Page 24 of Ruining Vanessa

Well.

There’s still a chance. It’s not as good as a condom or the pill, but it’s something, and I need to cling to that. I brace myself, though, hoping he won’t feel it and realize there’s something different about how it feels inside of me.

But really, how much attention can he possibly be paying when he’s just fucking me?

I position the head of his cock against my hole, my heart thundering in my ears as I brace myself. It isn’t hard to get the tip inside, and I whimper as I slip a little and end up taking more of him at once than I’d intended.

Giulio finally pulls his fingers out of my mouth, only to grab my hips and push me down. I cry out as the rest of him slides into me, and I’m left fully impaled on his lap.

I hear him groan, and he pushes my hair aside to kiss the back of my neck.

“Fuck, that’s good. Tighten up for me, sweetie. Let me feel you squeeze real good.”

My mouth is dry as I wonder if he’s going to feel the sponge, if he’s going to know something isn’t quite right. It should be enough to make me dry with terror, but no. I’m as slick as ever, and I whimper as I force my body to tighten around his cock. Anything to distract him. Anything to keep him from realizing what I’ve done.

In the wake of it all, I find myself wondering if it was worth it… but if I get through this without him noticing, it absolutely will be. I can put this off for so much longer and maybe find a real way to get out of this mess.

He suddenly thrusts up into me, startling me out of my thoughts, and a soft moan spills from my lips.

“Fuck, she’s hot for it,” Slayer says, drawing my attention to him. His arm moves rhythmically, and I realize he must be jerking off under the table.

I quickly look away, toward Damien. Damien has both hands on the table, but his stare isn’t any better.

“Yeah, she is,” Giulio says. He winds one hand around my torso and squeezes one of my breasts. “But we shouldn’t leave our guests out. That’s not very… ugh, what’s that word?”

“Hospitable?” Slayer suggests. “I mean, you did promise us a very good time if we were down with it. Didn’t expect you to share your beautiful wife with us, but now that you’ve teased us with it…” He groans, maybe just for show, maybe because he’s actually getting off on this that much.

I whimper, not wanting to have to service all three of them. One is bad enough, and the more they fuck me, the higher the chance of them discovering my little secret.

“Yeah. Hospitable.” Giulio pushes the chair back, and I squeak as we both move back a little. His cock slides inside me, rubbing my inner walls awkwardly but still making me pulse with need.

I hate my body’s reactions.

“Let’s show them what good hosts we are, Mama.” Giulio beckons Damien and Slayer over. “And you two, isn’t it customary for guests to bring gifts? Poor Vanessa might think you’re ungrateful. If you don’t… if you don’t give her something.” Giulio bites down softly on my collar as he rolls his hips. There’s no leverage and the angle is awkward, but it makes me whimper all the same.

I don’t know what he means by them giving me something, but I don’t think I’m going to like it no matter what it is. It’s not like they brought fine chocolates or anything like that. They were just… there, and I know Damien didn’t bring anything either.

Slayer chuckles, low in his throat, coming around to stand beside me as he continues to stroke his cock. “What kind of gift do you think she’d like? I definitely haven’t come… empty-handed.”

Damien walks around the table to stand on the other side of me. I’m completely surrounded now. He strokes my jaw with his knuckles.

When I turn my face away from him, his hand moves on to Giulio’s cheek.

“Heh. Damien, what do you think would make a good gift for her?” Giulio asks. He licks Damien’s fingers briefly.

“Cock,” Damien answers, voice as flat as always.

My eyes widen as Giulio bursts out laughing. His laughter has his entire body shifting, including his cock inside me.

“You can’t just… say it so deadpan,” Giulio says between laughs. “He’s funny, isn’t he, Vanessa?”

“No,” I mumble, because he’s really not. It’s also so predictable. They don’t want to give me anything other than their cocks. They’ve made that perfectly clear. I’d thought based on the conversation we’d had earlier that I might get some sort of reprieve, but here I am with Giulio’s cock buried balls-deep inside of me while the other two men make plans to use me as they wish.

Slayer’s already dropping his pants to the floor, while Damien simply waits until Giulio fumbles for his fly.

I don’t understand why Damien and Giulio can’t just fuck each other and leave me out of it.

“Whose do you want first?” Giulio places kisses along my neck. “Damien’s amazing mouthful, or Slayer’s warm-up cock?”

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