Page 71 of Devil's Bargain

“Such a gentleman!” I taunt when he removes his hand.

He skims the knife across my jaw. “Don’t think I won’t hurt you. Now tell me, sweet thing, where do you want my cum?”

“My face!”

“Good answer!”

He pulls out and fills his hand with my hair. Then jerks the length and rubs the hard head over my cheek and mouth until warm strings of salty cum erupt, covering my skin. It hangs off my lashes and drips down my nose and lips.

He climbs off the bed, picks up a dressing gown, and walks over to the door. With a press of his finger, it opens.

Scott and Jared step inside.

The man hands them a wad of cash, much bigger than anything I’ve ever seen. “She’s perfect! I want her back here same time next week.”

Jared looks over and smirks at the cum on my face. “Looking worse for wear there, little slut.”

I don’t bother to wipe it off. I refuse to let them see the chasm of pain opening up inside me. No, I am a hard, impenetrable shell for all they know!

“Come on. Time to go!” Scott says, gesturing for me to follow them outside. No one bats an eyelid as I walk through the big mansion with my naked tits out, my face covered in cum. This must be business as usual here.

We step outside and walk down the long driveway to the car. I’m the first one to speak. “Will I get a portion of that money?”

Scott holds the door open for me, watching me climb inside. He shuts it, then gets in the front seat. “It depends.” he replies, looking at me over his shoulder.

“On what?”

Jared starts the car and drives us down the long winding driveway.

We soon leave the grounds but don’t travel far before pulling over by the roadside of a deserted country lane. Jared cuts the engine and meets my gaze in the rearview mirror. “Wipe your face and come sit on my cock!”

The sound of his belt being unbuckled is loud in the quiet car.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I say so.”

I look to Scott. He’s lighting a cigarette. “I’m not fucking either of you!”

Scott takes a deep pull. “As you wish!” The cigarette hangs off his bottom lip as he digs in his pocket. He holds up his phone. “I’ll just forward our fun time to Rick.”

“You wouldn’t! You’d lose your fucking jobs!”

Scott laughs before taking another drag and blowing smoke up at the roof. “The only face visible is yours. You can’t prove who’s fucking you. But fine, I’ll send it to Rick now.”

When he starts typing on his phone, I jump into action and climb between the seats. “No. Don’t!”

Jared’s smirk is smug. I straddle his lap and sink down on his hard cock, my hands on his broad shoulders. He holds my hips and guides me on his length as he taunts, “That’s my good girl!”

“Jesus!” I moan, my head falling back. His cock feels so fucking good inside me!

Scott watches us intently while smoking his cigarette. When he’s done, he rolls down the window and throws it out. Then lights up another one.

Jared pounds my pussy from beneath, his hand on my arched neck. He leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over the hardened bud.

I look at Scott, who smirks and takes another drag of the cigarette.

Jared pushes me back against the steering wheel, causing the horn to sound as he pounds into me with feral brutality. I reach for the handlebar in the ceiling. My muscles tighten and moans spill from my lips as I come.

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