Dared To be Fúcked Part 6

“Crawl! Crawl! Crawl!”

Dora jerked Lena’s hair, forcing her onto all fours. Phones zoomed in on her tits hanging, her pussy dripping between her thighs. The crowd roared, stomping, shouting, smacking her ass as she crawled forward in shame.

“Beg for it, slut!” someone screamed.

Lena’s voice cracked.

“Please… please use me.”

The circle howled and then everything stopped.

The noise cut off so suddenly it was like someone had pulled the plug. Phones lowered, mouths went silent.

The masked man had stepped forward.

He didn’t shout, he also did not cheer. He just moved through the crowd like he owned the space, his dark eyes locked on Lena. The closer he came, the quieter the room grew, until the only sound was Lena’s ragged breathing.

Dora straightened smirking like she wasn’t intimidated.

“Finally joining us, huh?”

He didn’t look at her. He bent down, gripped Lena’s chin, and made her look up at him. Her lips trembled, spit still wet on her face.

“She’s done crawling for you all,” he said flatly daring for anyone to say a word.

“She’s coming with me.”

The crowd groaned, some whining, some cheering. Dora hesitated but then he caught her wrist and pulled her forward too.

“You,” he ordered.

“You’re coming as well.”

Without another word, he dragged Lena up by the arm, Lena was too bstunned to say a word. Dora followed closely, while he led them out of the chanting circle. Doors shut behind them cutting off the roar of the party.

The private room was darker, quieter, only the bass of the music thumping faintly through the walls. A couch sat against one side, a long table cluttered with drinks on the other side.

He shoved Lena onto the couch, her legs spread wide, her tits still flushed and swollen. Dora dropped down beside her, eyes glinting.

“Strip her,” he ordered.

Dora grinned and reached for Lena’s skirt, since her top was already been disposed of. Her skirt was yanked up, leaving her completely bare.

The masked man sat back in the chair opposite, spreading his legs, watching. His voice cut sharp through the quiet.

“Suck those tits of hers. Make her moan for me.”

Dora obeyed instantly grabbing Lena’s breast, she first tugged at her nipple and then after dragging her nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard, flicking her tongue until Lena cried out.

“Good,” the man murmured, his hand already stroking his cock through his pants.

“Now open her up.”

Dora’s fingers slid between Lena’s thighs, parting her folds, rubbing her clit until she whimpered and arched back against the couch.

The masked man leaned forward, voice sharp.

“Touch her. Play with her pussy while she plays with yours.”

Dora’s grin widened. She spread Lena’s legs wider, sliding two fingers inside her slick pussy while grinding down harder against her thigh.

“God, she’s dripping,” Dora laughed pulling her fingers out just to show the wet shine before shoving them back in.

“You feel that, babe? Your cunt’s soaking me.”

Lena’s breath came in ragged gasps. She grabbed Dora’s hips almost without thinking, dragging her down until she could feel the heat of Dora’s pussy grinding into her bare skin. Dora rocked harder moaning into Lena’s mouth as her own fingers kept working deep inside her.

“Rub her clit while she fingers you,” the masked man ordered, his hand stroking his cock slow as he watched.

Dora obeyed, curling her fingers inside Lena while pressing her palm against her swollen clit. She ground her pussy harder on Lena’s thigh, the friction making her pant and shudder.

“Do it back” Dora moaned, biting Lena’s lip.

“Make me cum on you.”

Lena’s trembling hand slid between Dora’s legs, pushing aside her panties until her fingers found the wet heat underneath. Dora gasped, her whole body jerking but she pressed harder against Lena’s touch.

“That’s it,” the man growled.

“Rub her pussy. Make her squirt for me.”

Lena’s fingers slid through Dora’s folds, slick already coating them. She circled her clit the way Dora had done to her, rubbing fast, messy circles until Dora cried out against her lips.

The couch shook with their grinding, their moans loud and desperate, wet sounds filling the room as their fingers worked each other’s clits. Dora’s tits bounced as she rocked against Lena’s thigh, her slick smearing across Lena’s skin.

The masked man groaned low, squeezing his cock tighter as he watched them writhe and grind, their pussies dripping, their bodies tangled on the couch.

Dora broke the kiss long enough to moan into Lena’s ear, her voice shaking.

“Fingers deeper...fuck...make me cum on you.”

Dora’s fingers drove harder into Lena, curling deep until her pussy clenched tight around them. At the same time Lena’s hand worked Dora’s swollen clit in fast, slippery circles, her thumb pressing down just right.

The masked man’s voice cut sharp across the room.

“Don’t stop. Cum for me both of you.”

Dora’s head fell back, her hair spilling wild as she rode Lena’s thigh faster, grinding her pussy down with desperate need. Her moans came out ragged, loud, her body jerking every time Lena’s fingers slid over her slick folds.

“Fuck...yes, right there!” Dora gasped, rocking harder, sweat dripping down her chest.

She leaned forward and latched her mouth around Lena’s nipple, sucking it hard, her teeth scraping until Lena cried out.

Lena’s back arched, her own moans spilling uncontrollably. Dora’s fingers were relentless inside her, rubbing her clit with her palm while pumping deeper with every thrust. Wet sounds echoed, juices dripping down between Lena’s thighs onto the couch.

“Look at you,” the man growled, stroking his cock as his eyes stayed locked on them.

“Two filthy sluts making each other cum. Don’t hold back. Let it out.”

Dora’s breath hitched, her whole body trembling.

“I...I’m gonna...fuck, I’m cumming!”

Her thighs clenched tight around Lena’s leg as her orgasm ripped through her, pussy flooding Lena’s hand with hot wetness. She cried out loud, grinding down even harder, juices smearing across Lena’s skin.

The moment Dora broke, Lena followed. Her pussy clamped hard around Dora’s fingers, her body jerking violently as waves of heat surged through her. A scream tore from her throat, raw and messy, as she squirted over Dora’s hand, soaking the couch beneath them.

The room filled with their cries, the slick sound of their pussies gushing, and the low growl of the masked man.

“That’s it,” he hissed, stroking himself harder, his cock thick and ready.

“Cum all over each other. Good sluts.”

They collapsed together on the couch, their bodies trembling, thighs sticky and dripping, nipples swollen and wet from Dora's sucking.

The masked man stood, his shadow looming over them as he pulled his cock free.

“Now,” he said voice dark, commanding.

“You’re going to clean each other up with your tongues… while I fuck one of you.”