out of her with a lewd pop, shoved his fingers into her ass without warning, and made her choke on her own moan as he filled Marisol’s pussy next.

  She remembered watching from the side - panting, legs shaking - as Marisol’s back arched like a bow. Her thighs quivered as Bharath pounded her into the mattress, one hand yanking her hair, the other twisting her nipples until she cried.

  Sarah had crawled forward, licked his balls, then up his shaft while he was still inside Marisol. When he pulled out, she sucked him clean while Marisol whimpered beneath her. He came all over both their breasts not long after - spping their tits together, painting their skin, smearing his scent until they were branded and shaking.

  It hadn't ended there.

  He fingered them both mercilessly until they sobbed - stuffing Sarah’s mouth while two fingers curled deep inside Marisol’s ass. They kissed and moaned through the overstimution, breasts rubbing, nipples tight and flushed as he made them grind on each other under his command.

  He pyed with them all night.

  They begged for it. For more. To be ruined.

  And he gave it to them.

  They lost track of how many times they came. Sarah only remembered screaming into Marisol’s thigh while her own legs trembled from the sixth - or was it the seventh? - orgasm, her breasts bouncing wildly as Bharath smmed into her from below while she rode him.

  And the way he’d held her afterward - just as tight, just as reverent.

  She never wanted to sleep again.

  But now, somehow, the calm had returned.

  The dawn light curled around the blinds like a whisper, and her heart felt too full to hold in her chest.

  Soft kisses on his neck. His jaw. Her hand moving gently over his shaft, coaxing him to life again even as he slept. It was already hardening in her grip like his body instinctively knew what day it was.

  Tuesday.

  Sacred Tuesday.

  Sarah let out a quiet gasp as he twitched in her hand, his fingers shifting on her hip as if he might wake. Her thighs pressed together. She was so ready.

  “Mm…” came a sleepy sound behind her.

  Sarah turned her head slightly, spotting Marisol stirring on the other side, her dark shes fluttering before her eyes focused and narrowed into a sleepy smirk.

  “Of course you're up,” Marisol murmured, voice like silk. “And of course, you’re already pying with him.”

  Sarah bit her lip, then giggled as Bharath’s cock pulsed in her palm again, betraying him. “He started it. He grabbed my boob like a caveman a few minutes ago.”

  Marisol stretched, hair tumbling around her shoulders, and rolled closer to nuzzle Bharath’s other side, kissing the corner of his lips. “He’s always like this on Tuesdays. His body just knows.”

  They both giggled as he gave a low moan - half asleep, half aroused - and then settled again.

  Marisol grinned and began kissing his chest on the opposite side, mirroring Sarah. Together, they worshipped him. Sarah’s hand kept stroking him slowly. Marisol added hers.

  Sarah ughed softly, “Double-fisting him before dawn. We’re going to hell.”

  Marisol snorted. “If this is hell, I’m staying.”

  They giggled again, and then a silence stretched between them - not uncomfortable, but full. Reverent.

  Sarah was the first to speak again, a little breathless. “I used to hear you, you know.”

  Marisol raised a brow, still stroking him. “Hear me?”

  “In the early days. When I wasn’t in the room. You’d beg for him. I’d hear the spanking. Your little gasps through the wall.”

  Marisol flushed but smiled. “I’m at all embarrassed about that. I was trying to get you to understand what you were missing out you know.”

  “You harlot,” Sarah whispered, kissing Bharath’s nipple, then licking it. “I was jealous. You can’t imagine the number of times I had to bite my hand to stop myself from crying out while I pleasured myself imagining I was in your pce.”

  Marisol hummed. “And now you’re here with us on Sacred Tuesday. We start early today… you excited?”

  Sarah nodded fiercely, her voice soft but sure. “Yeah. But I don’t know what I want yet. You seem so… confident.”

  Marisol’s eyes softened. She shifted so their heads were close over Bharath’s chest, arms brushing as they stroked him together.

  “I wasn’t always,” Marisol said gently. “Before Bharath, I’d barely done anything. Just kissed some boys. I didn’t know my kinks. I didn’t even think I had any. I thought sex would always be awkward or shameful or... boring.”

  Marisol added. “Until him. Sure I had been to second base with a few boys but I was always in control. And now...”

  Her voice dropped, husky. “Now I love it when he spanks me. When he pulls my hair. When he shoves his fingers in all my holes just because he wants to feel me squirm. I’m saving my anal virginity for his birthday, but everything else? It’s his.”

  Sarah squeezed her thighs together again. “Jesus, Mari…”

  Marisol giggled. “I even love watching him fuck you. Isn’t that crazy?”

  Sarah paused, eyes wide. Then… “No. I get it.”

  She shifted closer, their shoulders pressed now. “When he took you from behind while he kissed me? I almost came just from watching. I think maybe… we’re both a little cuck.”

  Marisol nodded thoughtfully. “Or maybe with Bharath, nothing feels wrong.”

  Sarah let out a shaky breath. “He makes it feel holy. Even when it’s filthy.”

  Their hands met on his cock. He was fully hard now, though still sleeping - or maybe just pretending. They both paused and looked down at him. His hips flexed just a little while he mauled their breasts causing them to gasp.

  “He does this in his sleep?” Sarah whispered.

  “I used to think he was faking,” Marisol said with a grin. “Nope. Fully asleep. Just horny as hell. Just like us.”

  They both ughed quietly.

  Sarah’s voice turned soft again. “Before him… I had sex, sure. But I was just a body. Guys used me. No one even cared if I enjoyed it. I didn’t know I could enjoy it. I thought pleasure was for them.”

  Marisol turned to her, eyes serious. “But now?”

  Sarah blinked, tears pricking unexpectedly. “Now a single kiss from him can undo me.”

  Marisol leaned over Bharath to kiss her gently. Not sensual. Just… comforting.

  “He adores you,” she whispered. “And I do too.”

  Sarah let out a breath. “I want to give him everything. I… I still have one virginity left. Anal. I want to give it to him. Not for some guy’s fetish. But because I know he’ll worship me and make me feel safe. Like he always does.”

  Marisol smiled and nodded. “We’ll pn something special. And you know what else?”

  Sarah tilted her head.

  “I want to explore sapphic stuff too. But only when he’s there. Only when he wants it. That’s what makes it hot. His eyes. His commands. His pleasure.”

  Sarah’s breath caught. “Same. Before Bharath, I’d never even thought of kissing a girl. But doing it for him? Letting him see? It turns me on like nothing else. Now I’ve… done things. Wild things. But only with him watching. Because I want him to see.”

  Marisol’s eyes twinkled. “Like st night?”

  Sarah blushed. “Oh my God, st night. When he stacked us like dolls. Had us kiss while he took us… I came so hard so many times I forgot my name. It was amazing watching you orgasm too.”

  They giggled again, overwhelmed.

  Sarah kissed Bharath’s chest again, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I still don’t know what my kinks are. But I know I love when he mauls my breasts. I love how he worships them like they belong to him. I love pleasuring him. I love…”

  She faltered.

  “I love being his.”

  Marisol brushed a strand of hair behind Sarah’s ear. “Then today’s your day to find out more.”

  Sarah nodded slowly. “What do you want today to be like?”

  Marisol gnced at the cock they were still slowly stroking together, now twitching with every few strokes. “I want to be used. Pushed. Pyed with. I want to lose track of who I am except that I’m his.”

  Sarah felt her heart beat faster. “Me too. I want to be broken open. Gently. Thoroughly. I want to find out who I can be… with him.”