Party Favor--3

Cheyenne:

“Well shit, you heard the man of the hour. I’ll go first.” Ryan’s voice was usual was the first to break the silence. And he returned his finger back into me, pumping hard and gast.

The wet squelch of my pussy filled the room and I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.

I tried not to enjoy it, but fuck, he knew how to pound his fingers until they were hitting something inside me that made my eyes go cross while his thumb mashed my clit in circles.

I rocked forward onto his hand like a desperate slut.

Suddenly he dropped to his knees and sealed his mouth over my pussy without warning, licking my oversensitive clit.

My orgasm built fast and hard and I shattered.

My whole body seized and I cried out, a forceful pressure forcing out of me in a liquid I’d never released before.

The room exploded in cheers. “Holy fuck, you made her squirt.”

He pullled back then and said smugly. “She tastes like fucking candy? Who’s up next?”

I didn’t know who came up until he spoke and it turned out to be Mark.

I gasped when I felt his thick cockhead slide over my leaking pussy a few times, making me squirm hungrily…before lining up and slamming inside in one HARD thrust, ripping through my hymen.

“Fuckkkk,” He groaned… “She’s so fucking tight. What the hell did she do to her pussy to feel like a virgins?"

Maybe becuase she’s a virgin I wanted to say, but bit my tongue.

After that, Mark began fucking me hard and fast, punishing strokes that slapped his hips against my ass.

My tits bounced wildly in the cutouts and someone grabbed them, alternating between twisting my nipples and sucking on them.

It was so fucking hot, making me cry out in pleasure and pain.

“Listen to her whine,” A male voice laughed. “She fucking loves it.”

Mark’s thrust grew erratic then. “I’m gonna fill this slut up…take it…it…”

He buried himself deep inside me and came hard, his hot thick ropes of cum flooding me and painting my walls.

It triggered another orgasm out of me and I could only twitch, moaning silently as pleasure crashed over me in waves as he kept pumping through it.

When he pulled out, hot cum dripped from my stretched hole.

I wasn’t even allowed recovery when another cock slid through my messy drenched folds before pushing in slow, savoring the wet heat.

“Goddamn. You were right. She’s so fucking tight even though you just fucked her. Sloppy fucking whore cunt. Feels like heaven.”

All the dirty names just made me hornier as he fucked me with long strokes that dragged against every nerve ending. His own wasn’t erratic like Mark’s.

He ground his pelvis against my clit until I was shaking again. My pussy fluttered around him, chasing another orgasm even as shame burned through me.

“Cum for me, slut,” he growled. “Milk my cock and show us how bad you want it.”

I couldn’t stop it. The pressure snapped and another orgasm crashed through me.

My walls clamped down hard on him and he groaned, giving a few shallow thrusts before unloading more hot cum inside me.

One after the other, they took turns.

Rough hands on my tits, their mouths, sucking on my nipples until they were red and throbbing.

Their cocks of varying sizes plunged into my dripping pussy followed closely by their filthy words raining down on me.

It was in a sense freeing and I felt like a fucking sexual Icon, bringing all these men to completion.

Each one came hard, deep inside me, until I was so full of their cum and it leaked out with every new thrust, pooling beneath me. My oversensitive clit rhrobbed and every brush of their fingers over it sent sohock waves through me.

I came again and again and again, shaking, sobbling wuitely inside the box, torn between horror and the sickest, hottest pleasure I’d ever felt.

Suddenly a new voice echoed in the room and it was a familair voice.

“Shit…what the fuck?” That was Duke’s older brother’s voice… he had a really distinct accent.

Oh fuck.

“Well, someone hired the guys a whore for the bachelor party.” My fiance said to his brother. “You can join in and fuck her if you want. That’s what she’s here for anyway.”

My heart slammed har against my ribs.

Oh if Duke had the faintest idea that it was me…his fucking bride to be in the box... I couldn't even imagine what his reaction would be.

As he agreed to fuck me, his footsteps drew nearer and I froze, expecting to feel a new cock inside me.

But rather, the blunt head of his cock began pushing through the smaller cutout at the top of the box, right where my mouth was.

“Open up, whore and suck my cock,” Ethan’s deep voice rumbled.

I wasn’t a whore. I wasn’t.

But my lips parted anyway because what choice did i have? I couldn’t speak up now.

The length slid past my lips almost immediately.