Page 7 of Behind the Masks
Eagerly, I opened my mouth again and he chuckled softly, the sound lighter than the first guy’s. I wanted him to say something, but he didn’t as he rested a forearm against the tree and stepped closer, feeding me his dripping cock and forcing it down my throat.
My head smacked against the tree as he pressed me back into it, his hips hard against my face as he fucked my throat with brutal thrusts. I couldn’t breathe, my head swimming as my ears started ringing.
Then, he pulled out and slapped my cheek with his palm, my pussy clenching in response.
“Fuck me,” I choked out, wincing as a phone appeared in front of my face and the flash went off.
“So pretty.” It was barely a whisper, his hand reaching out to cup my chin as he rubbed a finger across my lips, and I happily sucked it into my mouth. My lipstick was likely to be all over my face, and he made sure of it as he pulled his wet finger out and dragged it across my lips, smearing it down my chin and around my mouth.
My mouth opened as he dug his fingers into my jaw slightly, and he lifted the mask enough to spit in my mouth again.
The only light out here came from the moon, but it was still cast in shadows due to all the trees. How could he even see me behind that mask?
“She’s such a good little slut,” the other guy praised, his large hand grabbing my bicep and hauling me to my feet. “Spead your legs.”
I did as I was told, cool air brushing across my damp thighs as he tugged my skirt up around my middle, exposing my pink thong. A soft curse left me as he bent down to grab the knife, cutting the thin straps of material to leave me bare.
“Wider,” he instructed, my feet shuffling apart even more until his hand moved to my wet skin, his fingers teasing my pussy before he slapped it hard, a shriek of surprise leaving me. “Such a dirty girl. She’s fucking soaked for us. You like choking on cock?”
“Yes,” I groaned, my hips tilting forward in a silent plea.
He tsked, a thrill racing through me when he spoke again. “I need rope.”
A third guy stepped into view, his mask identical to the other two, and he handed some rope over silently. My wrists were tugged in front of me as the rough rope was secured around them, then they were lifted high above my head.
I jumped as something started tapping loudly, my head lifting to see they were hammering something into the tree. When they were done, whatever it was had secured my hands in place, trapping me.
I tugged a little to test it, my stomach flipping when they cut my shirt and skirt off, leaving me completely naked.
I had no idea who was who as they moved around, deliberately switching positions to confuse me, and then something hard pressed against the opening of my pussy.
It definitely wasn’t a cock.
Whoever was in front of me moved it back and forth through my wetness, the glow of the neon crosses over the eyes burning into mine as they finally started pushing it inside.
A whimper escaped me, my hands tugging on the rope. I wished they were free so I could touch him.
Slowly, he dropped to his knees and lifted his mask to the top of his head, and when I went to look down, one of the others grabbed my throat to stop me.
“You want to come?” the guy holding my throat asked, telling me it was the first guy that had caught me. He seemed to be the only chatty one out of all of them.
Maybe he was the boss?
I nodded, gasping as a mouth closed around my clit and sucked, the object between my legs pushing in and out of me in long, deep strokes.
My legs shook as he brought me closer to the edge, and when I went to close my legs, something stung my thigh and made me gasp.
“Careful, that knife is sharp,” the chatty guy snickered, his fingers flexing around my throat.
I swallowed, staring at him and wishing he’d take the mask off.
I didn’t recognize his voice, but he sounded hot.
Something was severely fucking wrong with me.
“Take off your mask so I can see you,” I whispered, straining against the rope. “Please, I?—”
The mouth on my clit worked harder, the devilish tongue flicking back and forth until I was panting.
