Page 89 of 12 Days

I free my hands and untie the silk tie keeping me from seeing who is currently in me. The light makes me blink.

I look up, and Easton’s twelve inches of glory are down my throat. Owen is between my legs, filling my pussy.

Behind me, Tate whispers in my ear, “Ready to come with us, Alyssa?”

I moan agreement, and the rest of the men tighten the circle around me. Owen, Tate, and Easton speed up their thrusting. The other nine surround us, and I watch as they stroke their perfect cocks in time to my fucking.

I see stars and feel myself convulsing around Owen’s cock as he explodes in my pussy. He fills my cunt with hot shooting cum, and it drips out around his spasming cock, down my leg pooling on the table beneath us.

Tate rams his cock deep in my ass, and I feel him throbbing his hot cum deep inside me. My ass is so full of his giant cock his cum overflows quickly and joins Owen’s in a puddle on the table between my legs.

I gulp and gasp around Easton’s cock, trying to swallow as much as I can, but it fills my mouth and drips out from my lips. I feel it dripping down my jaw and neck just before the others explode with sticky streams of cum.

I am full and covered and full of hot sticky cum. Tate, Owen, and Easton slide their cocks from inside me, and I slump onto the table. I run my hands up my body, enjoying the slick feeling of being covered in cum.

The men watch as my hands roam to my ass and my slit, scooping up Tate’s and Owen’s cum. I drag my hands back to my chest and rub the still-hot cum onto my full breasts. I swirl and mix twelve loads of cum and my own sweet juices.

I look around me and at twelve exhausted faces, then I scoop up a mouthful of mixed-up cum on two fingers and pop them into my mouth.

I close my eyes and savor the taste of all of us together. I know this was supposed to be a punishment, but it feels like a reward.

I lay back again spread-eagle. My eyes are still closed, and I never want to forget this moment.

Each man comes over in turn and kisses me. They are all gentle and caring. Nico helps me up off the table and seats me in the chair Tate was sitting in when I came in the room to apologize.

I relax into the leather and look up at my punishers.

“You were such a good girl,” Tate says quietly, covering me in a faux fur blanket. I relish the soft fur against my skin. He kisses me then, deeper than the other men.

“You know where to find us,” he says and they all file out of their conference room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

My thoughts and a copy of the formula, sitting on the cum-drenched table.

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