Backseat Slút Part 4

The limo hummed quietly as Clara slumped against the seat blindfold tight over her eyes, wrists still bound behind her back. Her chest heaved, tits rising and falling heavy under the thin fabric of her dress. Her nipples were hard straining, aching to be touched again.

‘’I’m sure you might have rested enough by now’’ One of the men said.

She answered by a nod of her head.

‘’I don’t need you to nod, say it I want to hear you say it’’ The man growled

‘’Yes, Sir I am ready for a second round’’

‘’Sounds more like it now’’ The man growled reaching for her breast.

‘’ We will taking your tits, in different more ways than you can ever think of''

The man said eyes falling on her hardened nipple.

“Let’s have another look at those beautiful tits of us” one of the men said.

Hands gripped her dress and yanked it down, fabric stretching until her heavy breasts spilled free. They bounced out into the cool air, round and full the nipples swollen and flushed from earlier abuse.

“Fuck look at these tits, can never geet enough” one of them groaned.

He grabbed them both at once, squeezing them roughly, letting them fall heavy against his palms.

“Big fat slut tits. Soft as hell. Perfect for us to use.”

Clara whimpered, her body twitching as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging until her back arched.

“Hold her arms” the other ordered.

He caught her bound wrists and shoved her back against the seat so her chest was fully exposed. Then he leaned down and latched his mouth around one nipple, sucking hard.

Clara gasped, the sound high and desperate. His tongue lashed at the tip before his teeth scraped lightly over the swollen bud, making her squeal.

“Goddamn,” he muttered against her skin, sucking harder.

“These tits are fucking delicious. Made for my mouth.”

The other man slapped the underside of her breast, watching it jiggle and bounce before grabbing it and forcing it together with the other.

“Look at how big they are. We could fuck these all night. Perfect cocksleeves.”

“Switch” the one sucking said, pulling off her nipple with a wet pop.

Drool smeared across her skin as the other took his place, latching onto the other nipple and biting down until she yelped.

“Sensitive little slut” he said, licking across the bud.

“She loves it when we bite her.”

They took turns one sucking, one biting, one slapping her tits hard enough to leave red marks. Spit dripped down the curves, smeared across her cleavage as their mouths moved hungrily from one swollen peak to the other.

Clara writhed, moaning uncontrollably, her head tossing back against the seat. Her nipples burned, every nerve raw, but the ache went straight down to her pussy.

“Look at her” one growled, pulling her tits together and spitting between them.

“She’s soaking herself just from tit play. Her cunt’s twitching.”

“Slut’s body was made for us,” the other said, sucking so hard her nipple disappeared into his mouth.

He pulled back, leaving it swollen and wet, then slapped it lightly until Clara cried out.

They squeezed her breasts together, dragging their cocks between them, smearing precum over her skin while still sucking and biting her nipples. Her tits bounced with every thrust, slick with spit and precum, her nipples throbbing and sore.

“Say it” one demanded twisting both nipples until she sobbed. “Tell us what these tits are for.”

Clara moaned, broken. “They’re for you, Sir. For your cocks. For sucking.”

“Louder.”

“They’re your tits,” she cried. “Use them how you want!”

Both men groaned in satisfaction. One shoved his cock between them, thrusting until precum dripped down her cleavage, while the other sucked one nipple raw, teeth grazing hard enough to make her squeal.

Her breasts were covered spit, precum, red marks, handprints ruined and used until her body shook with overstimulation.

“Perfect whore body,” one muttered pulling back just to slap both tits at once, watching them bounce.

“We could keep her here all night.”

Finally, they let her chest go, both nipples red and aching, her tits wet and sticky from their mouths and cocks. One leaned close, biting her ear.

“Remember this slut. Your pussy might be good, your throat might be tight but these tits? These are ours now. Big, soft, fuckable, and ruined.”

Clara whimpered, too spent to answer, her body shuddering under their hands.

The car slowed, the smooth hum of the engine dropping as they pulled up to the curb. Clara’s chest heaved, tits bare and glistening, nipples swollen and wet from their mouths. Her mascara was smeared down her cheeks, her lips swollen from sucking, her body a complete mess.

One of the men pinched her nipple hard, twisting until she cried out.

“Listen to that sound. Pathetic little whore. You’d let us suck these tits raw every night if we asked, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” Clara whimpered, her voice breaking.

The other man chuckled darkly. “Look at her tits shining with spit, pussy leaking all over the seat, blindfolded like a cheap toy.

She’s nothing but flesh for us.”

He slapped her breast again, hard enough to make it bounce.

“I almost don’t want to let her go.”

“Don’t worry” the first man said zipping up his pants.

“Sluts like her always come back”

The limo rolled to a stop the door clicked open, cool night air rushing in.

“Time to get out” one of them ordered.

Clara hesitated, trembling, her tits still bare and her dress bunched around her waist.

“Please… let me fix myself…”

A sharp slap across her cheek cut her off.

“No fixing. You leave exactly how we made you. Let everyone see what you are.”

Hands shoved her forward, forcing her to stumble out of the limo onto shaky legs. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she struggled to balance, tits swinging free, sticky thighs rubbing together.

Behind her, one of the men leaned out just enough to hiss

“Every time someone stares at your fat tits tonight, you’ll remember it was us who ruined them. Our teeth marks. Our spit. Our cum.”

The door slammed shut before she could answer. The limo pulled away, leaving Clara standing half-naked on the curb, breasts exposed, pussy dripping down her thighs. Her face burned with humiliation, but deep inside her body pulsed with shameful heat.

They hadn’t even asked her name to them, she was just tits, pussy, and a mouth nothing more.

And god help her she was already wondering when they would call her again.

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