Pretty Things
Copyright© 2026 by Deckhard
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Katy is nineteen, high-maintenance, and knows exactly what she wants: a wealthy couple to spoil her rotten. Jon and Sara are fifty-four, refined, and looking for someone exactly like her. What starts with a Cartier watch ends somewhere none of them expected.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Spanking Group Sex Masturbation
Sara’s hand found the back of Katy’s neck. She looked into Katy’s eyes.
“Can you handle being on your back?” she asked. “Your ass is sore.”
Katy nodded. “I think so. Yes.”
Sara guided her to roll over. Katy winced as her tender cheeks pressed against the silk, then let out a breath as the cool fabric soothed the heat.
Jon positioned himself between Katy’s spread legs on the bed. He didn’t rush. He settled there, his hands planted on either side of her body.
Sara reached out. She gripped Jon’s cock and rubbed the tip along Katy’s slit. Up and down. Slow. Coating the head in Katy’s wetness. Katy whimpered, her hips lifting, trying to pull him in.
“Patience,” Sara whispered. She kept rubbing, circling the tip around the swollen entrance. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want it,” Katy breathed. “Please.”
“Want what? Say it.”
“I want Daddy’s big fat cock inside me. Please, Mommy. Please.”
Sara looked at Jon. She gave a small nod. Then she guided the tip home, pressing it against the wet opening. The slow slide began.
Jon pushed forward. The head slipped inside.
Katy gasped. Her fingers tightened on the sheets. He was thick. Thicker than anything she’d felt. The stretch was intense, a fullness that bordered on too much and then tipped over into something else.
Jon went deeper. Slow. Inch by inch. He let her feel every millimeter, the way her body opened and gripped and pulled him in. Katy’s breath came in jagged hitches.
“Oh god, Daddy, you’re so big, hold on,” she said, her voice shaky.
“Having a tough time?” Jon asked. He was amused. Not mocking, but enjoying her vulnerability. “Tell your Mommy. Maybe she’ll help you.”
Katy looked at Sara. “Mommy?”
Sara leaned down, her face close to Katy’s. “He’ll take it easy, honey,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Won’t you, Daddy?”
Jon looked at Sara. He smirked. He shook his head slowly.
Jon broke into a laugh. “You’re a terrible mother, honey!” he said to his hot wife.
Then Sara pushed the back of Katy’s neck, forcing her face closer to Jon’s chest. “I tried. I guess you’ll have to deal with it, baby.”
Jon slid home. All the way. The full length of him buried inside her. Katy’s eyes rolled back. A sound came from her throat that was half moan, half chirp. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into the muscle of his ass.
Sara moved in tighter beside them. Her hand found Katy’s clit and began a frantic caress. Her fingers moved in tight circles, pressing the sensitive bud against the base of Jon’s cock as he bottomed out.
Katy sobbed.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Sara asked, her voice mock concern.
“Wrong?” Katy gasped. Her eyes were rolling, her body arching, her fingers clawing at Jon’s shoulders. “It’s too good. It feels too ... oh god!”
“You like that, don’t you?” Jon whispered against her ear. “You like being ruined by your Daddy.”
“Yes, please, more,” Katy gasped.
Sara watched with an amused gaze. Her eyes moved over Katy’s face, the tears, the flush, the open mouth.
“You’re such a filthy little slut, Katy,” Sara hissed. “Just a used-up little cum-bucket for your Daddy.”
Katy’s eyes went wide. She looked up at Sara with genuine shock. “Mommy?” she whispered. “Are you mad at me?”
Sara let out a laugh. She leaned down and brushed a strand of hair from Katy’s sweaty forehead. Her touch was tender. Her words were not.
“Mad? No, sweetheart,” she purred, her fingers resuming their teasing. “I’m just calling you what you are. Now shut up and take it.”
Katy’s face flushed deeper. Her head fell back. Something inside her cracked open. Something that had been holding back.
Jon drew back until only the tip remained inside her. Katy whimpered at the emptiness. Then he slammed back in. The force knocked the wind from her chest. The sound was brutal. Wet flesh meeting flesh.
He did it again. Another slam. His eyes locked onto hers. He was establishing a rhythm that was relentless and in control.
Jon settled into it. Slow, firm, deep. The bed frame groaned. The suite was filled with the sound of Katy’s chirps and deeper moans.
“Fuck,” Jon said, his muscles cording under a sheen of sweat. “She sounds so fucking cute. Like a little songbird.”
“Mmm,” Sara agreed. She leaned down and took Katy’s nipple into her mouth, sucking hard.
“Such a beautiful girl,” Jon said, his jaw set as he drove home.
Sara released the nipple with a pop. She gripped Katy’s flushed cheeks.
“Open up your mouth,” she commanded.
Katy obeyed. Her lips parted. Sara spat. A thick jet of saliva landed directly into Katy’s mouth.
Katy looked up, stunned. Before she could process it, Jon leaned down and spat on her lips too.
“Why?” Katy’s voice trembled. She began to sob. Not sad sobbing. Overwhelmed sobbing. The kind that comes from being so open, so used, that the body can’t contain it.
“Aww,” Jon murmured, his voice tender even as he slammed into her. “Poor baby is crying. Don’t cry, honey. We love you.”
Then he spat another glob right into Katy’s open mouth. She blinked.
“Swish it in your mouth and swallow,” Sara said.
Jon and Sara turned it into a game. They began to alternate, raining spit down on her face and into her gasping mouth. Katy, overwhelmed by the assault, found a second wind. She started to play along. Her tongue darted out to catch the spit. Her hips ground upward to meet Jon’s thrusts with a desperation that surprised her.