Pinned, Slammed, and Spanked

GANGBANG WHORE (5) 

The bathroom door clicked shut behind me.

I switched on the light and caught sight of myself in the mirror.

“Holy fucking Christ,” I muttered under my breath.

Mascara ran down my cheeks while my hair stuck out in every direction. My chest glistened with streaks of cum. Thick trails ran down my thighs and dripped onto the tile. Where hands had gripped and smacked me, my skin was red. My nipples were sore and aching.

I leaned over the sink. My chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. My stretched pussy throbbed and every shift of my thighs made me feel how soaked and used I was.

Cum oozed out of me.

I turned on the faucet, splashing cold water over my face, trying to steady myself.

It didn’t help. My reflection looked wrecked.

I looked fucked-out, and still hungry for more cock.

I grabbed a towel and wiped my chest, smearing more than cleaning. The heavy scent of sex clung to my skin. My pussy clenched at the memory of everything that had happened and my knees buckled slightly.

I pressed the towel between my legs, soaking up the mess, but more spilled out as if my body didn’t want to let go of them.

I laughed softly, shaking my head.

“You’re a fucking mess, Sierra.”

I stripped the ruined panties off my arm and tossed them into the sink, then adjusted my stockings and heels.

My thighs quivered when I straightened.

My heartbeat hadn’t slowed.

My swollen cunt still ached.

I smirked at my reflection. “Round two. Time to let your man smash.”

I tossed the towel on the counter and opened the door.

When I padded back down the hall, and walked back into the room, the air felt different.

Two of the guys, Ethan and Caleb, were passed out on the couch, sprawled half-dressed, their cocks hanging limp.

Derek was awake, stroking himself lazily.

Beside him, Joe was half-dozing but still hard, his cock jutting up as if even in sleep he was ready for me. Dominic sat slouched, breathing heavy but watching me with hooded eyes.

The room reeked of sweat and sex.

I paused in the doorway, smirking at the sight of them.

“Well,” I said, licking my lips slowly. “I want to get fucked again.”

Joe stirred, his cock twitching, but he didn’t move. Dominic lifted his chin, watching me with a lazy grin.

I walked straight toward Derek.

He stared at me, pupils blown wide, precum glistening at his tip as his hand slid slow along his shaft.

I climbed onto the couch, straddling his thighs. My soaked pussy brushed against him and he groaned, his head dropping back.

“You’ve been waiting all night, haven’t you, baby?” I whispered against his ear.

His lashes fluttered and he nodded. “Yeah… fuck, Sierra. I’ve been dying to fuck you.”

I dragged my wet slit along his length, smearing his cock with the cum dripping out of me. He shivered, his grip tightening on my hips.

“You watched me take every one of them,” I teased. “But I saved this for you.”

“God,” he muttered as his eyes squeezed shut. “Let me eat it first. Please.”

I smiled wickedly and shifted forward. Then, I pressed my swollen cunt against his mouth. He wasted no time. His tongue shoved between my folds, lapping hungrily at the mess dripping down my thighs.

“Fuck, yes,” I gasped, grinding against his face. My hands clutched the back of the couch as he devoured me. 

His tongue darted into my pussy, licking up every drop of cum.

Dominic smirked from across the room. “That’s one lucky bastard.”

I ignored him, moaning as Derek’s tongue flicked over my clit.

 My whole body trembled.

I tugged his hair and pulled off him, panting hard.

 “Enough,” I said sharply. “I want you inside me. Now.”

His eyes burned with hunger as I lowered myself down. His cock slid into me slowly, stretching me open again.

My back arched. “Fuck…”

Derek groaned, his hands gripping my ass.

 “Finally,” he rasped. “Finally, Sierra.”

He stood suddenly, hauling me up against his chest with his cock still buried inside me.

I gasped, clinging to his shoulders as my legs wrapped tight around his waist. My wrist was locked in his grid, held firm against him. 

He left me helpless as he carried me across the room.

Every step shoved his cock deeper inside me, jolts ripping through my body. I couldn’t stop moaning in his ear.

He kicked the bedroom door open and laid me on the bed, pressing me flat on my back without letting go.

Then his hips slammed forward, burying his cock deeper, pinning me to the mattress.

“You said it’s my turn,” he growled. “I’ve been waiting all night.”

I spread my legs wide.

My cunt throbbed, desperate for him.

He pulled out and slapped his cock twice against my clit.

I shuddered hard.

“Stop teasing,” I panted. “Fuck me already.”

Derek shoved in with one brutal thrust.

I cried out as he split me open, my body greedy for every inch. He set a vicious rhythm right away, pounding into me with sharp thrusts that made the bed creak and slam against the wall.

“God—yes—” I gasped, clutching the sheets so tight my knuckles ached.

He grabbed my ankles and shoved them over his shoulders.

Then he drove in harder.

His cock filled me to the hilt, stretching me until my vision blurred. Every slap of his hips sent my tits bouncing.

My breath came in broken gasps.

“Four men fucked you tonight, and you’re still tight,” he grunted. “So fucking tight.”

I clawed at his arms, screaming for him not to stop.

My cunt clamped down on him, milking his cock.

“Harder, Derek!”

His hips snapped harder, pounding me into the bed until the frame shook.

Sweat dripped from his chest onto my breasts, smearing across my skin as his cock slammed into me again and again.

“You take it like you were made for this,” he growled, his grip bruising on my thighs. “You were made to be my own dann slut.”  

“Yes!” I screamed, raking my nails down his arms.

He pulled almost all the way out.

I whimpered.

Then he slammed back in with such brutal force the air rushed out of my lungs.

My body seized, every nerve in my brain lit as he ploughed into me.

“You love it,” he spat. “You love letting them use you. But you still fucking need me.”

“Yes,” I moaned, delirious. “I need you. Always you. Don’t stop fucking me.”

I was his.

Pinned.

Helpless.

And completely at his mercy.

Every thrust ripped broken cries out of me. The coil inside me tightened fast, climbing too high.

It became too hard to fight.

“I’m—fuck—I’m cumming!” I screamed, convulsing around his cock.

Derek roared, slamming into me one last time before his body locked tight.

He buried himself deep, jerking hard as he spilled inside me.

Cum flooded me.

It spilled hot, dripping out even as he kept grinding into my overstimulated cunt.

Finally, he collapsed forward. His chest heaved against mine, and his forehead pressed mine.

Minutes passed, his cock grew soft inside me, but he didn’t move.

“I’m hungry, love,” he murmured.

“It's past two am,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“Yeah,” he growled, sliding out of me. “I want to eat your cunt.”

Before I could even adjust, he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed. His hands gripped my thighs and spread me wide.

He grinned at my exposed cunt. “Eating you out will satisfy me.”

With that, his tongue shoved deep inside me, lapping hard at the mess still dripped out.