“Look at me. Stay focused on me while I fuck you.”
“Yes, sir.”
This makes Garret smile.
“Good girl.” Then his cock is sinking into my tender snatch, already well-used
by him. He fills me again, in one smooth stroke that impales and stretches me
wide. Buried in my cunt to the hilt,
Garret rocks so slightly, his body mashing against my clit.
“Oh, fuck me. Please, sir.
Pump your cock in me,” I plead breathlessly. I can’t take anymore. I want them
so bad I could weep. I need to come so bad it hurts.
“Hold your ass open for me,
Faith,” Blake commands, and I rouse myself from staring into Garret’s dreamy
face long enough to obey. The bulbous head stabs against my asshole and makes
me jerk and yowl. Garret gathers me tighter to him as Blake presses on, sinking
deeper and deeper into my ass. Once he’s all the way in, the pain stops, all
save for a burning sensation along my stretched asshole that actually feels
good.
“Is this how you thought it
would be?” Blake hisses into my ear, sending shivers down the side of my neck
with his hot sigh. “Do you like having my cock shoved up your ass?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Mm, you are a good little
slut, and good little sluts get fucked until they scream.”
Garret doesn’t move, still
buried balls-deep in my cunt, but Blake thrusts his dick in my asshole, ramping
up the speed and force of each stroke. When I think he can’t possibly fuck my
ass any harder or faster, when I’m panting and gasping and whining, Garret
starts pumping me, too. Two huge cocks pounding away at my vulnerable, hungry
holes. Two sets of masterful hands kneading my ass and twisting my nipples. Two
sinfully sexy men growling and moaning filthy words to me, about how good my
pussy and ass feel, about what a beautiful little slut I am, about all the
things they’re going to do to me now that I belong to them.
As the pace of the fucking
mounts, as it becomes a frenzy of hard dicks ramming deep into me, all I can do
is hang on to Garret’s shoulders and watch the lust and tension passing over
his handsome face in waves. His cheeks are damp with sweat, strands of hair
sticking to his forehead and falling into his eyes.
Not to be ignored, Blake
slides his hand down to my clit and rubs it, twists it, pinches it.
“Oh, god,” I shriek, almost
sobbing with pleasure and exhaustion and emotion. “Oh, Master. Fuck. Blake!”
Then I’m coming, my clit and my pussy and my asshole all throbbing and
twitching and tensing, coursing with pulses of heat and pleasure. Distantly,
beyond the blood pounding in my head, I hear Garret and Blake groaning as my
body squeezing them tight, milking them. I scream and squirm between them, as
my climax wracks my tensed body.
Garret comes next, pumping
his hot cum deep into my pussy. I cling to him, still trembling with my own
orgasm, as the warmth spreads through me, through my hips and lower stomach.
Over and over, I think to myself, yes! God,
yes, Garret. Fill my pussy. Give me your cum . I hear it and only then
realize I’m saying it aloud.
“I am, baby,” he groans. “I’m
shooting my cum in your sweet pussy. Feel it, baby. I’m filling you up.”
Behind me, Blake demands my
attention by digging his fingertips into my ass, just before his hips begin
jerking. I arch to put my head on his shoulder, keening as he pumps his cum
into my ass.
Blake scrapes my earlobe with
his teeth. “You feel that?” he grates. “You like that, little slut? My cum in
your ass?”
I whimper and nod as liquid
heat pumps deep in my ass. It not what I’d expect—gruff, domineering Blake wrapping
his arms around me so tight and nuzzling his face into my neck as his hips buck
with the last ripples of his hard orgasm.
None of us move, aside from
our heaving chests as we pant for breath. Every few seconds, one of us trembles
with an aftershock of orgasmic pleasure, setting off ripples in the other two.
It seems like forever before the orgasms have had their