Making My Bitch Ex into a Fuckdoll

While picking up the kids from my Ex wife's house I slip a lil something extra in her coffee

I watched Lisa sip her morning coffee, oblivious to the small vial of GHB I'd slipped into it while she was in the shower. She smiled at me, chatting about the kids' school schedules, her dark hair tied back in a loose ponytail, wearing her usual yoga pants and tank top that hugged her curves. My heart raced with anticipation as the drug took hold. 'I'm heading out to drop the kids at school,' I said casually, kissing her cheek. She nodded, taking another gulp.

By the time I returned twenty minutes later, the house was silent. I called out her name, but no answer. Pushing open the bathroom door, there she was—slumped over on the toilet, head lolled back against the tank, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. The coffee mug sat forgotten on the sink. She was out cold, her body limp and heavy, breaths shallow and even. Perfect.

I locked the door behind me, my cock already hardening in my jeans. Kneeling in front of her, I pushed her legs apart, her yoga pants stretching tight over her thighs. She didn't stir as I tugged them down along with her panties, exposing her shaved pussy, lips soft and pink. Her tank top rode up, revealing the swell of her breasts under the fabric. I groped her tits roughly, squeezing the full mounds, pinching her nipples until they stiffened despite her unconscious state.

Leaning in, I buried my face between her legs, inhaling her musky scent. My tongue flicked out, lapping at her slit, tasting the faint saltiness. She was dry at first, but I worked my mouth harder, sucking on her clit, sliding my tongue inside her folds. Still nothing—no twitch, no moan. Just dead weight. I unzipped my pants, pulling out my throbbing cock, and rubbed the head against her entrance, smearing precum over her lips. With a grunt, I thrust in, her pussy tight and unresisting around me. I fucked her slow at first, savoring the warmth, then faster, slamming into her as she sat there helpless.

But I wanted more. Grabbing my phone, I dialed Nick without pulling out. 'Get over here now,' I whispered urgently, hips still pumping. 'Lisa's out—come fuck her with me.' He didn't hesitate; our friendship had darker layers than anyone knew. Ten minutes later, the door creaked open, and Nick slipped in, eyes widening at the sight. 'Holy shit, man,' he muttered, but his grin said it all. He was already tenting his shorts.

I pulled out, my cock slick with her juices, and stepped aside. Nick wasted no time, dropping his pants to reveal his thick shaft, veined and ready. He grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly off the seat, and plunged into her pussy with one hard shove. She jolted limply from the force, but stayed out. He pounded her relentlessly, grunting with each thrust, her body rocking on the toilet. 'Fuck, she's tight like this,' he growled, slapping her ass cheek, leaving a red mark.

We took turns after that, trading off every few minutes. I'd fuck her mouth next—propping her head forward, sliding my cock past her slack lips, feeling her tongue lolled against the underside as I face-fucked her. Saliva dribbled down her chin, mixing with my precum. Nick went for her ass, spitting on his fingers to lube her up before pushing in, stretching her hole wide. She took it all without a whimper, her body a ragdoll for our use.

Hours blurred as we ravaged her. We dragged her to the bedroom floor for better access, stripping her completely naked. Her skin was pale and cool now, goosebumps rising from the air. I mounted her face while Nick hammered her pussy, his balls slapping against her. Then we flipped her onto her stomach, taking her from behind in tandem—me in her ass, him in her cunt, our rhythms syncing until we were both buried deep.

For the finale, we positioned her on her back, legs spread wide. Nick lay down first, pulling her onto his lap so his cock speared her pussy. I straddled her, aligning my dick with hers, and forced my way in alongside him. Her walls stretched impossibly around our combined girth, the friction intense as we double-penetrated her slick hole. She was so full, our cocks rubbing against each other through the thin barrier. We thrust in unison, grunting and sweating, the obscene squelch of her pussy filling the room.

I came first, roaring as I unloaded, hot spurts flooding her depths. Nick followed seconds later, his cock pulsing, adding his thick load to mine. Cum overflowed, leaking out around our shafts as we kept pumping until we were spent. Pulling out, we watched the creamy mess drip from her gaping pussy, pooling on the sheets.

But we weren't done. Nick went first, diving between her legs, his tongue scooping up the mixed cum from her folds. He slurped greedily, sucking it straight from her hole, swallowing our combined seed with moans of filthy satisfaction. Then it was my turn. I lapped at her cum-soaked pussy, the salty-bitter taste coating my tongue as I delved deep, eating every drop we’d left behind. Her clit swelled under my assault, but she remained oblivious, body twitching only from our movements.

We cleaned her up after, wiping away evidence, dressing her in fresh clothes, and laying her in bed. Nick slipped out with a fist bump, promising silence. Hours passed—mid-afternoon now—before Lisa stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, groggy and confused. She sat up slowly, wincing, hand going to her sore crotch. 'What... what happened?' she murmured, then her gaze sharpened on me. 'You... you did something to me, didn't you? I feel... violated.'

I feigned concern, sitting beside her. 'You passed out after coffee, babe. Must've been exhaustion. I took care of you.' She accused me then, voice rising—'I know it was you! And someone else... I can feel it!'—but her words faltered. No marks, no bruises we hadn't hidden, no proof. The GHB had left her body clean, her memory foggy. She stormed around, checking herself, but found nothing incriminating. Tears of frustration welled up, but doubt crept in. 'You're lying,' she whispered, but it lacked conviction.

By evening, the accusations faded to uneasy silence. She couldn't prove a thing, and deep down, the thrill lingered for me—knowing we'd gotten away with it.

The next time would be more bold.

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