Party Favor--2

Cheyenne:

I remained there in the dark of the box, my heart slamming so hard against my ribs I thought it might crack.

I was still so fucking horny from Jessica’s tongue and my clit was aching for the release she’d stolen away.

I couldn’t believe I let that happen, but at the same time, I wanted it to continue.

At least Duke was here and he’d relieve my pain soon.

So I sat there like some obscene offering as the bedroom door opened.

But the voice that cut through the silence wasn’t Duke’s.

“Who the fuck hired a whore?”

Oh God.

Oh my fucking God.

It was Duke’s best friend, Ryan.

I really didn’t like him as he was usually the loudest guy who made the crudest jokes.

And now, he was seeing my fucking drenched pussy and tits on my fucking wedding eve.

As his footsteps grew closer, I felt close to fainting. Should I get out of the box and ask him to get out?

But…wouldn’t that make things awkward.

I could only sit, frozen until a rough palm landed on my left tit, squeezing hard as a thumb was dragged over my nipple.

Fuck.

I bit my lip to keep from moaning. Why the fuck was my pussy reacting to that?

Shame and heat twisted together in my core.

I wanted to feel disgusted, I really did, but a fresh gush of wetness leaked out of me. Maybe it was the anonymity of just being a hole in a box that was turning me on.

“Hey Mark, get in here.” Ryan chuckled darkly. “Someone hired a whore for us and she’s so eager to be fucked. Her pussy literally creamed when I grabbed her tit."

His words were demeaning but they made my cunt react even more. More footsteps filled the room and another voice I recognize as one of the groomsmen spoke up.

“Damn…okay,” he whistled. “That’s a lot. But who the fuck hired her? Duke said no strippers, man and he specifically returned from the club when those women were hitting on him. I think we should find out from him first.”

It warmed my heart that my fiance refused to have strippers, just to honor me, but it only made me feel more guilty, spread open before his friends like this.

“It doesn’t matter who hired her, bro,” I heard Ryan shoot back. “She’s here. Look at this pussy bro. Bet she’s been playing with herself waiting for cock.”

I felt hands, mutilple now, on my breasts. Rough squeezes as their fingers pinched my nipples, tugging until the peaks swelled even more.

Someone slapped the side of one lightly, and I whimpered, the sound muffled inside the box, but I guess they heard it anyway.

.

“The whore likes it.” I heard a new voice say and after racking through my brain, i recognized it as Tyler’s.

His thick finger slid through my folds without warning, collecting my juices before pushing it back inside me.

I clenched around it on instinct, letting out a moan. Another finger joined the first and they began pumping slowly and deeply, letting wet filthy soudns fill the room, finger fucking my virgin pussy.

This was so fucking wrong, but why was my pussy spasming. Maybe it was the denied orgasm from Jessica earlier.

“Fuck she’s tight,” the guy groaned. “This cunt is gripping me like it’s never had dick before. You think she’s one of those high-end escort types? Pussy this pretty usually costs a fortune.”

Their words were so damn vulgar and objectifiying and yet I wasn’t revolted. In fact, my clit was steaming up as three fingers stretched my pussy wider, fucking in and out while another thumb rubbed rough circles on my clit.

I was shaking, trying so hard not to moan out loud because I didn't want my voice to give my identity away.

But every touch was sending sparks up my spine, making that near impossible.

My pussy was dripping juices down my ass now, coating their fingers, probably the table too.

“Bet she’d take all of us right here,” Ryan’s voice spoke up again, thick with lust. “She's so fucking drenched, boys. She wants it.”

“I think we should just leave her until the person who ordered her says so.” Tyler spoke, but lierally none of them stopped touching me.

I was burning with shame, tears prickling my eyes inside the dark box. This was supposed to be fore

Duke. My virgin pussy… and now his friends were finger-fucking me like I was some party favor.

And it was too late too speak.

Suddenly, i began hearing heavy footsteps on the stairs again and the bedroom door soon swung wide. All the fingers inside of me were removed, leaving me empty and aching.

Silence crashed over the room like ice water and my fiance’s unmistably voice echoed in the room as he chuckled. “I see someone decided to get creative tonight.”

My heart stopped. Fuck, did he know it was me? What gave it away?

“Yeah man,” Ryan’s voice interrupted my spiral. “Did you order her though? Can we fuck her?”

“No I didn’t order her, but whoever did must have gifted her to us.” I heard Duke’s voice continue. “So you all can carry on to fuck her. I won’t though because Cheyenne would fucking kill me if I did. So enjoy yourselves men. Don’t hold back on my account.”

Relief and horror slammed into me all at once.

Things has escalated way past what I had planned. Clearly he didn’t know it was me in the box getting finger banged by his friends…

But still, I was trapped, naked in a box with all my holes exposed while the man I was marrying tomrrow gave his friends permission to use me however they wanted.

I couldn’t stop it now.

I could only sit there, burning with shame and an insane arousal as I waited for what came next.