Page 27 of Ruining Vanessa

Almost.

Slayer rubs the head of his cock against my cheek, against my nose. I close my eyes as I try to think about anything other than cock even when I’m confronted with three of them that I can’t escape no matter how hard I try. Even while I’m choking on Damien’s cock, Slayer doesn’t let off at all, and I hear the furious slap of flesh on flesh as he starts jacking himself off.

“She’s gonna look so hot with cum all over her face,” Slayer crows, then lets out another groan before I feel the first wave of it splash across my face.

My tears are rolling faster down my cheeks now, but it’ll do nothing to get rid of any of his thick cum.

“Damien, come on, you too, you too.” Giulio slaps Damien’s thigh, and Damien pulls out.

I take a shuddering sob of a breath, squeezing my eyes shut, to keep the cum out or to try to stem the flow of my tears.

I hear the distinct sound of flesh against flesh again, then I feel the next hot spurt land on my other cheek.

The worst part of it all is that Giulio has started pumping up into me, and the pleasure keeps building and building, augmented by the scent of cum so close to my nostrils, the scent of so much that’s male and sexual. My body can’t seem to separate itself from my mind now any more than it ever can, and before I know it, I’m clenching Giulio’s cock inside of me out of pleasure instead of from coercion as I come around him.

“Fuck, fuck,” Giulio repeats, mouthing at my exposed neck. It’s going to bruise. Everybody is going to take one look at me and know what they’ve been doing to me.

It doesn’t stop my climax from feeling good. It doesn’t stop my cunt from trying to wring Giulio’s cock dry.

I’m openly sobbing when I finally feel Giulio finish inside me. He pulls me closer, so that I’m resting against him, and he tilts my head to kiss my cum-stained face.

“So fucking hot,” Giulio murmurs. “I felt her squeeze me while you guys were coming on her face. That turn you on, Mama?”

“No,” I whimper, shaking my head desperately even though it’s mostly a lie. Something about it had gotten me going, and I don’t even know what it was. “Please, just… leave me alone, I didn’t want it.”

“You should get her a pretty pearl necklace for her to remember tonight by,” Slayer says with a laugh. “I think housewives look good in pearls and an apron.”

Giulio chuckles and licks my jaw. “I heard about, um, some people are making literal cum necklaces. On the internet. Can you believe that?”

“Shut up. That’s not real,” Slayer says. He grabs a napkin off the table and wipes his dick before grabbing his pants. “Stop believing everything you read online.”

“We are not putting a cum necklace on Vanessa,” Damien says while he cleans himself up. “Although I agree with Slayer. It’s not real.”

My heart is finally starting to slow down, and all I want is to get off Giulio’s lap. But his arms are still firmly around me, keeping me in place.

“They don’t believe me!” Giulio says with mock hurt. “But look, they can agree on something. Now… Who’s up for dessert?”

7

VANESSA

Slayer’s arm on me is too heavy. I want to move it, but I don’t want to risk waking him and having him decide to do… anything else. I’m already sore all over from the fun they’ve had with me this evening.

At least they finally got bored of torturing me, their orgasms catching up to them. I’d heard most men can’t handle many—especially not somebody of Damien’s age—but apparently, I just got so lucky, landing with men who don’t understand the definition of a refractory period.

I squirm, and I feel the sticky semen clinging to my thighs. Ugh, I want to clean up. At least I… I probably won’t get pregnant from all this. The sponge is still inside me, but I know I can’t risk removing it while I’m here at Giulio’s apartment.

I do want to use the bathroom though. I shift carefully, wondering how I can get Slayer’s arm off me.

The mattress dips a bit.

“You’re awake?” Giulio whispers, directly into my ear. “We didn’t tire you out?”

Damn it. The last thing I need is for him to have had an even more exceptional recovery time and decide he wants me just because I’m awake. But I can’t pretend to be asleep, especially since I’m not even close. As exhausted as I am, it’s just too hot and too full of overwhelming testosterone in the room.

“Exhausted,” I say. “Just… can’t sleep. Need to use the bathroom,” I tell him. Maybe he can get Slayer to move and distract him if he wakes up.

Giulio yawns and sits up, tossing Damien’s arm aside. I tense up, expecting Damien to wake, but he only grumbles and rolls onto his other side.

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