“Suck like a good little slut,” he commanded, his voice rolling roughly from his chest.
I obeyed, my mouth working over the first few inches, my tongue swirling around the crown. My eyes fluttered shut, the world narrowing to this single, degrading task. I felt The Stag tense, his fingers tightening in my hair. A low, guttural sound built in his throat. He was close. So close. His hips gave a shallow thrust, fucking into my mouth with a staccato rhythm.
And then with a violent, brutal thrust into my pussy, The Black Mask penetrated me. I grunted, but with my mouth full of cock and my pussy filled up, I couldn’t do anything but take it all.
Both masked men pounded into me from both sides, and all I could do was grip my hands into the rug and hold on. They tag-teamed me, used me, and I loved every fucking minute of it.
Then they both stopped.
The Stag pulled his slick cock from my lips with a wet pop, leaving me gasping, empty-mouthed and confused. The Black Mask pulled out of my pussy until all I felt was cool air brushing over my little hole. “On your stomach,” The Stag grunted, standing and moving away. “All three of us are about to fuck you at the same time.”
I didn’t know who grabbed me and flipped me over. The fire’s heat licked at my side as all three surrounded me. The Black Mask knelt between my legs, his broad shoulders blocking the light, his cock big and thick, long, and dripping pre-cum from the slit at the tip.
The Skull moved to my left, his big, warm fingers tracing a possessive line from my hip to my knee, before pushing one of my legs up and out. The Black Mask did the same to my other leg.
I was spread open, utterly exposed to all three of them.
The Black Mask didn’t hesitate. He guided his cock to my soaked, swollen entrance and drove into me with a single, powerful thrust. I cried out, the sudden, brutal fullness a shock to my ravaged system. He set a deep, rhythmic pace immediately, each stroke a claiming.
“Such a good little fuckhole,” The Skull murmured from my left.
I was positioned once more, now on my back as I was fucked by The Black Mask for long minutes. Before I could suck in a breath, he lifted me so my legs straddled his hips. The Skull moved behind me, laid down, and The Black Mask pulled free from my pussy. The Stag took his place between my legs, shoving in deep and hard until I gasped.
I was fucked like this for long moments, before I was once again positioned, these three men using me like their personal fuckdoll.
The Black Mask pulled my asscheeks apart, then the warm, slick feel of him spitting on my asshole had me moaning, and The Stag—now shoved back in my body--started fucking me harder. It was difficult keeping my eyes open, hell, knowing what the hell was going on and who was in what hole. But I forced them to when The Skull took his place to my side and guided his cock into my mouth.
And when The Black Mask filled my ass, stretching me back there slowly, gently, I bore down so he slid in easily.
“Made to be stuffed,” one of them said.
“You can take more, can’t you, you greedy, pretty slut,” another groaned.
“Built to take us,” the third said.
The pressure of feeling totally filled was immense and unbelievable. All I could think about was how they all fit inside me, but I loved the discomfort. I fucking loved the pain and pleasure.
The Stag grunted, his thrusts becoming shorter, and creating a vicious friction. The Skull pushed in and out between my lips, a relentless, steady pressure. The Black Mask was gentle on my ass, but with each passing second, hefucked me deeper, faster. I wondered if The Stag and The Black Mask could feel each other between the thin perineum that separated them.
I felt my body, traitorous and wanton, beginning to yield as my clit rubbed against The Stag’s body. A burning, impossible stretch bloomed in every hole.
“Fuck, yes,” The Skull hissed, his voice full of dark wonder as he fucked my face. “There she goes. Taking all three of us. Your body is fucking perfect.”
All three moved in unison but in a devastating counter-rhythm. The Stag would withdraw, and The Black Mask would press forward, filling the vacant space. Then The Skull would match their rhythm. It was a continuous, overwhelming invasion. I was never empty. I was constantly full, stretched to a breathtaking limit, the triple penetration lighting up every single nerve ending I possessed.
I was sobbing, as I let them fuck me… and finding my own pleasure. It was too much. It was everything.
“Look at her,” The Skull’s voice cut through my haze. “There’s nothing left but need. Perfect.”
The Stag’s pace began to falter, his thrusts turning jerky, urgent. “Gonna come,” he growled, the words thickand strained.
“Me, too,” The Skull hissed. “She’s gonna swallow my load while you’re both inside her.”
With a groan that sounded like it was ripped from his soul, The Skull pulled out of my mouth, the sudden emptiness a sudden void. He gripped his cock and stroked himself, aiming the tip at my face. And then he came, groaning hard and long as he spewed hot, thick and milky white jets all over my face and chest.
He fed his cock back into my mouth, not with the slow tease from before but with a single, deep push that hit the back of my throat. I gagged, tears springing to my eyes.
“Lick me clean, you beautiful cocksucker.”
