Playtoy Maid for the Billionaires’ Group pt3

I was utterly drained, my body screaming from the endless demands. My pussy felt raw and dry, every muscle aching from the week's relentless use. But according to the lady in charge, I just had to endure two more men, and then I'd be done for the week. The thought offered a sliver of relief amid the haze of fatigue.

I lay there on the worn mattress in the dimly lit room, trying to shut my eyes and escape into sleep. My entire body throbbed—sore thighs, bruised hips, the sticky remnants of cum drying between my legs. Finally, exhaustion won, pulling me under into a deep, dreamless slumber. It was the best rest I'd had in ages. Was it the countless orgasms that had wrung me out, or just the fact that no one was fucking me senseless for a few precious hours?

When I woke, the room was still the same—stale air heavy with the scent of sex, shadows clinging to the corners. The lady returned, her face impassive as she guided me to the adjoining bathroom. She ran warm water over my skin, scrubbing away the grime and sweat, her hands efficient but detached. I ate a light meal—some bread and fruit—barely enough to steady my nerves. Then, without a word, she led me back to the room.

I settled onto the bed, heart pounding in anticipation and dread. Not long after, the door creaked open.

Not one man. Two.

Big, hulking figures strode in, their naked bodies glistening under the low light. Broad shoulders, thick arms, and cocks already half-hard, swinging heavily between their legs—massive, veined shafts that made my throat tighten. I swallowed hard, my dry mouth no match for the fear twisting in my gut. What would they do to me?

They approached the bed with predatory grins, their eyes raking over my exposed form. I was still naked, legs slightly parted, vulnerable.

"Don't worry, slut," the first one growled, his voice deep and commanding as he climbed onto the mattress. "Lay down. We'll fuck you ourselves. No need for you to do a thing... except take it."

I obeyed, flattening myself against the sheets, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The second man flanked me, his rough hand gripping my thigh and spreading my legs wider. The air cooled my heated skin, but their presence made everything burn hotter.

The first man—tall, with a shaved head and a scar across his chest—straddled my chest, his heavy balls dangling near my chin. "Open up," he ordered, slapping his thickening cock against my cheek. The sharp sting made me yelp, tears pricking my eyes.

I parted my lips, and he thrust in without mercy, filling my mouth with his salty girth. His hips rocked forward, forcing me to suck, my tongue swirling desperately around the pulsing head. Gagging sounds escaped me as he hit the back of my throat, his fingers tangling in my hair to hold me in place. "That's it, choke on it," he grunted, fucking my face with steady, dominating strokes.

Meanwhile, the other man—stockier, with a beard and tattoos snaking down his arms—positioned himself between my thighs. He slapped my inner thigh hard, the crack echoing in the room, leaving a red handprint that burned. "Look at this pretty little pussy," he murmured, his breath hot against my folds. Then he bit down—not gently—on the sensitive skin of my labia, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch and cry out around the cock in my mouth.

"Mmmph!" My muffled scream vibrated along the shaft, earning a groan from the man above. Pain shot through me, mingling with an unwelcome spark of arousal as my body betrayed me, slickness starting to coat my entrance.

He didn't stop there. His tongue delved in next, lapping roughly at my clit while his fingers dug into my hips, pinning me down. The blowjob from above intensified, saliva dripping down my chin as I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks in submission. They owned me, using my body like a toy, and the realization made my core clench.

"Beg for it," the bearded one demanded, pulling back to slap my pussy directly—wet smacks that sent jolts of fire through my nerves. "Tell us how bad you want our cocks."

I gasped as the cock slipped from my mouth, strings of spit connecting us. "Please..." I whimpered, voice hoarse. "Please fuck me. I need it... I can't take the teasing."

He chuckled darkly, lining up his thick cock at my entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside, stretching my sore walls to their limit. The burn was exquisite agony, my pussy gripping him involuntarily.

"Fuck!!" I screamed, back bowing off the bed.

The other man shoved back into my mouth, silencing my cries as they found their rhythm. One pounded my pussy with relentless force, balls slapping against my ass, while the other face-fucked me, his grunts filling the air. Bites followed—nips at my breasts, my neck—each one marking me as theirs. Slaps rained down on my thighs, my ass, even my clit, heightening every sensation until I was a writhing mess.

"Ah!! Please!! Please... let me... ah!!!" I begged around the invading cock, tears streaming down my face. My body trembled, submission flooding me as pleasure built despite the exhaustion. They didn't let up, switching places seamlessly—the bearded one now forcing his cum-slick dick down my throat, tasting of my own juices, while the scarred one claimed my pussy, his slaps echoing with each deep plunge.

I came hard, shattering around him, my walls convulsing in waves of ecstasy. Juices squirted out, soaking the sheets, but they laughed, unrelenting.

"Not done yet, whore," the scarred one snarled, flipping me onto my stomach. He yanked my hips up, slamming back in from behind, his hand cracking against my ass in sharp, dominating spanks. The bearded one knelt in front, feeding me his cock again, making me suck through my sobs of overstimulation.

They fucked me over and over, trading positions like it was a game. Doggy style turned to me riding one while blowing the other, then both taking turns in my pussy, their cocks stretching me wider each time. Begging became my mantra—"Please, more... no, I can't... fuck, yes!"—as orgasms ripped through me, one blending into the next.