Page 11 of Warped

“Keep going.”

I set my bra on the bed next to my trench coat. Then I lean over and start to take down my panties. The fabric clings to the wetness between my legs, and I gasp softly when it finally peels away. I slide the skimpy underwear down my legs and step out of it. Then I stand up straight and let the men see all of me.

“Turn around.”

I turn in place slowly, giving the men a good look at my naked bottom. I’m trying my best to play it cool, but my throat is so tight I can barely breathe, and the blood is rushing in my ears like a waterfall.

I complete my turn, and Traven is right in front of me, even closer than he was a moment before. I yelp and try to take a step back, but the edge of the bed stops me, and I start to fall over.

Traven catches me with his big, gloved hands.

“Careful,” he purrs.

Before I even realize what he’s doing, he puts his other hand on my breast and squeezes it with his latex-clad fingers. The sound that comes out of my mouth is like the bastard child of a whimper and moan.

“Nice firm tits,” he says.

He turns me around and fondles my backside.

“Nice thick ass too. I like that. More cushion for the pushin’ as they say. But there’s something I’m worried about…”

He turns me again and slides his hand between my legs. His fingertip glides between my wet folds until it finds my entrance. Then it pushes inside. I cry out in shock and shame.

And pleasure.

Traven’s finger is big. So big, it doesn’t even feel like a finger. The latex of his glove is smooth and warm from his body heat, and the walls of my pussy squeeze and flutter around him.

“Fuck,” he says. “She’s really tight.”

With his finger still inside me, Traven guides me down onto the bed, first sitting on the edge of the mattress, then lying flat on my back. The wall imagers are still set to camera mode, and when I look up at them, I see the image of a naked woman sprawled out on the bed.

The woman is me.

“Zoom in,” Traven says.

The camera zooms in until all three screens are filled with a close-up image of my wet pussy, and the warper’s gloved fingerpenetrating halfway into me. I watch, wide-eyed, as that finger proceeds to thrust all the way in.

I feel it too.

Oh God, do I feel it.

Traven works his finger in and out with slow, steady strokes. His fingertip brushes against my G-spot, sending sparks of pleasure spiraling deep into my core. I clutch at the sheets and arch my back in response.

Rek says, “Damn, she’s super sensitive too.”

He’s standing over me, studying my face with an almost laserlike focus. The fact that he’s watching only adds to the dirty pleasure I’m experiencing right now.

“Yeah, she’s sensitive,” Traven says. “But that doesn’t matter if she can’t handle our cocks.”

He slides his finger out of me, and I whine at the sudden deprival. A tear rolls down the side of my face. Rek sits down on the bed next to me and brushes it away.

“She can handle us,” he says. “Can’t you, sweetheart.”

I bite my lip and nod. I’m afraid if I tried to speak right now, my voice would break.

“Yes,” Rek says. “I know you can do it. But we just need to make sure, okay?”

I nod again.

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