Page 15 of The Devil in Disguise

“You chose to play with demons and now you’re going to sin for them, sweetness. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

I greedily comply, desperate to please them both simultaneously. There’s something about the man in front of me that pulls me in, drawing me to him in a way I can’t explain. He lays his thick, rock hard cock against my tongue, rolling it back and forth. I try reaching forward to take him in my mouth but the punishing grip on my hips holds me tightly in place. They’re completely in control and all I can do is take it while they use me as they please.

I’ve never had two men at the same time before and the thought of being stuffed full of cocks on both ends has me absolutely desperate. I am a slut, allowing them to spit roast me in a fucking high school classroom. The thing is though, I love it. I’ve never felt so dirty and so absolutely free.

Suddenly, my demon rips his dick away from my tongue and smacks me in the face with it, smearing precum across my cheek.

I should be enraged. Feminists everywhere would be outraged. But I can’t seem to be anything other than excited. It’s so wrong but I can’t help how intensely I want them. I decide to just fucking let go and enjoy the pleasure they seem intent on giving me.

So I open my mouth back up, stick out my tongue again, and offer him a breathy moan of satisfaction.

“Oh, fuck me, sweetness. Such a fucking good girl for me, aren’t you?” he praises as he lovingly strokes my cheek before tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling tight. Using his tight grip on my hair to control me, he swiftly shoves his thick length down my throat, making me gag and my eyes water. “My perfect good girl, taking both of us so well.” He punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips, digging the engorged head of his cock further and further into my throat.

“Oh man, she likes that. Keep praising her. It makes her pussy flutter,” the Devil grunts out while digging his fingers into my hips roughly as he fucks my pussy mercilessly.

Both men find a rhythm, fucking my front and back in tandem. I’m caught between them as they force themselves deeper and deeper inside me. When rough fingers find my clit again and rub aggressive circles, I know I won’t last much longer. I moan and pant around my demon’s cock with wild abandon.

“Yes, angel. Just like that, baby. Fuck your self on my cock and hand. Come apart for us and show us what a good little slut you are,” the Devil pants between gritted teeth as he fucks me harder and faster.

I can’t deny him. I come so hard around both their cocks that I see stars. Wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me. I feel my devil start to go over the edge with me. With an animalistic growl, he rips himself out of my pussy and I feel ropes of cum splatter across my back and ass.

“Fuck yeah, sweetness. Just like that!” my demon yells beforeripping his cock out of my mouth and fisting it. He chases our releases with his own, shooting cum all across my face and neck. It splatters off my desk and onto my chest as he pumps every last drop from his throbbing length.

I take several deep breaths as I come down. That was probably the hardest I’ve ever come, and I can still feel my pussy pulsing with radiating pleasure. Suddenly I’m flipped over onto my back. Splayed practically naked across my desk, covered in cum and bruises and welts, I’m sure I look a complete mess.

Both men stare down at me, their chests heaving with their heavy breathing. Their dark eyes roam over me behind their masks. I feel completely exposed.

Pushing some hair out of my face, my devil gently caresses my jaw and down my throat. “Fuck, look at you, sweet angel, so fucking beautiful covered in our cum and bruises.”

TEN

CELESTE

Night has officially set and groups of trick or treaters are swarming the streets while porch lights glow in the distance. This is not what I expected to be doing while avoiding heading home and dealing with kids in costumes ringing my doorbell all night long. I’m not sure I could have imagined a better way to spend Halloween night if I’m honest. Now all I need is to head home where I can make a themed cocktail and watch a horror flick to finish off the night right.

“Just follow us there. I know where we’re going.” My devil huffs in frustration.

“You sure you don’t want me to take her?” The dark brown eyes behind the demon mask slide to me for a moment, assessing me silently. I feel raw and exposed under his gaze. Of the two of them, he’s definitely more intense, more unsettling. And it makes my slutty little clit pulse with desire. There’s somethingabout this man that calls to a part of me I’m not sure I truly understand.

After they’d fucked me to oblivion across my desk, both men had taken the time to help me clean up. My demon had run off to grab damp paper towels so I could get clean while my devil helped me up and checked on me. My clothes were ruined, having been torn and shredded. All that remained were my underwear. Without saying a word, my devil had removed his large, black hoodie and draped it over my cold and spent body. It was warm and smelled like him and was long enough to reach my knees. They then led me out of the school and placed me in the passenger seat of the same blacked out Dodge that the Devil drove me home in the other night. The passenger side door is still wide open, leaving me exposed to the disagreement the two of them seem to be having. I can’t help but be curious about the men who have chosen to corrupt me.

“I got her. You knew what this was when you agreed. Don’t fuck it up now,” the man in the Devil mask growls at his accomplice.

There’s a moment of unspoken tension between them. With the sun down and the rain picking up again, the night has turned cold. White wisps slither out of the distorted mouths of their masks, giving them a sinister look—two monsters ready to strike.

They’re both tall, definitely over six feet but built differently. My devil is muscular and imposing, with shoulders as wide as I am tall. He’s wearing a tightly fitted black tee shirt, black distressed jeans and well-worn Chucks. Normally, I wouldn’t be into that style—it screams living in a shit hole with multiple roommates and trying to get a garage band off the ground—but on him it kind of works.

The other man, my demon, is all sharp lines. He’s equally as tall but more defined with lean muscles. He’s wearing an expensive looking long-sleeve black tee shirt and well-tailoredblack pants with boots. His style is much more sophisticated and what I’d normally look for in a man. Usually men that dress well either have an overbearing wife, meaning they’re looking for a good time, or they can take care of themselves. Either way, they’re usually down to wine and dine me before fucking me fast without any strings attached. I have no interest in a relationship with some clingy sap.

The two predators spend a moment sizing each other up before the demon folds and turns to me. He walks with purpose towards the car door. I hold my head high, trying to appear more calm and confident than I’m actually feeling in his presence. There’s something about him that makes me needy and nervous. With one arm slung over the top of the car door, he leans down into me. He has me cornered and boxed in, completely hidden from the man behind us. Leaning further down, his other hand slides up the smooth skin of my thigh, causing goosebumps to break out across my pale flesh. Cool drops of rain drip from the plastic of his mask and splatter across my lap, eliciting a shiver down my spine.

“Do not leave my sight when we get there, sweetness.” He’s barely whispering, his words clearly meant just for me. “I promise I’ll take care of you but you have to trust me, alright?”

I’m confused and exhausted and have no idea what he’s talking about. Guess I’m not heading home just yet. I nod in agreement, unsure exactly what I’m agreeing to but willing to find out.

The driver’s side door slams shut, making me jump and pulling me out of whatever trance I’d been lured into while staring into the swirling darkness of the demon’s eyes. He pulls back away from me but keeps his hand on top of the door, watching us while the other man starts up the car. Air instantly hits my exposed skin as the heat kicks on.

“I’ll follow you there. Don’t lose me.” The demon finally backs away from the car and closes the door, his eyes never leaving myface.

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