Collaborative sex stories let us write the plot together

(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by DairyDutchman...)

What have you done?

It doesn’t take long before beating your meat to the thought of Rachel getting creampied by her boss, John and two co-workers causes you to explode into your boxers. You drift off into an extremely satisfied nap on the couch, covered in your own cum.

It’s nearly midnight when you are roused by a notification. Rachel has sent a video.

“I did what you said,” reads the subject. You can’t open it fast enough.

It begins with Rachel sitting on a couch, legs crossed, in a hotel room that is definitely not hers. She’s wearing a dress you’ve never seen before, though to call it a dress is charitable.

It’s watermelon-pink and shimmers in the light of the setting sun. It hangs loosely across her chest, barely staying in front of her breasts, and nearly fails to cover her ass.

Rachel arms are folded and she’s got a very serious expression on her face. If this weren’t a bad situation already, Dan and Paul are sitting on either side of her. They both wear outwardly concerned expressions, but you quickly notice the way they’re eyeing your girlfriend up like a piece of meat.

John is behind the camera, and he’s also giving out directions. Lucky you.

“So, Rachel,” John begins, “you said you had something important to tell us. Is everything alright?”

Rachel looks at the camera. “No, John, everything is not alright.”

“Oh no! What happened?” John is so concerned for Rachel’s well-being, it’s touching.

“Well… I…” Rachel gasps and bites and squeezes her eyes shut to muster forth tears as only a woman can. “Ross is cheating on me!”

“What!” all three of them exclaim.

“Uh huh!” Rachel sobs, really embracing herself in the part. “He’s fucking his assistant! Some Indian bitch with big tits.”

“That’s awful!” John exclaims.

“Repulsive!” Dan chimes in.

“How dare he!” Paul adds.

“That’s not even the worst part!” Rachel wails.

“What could be worse than that?” John ponders.

Rachel tries to regain control a bit. “Someone from his office called me. They said there’s a rumour she’s late. The bastard knocked her up.”

“No!” They’re all in sync again, almost like they rehearsed.

“I don’t know what to do. I’m so mad and angry and horny!”

“Excuse me, Rachel, did you just say you were horny?” John interjects.

“I’m so horny, John. My boyfriend fucked a baby into his assistant. That makes me madder than hell…” She wipes her eyes, and takes a tissue from a helpful Paul. After taking a brief moment to tidy herself, Rachel looks back to the camera. She looks at you.

“It also makes me wanna get fucked. A lot. And I think you all need to fuck me, right now. Questions?”