The Masquerade Toy: part 2

I was still sprawled on the velvet couch, thighs trembling and breathing ragged, when the door to the private VIP room opened again.

A tall, broad man in a matching black mask stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Victor didn’t even flinch. He just smirked, still standing over me with his cock hard and glistening.

“Marcus,” Victor said casually. “Right on time.”

Marcus’s eyes roamed over my nearly naked body, lingering on my soaked pussy and heaving breasts. “Well, well. You weren’t exaggerating, Victor. She’s fucking gorgeous.”

I tried to sit up, pulling my ruined gown over my chest. “Wait… I didn’t agree to this…”

Victor grabbed my wrists gently but firmly. “Shh. You’re staying right here, Lila. We both saw how hard you came on my tongue. Your body wants this.”

Marcus moved closer, his presence just as commanding as Victor’s. Together they peeled the rest of my black gown off me, leaving me completely naked on the couch. Four hands explored my body at once, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, stroking my thighs, teasing my dripping pussy.

“Oh god…” I moaned, overwhelmed. Two powerful, masked men touching me at the same time was too much. Too intense. “This is insane. I should leave…”

“But you won’t,” Marcus murmured, pinching my nipple hard while Victor’s fingers slid back inside my pussy. “Because you’re dripping all over Victor’s hand again.”

I gasped as they worked together. Victor fingered me deep and slow while Marcus sucked on my breasts, biting and licking. The pleasure was addictive, terrifying, and impossible to resist.

“Spread your legs wider for us, baby,” Victor ordered.

I obeyed, whimpering as Marcus dropped down and joined Victor between my thighs. Two tongues attacked my pussy at once, licking, sucking, fighting over my clit. I cried out, my hands fisting their hair.

“Fuck… I can’t… it’s too much!” I moaned, but my hips bucked against their faces desperately.

Victor stood up first, freeing his thick cock. “On your hands and knees. Now.”

They positioned me on all fours on the wide couch. Victor knelt behind me and thrust his cock deep into my pussy in one smooth stroke.

“Ahh! Fuck, you’re so big!” I cried out.

At the same time, Marcus knelt in front of me, pulling his own thick cock out and tapping it against my lips. “Open up, pretty girl. Suck me while he fucks you.”

I took Marcus into my mouth just as Victor started pounding me from behind. The rhythm was overwhelming, Victor slamming deep into my pussy while Marcus fucked my throat. I was completely filled from both ends, moaning loudly around Marcus’s cock.

“Such a perfect little toy,” Victor groaned, gripping my hips and driving into me harder. “Look at her taking two cocks like she was made for it.”

Marcus fisted my hair, thrusting deeper into my mouth. “Her throat feels incredible. Keep moaning around my cock, Lila. Let me feel it.”

They switched after a while. Marcus took my pussy, fucking me even rougher while Victor used my mouth. The pleasure built higher and higher until I couldn’t hold back.

“I’m coming…I’m coming so hard!” I screamed around Victor’s cock as my orgasm ripped through me. My pussy clenched violently around Marcus, juices dripping down my thighs.

They didn’t stop. They kept switching, using my body, praising and degrading me in turns until I came again. And then a third time, shaking uncontrollably between them.

Finally, Victor pulled out and stroked his cock fast. “Open your mouth.”

Both of them came almost at the same time, thick ropes of hot cum landing on my tongue, my face, my tits. I swallowed what I could, gasping and covered in their release.

I collapsed onto the couch, completely wrecked, cum dripping down my body.

Victor leaned down, kissing my neck possessively as he wiped a streak of cum from my cheek.

“The night is still young,” he whispered darkly. “We’re taking you to the penthouse suite.”