Day 9 of 30 Days of Kink: The Awakening of Fallon Monroe Part III
By: Phoenix Williams
Tags: Lovestory, Romance, Short Story, Erotica, Kink

CHAPTER 5

Gasps, murmuring and straight out laughter greeted us. I chuckled. Humiliation was good for the soul. I saw Cam’s bubblegum slave with a leash around her neck, kneeling next to another man.

That was how it happened in this world. Another Master would take a slave away another if they weren’t on their game.

We walked — well, I walked, and Cam crawled — through throngs of people in various states of undress and sexual entanglement until we got to the table that held many different sexual devices. Selecting a stainless steel cock and ball ring I applied it to Cam before leading him to a wall of women ready to service anyone who asked.

I recognized Parker immediately from her mask and winked. That was her part of the deal. She would help me as long as she was the only one who would taste my cum. I didn’t have any objections to that at all.

I picked her and three other women out of the group and sat in a chair. I instructed the ladies to make Cam feel good. Four sets of lips on him — two on his dick and one on each of his nipples — had him groaning out loud. I motioned for Parker, and she settled between my thighs, ready to work that pretty mouth of hers.

Cam growled and attempted to remove Parker, but I yanked his leash, his head snapping back from the force. Shoving my finger in his mouth, I licked his earlobe.

“Be a good boy and share,” I whispered before biting him.

A good two minutes didn’t pass before my cum was being swallowed by Parker. She was good with the mouth — damn good. She laid her head on my thigh, and I stroked her head while we both watched Cameron struggle not to climax.

The more his dick swelled, the tighter the cock and ball ring got. The head of his brown dick was now a funny colored purple. His nipples were as hard as bullets. Sweat poured down on him as he fought to get away from the girls. He bit his lip so hard he drew blood.

The scent of desperation emitted from his pours. He was close. He opened his eyes and slowly turned his head in my direction. His eyes pleaded with me, but I needed to hear the words.

“P — please let me cum.”

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and I laughed.

“No, not yet.”

Yanking him up by his chain, I led him back to our room. Parker followed.

I immediately tied Cam to the chair. Placing another chair in front of him, I had Parker sit in it. I put a ball gag in Cameron’s mouth before kissing the tip of his pulsating dick.

Next, I got Parker situated with a vibrating strap-on. I licked and kissed her pointed nipples while stroking her hot pink dick. Cam’s choppy breathing bounced off the walls. Slowly, I sat on top of Parker, giving Cam a clear view of my pussy hugging each inch as it slipped inside me.

I moaned in earnest. I felt alive. This was what I had been missing, and I was going to make up for it. Cum dripped down my thighs heavily, trailing down to my foot. I placed my pedicured toes near Cam’s face and watched as he struggled in vain to lick them.

It was time to take things to another level.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

He nodded.

“Do you want to feel this tight, wet pussy?”

He tried to talk but only drool slipped from around the ball gag. I spread my pussy lips as I circled and bounced my hips, displaying my engorged clit. His moan was heavy with longing.

“Speak up!” He tried, and I laughed. “Do you want to cum inside?”

Sliding off of Parker, I turned around and sucked my cum off of her dick. The motion intensified the vibrations to her clit. Abruptly I slammed my pussy down on Cam’s thick dick. He screamed in ecstasy.

I ground my hips into him. “Is this what you wanted?”

He whimpered.

As quickly as I got on his dick, I hopped off of it. Turning the vibrations up on the strap-on, I bounced and worked my hips on Parker. It was time for the big finale.

“You said I couldn’t handle you,” I shouted over Parker’s escalating moans. Cam’s eyes snapped to mine, and it was at that moment he realized my accent was gone. “You said you didn’t want me.”

Bending over, I grabbed his knees for leverage and sucked his dick into my mouth. His hips bucked. I ripped off my mask and looked in him in the eye.

“You said you need a woman who was comfortable in her own sexuality.”

Leaning back, I fondled my clit. Both Parker and I squirted at the same time, the hot sticking cum landing on or near Cameron’s dick.

“You said that woman wasn’t me.”

I released the cock and ball ring and watched as his dick shot cum straight into the air. Removing myself from a semi-comatose Parker, I kissed her deeply before removing the still vibrating strap-on.

I turned to Cam, and his eyes pleaded for understanding. I dropped to my knees and licked and stroked him until he was once again hard as a rock. Leaning towards him, I licked his earlobe while pinching his nipples.

“I guess you were wrong.”

Grabbing Parker’s hand, I walked us out of the room.

As we got into the car, I glanced over at Parker. Her hand was buried in her pussy. Smiling, I shook my head. She wasn’t done with me yet. It was going to be a long night.

CHAPTER 6

“Kyle! Kyle!”

Turning around quickly, I glanced in the direction I heard my name being called from. My heart dropped to my knees when I saw Cameron dodging cars and running across the street to get to me.

It had been over a month since I had seen him. I found my own place and moved out of Parker’s. I was sure she appreciated it because Cameron had been semi-stalking her home since that night.

I should have known this was coming.

I had studied sex like most people study for a degree and if there was one thing I knew it was that most men wanted the pussy they couldn’t have. Especially if they used to have unlimited access to said pussy and threw it out on the street!

I watched as he made his way to me. He looked like shit. A part of me was sad. The other part — Fallon — was happy since he so quickly cast me aside for another bitch, a bitch he no longer had.

“What do you want, Cameron?” I sighed impatiently.

I had a long day, and all I wanted was to go home and relax. I didn’t have the time or the energy to rehash things out with him. He had begged, pleaded, and apologized all over my answering machine and Facebook page.

I forgave him.

There was nothing left to say.

“Five minutes of your time, Kyle. That’s all I’m asking for. Please?”

Pushing my purse further up on my shoulder, I moved out of the way of the pedestrians crowding the sidewalk.

“Five minutes and you’ll leave me alone afterward? No more texts, phone calls, or gifts?”

He nodded quickly. “Whatever you want, Kyle.”

I turned around and walked into a pub that my coworkers and I frequented, knowing he would follow. I asked for a table in the back, and we sat down. Quickly our drink orders were brought to us. While I sipped my bourbon, I watched him watch me.

“Say what you have to say.” He reached across the table for my hands. I deftly moved them away from his grasp. “You can say it without touching me.”

Resigned, he ran a hand down his unshaven face.

“I fucked up, Kyle. I know that now. Instead of voicing my concerns to you, I dropped you. That was wrong, and I apologize for that. I was arrogant. I was selfish. I wasn’t the best man I could be. However, I’m not the only one at fault here. You went through the relationship pretending to be something you not, pretending to enjoy something you didn’t. Had we both been upfront about what we wanted we would probably still be together.”

As he continued on with his litany of reasons our relationship failed, I mulled over his last words.

I couldn’t deny the sting of truth. I hadn’t gone into the relationship being who I really was, and neither had he.

As I looked across the table flashbacks of that night ran in my mind, Cameron and I together — both of us at our best — displaying our true selves. Beauty in its purest form.

There was no way I could go back to the way things were between us. Fallon was out of her cage and running wild. I liked it that way. That night opened my eyes to a lot of things.

One, I had feelings for Parker.

Two, I was still in love with Cam.

Three, I wasn’t cut out for a vanilla relationship.

Was it possible for me to have it all — a stable relationship and a fulfilling sex life?

Hours later as I rode the hell out of Cam’s dick and felt Parker’s flicks to my clit I got my answer. While I held both of their chains tightly in my hands and bit back my screams, it hit me.

Yes.

I, Kyle “Fallon” Monroe could have it all.