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I was dripping onto the rug, my pussy clenching empty every time I gagged. Elena reached out, her fingers tracing my cheek, feeling the bulge of his cock in my mouth, and her nails were sharp, scratching lightly. "You're making a mess," she murmured. "Spitting everywhere, like a desperate whore who can't get enough of her boss's cock." The words stung, but my pussy throbbed harder, and I hated how wet it made me and how my body loved the humiliation. "Play with his balls," Elena said. "Suck them. Make him feel it."

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit erotic content, including dubcon/non-consensual elements (spanking, dominance/submission, coercion into sexual acts), group sex (FFM), BDSM (humiliation, punishment, toys), power imbalance, and degradation. Reader discretion advised – possible triggers for rough handling and emotional manipulation. CHAPTER ONE This is for Riley , Julian reminded himself, You’re doing this to help Riley.

Every time I thought I was done, one of them would push me higher. Placing the toy against my clit, ramming their fingers inside me, one cock stretching me out while another cock filling my mouth. "Look at you," Robin growled. "Taking both of us like a perfect little slut. Cum again, right now." I came until my voice had gone hoarse and my legs would not stop shaking. When they finally stopped, I was wrecked in the best way possible; sticky, sweaty and completely used. Hillian and Robin settled on either side of me. They kissed my body and lips softly. "You’re perfect," Hillian murmured against my skin.

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment but I didn't fail to shoot back, “Aren’t we just coming from a pool party? Of course, it's the water. Thinking I'm wet for you? In your dreams.” “Arrgghh…Lordd. Maxwell!” I moaned. His ministrations on my breasts already made heat pool beneath my thighs. I rubbed them together, hoping to provide some kind of friction since Ethan was just staring at me like he wanted to rip my head off. He yanked my panties down my legs, leaving my pussy bare and exposed. The cool air hit me and I shivered involuntarily as Ethan pressed two fingers against my clit. “Mmmm…” Trying my best not to moan and give Ethan that satisfaction but my body betrayed me and I couldn't help

I grabbed my hair, pulling it into a quick ponytail, sweat dripping down my chest. "You're taking it so good," he growled. "So tight for me. Fuck Ashley, you're driving me nuts." I was close, I could feel it building fast. "Grey, I'm cumming!" He smacked my ass hard, and I exploded around him, my legs shaking and pussy clenching tight. My cum coated his cock, dripping down onto him. But he didn't stop. He slowed down just a little, deep slow strokes that made my whole body shake again. His shaft hit my sweet spot over amd over, making my walls squeeze around him.

I felt like killing myself from the humiliation but they won't even let me die until they will f**k me to their heart's consent. And then the worst thing started of humiliating me, that every man started taking turns in f**king my pu**y and then my mouth. I tasted all the men's come and was on the verge of getting shattered into pieces when they stopped and then turned me into a doggy style. I was still sobbing and whimpering when they all started f**king my a**, I screeched loudly from the pain, I felt like they were going to tear my body into two. At this moment, I was begging them to kill me and stop this torture but no I could see the enjoyment on their face while f**king me roughly.

Squeezed it. He moaned. But she let go immediately. “You’re not allowed to cum unless I say your name,” she whispered in his ear. “I don’t know your name,” he breathed. “Exactly.” Then she took her time. She didn’t fuck him. She didn’t peg him. She humiliated him with her voice. Her eyes. Her words. She made him describe his worst fantasies. Forced him to repeat degrading lines while she watched him stroke himself for her amusement. Then made him stop just before the edge — again and again — until he was crying.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

His fingers slipped under the slit of my gown and teased my swollen clit while people laughed and chatted only a few feet away. Anyone could turn their head and see us. The thoughts should have horrified me, so why was I getting wetter? I buried my face in his chest, biting down on his jacket to stay quiet as the vibrations and his skilled fingers pushed me right to the edge. “Not yet,” he whispered and turned it off. He did it two more times; in a dimly lit hallway and once while we were dancing. Each time I got closer and wetter. My nipples were painfully hard against my dress and I was dripping down my thighs.

“Biggest fucking mistake of my life. Her pussy smelled funny—like old fish mixed with something rotten. And fuck, it was so wide and loose I could barely feel anything. I’ve had tighter virgins who’d never even touched a dick before. She was dry as the Sahara too—had to spit on my dick three times and still it felt like fucking a wet paper bag. I’m pretty sure she’s been sneaking around fucking half the town for years for her pussy to be that wrecked and sloppy.” The hallway absolutely erupted. Laughter boomed like thunder. Phones were shoved forward, recording every humiliating second. Insults flew from every direction: “Slut!” “Fish pussy Harper!” “Loose whore pretending to be innocent!” “