The air inside the caravan was heavy — thick with arousal, sweat, and the electric scent of something forbidden.
Soraya sat on the edge of the mattress, her thighs pressed together, her breath shallow.
She couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The way Ben’s cock had felt under her — hot, twitching, denied.
The way he kissed — like he hadn’t been kissed in years.
The way he obeyed when Maya said no.
She had thought she’d just be watching. But now?
She wanted in.
Not just to fuck him — though God, her pussy still throbbed from the pressure of him beneath her.
She wanted the intimacy.
The privilege.
To be allowed.
Across the small space, Maya and Leah were sprawled naked on the bed, Leah between Maya’s legs, her mouth glistening with devotion.
Maya stroked her hair lazily, watching Soraya with a slow smile.
“You want to touch him again,” she said flatly.
Soraya nodded, unable to lie.
Maya’s fingers curled in Leah’s hair, tugging lightly.
“Would you like to bring him to us?”
Soraya blinked. “What do you mean?”
Maya leaned up on her elbows. “Blindfold him. Guide him inside. Keep him obedient. Let him feel... but not have.”
Soraya swallowed. “And... what do I get?”
Leah pulled back from between Maya’s thighs, cheeks flushed, lips wet. “We’ll let you choose how he suffers.”
Maya smirked. “And if you do well… I’ll reward you.”
The silence after that was thick enough to taste.
Soraya stood.
---
Five minutes later, Ben stood outside the caravan, naked, cock pulsing with every heartbeat.
Soraya stepped out, soft fabric in her hand. “They want you... but only if you trust me.”
Ben’s eyes searched hers — desperate, needing. “What’s the game now?”
She stepped closer, pressed her chest to his, and whispered: “This time, I’m the one who leads you.”
She tied the blindfold. Firm. Complete darkness.
Ben exhaled shakily.
Soraya led him inside, one hand on his wrist, the other on his lower back.
The caravan was warm, lit only by golden lamps. He could smell Leah — sweet, salty. He could hear Maya’s breathing. But he couldn’t see.
And it made him throb.
Soraya guided him down onto the edge of the bed. His cock stood tall, leaking at the tip.
She sat in front of him, her knees brushing his thighs, and blew softly across the head of his cock — watching it twitch violently in response.
“Don’t move,” she said.
She kissed his neck. His collarbone. Bit his earlobe.
Ben groaned.
Maya’s voice rang out from the bed. “Soraya… no penetration. Nothing inside her. Or you.”
Soraya smiled. “I understand.”
She slid down and began to lick him, slow, lazy licks from the base to the crown, circling the head but never taking him fully into her mouth.
Ben gasped, hips twitching. “Please…”
Soraya paused. “Do I have permission?”
“No,” Maya called. “He doesn’t get release. Not until Leah and I decide who he comes for.”
Soraya moaned softly, dragging her breasts along his thighs as she kissed the head again.
He was shaking.
Then she climbed onto his lap again — like before — but this time, she grinded her soaking pussy along the underside of his cock, slowly, never letting him slip inside.
He could feel the heat of her desire, the wetness, the ache of her not giving him everything.
She kissed him again — harder this time — and whispered in his ear:
“I want to fuck you so badly it hurts. But they own your pleasure. Not me.”
Ben was nearly in tears.
Maya stood then, naked and regal, and finally said:
“That’s enough. He’s ready.”
Leah came forward and took Soraya’s place. Soraya stood, trembling, her thighs slick, her heart racing.
Maya kissed her cheek and whispered:
“You’ve earned your reward.”
And Ben still had no idea whose mouth was lowering toward his cock next. 6: The Offering
The air inside the caravan was heavy — thick with arousal, sweat, and the electric scent of something forbidden.
Soraya sat on the edge of the mattress, her thighs pressed together, her breath shallow.
She couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The way Ben’s cock had felt under her — hot, twitching, denied.
The way he kissed — like he hadn’t been kissed in years.
The way he obeyed when Maya said no.
She had thought she’d just be watching. But now?
She wanted in.
Not just to fuck him — though God, her pussy still throbbed from the pressure of him beneath her.
She wanted the intimacy.
The privilege.
To be allowed.
Across the small space, Maya and Leah were sprawled naked on the bed, Leah between Maya’s legs, her mouth glistening with devotion.
Maya stroked her hair lazily, watching Soraya with a slow smile.
“You want to touch him again,” she said flatly.
Soraya nodded, unable to lie.
Maya’s fingers curled in Leah’s hair, tugging lightly.
“Would you like to bring him to us?”
Soraya blinked. “What do you mean?”
Maya leaned up on her elbows. “Blindfold him. Guide him inside. Keep him obedient. Let him feel... but not have.”
Soraya swallowed. “And... what do I get?”
Leah pulled back from between Maya’s thighs, cheeks flushed, lips wet. “We’ll let you choose how he suffers.”
Maya smirked. “And if you do well… I’ll reward you.”
The silence after that was thick enough to taste.
Soraya stood.
---
Five minutes later, Ben stood outside the caravan, naked, cock pulsing with every heartbeat.
Soraya stepped out, soft fabric in her hand. “They want you... but only if you trust me.”
Ben’s eyes searched hers — desperate, needing. “What’s the game now?”
She stepped closer, pressed her chest to his, and whispered: “This time, I’m the one who leads you.”
She tied the blindfold. Firm. Complete darkness.
Ben exhaled shakily.
Soraya led him inside, one hand on his wrist, the other on his lower back.
The caravan was warm, lit only by golden lamps. He could smell Leah — sweet, salty. He could hear Maya’s breathing. But he couldn’t see.
And it made him throb.
Soraya guided him down onto the edge of the bed. His cock stood tall, leaking at the tip.
She sat in front of him, her knees brushing his thighs, and blew softly across the head of his cock — watching it twitch violently in response.
“Don’t move,” she said.
She kissed his neck. His collarbone. Bit his earlobe.
Ben groaned.
Maya’s voice rang out from the bed. “Soraya… no penetration. Nothing inside her. Or you.”
Soraya smiled. “I understand.”
She slid down and began to lick him, slow, lazy licks from the base to the crown, circling the head but never taking him fully into her mouth.
Ben gasped, hips twitching. “Please…”
Soraya paused. “Do I have permission?”
“No,” Maya called. “He doesn’t get release. Not until Leah and I decide who he comes for.”
Soraya moaned softly, dragging her breasts along his thighs as she kissed the head again.
He was shaking.
Then she climbed onto his lap again — like before — but this time, she grinded her soaking pussy along the underside of his cock, slowly, never letting him slip inside.
He could feel the heat of her desire, the wetness, the ache of her not giving him everything.
She kissed him again — harder this time — and whispered in his ear:
“I want to fuck you so badly it hurts. But they own your pleasure. Not me.”
Ben was nearly in tears.
Maya stood then, naked and regal, and finally said:
“That’s enough. He’s ready.”
Leah came forward and took Soraya’s place. Soraya stood, trembling, her thighs slick, her heart racing.
Maya kissed her cheek and whispered:
“You’ve earned your reward.”
And Ben still had no idea whose mouth was lowering toward his cock next.
