BackSeat Slut Part 3

“On your knees,” the first man ordered.

Clara hesitated for half a second, but the sharp slap of his hand against her thigh made her flinch and obey. Blindfolded, she slid off the leather seat, sinking onto the floor between them. The carpet was rough against her knees, but all she could think about was the heat radiating from their bodies as they leaned in closer.

“Hands stay behind your back,” the second man reminded her.

“Open your mouth.”

Clara lifted her chin, lips parting. Her chest rose and fell as her breasts strained against the dress, nipples so hard it hurt.

A zipper made a sound. The sound alone made her pussy throb. A moment later, thick heat pressed against her lips, the blunt head of his cock, already hard, already leaking.

“Wrap those fat lips around it,” he growled.

She opened wider, and he shoved inside, stretching her mouth full. Clara gagged softly, her throat tightening, but he held her jaw firm.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, thrusting shallow at first.

“Her mouth feels just as wet as her cunt looks. Look at her choking on it.”

The other man chuckled, sliding two fingers back between her spread thighs. He pushed them straight into her soaked slít, burying them deep until her hips jerked.

“Dripping all over my hand,” he said.

“She’s getting wetter from choking on cóck. Dirty whóre likes it both ways.”

Clara moaned around the thick length filling her throat, the sound muffled and messy. Spit ran down her chin, dripping onto her chest as he pushed deeper.

“Eyes up slút” the man with his cóck in her mouth ordered, gripping her hair tight.

“Even blindfolded I want you facing me while I fúck your throat.”

Her neck strained back, her lips stretched wide around him. Every gag, every wet gagging sound made them groan louder.

“Fuck, those títs are bouncing while she kneels,” the second man muttered, twisting his fingers inside her cunt.

“Perfect slút body mouth stuffed, pússy soaking, títs begging for cóck next.”

The man in her mouth thrust harder, making her gag loud. Drool spilled out, dripping down onto her heaving breasts.

“Good girl” he growled. “Messy little cóckslut. Take it deeper.”

He pushed until the head hit the back of her throat holding there while she choked then pulling back just enough to let her gasp before slamming forward again.

All while the other man finger fucked her rubbing her clit with his thumb until her thighs trembled.

“Look at her cúnt clenching” he said darkly.

“She’s gonna cúm just from sucking cóck.”

Clara’s jaw ached as the thick cóck pushed in and out of her mouth spit running down her chin and dripping onto her tits. The man gripping her hair pulled her head back and looked down at the mess she’d become.

“Look at this sloppy hole” he said shoving back in until she gagged loud around him.

“Drooling, choking, eyes watering perfect little cóck slave”

The other man knelt beside her, his hand still buried between her thighs. His fingers worked her pussy open spreading her folds so both of them could hear the wet sounds.

“Listen to that” he muttered.

“Her fat cúnt’s making music. All this slick just from sucking cóck. Dirty fucking whóre.”

Clara whimpered, her body jerking as he pushed two fingers deep curling them up against her spot. Her thighs trembled but he pulled back before she could get close.

“Not yet” he warned, smearing her juices over her inner thighs.

“You don’t get to cum until we say. Understand?”

She tried to answer but the cóck stuffed in her throat muffled everything.The man holding her hair gave a sharp tug.

“Tap my thigh twice if you understand”

Clara slapped her bound hands against his leg twice gagging as he shoved deeper.

“Good slút” he said, satisfied.

“Knows her place.”

The one fingering her slid his wet fingers up, dragging them across her stomach then higher until he squeezed one heavy breast in his hand. Her nipple poked through the thin fabric, swollen and hard, and he twisted it until she squealed around the cock in her throat.

“Big tits” he groaned after unbuckling her bra and went ahead rolling the nipple.

“Look at them bounce every time she chokes. These aren’t just for show. They’re built to wrap around cock.”

“Fat cunt, fat tits, fat ass,” the other growled, fucking her throat harder.

“She’s nothing but holes, and we’re going to use every one.”

Clara moaned helplessly, her body betraying her. Her pussy clenched, soaking the man’s hand as he rubbed her clít in rough circles.

But just as her hips started to buck, he pulled away again. She sobbed around the cóck filling her throat frustrated aching for release.

“You’ll take it when we let you” he said slapping her pússy hard enough to make her thighs jolt.

“Not before”

The man face-fucking her laughed.

“Hear that? Even her cúnt’s crying for cóck. Look how it twitches begging to be filled”

He shoved deep holding her nose shut with his thumb until her throat convulsed around him. Clara’s body thrashed, spit and tears streaming, until he let go and yanked out. A thick line of drool connected her lips to the tip of his cóck.

“Messy little bitch” he muttered smearing it across her cheek.

“Can’t even breathe without cóck in her throat”

The other gripped her jaw forcing her face up toward him.

“Say it” he ordered. “Tell us what you are.”

Clara gasped for air, her voice hoarse. “I’m…I’m your slút Sir.”

Both men groaned in approval.

“Good girl” one said darkly.

“And slúts don’t cum until their masters say so.”

He smacked her cúnt again, hard, the sound sharp in the cramped car. Clara cried out but the man at her mouth only shoved back in harder until she gagged, his hand tight in her hair. The other’s palm came down on the other thigh, then the same hand grabbed her bréast and squeezed, thumb digging into the nípple until she yelped through the gag.

“You like that?” the first asked voice low and cruel as he drove into her mouth.

“You like being slapped and pinched and spoiled by us?”

Her answer came muffled and wet around his cóck. Tears streaked under the blindfold.

“Yes Sir” she managed voice broken.

“No whining” the one with his fingers buried in her cúnt snapped.

He pulled his hand back and spanked her ass hard, the sting bouncing through her hips.

“You’ll earn everything. Beg for it properly when we tell you”

She tried to pull toward release,her body thrashed with want. Instead he hooked two fingers under her chin and yanked her face up until she choked on air. He slapped her across the jaw with an open hand not to bruise her but hard enough to make her taste it. Clara’s head rocked mascara ran, mixing with spit on her cheeks.

“You’re mine to use” he said, slow and certain.

“You answer when we speak. We decide when you come.”

His thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth, wiping spit across her lips like a mark.The man kneeling between her legs pinched both nipples at once rolling them until she cried out. He twisted until she squealed and then, just as she bucked, he eased letting the ache settle into something raw and almost unbearable. He thumbed her clít without mercy, then pulled his fingers back so she throbbed edging without release.

“Stop moving” the man in front warned and when she didn’t obey perfectly he slapped the side of her face, the sound sharp.

“Eyes forward when I tell you. Hands behind you, don’t even twitch”

Clara felt small, used, every nerve raw. Each slap, each pinch, each word pushed her closer and then pulled her away. They alternated mouth, fingers, tits, face a rhythm meant to break and rebuild her. He would shove into her throat until the gagging took half her strength, then the other would bite her nípple hard enough to make the back of her knees tremble. He’d stop at the edge breathe on her, whisper filthy praise, then snap back into roughness.

“Say you’re ours,” one ordered after a long minute of nothing but the sound of the city and her ragged breathing.

“I…” she tried voice raw.

“Louder” he demanded.

“I’m yours” she choked the words half-broken, a half-plea.

“Good” he said.

Then he slapped her pussy, hard, and that single strike had her bucking helplessly.

“You want to cum? You’ll beg for it like you mean it.”

Her throat closed around a sob and then a plea spilled out, wet and ragged.

“Please let me come. Please, Sir. I’ll be quiet. Please…”

They laughed, low and satisfied. The man with his fingers in her finally pushed harder, curling up and hitting the spot that made her gasp. The man in her mouth slammed forward, driving deep until she gagged on him again. The car rocked as they worked together, synchronized cruelty and reward.

“You have begged” the first said, voice rough.

“Now you’re gonna earn it”

They didn’t slow down. They intensified faster fingers, harder slaps to her ass, rougher twisting of nipples. Every touch was designed to drive her over and yank her back. Her muscles clenched and released, clenched and released, until her legs shook uncontrollably.

This time when the pressure built, they let it climb. The man between her legs pressed his thumb down, grinding while his fingers pumped, and the cóck in her mouth hammered deep. The blindfold hid the world but didn’t hide sensation. Her body burned, hot and raw, every nerve alight. She tasted iron and him and herself and the desperate need in her own mouth.

“Come on” he hissed. “Give it to us.”

It broke. Her body folded a hard, wet, involuntary seizure as orgasm ripped through her. Hot liquid spilled down his hand and across her thighs. Her cries were muffled and high, her knees clamping instinctively even as she tried to hold still. The man in front of her held her jaw and rode her reflexes, forcing her throat to take rhythm as she shook.

She didn’t get to savor it. They kept moving, relentless the other’s hand still at her clít, urging another wave, not allowing her to slide back down into sleep. He pressed, dug, rubbed, she folded again, smaller this time, another ragged release that left her body trembling.

Finally, with a hard groan, the man in her mouth pulled back and spat, wiping her chin with the edge of his hand. The one inside her curled his fingers one last time and then eased them out, smearing her wetness across her skin like a mark.

“You good?” the man in front asked, mockingly gentle.

She could only swallow and breathe, chest heaving, legs trembling.

“Yes Sir,” she croaked.

They waited, watching her slump back, waiting for her to stop trembling enough to be useful again. When she quieted, the second man ran a hand over the bruise on her cheek, then smoothed his palm across one of her bréasts and pinched the nipple once more, just to feel it harden under his fingers.

“You did well,” he said the praise thin and dangerous.

The limo hummed on, the men’s voices low and businesslike as if nothing intimate had just happened. She clung to the last shreds of warmth and shame her body trembling in the silence.

Then one of them shifted in his seat, a shadow falling across her.

“Not done yet, we are going for another roung. just rest” he murmured.

Her breath caught at what the man said. The car continued moving but these time more slower.

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