Page 103 of Devil's Bargain

I feel movement behind me. I try to pull back, but Silver holds my head down on his cock while someone grabs my hips and plunges into me from behind.

I moan at the sting of being filled so suddenly.

“Fuck, she’s tight!” It’s the man with dark hair. He smells of cigars and whiskey.

“I told you!”

Silver pulls me off him and slides his fingers inside my mouth. The hard metal of his wedding ring rubs on my tongue. He stares at my pursed lips as I suck his fingers deeper into my mouth.

Behind me, the guy pounds into me hard and fast.

“She’s so fucking pretty!” Silver comments.

Cigar smoke swirls in the air. “I know.”

“She likes to be slapped?”

“Indeed! Try it.”

Silver fists my hair and pulls my head back before smacking me hard. I clamp around the cock inside me as my cheek throbs with delicious pain.

Silver chuckles. “She likes it, alright!” He brushes his thumb over my lips and cups my jaw. “Do you want me to do it again, beautiful? Want me to hit this perfect face?”

“Please!” I plead, then moan as he strikes me a second time.

“Wrap those pretty lips around my dick!” he orders, guiding me back down on his length, watching me swirl my tongue over the thick head. I suck on it greedily.

Then I’m pulled up by my arm and dragged away.

I’m on my knees, staring up at Salt and Pepper as he strokes his cock. His hand flies out, and he strikes me so hard that I fall back on the floor. “Do you want more, whore?”

I reach down between my trembling thighs, smeared with my pussy juices, and rub my aching clit. I’m so fucking aroused! “Please!”

He drops down to his knees and straddles my chest, forcing a red ball gag into my mouth. He fastens it at the back of my head, flips me over, and ties my wrists together with a length of rope.

He stands back up. Then they gather around me.

Someone puts their foot on my ass, and the heel of their shoe digs into my skin. I moan against the gag, drool seeping past my lips.

“She’s so fucking aroused!” One of the men grunts. They’re jerking off.

“I told you, you would like this one!”

“Oh fuck, I’m close!”

Then it happens—warm cum showers my naked back and hair as they come.

“Shit!” the man to my left grunts.

When they’re done, they leave me on the floor and settle back down on the couch.

They light up cigars and talk business while Salt and Pepper pours them all whisky.

I try the restraint, but it’s too tight, chafing my sore skin. Rolling over on my back, I stare at the tall ceiling. It’s an uncomfortable position to lie in. My shoulders ache, my tits point to the roof, and I’m forced to swallow the spit in my throat more than once.

I don’t know how long I lie there before the man with brown hair lowers himself down to his knees between my legs. His cock is on full display, standing proud against his pristine white shirt.

He puts my ankles on his shoulders and sinks into me with a groan.

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