Stalked by Breckie with Breckie Hill and Sydney Sweeney

[TheLW]

Stalked by Breckie
With Breckie Hill and Sydney Sweeney
Written by TheLW
Codes: MFF, Grudge Fuck, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

(The outfit (or lack thereof) that Breckie is wearing)

I pushed open the door to my apartment, Sydney’s hand laced tightly in mine. The hallway light spilled in behind us, casting long shadows across the living room. It had been a good night — dinner at that quiet spot downtown, then a couple of drinks where she’d leaned across the table in that tight black dress, laughing at my stupid jokes and giving me that look that still made my pulse kick up. Three months with Sydney Sweeney and it still felt surreal. She was sharp, funny, ridiculously gorgeous, and grounded in a way that made everything else in my life feel steadier. After the craziness of the last year, she was exactly what I needed.

We’d barely kicked the door shut when I smelt it — the faint trace of perfume that didn’t belong to either of us. Sweet, vanilla-laced, too familiar.

“The fuck?” I muttered.

Sydney squeezed my hand. “What’s wrong?”

I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I flipped on the main lights and stepped further inside. The place looked normal at first glance, but the bedroom door was ajar, and a soft glow leaked out from the lamp I never left on. My stomach twisted with a mix of recognition and irritation.

Sydney followed me, heels clanking on the hardwood floor. “Babe?”

I pushed the bedroom door open the rest of the way.

There she was.

Breckie Hill lay sprawled across my bed like she owned it, completely naked except for the straw cowboy hat tilted low over her eyes and a thin gold anklet on her right foot. Her long blonde hair spilled across my pillows. One knee was drawn up, the other leg stretched out lazily, giving an unobstructed view of her smooth pussy and the curve of her ass. She had one hand resting on her stomach, fingers tracing idle circles just above her mound, and the other arm bent behind her head. The hat’s brim shaded her face, but I could see the glossy shine on her lips and the way her chest rose and fell with shallow, excited breaths.

She looked like she’d been waiting for hours.

Sydney froze beside me. I felt her body go rigid.

“Breckie,” I said, voice low and flat. “What the actual fuck are you doing?”

She lifted the hat just enough to meet my eyes, a slow, dreamy smile spreading across her face. “Hi, baby. I missed you so much.” Her voice was soft, breathy, like this was the most natural thing in the world. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how good you made me feel. I thought... maybe if I waited here like this, you’d remember too.”

Sydney let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “Are you serious right now?”

I had history with Breckie — it was short, intense, and stupid on my part. A handful of hookups months ago when I was in-between relationships. She was wild in bed, insatiable, the kind of girl who’d send you videos of herself riding a dildo while moaning your name at 2 a.m. At first, it was hot. Then it became too much. She caught feelings hard while I was clear it was just casual.

After I ended it, the texts never stopped. Nudes in fishnets on her knees. Voice notes telling me how much she missed my cock and the incredible sex that we had. Then the stalking shit started — liking old photos on social media, driving by my gym, “accidentally” bumping into me at places I’d mentioned once. I’d blocked her on everything, changed what routines I could. Apparently it wasn’t enough.

And now she was naked in my bed while I stood there with Sydney Sweeney.

Sydney stepped forward, arms crossed under her chest, pushing her cleavage up in that dress. Her eyes were blazing. “Get the hell out of his bed. Right now.”

Breckie’s gaze turned to Sydney, then back to me, a pout forming. “She doesn’t understand us, baby. She can’t give you what I can. Look at me — I’m already so wet for you.” She slid her hand lower, parting her pussy lips with two fingers to show the glistening slickness there. “I’ve been touching myself thinking about you coming home and fucking me stupid again. Please. I need it. I need your cock inside of me again.”

The audacity made my blood run hot — part anger, part something darker and more primal. Sydney looked at me, one eyebrow raised, waiting for my lead. I could see the fury in her eyes, but also something else. Possession. A spark of dark curiosity.

I closed the bedroom door behind us with an aggressive slam. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

Breckie sat up slowly on her knees, the cowboy hat slipping back on her head. Her full tits swayed with the movement, nipples hard. “I can’t quit you. I tried. I really did. But every night I just end up like this, desperate for you to come back and use me.” Her eyes darted to Sydney again. “Even if she’s here. I don’t care. I’ll be good. I’ll be whatever you both want.”

Sydney’s laugh was low and dangerous. She kicked off her heels and stepped closer to the bed. “You’ve got to be kidding me. This crazy bitch breaks into our place and thinks she’s going to get fucked?” She turned to me, voice dropping. “What do you want to do, babe? Because I’m about two seconds from calling the cops... or we could show her exactly why she’s never getting you back.”

The room felt charged. Breckie was breathing faster now, cheeks flushed, clearly turned on by the confrontation. I looked at Sydney — gorgeous, confident, mine — and felt a surge of heat at the idea of putting this obsessed girl in her place together.

“No cops,” I said. “Not tonight. She wants attention so fucking bad? Let’s give her something she’ll never forget. Then she’s gone.”

Sydney’s lips curved into a wicked smile. She reached for the zipper on her dress. “Strip,” she told me, already sliding the fabric down her body. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her body was unreal — full, heavy breasts, tiny waist, thick thighs and that perfect ass. Breckie’s eyes widened, drinking her in with open hunger and jealousy.

I pulled my shirt over my head and shoved my pants down, cock already hard. Sydney climbed onto the bed first, grabbing Breckie by the hair and yanking her head back. “You think you can just crawl in here and take what’s mine? Look at you. Pathetic. Naked and dripping like a desperate little slut who can’t move on.”

Breckie whimpered, but her thighs pressed together, clearly loving the degradation. “I’m sorry... I just need him. I need you both. Please just use me.”

I moved onto the bed behind Breckie, running my hands down her sides, feeling the way she shivered. Her skin was fever-hot. Sydney kept her grip on Breckie’s hair and leaned in to kiss me hard over Breckie’s shoulder, tongues sliding together in a show of ownership. Breckie moaned at the sight, pressing back against my cock.

We didn’t rush. Sydney and I took our time breaking her down, turning her obsession against her.

I pushed Breckie onto all fours, facing Sydney. Sydney sat back against the headboard, legs spread wide, and guided Breckie’s face between her thighs. “Eat my pussy, stalker girl. Show me how badly you want to stay... even though you won't go beyond tonight.”

Breckie dove in eagerly, tongue lapping at Sydney’s folds with desperate hunger, swirling around her clit and pushing inside. Sydney’s head tipped back, a low moan escaping as she gripped Breckie’s hair tighter, grinding against her mouth. I knelt behind Breckie, spreading her knees wider. Her ass was perfect — round and firm. I dragged the head of my cock through her soaked slit, teasing her most sensitive area until she was whimpering into Sydney’s pussy.

Then I thrust in deep in one smooth motion.

Breckie moaned out, the sound muffled. She was impossibly soaking wet, clenching around me like she’d been waiting months for this. I gripped her hips and started fucking her with long, punishing pumps of my cock — deep enough to make her whole body jolt forward into Sydney each time.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” I growled, slamming into her harder.

Sydney looked down at her with heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted. “Of course she is. She’s been saving this desperate cunt for you.” She rocked her hips, using Breckie’s face ruthlessly. “Don’t you dare stop licking, slut. Make me come before we throw your ass out.”

The room filled with obscene wet sounds — my cock slamming into Breckie’s pussy, her muffled moans and slurping, Sydney’s growing gasps. I reached around and rubbed Breckie’s clit in tight circles, feeling her tremble and shake. She came first, hard, pussy spasming wildly around me as she screamed into Sydney’s snatch. Her legs nearly gave out, but I held her hips up, fucking her straight through it without mercy.

Her walls clenched and fluttered uncontrollably, coating my shaft with every thrust. Juices squirted messily down her thighs and onto the sheets, the slick sounds growing even louder as I refused to slow down. Breckie’s body jerked and twitched, her back arching sharply while her tongue kept working Sydney’s dripping cunt in desperate, sloppy thrusts. I could feel her trying to catch her breath, but I just gripped her hips harder, pulling her back onto me with each snap of my hips.

Sydney followed soon after, thighs clamping around Breckie’s head like a vice as she rode out her orgasm with a sharp cry, hips bucking wildly against the younger woman’s tongue. “Fuck — yes, just like that, don’t stop!” Sydney gasped, her fingers tangled in Breckie’s hair, grinding her soaked pussy down harder. Her whole body shuddered, tits heaving as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

I didn’t let either of them come down. While Breckie was still quivering from her climax, I pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her back on the bed, her legs splayed wide. Her pussy was a glistening mess from the hard pounding I gave her. Sydney, still panting, crawled over and straddled Breckie’s face again, facing me this time so I could see everything. I pushed back inside Breckie in one deep stroke, bottoming out and making her cry out into Sydney’s cunt.

“God, she’s so fucking tight,” I groaned, setting a punishing rhythm again. Breckie’s muffled screams vibrated through Sydney, who leaned forward, her hands on my shoulders for balance as she kissed me hungrily. Our tongues tangled while I railed the girl beneath us. I reached down and pinched Breckie’s nipples, rolling them between my fingers until she was writhing uncontrollably.

Sydney broke the kiss with a wicked smile, her voice husky. “She loves it when you’re rough. Make her cum again — I want to feel her tongue go crazy.” I obliged, slamming into Breckie harder, my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. I rubbed her snatch again, faster this time, and within moments she was cumming a second time, her pussy gushing around my cock as her whole body convulsed.

The sight of it pushed Sydney over the edge again. She ground down on Breckie’s face, moaning loudly as fresh wetness coated the younger woman’s chin and cheeks. I kept fucking Breckie through both their orgasms, the pressure building in my own balls until I couldn’t hold back.

With a deep growl, I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding Breckie’s spasming pussy with thick ropes of cum. She whimpered and shook beneath us, her tongue still licking Sydney even as her own body twitched with aftershocks.

For a minute, we just breathed, the room thick with the scent of sex. Then Sydney lifted off Breckie’s face and slid off the bed, legs steady. Breckie lay there, thighs spread obscenely, my cum slowly leaking from her swollen, red pussy onto the sheets. Her eyes were unfocused, her body twitching, her lips parted in a dazed expression.

I pulled out and stood up, cock still half-hard and glistening. “Get up.”

Breckie blinked slowly, reaching for me with a shaky hand. “Baby... please. Let me stay. I’ll sleep on the floor. I’ll do anything...”

Sydney laughed coldly, already putting her dress back on. “You heard him. We’re done with you. You got what you came for — now get the fuck out of our apartment.”

I grabbed Breckie by the arm and hauled her off the bed. She was still weak, legs wobbling as cum dripped down her inner thighs. I shoved the cowboy hat onto her head and pushed her toward the door, completely naked except for that and the anklet. Sydney opened the front door while I marched Breckie through the living room.

“Please,” Breckie whimpered, tears welling up. “I love you. I need you. Don’t do this...”

I stopped her at the threshold, one hand on her shoulder. “This is the last time. No more texts. No more pictures. No more breaking in. If I see you anywhere near Sydney or me again, we won’t be so nice next time. Understand?”

She nodded miserably, fresh tears spilling down her flushed cheeks, but her pussy still clenched visibly at my words, another pathetic drip of my cum running down her leg.

Sydney gave her a final shove out into the hallway. “Good girl. Now disappear.”

The door slammed shut behind her. We heard a soft sob from the other side, then the sound of bare feet padding away slowly.

Sydney turned to me with a satisfied smirk, pulling me close for a deep kiss. “Think that finally got through her crazy little head?”

I glanced at the closed door, adrenaline and satisfaction still buzzing through me. “If it didn’t, she’ll learn the hard way next time. For now… she’s out on her ass exactly where she belongs.”

We left the mess in the bedroom for later and headed to the shower together, the night ending with Breckie discarded in the hallway — naked, leaking, and finally forced to face that her obsession had earned her nothing but one last hard fuck and a cold walk home.

The End