The Masquerade Toy: part 4

I woke up slowly, my body aching in the most delicious and filthy way. I was sandwiched between two hard, warm bodies in the middle of Victor’s massive penthouse bed. Victor lay behind me, his thick cock already hard and pressed against my ass. Marcus was in front, his morning wood resting heavy against my stomach.

“Morning, toy,” Victor murmured, his voice rough with sleep and lust. He kissed the back of my neck while his hand slid between my legs, finding me already wet.

“Fuck… I’m so sore,” I whispered, even as my hips twitched against his fingers. “We went so hard last night.”

Marcus smirked, gripping my thigh and pulling it over his hip. “Good. Means you’ll remember who owns these holes.” He pushed two fingers inside my pussy without warning, making me gasp.

Guilt hit me hard as they started touching me again. “This is crazy… I let two men use me like a whore all night. What am I doing?”

Victor chuckled darkly and rubbed the head of his cock against my asshole. “You’re doing exactly what your body wants. Stop pretending you don’t love being shared.”

I moaned as Marcus leaned in and sucked on my nipple, biting down gently. The guilt twisted in my stomach, but the pleasure was stronger. I was already soaking Victor’s fingers as he teased my ass.

“Please… go slow,” I begged, even as I pushed back against him.

Victor didn’t go slow. He pressed forward, sliding his thick cock into my ass in one long stroke. I cried out, gripping Marcus’s shoulders.

“Fuck… you’re so deep already,” I gasped.

Marcus positioned himself at my pussy and thrust in at the same time. Both holes filled completely. The stretch was overwhelming. I felt so full I could barely breathe.

“Oh my god… both of you… I can’t…” My voice broke into a moan as they started moving.

Victor fucked my ass with deep, possessive strokes while Marcus pounded my pussy. Their rhythm was perfect and devastating. I was trapped between them, completely at their mercy.

“You feel that, Lila?” Victor growled in my ear, biting my shoulder. “Two cocks owning you at the same time. This is what you were made for.”

“It feels too good,” I whimpered, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from my eyes. “I shouldn’t want this… but I do. Fuck, I do.”

Marcus gripped my throat lightly, thrusting harder. “That’s right. Say it. Tell us you love being our shared little slut.”

“I love it,” I moaned loudly, my body shaking between them. “I love your cocks in both my holes. Please don’t stop.”

They fucked me harder, switching rhythms, one pulling out while the other slammed in. The wet, filthy sounds filled the penthouse. I came violently the first time, screaming as my pussy and ass clenched around them.

But they didn’t stop.

They kept DP’ing me, flipping me into different positions, me on top riding both of them, then back in the middle getting railed from both sides. My body shook uncontrollably as another orgasm ripped through me, then another.

“Fuck… I’m squirting!” I cried out as my pussy gushed hard around Marcus’s cock. My whole body convulsed between them, juices soaking the sheets.

Victor groaned deeply, slamming into my ass one final time. “Take it all.”

Both men came almost at the same time, flooding my pussy and ass with thick, hot cum. I shook violently between them, completely wrecked and covered in sweat and their release.

We stayed like that for a moment, all three of us panting. Then Victor reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his tablet. He tapped the screen and turned it toward me.

My eyes widened in horror.

It was a contract. And below it, dozens of video thumbnails, every moment from last night. Me getting fucked, sucked, used, covered in cum.

“Sign it, Lila,” Victor said calmly, still buried deep in my ass. “You’ll be our exclusive plaything. Every weekend. No exceptions.”

He stroked my hair almost gently as he added, “Or these videos go public.”