Page 43 of Shameful Needs
Ryan lay down on his back on the padded surface, his massive cock jutting up like a monument to male dominance. I whimpered as I realized what they intended, my bound hands useless behind me as Master Paul turned me face up and positioned me over my husband.
“Lower her,” Ryan commanded, his hands gripping my hips. “Make her take my cock in her bottom again. Ass girl, it’s time to show these men how well trained you’re becoming.”
The humiliation of being displayed like this, of being impaled on his enormous shaft by another man, made tears stream down my cheeks. But Ryan reached up and held my paddled backside, spreading my cheeks, and Master Paul let me down until my feet found the floor, my thighs straddling Ryan’s. I cried out as Ryan lowered my bottom further, and the blunt head of my husband’s manhood pushed against my tiny hole once again. Then I sobbed as my body obeyed the obscene pressure, and my anus opened, my well-used bottom stretching around the enormous shaft as I sank down inch by agonizing inch.
“Perfect,” Master Paul murmured, his hands steadying me as I took Ryan completely. “Now ride the cock like an ass girl should, to show how much you love it.”
I tried to obey, tried to do as I was told, the way I’d learned to do with Chad. But this felt different somehow—more intense, more overwhelming. These weren’t college boys using me for their entertainment. These were men who understood exactly what I needed, who could read my body’s responses and push me further than I’d ever gone before.
I began to move, my thighs burning as I lifted myself up and let gravity pull me back down onto Ryan’s massive cock. Each bounce sent jolts of sensation through my entire body, the stretch and burn mixing with pleasure in ways that made mecry out helplessly. My bound hands behind my back made it impossible to steady myself, forcing me to rely entirely on my legs as I rode him.
“That’s it,” Ryan growled beneath me, his hands gripping my hips to guide my movements. “Show them how much you love having your ass filled.”
I sobbed as I bounced faster, driven by some primal submissive need I couldn’t control. The humiliation of performing like this in front of these men, of proving what a depraved slut I really was, only heightened my arousal. My pussy clenched with emptiness, desperate to be filled as well.
“Dr. Hamelin,” Ryan commanded, his voice strained with pleasure, “come here. Turn her face toward you and use her mouth.”
I felt the doctor’s hands on my chin, turning my head to the side as he positioned himself beside the bench. His cock pressed against my lips, and I opened immediately, taking him deep even as I continued to ride Ryan’s shaft. The angle was awkward, my neck twisted, but I worked my tongue eagerly around his length.
“Excellent coordination,” Dr. Hamelin murmured, his evaluative tone at odds with the way he was using my mouth. “Her ability to attend to the pleasure of two penises at once is quite impressive.”
The praise made me whimper around his cock, my body responding to their approval even as shame burned through me. I was performing exactly like the trained whore Chad had made me into, and they were all watching, evaluating, enjoying my degradation.
“Master Paul,” Ryan said, his voice a low growl as I continued my desperate bouncing, “I think it’s time you used her pussy. She needs to be completely filled.”
I felt my eyes go wide with panic. Both of them, down there, at the same time; it just seemed impossible. The memory of Chad’s friends doing the same thing flooded back, but this felt much more intense—both frightening and terribly meaningful. Ryan was so much bigger than Chad had been, and more important, he was my husband, the man who…
The man who owns me, now—who knows how to use his property, whether by himself or with other men.
In the corner of my eye, as I kept pleasuring Dr. Hamelin’s cock, I saw Master Paul loom above me. He straddled Ryan’s thighs with his own enormous tree-trunk legs, using a dancer-like agility to make the posture seem somehow both graceful and magnificently strong. I felt his hands on my thighs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself. The head of his cock pressed against my dripping entrance, and I moaned desperately around the doctor’s thrusting shaft.
“Relax,” Master Paul commanded, his voice gentle but firm. “Your vagina is ready for me.”
I tried to breathe, tried to relax as he began to push forward. The sensation of being stretched in both places simultaneously was overwhelming. Ryan’s massive cock filled my bottom completely while Master Paul worked his way into my pussy, and I felt like I might split apart from the double invasion.
“Perfect,” Ryan grunted beneath me, his hands tightening on my hips. “This is what you need, ass girl, isn’t it? To be used by multiple men, when I decide you need a lesson in obedience?”
The degrading question sent fire through my core, and I couldn’t deny the truth any longer. My body was already climbing toward another devastating climax as both men filled me completely. The sensation of having Ryan’s enormous shaft stretching my bottom while Master Paul claimed my pussy was beyond anything I’d ever experienced, even when I’d been made to take multiple penises before.
I tried to nod around Dr. Hamelin’s cock, tried to show them that I understood what I was. The movement made me gag slightly, but I forced myself to take him deeper, to prove I could service all three of them simultaneously the way a good ass girl should.
“She’s taking it beautifully,” Master Paul observed, his voice strained as he began to establish a rhythm inside my pussy. “When you get her home, you’ll definitely reap the benefit of this lesson, Ryan.”
The objectifying way he spoke about my degradation while using me sent shameful electricity through every nerve. I felt completely owned, completely at their mercy as they coordinated their movements. When Ryan thrust up into my bottom, Master Paul would pull back slightly, then drive forward as my husband retreated. The alternating pressure made me feel constantly full, constantly stretched beyond my limits.
“Look at her face,” Ryan commanded from beneath me. “I can see it in the mirrors. She’s loving every second of this.”
I tried to shake my head in denial, but Dr. Hamelin’s grip in my hair kept me focused on pleasuring him. Worse, I could feel the truth of Ryan’s words in my own desperate responses. My body was betraying me completely, climbing toward an orgasm that would prove exactly what kind of woman I really was.
The beeping from Master Paul’s handheld grew more insistent, and I felt panic rise in my chest. If I came like this, with all three of them using me simultaneously, there would be no pretending anymore. No hiding behind lies about who I was or what I needed. I would be exposed as the depraved slut who could only find satisfaction when being thoroughly dominated by multiple men.
“Please,” I tried to beg around Dr. Hamelin’s cock, the word muffled, but desperate. But even as I attempted to protest, my hips were moving of their own accord, grinding down ontoRyan’s shaft while pushing back against Master Paul’s thrusts. My body knew exactly what it wanted, even if my mind recoiled from the truth.
“That’s it,” Ryan growled, his hands guiding my movements with possessive authority. “Show us how much you need this, ass girl. Show us what my wife really is.”
The degrading words shattered the last of my resistance. I felt myself explode around both their cocks, my body convulsing as a blazing, ecstatic orgasm tore through me. I screamed around Dr. Hamelin’s shaft, my voice muffled but raw with desperate pleasure as waves of sensation crashed over me again and again.
This wasn’t just physical release—this was complete surrender. I was coming harder than I ever had with Chad, my body responding to Ryan’s dominance and ownership in ways that terrified and thrilled me. Every pretense I’d built around my true nature crumbled as I rode the roller coaster of the most devastating climax of my life.
