Dared To be Fúcked Part 5

“Again! Again! Again!”

Lena’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath, her skin flushed red, her thighs trembling wide open. Her pussy was still dripping, slick smeared across Dora’s hand, the carpet beneath her damp with wetness.

The crowd was merciless. Phones zoomed closer, flashes catching her red cheeks, swollen tits, and glistening cunt.

“Make her squirt again!” a guy yelled.

“Spit on her clit!” another added.

Dora chuckled dark, licking her fingers clean, slow and obscene.

“You hear that, babe? They’re not satisfied and neither am I.”

She shoved three fingers back into Lena’s pussy without warning. Lena screamed, her back arching high off the floor, tears springing fresh to her eyes.

“Holy fuck!” someone shouted.

“She took all of it!”

The chant switched instantly.

“Fist her! Fist her!”

Dora pumped her hand in deep, curling her fingers until Lena’s stomach clenched and her pussy gushed again. Slick sounds filled the room, drowning out even the music.

Lena shook her head wildly, sobbing.

“N-no more, please...”

but the crowd didn’t hear her or didn’t care.

“Look at her hole swallowing that hand!” a girl shrieked, laughing.

“Stretch her wider!” another voice demanded.

Dora drove harder, her other hand sliding up to twist Lena’s nipples, cruel and sharp. Lena’s cry broke into a moan, her pussy spasming around Dora’s hand.

“Fuck, she’s gaping for it!”

“She’s gonna cum again!”

The chanting grew brutal.

“Cum! Cum! Cum!”

Dora leaned over her, teeth grazing her ear.

“Do you hear them, slut? You’re not done until you soak this floor.”

Her hand pistoned faster, thumb grinding against Lena’s clit while her other hand pinched and slapped her tits until they were raw.

Lena’s body convulsed, her voice breaking into hoarse screams, the orgasm ripping through her harder than the last.

She gushed violently, squirting over Dora’s wrist, soaking her own thighs and the carpet.

The room erupted like a riot. Phones caught every drop, the flashes relentless.

“She fucking squirted again!”

“She’s a dirty fucking fountain!”

Lena collapsed, twitching, her body limp. Her pussy was a dripping mess, her tits swollen from all the abuse, her hair stuck to her sweaty face.

But the circle wasn’t satisfied.

“Make her eat it!” someone roared.

“Lick her own cum!”

“Lick it! Lick it!”

Dora smirked, dragging her soaked fingers up to Lena’s mouth. She smeared the slick across her lips before shoving them inside.

“Open wide,” Dora ordered.

“Taste yourself like the filthy slut you are.”

Phones caught the exact moment Lena gagged on Dora’s fingers, her tongue coated with her own juices, the crowd howling in savage delight.

The chant shook the walls.

“Lick it! Lick it! Lick it!”

Lena gagged as Dora’s slick-soaked fingers pushed deeper into her mouth, coating her tongue with the taste of her own cum. The crowd went wild, flashes popping, phones catching her face glistening with spit and slick.

“Look at her lips!” someone screamed.

“She’s sucking it like a cock!”

Dora pumped her fingers in and out of Lena’s mouth, slow and obscene, her other hand squeezing Lena’s tits until they spilled out between her fingers.

“Good girl. Swallow it. Show them you love it.”

Lena’s throat worked as she gagged down the mess. Her eyes watered, drool dripping from the corners of her mouth, streaking down her chin.

“She’s dripping spit all over herself!”

“Messy little slut!”

The circle howled, stomping until the floor rattled beneath them.

Dora yanked her fingers free and slapped them wet across Lena’s cheek, smearing spit and cum over her face. Then she gripped Lena’s hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at the roaring crowd.

“Tell them what you taste,” Dora ordered.

Lena whimpered, trying to turn away but Dora tugged her hair harder.

“Say it.”

Her voice cracked, hoarse.

“I… I taste my pussy.”

The room erupted laughter and whistles echoing off the walls.

“Say it louder!”

Her chest heaved, shame burning in her cheeks.

“I taste my pussy!”

Phones zoomed closer recording every word. The chant picked up again.

“Dirty slut! Dirty slut!”

Dora shoved her down flat on her back, grabbing Lena’s ankles and spreading them wide until her pussy gaped open for every camera.

“Take a picture of that hole!” someone shouted.

“Zoom in! Get it dripping!”

The flashes were relentless, every angle captured. Lena squirmed trying to close her legs but Dora slapped her thigh hard enough to make her cry out.

“No hiding” Sophie snapped.

“They want to see everything.”

Then Dora spat directly on Lena’s pussy. The wet sound made the crowd howl even louder.

“Holy fuck!”

“Rub it in!”

The chant roared.

“Rub it in! Rub it in!”

Dora smeared her spit across Lena’s swollen clit with two fingers, rubbing until Lena’s body jolted, a moan ripping from her throat.

“She loves it! Look at her body!”

“Slap her clit!”

The demand rolled into another chant.

“Slap it! Slap it!”

Dora raised her hand and smacked Lena’s pussy, sharp and loud.

Lena screamed, hips jerking, but her pussy clenched, slick pouring out even faster.

“Again!”

Dora slapped her again and again. Each hit made Lena moan louder, the line between pain and pleasure blurring until her cries echoed with both shame and desperate need.

Phones were shoved so close now they caught every drop of wetness leaking out of her hole, every twitch of her thighs as Dora slapped her raw and rubbed her clit mercilessly.

“She’s a fucking fountain!” someone shouted.

“Make her gush again!”

The chant shifted instantly.

“Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!”

Dora leaned down, tongue flicking over Lena’s nipple as her fingers worked her clit harder, faster, smearing spit and cum together until Lena’s body was shaking uncontrollably.

Her scream tore through the noise, sharp and broken, as another orgasm ripped out of her. Her pussy gushed, spraying across Dora’s hand and dripping down onto the carpet again.

The room lost its mind, screaming like it was a goal scored at a game.

“She fucking squirted again!”

“Goddamn, she can’t stop!”

Lena collapsed back, twitching, her thighs trembling, her face wet with spit, tears, and sweat but the circle was still chanting, still demanding more.

“Crawl for us! Crawl!”

“Make her beg on her knees!”

Dora looked down at her with a wicked grin.

“You heard them, slut. Get on all fours.”