This was wrong. This was crazy. Yet I was letting it happen. I was supposed to hate this. Ididhate it. So why was my pussy clenching around nothing, aching for more, and getting wetter?
“She tastes so fucking sweet,” The Skull moaned against my flesh, his voice muffled as he groaned, “A perfect, tiny little cunt. Look at you… getting all sloppy for us.”
“Born to be used,” The Stag agreed, his hand still working my breast, pinching my nipple just shy of pain. The praise wrapped in such degradation sent a fresh jolt of lightning through me. I was theirthing, their beautiful, filthy toy. The thought should have revolted me. But it made me drip onto The Skull’s chin.
I looked at The Black Mask, the metallic sheen catching the firelight. He was silent and steady as he watched the other two destroy me in the best of ways.
The sound of metal drew me to The Stag. He unbuckled his pants, freeing a thick, heavy cock that stood proud and long and already showing a glossy sheen of pre-cum at the crown.
The Skull gave my pussy one more long lick andstood. I exhaled a shuddering breath. His mask was still slightly pushed up, his mouth glistening with my arousal.He pulled me away from the wall, and I felt like a doll being used for their pleasure. And why was I okay with that?
Before I could utter a word or even think, I was spun around, and The Skull moved behind me, his body pressed against my back, his own erection a hard line pressing against his dark pants and digging against my ass. His hands came around to my front, roughly squeezing my other breast, his fingers coarse against my feverish skin. And then he slid it up to curl around my throat, squeezing lightly until I made a startled sound.
The Stag gripped my hips, spinning me around to face The Skull again, moving me forcefully until I was bent over the couch. The Stag positioned himself behind me, and I suddenly felt the broad, hot head of his cock nudge against my soaked pussy hole. I held my breath when The Black Mask and The Skull moved to the other side of the couch so I could see them with their cocks out, their thick, enormous hands wrapped around their massive lengths.
And then The Stag grunted, pushing forward. He tunneled all that hard, big girthy dick into my body,his hands gripping my waist so tightly I knew there’d be bruises in the morning.
“Fuck, feel that,” The Stag groaned. “Your fucking pussy is hugging my cock, Gwen. Trying to keep me out of your greedy little hole.”
He pulled back slightly, dragging out the exquisite friction that made me whimper. Then he pushed in again, gaining another fraction of an inch.
In. Out. Deeper.
Each time my pussy stretched further for his penetration, the pleasure-pain on my clit rubbing against the couch built to a maddening peak. I was panting, pushing back against him, my entire world narrowed to that slow, fucking tease. I was utterly exposed, bent over and held in place, my cunt being claimed inch by inch.
“You’re taking my cock so well, you dirty slut,” The Stag rasped, his hands digging harder into my hips.
I screamed, the fullness unbelievable, stretching me, owning me. I couldn’t pry my gaze off The Skull and The Black Mask as they jerked off, their crowns slick and dripping clear fluid.
He didn’t give me a second to adjust. He set a punishing rhythm, fucking into me with deep,powerful strokes. The Black Mask moved closer until he could fist my hair in one hand. I gasped in pain at the same time The Stag reached around to find my clit, circling it with a cruel, precise pressure.
“Look at you,” The Skull finally said, his mask now in place. “Taking his cock like you were made for it.”
“You’re nothing now,” The Stag said. “Just a warm, wet hole for us to use.” His degradation made me hotter, made me gush around The Stag’s cock pistoning back and forth inside of me.
The Skull appeared beside The Black Mask, his cock still in hand, stroking himself as he watched me get railed. And then The Skull and The Black Mask were standing on the couch, their cocks now face-level with me.
“Open that pretty mouth,” The Skull demanded. “You’re not nearly full enough. Show us what a pretty little slut you are.”
Tears streamed down my face freely now, my arousal and emotions too high to control. I didn’t know why I wasn’t stopping this, why I wasn’t killing all three of them. They had broken into my home, were threatening me, and look at me now? Getting fucked by one while the other two wanted to shove their dicks in my other available holes.
I obeyed, parting my lips. The Skull shoved his cock into my mouth without warning, gripping my hair, and then fucking my face with the same relentless pace The Stag used on my cunt. I gagged, saliva dripping down my chin, my eyes rolling back in my head. I was packed, filled, a vessel for their pleasure, and the shame of my own building orgasm was a fire in my veins.
The Stag’s pace became frantic, and I knew it was because seeing my mouth getting fucked turned him on like a deviant. His thrusts lost all rhythm until it was just a frantic, hard pounding.
“Gonna fill this cunt up,” he grunted, animalistic in tone. “Gonna pump my fucking cum so deep inside you, it’ll be slipping out of your tight little pussy for days afterward.”
And then his orgasm hit him like a convulsion. I felt his cock swell and pulse inside me, knew he was pumping jet after hot jet of cum filling my cunt. The raw, claiming heat of it coupled with the enormous dick shoved in my mouth and making me gag tipped me over the edge. My climax ripped through me, a silent scream that clamped my cunt down around his still-spurting cock, milking him for every drop.
When he was spent, he stayed buried inside me, both of us shuddering. The Skull pulled his hard,wet cock from my mouth with apop. The Stag refused to pull his softening length from my pussy, his thickness keeping his release trapped deep within my well-fucked cunt.
When The Stag finally did pull out, a trickle of his cum escaped down my thigh. I was pulled away from the back of the couch, walked to the other side, and stood there with my leggings and panties tugging around my ankles as I stared at the three masked intruders.
The Skull stepped forward and wrapped his hand around my throat, his grip firm and unyielding.
“One down,” he said in that deep, muffled voice of his. “On your knees. And suck my cock like your life depends on it.”
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