Gangbanged by Strengers

The colder night air hit instantly when we stepped outside the bar, but the alcohol had already turned everything soft and warm around the edges. The two of them walked close—one on each side—like they’d already decided I wasn’t going anywhere alone. The taller one had a steady hand low on my back. The darker-haired one kept brushing his fingers against mine every few steps, casual, like he was testing how much I’d allow.

I didn’t ask where we were going. I just let them pour me into the back of a black car that smelled like leather and money. The city lights smeared past the windows. Someone’s hand settled on my thigh, high enough that the heat of it soaked through my jeans. Another hand slid under my loose top and found bare skin. No bra. My nipple hardened against the rough warmth of a palm. I made a small sound and let my head fall back against the seat.

The building they took me to was all glass and quiet luxury—doorman, private elevator that needed a key card, the kind of place that didn’t even bother with public hallways on the top floors. The elevator opened straight into a penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows, city glittering below like it belonged to them. Low lighting. Dark furniture that looked expensive enough to be offended by the state I was in. The air smelled faintly of cologne and something cleaner, richer.

I barely had time to take it in before the taller one crowded me against the wall just inside the door. His mouth found mine—deep, hungry, tasting like the whiskey we’d been drinking. The darker-haired one stepped in behind me, chest against my back, and dragged my top up over my breasts. Cool air and then two different hands on me at once. One pair of fingers rolled my nipple. The other hand shoved down the front of my jeans, past the waistband of my thong, and found me already slick.

“Fuck,” the one behind me muttered against my neck. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. I moaned into the kiss, hips jerking. He fingered me right there against the wall—slow, deliberate strokes that made wet sounds in the quiet penthouse—while the taller one kept kissing me like he was trying to swallow every noise I made.

They moved me deeper into the apartment without ever really stopping. My top ended up on the floor. Jeans shoved down to my thighs. I was walked backward until the backs of my knees hit a massive low couch that faced the windows. The darker-haired one sat first and pulled me down so I straddled one of his thighs. His fingers were still inside me, curling now, rubbing that spot that made my stomach tighten. The taller one stood in front of me, already working his belt open.

I didn’t need to be told. I leaned forward, mouth open, and took him in as soon as he freed his cock. Thick. Heavy on my tongue. I moaned around him when the fingers inside me pushed deeper. The one beneath me watched with dark eyes while I sucked his friend, spit already running down the shaft, my hips rolling against the hand still fucking into me.

They switched without speaking.

Suddenly I was on my back on the couch, jeans and thong dragged all the way off, thighs pushed wide. The taller one settled between my legs and put his mouth on me like he’d been waiting all night. Broad tongue, slow and filthy, licking through my folds before sucking on my clit. I arched hard. The darker-haired one moved up, knelt beside my head, and fed his cock past my lips again. I choked on it when the tongue on my cunt pushed inside me. Two fingers joined it a second later, stretching me while he licked and sucked like he had all the time in the damn world.

They kept going until my thighs were shaking.

At some point I was flipped onto my stomach over the arm of the couch. Someone spread me open with both hands. A hot tongue dragged from my clit all the way up, then higher, circling my asshole before pushing inside. I cried out into the cushion. The other one moved in front of me again so I could keep sucking while my ass was eaten like it was the main course. Spit and slick ran down my thighs. Fingers—two, then three—worked back into my cunt while the tongue stayed greedy on my hole. I came once like that, messy and loud around the cock in my mouth, hips jerking against their faces.

They still weren’t done teasing.

I ended up on my knees on the thick rug in front of the windows, city lights painting stripes across my bare skin. One of them behind me, fingers buried in my cunt again, thumb rubbing slow circles on my clit. The other in front, cock sliding over my tongue, hand in my hair guiding me deeper until my eyes watered. They traded places whenever they felt like it. One would pull out of my mouth and move behind me so the other could take his turn between my lips. Every time a new pair of hands spread my ass I felt a tongue or a thumb pressing against the tight hole they’d already licked open.

My jaw ached. My cunt was swollen and dripping. Every time I got close they slowed down, pulled back, made me wait. The darker-haired one finally stretched out on the rug and dragged me up so I was sitting on his face. His tongue pushed inside me while I leaned forward and took the taller one back into my throat. I rode the mouth under me in small, desperate rolls, grinding my clit against his nose, spit running down my chin. The one standing above us reached down and casually rubbed his wet thumb over my asshole again, pressing just enough to make me moan around his cock.

They had me shaking and dripping and half-sobbing from how long they’d edged me when the taller one finally pulled out of my mouth and stepped back. The one beneath me gave my cunt one last slow lick and then eased me down onto the rug between them. I lay there naked, thighs open, lips shiny, chest heaving, watching them both look at me like they were deciding who got to ruin me first.

The darker-haired one moved first—kneeling between my spread legs, cock heavy and flushed in his hand, the thick head dragging up and down through the mess they’d made of me. He didn’t push in. He just held himself there, rubbing against my entrance, while the taller one stretched out beside me and casually fed two fingers back into my mouth so I could taste myself.

Neither of them spoke.

They didn’t need to.

The way the one between my thighs settled his weight, the way the head of his cock notched against me and stayed there, the way the other one’s free hand slid down to spread me open wider for his friend—every single movement promised that the teasing was over.

I was still too drunk and too far gone to care what came next.

All I knew was that both of them were looking at me like the night was just getting started.