Page 349 of Bad for Me

“Are my boys not satisfying you enough, pretty girl?” he teased, his hand jerking up and down on that impressive appendage I salivated over, wishing it was inside me already. As if to punctuate his point, the one in my ass rocked upward, reminding me he was balls-deep inside me, and his muscled compatriot slapped the side of my cheek with his cock, demanding to be sucked still.

I blushed as he stared at me, his hand traveling down to palm his balls for a brief second. “I’m greedy,” I rasped, “I want it all.”

His frame stretched out as he stood, stalking over to where I was immobilized by his friends. He snapped his fingers at the one in my ass, and he spread his legs, an action that required no words but was mutually understood. I had enough time to wonder what was going on before the newest addition to the party knelt between his buddy’s spread legs, positioned himself beneath me, and attached his tongue to my clit in the most electrifying way.

“Oooh, fuck,” I moaned, opening my mouth for the muscular one to stuff his dick back into again. “Nngh, so good–”

I garbled the last part around the fullness in my mouth, but it sounded like an unintelligible mess, which didn’t bother me or these men in the least bit. With a dick in two of my three holes and a tongue sneaking close to the third, I was a happy little puddle of sweat and sex and slickness. Mister Bossy grabbed my thighs and spread them wider, giving himself better access as his friend continued to plow into my ass. His tongue speared me then, diving into my dripping cunt as he moaned against my sensitive flesh, his thumb flicking across my clit as I shouted around the cock in my mouth and came, shuddering from the intensity with which it had washed over me so suddenly. When the tongue was replaced with three long, deft fingers, I couldn’t help the whimper that slipped from me, nor could I keep my hips still. I rocked into his touch, fucking myself back on the cock in my ass as I rode those digits like I had been born for this.

Muscles grunted, his cock bottoming out in the back of my throat, and he came without warning, a thick, creaming mix that I was all too happy to swallow down to keep from choking on it. I’d tasted many men’s come, but his wasn’t all that bad. The salty tang was muted compared to most, and I had a brief, out-of-place thought that he must eat a lot of fruit, before he yanked that dick out from between my lips, called me a good girl, and stuck his fingers in to replace it.

“Suck,” he commanded, and boy, did I ever. I was excellent at following orders when it mattered. When I wanted to. I let my tongue slip around his fingers deftly, caressing him like it was his cock still, and I was being paid by the minute.

I barely noticed when the ass man came deep inside me, hot ropes of his seed painting my tight channel, but the way his hands gripped my cheeks and spread them wide as he pulled out, letting his spend drip from my gaping hole, was telling enough. It shocked me when the man beneath my body yanked his fingers out of my cunt and scooped up some of that seed from his buddy’s contribution, swirling it around my hole before shoving it back in my ass.

“Don’t let that go to waste, you little slut,” he growled, “clench that ass and keep it inside until I tell you otherwise.”

I wasn’t sure if that was even possible, but I’d be damned if I wasn’t gonna try. He left a thumb pressed inside the ring of my sphincter, holding it in as he slipped out from beneath me and positioned himself behind me. The tip of his cock, hot and dripping with precum, prodded at my entrance. I had just enough time to thinkit’s a damn good thing they test people before letting them in the private rooms, and thank heavens for birth controlbefore he shoved that cock inside me, his groan of pleasure mingling with my whimpered mumblings.

Fuck, it felt so good. His cock buried to the hilt in one thrust and filled me up like I hadn’t been filled in a long time. I rocked back eagerly on him, whining like I’d been denied dick like this my whole life. “Yes, yes,yes, oh fuck yes, harder–”

The sound of his hand cracking across my ass reverberated around the room and had me hornier than I thought possible, the sting driving my arousal even higher as he rubbed it in, giving me a lasting reminder of his discipline. “You don’t get to make demands. You’re my little slut, and I’ll use you as I see fit.”

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled around his buddy’s fingers, which he’d snuck back in after I spat them out to shout. I returned to sucking on those digits as he stroked his cock back to hardness in front of me, prepping himself for another go.

I was all too eager to be the vessel for his fucking seed. I’d drink it down, take it on the face; I didn’t care, anything he wanted. When I was in this mind space, anything went. I’d do whatever was asked of me, without question, even things that bordered on the uncomfortable and painful and downright shameful.

I’d never once used a safe word. I didn’t need one. Pain was simply one more way my true self repented for the things she’d done. Sometimes, sex was a release. And sometimes, it was a punishment. I’d been a bad girl, a horribly un-catholic girl when it came down to it, and were I ever to lay down my sins for the good lord to see one day, he’d probably smite me where I stood and laugh as he flung my eternal soul into the fiery pits of hell.

But I always knew where I’d end up one day. My past was a specter I couldn’t escape. I just did my damndest to drown out the sound of its’ mournful, hollow wails, a constant reminder that I was a fake, a con woman, a joke. A farce of a human being, pretending to be someone I wasn’t to make up for my past.

“Fuck, so good, taking my cock like a perfect little slut,” he growled behind me, grabbing my hair like a harness and yanking back so I was forced to arch my spine in a perfect C shape. “Yeah, baby, just like that, you’re doing so good for us, isn’t she, boys?”

I fucking melted for some praise, and degradation and praise in the same sentence was absolutely panty-melting–except I wasn’t wearing any. So it only served to make me wetter, the filthy sounds of squelching fluids and skin slapping against skin filling the air around us. I had about a second or two to relish in it before my muscle man shoved his cock in my waiting mouth–he’d had to kneel on the platform they bent me over to get the right angle. I had no idea how the third guy was going to get in and fill my ass again with the ringleader in the way, until I realized he wasn’t.

He slipped up behind the man fucking my mouth with a grin on his lips, his cock coated in what could only be a healthy serving of lube, and stepped up onto the platform behind him, lining up with that bulky man’s ass. I blinked back my astonishment as he slid home, the cock in my mouth pulsing with the intrusion.

Oh, fuck, that was hot.

He fucked into his buddy, and that in turn fucked his buddy’s dick into my mouth, and then the one behind me going to town on my pussy slid his thumb out and shoved two fingers in to fill me again, fondling his cock through the thin wall between my channels. I came with a muffled shout, just barely managing not to bite the dick sliding between my lips, my whole body wilting like a rose in the summer sun.

The man whose cock was buried inside his buddy leered down at me, sweating and sated, going limp between them all. His eyes zeroed in on where his buddy’s cock slid in and out of me in the front, then flicked to where the same was happening in the back.

“You’re gonna give us one more, doll. One more amazing orgasm like that, and we’ll call it even. Can you do that for us? Can you give us one more?”

I didn’t think it was possible, and I started to shake my head, the movement hindered by the hand in my hair and the dick in my mouth.

And then the one from behind pulled his fingers free of my hair and slipped them over my clit, and I nearly screamed.

“She’s got one more in her. Let’s wreck this pretty little whore, so she never forgets us, huh boys?”

I almost came from the way he talked about me as nothing more than a fucking toy. Shit, I couldn’t survive another orgasm. It wasn’t possible. I was so sensitive, his touch had tears falling from my lashes, but he didn’t let up, and I about choked as his buddy’s dick throbbed at the back of my throat, seconds away from giving me another huge load.

I couldn’t breathe through the snot, tears, sweat, and sheer overwork, but they didn’t pay that any mind. The one I could see best shoved his dick deep inside his buddy and growled something in his ear I couldn’t hear. With a groan, the man getting fucked pulled his cock out of my mouth and splashed hot ropes of seed all over my face without warning, his friend pulling out and coming all over the side of the platform with a groan at the same time.

But even then, I couldn’t concentrate on the two of them, because as they spent their seed all over me and the platform, the man behind me shoved his fingers deeper in my ass and added a third, stretching me almost to discomfort, and then slipped the fingers from my slit around his cock and into my pussy alongside it, stuffing me to the brim, finding that sensitive spot inside my tight channel that turned me into a veritable puddle. With a scream that might’ve had security barging in, if not for the fingers in my mouth, I came so hard I nearly blacked out, my whole body shaking uncontrollably as the man behind me filled my tight cunt with his cum, rocking so far into me I practically tasted his salty spend behind my teeth.

“Fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck–”

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