Bobby looks unconvinced but Adriano smiles at me across the room. “I’ll bring you deer meat, myPryntsesa.”
“Yeah, I’ll be giving her meat too,” Doc says, running a finger down my arm. “You feel anything yet?”
I close my eyes and I don’t know if it’s a placebo effect, but I could swear spirals are going down my spine. “I…don’t know.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth my pussy draws tight sending a bright, almost violent sensation rushing through me. I arch my back.
“Oh mygossssssssh!”
“Yeah, that’s what I wanna hear.” Doc hauls up the hem of my dress and then he’s between my legs, licking me. No hesitation, no tenderness, his lips close around my pussy and suck. I grip Doc’s messy blond hair and scream. This always feels good but, my flower is molten hot, and Doc’s thick, eager tongue is like the best vibrator on earth. Better. It feels like I’m already mid-orgasm, and the sensation is only getting stronger and stronger. I babble nonsense words, clawing at Doc hard enough to hurt but he doesn’t care. As he told Eli—as he’ll tell anyone—he likes pain.
On the corners of my vision, my men gather around the bed, Adriano unzipping his fly, Bobby pulling off his shirt, Eli undoing his cufflinks. It’s so sexy, the threat of all their male aggression; their desire.
As I grind uselessly on Doc’s face, I make eye contact with Eli. The corner of his mouth kicks up.
“You little whore,” he says in his honeyed Italian accent. “We’re going to pound your little cunt until you can’t walk.”
At that, I finish, screaming and shrieking as Doc’s tongue plunges between my lips and deep inside me. I throw my head back into Eli’s pillow and feel it happen, the release I refuse to callsquirting. A collective groan goes through the room.
Doc gives a greedy moan and drinks me down like I’m vodka. I can feel him pushing into the mattress as though he’s fucking it and when he rises, swiping a tattooed hand over his mouth, I wait for him to plunge inside me. Instead, he moves across the bed. “Basher? Get in here.”
A naked Bobby is immediately above me, inside me. His body is so heavily muscled it’s like a living wall and when he shoves his thick cock between my legs I scream. I feel like a ripe mission fig, split open and plundered, my juices slicking both of us.
“Slut,” Bobby mutters in my ear, sending a second wave of heat through me. Bobby’s rarely mean, but when he is, it’s such a turn-on. He hates himself afterward, but maybe that’s part of the fun.
Bobby starts pounding, and the swirling heat burns through me, mixing with the Orchard and nearly lifting the top of my head through the roof.
“This is so amazing,” I hear myself chanting. “It’s so, so good! I love it. I love it. I love all of you.I love this.”
I find Doc kneeling on the mattress, his cock in his hand. “Thank… You. For. Making me. Feel…Oh my God…Like. This,” I say through Bobby’s vicious thrusts.
Doc smirks down at me. “You might wanna thank the man inside you, Tits.”
“I mean the Orchard,” I gasp, but he already knows that. His hand works its way between me and Bobby and finds the front of my silk dress.
“Careful of the tat,” Adriano snarls.
“Fuck yourself, Bigfoot,” Doc says and tears my dress open. My breasts bounce free, and the tickling drag of loose silk over my nipples makes me tighten around Bobby’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts, understanding before I do. I’m whimpering as I come, my eyes rolling back in my head when Doc grips my jaw and shoves his dick in my mouth. I sputter, my teeth scraping his shaft, but he doesn’t care.
“Enough talking,” he hisses as Bobby hammers inside me. “Suck my dick, Tesorina. Be the good little cunt you were born to be.”
So I suck. I suck as Bobby kneels, wrapping my thighs around him like a sweater tied to his waist, and thrusts into me with every ounce of strength in his body.
“You fuckin’ whore. You little slut,” he moans, and even with Doc in my mouth I can see Bobby, the shame and pleasure rushing over his face like clouds, and I realize he’s about to come. I don’t want him to pull out. I want him to finish inside me. To feel what it is to have a man commit that most animalistic of sexual finales.
“Roberto,” Eli says, and I moan my dismay, sure he’s about to tell Bobby to pull out, as he has so many times before.
Bobby freezes. Even Doc stops pushing the head of his cock into my mouth. We all look at Eli, comically frozen in our porno setting. Then Eli smiles. “Finish inside the whore.”
Another second of stillness in which the lack of sensation hurts, actuallyhurts. I jerk my hips against Bobby, trying to force more stimulation. He chokes out a laugh then fucks me again, hips slapping into mine. A moment later he’s there, bucking and pouring inside me.
“That’s it,” Doc hisses, massaging my throat. “You like that cum, Tesorina? You like it filling up your tiny snatch?”
In truth, I can’t really feel it, but when Bobby pulls away, muttering and moaning, the hurt between my legs comes back, only twice as bad. I’m so empty. I’m so horny. I look up at Doc, desperately trying to communicate that I need more. His dick, his tongue, his hand, anyone’s hand, anyone’s dick, anything just between my legs. I need to be fucked, fucked,fucked.
Doc laughs in my face. “You tragic little bitch, you’d stab your sister for a lay right now. We should tie you up and watch you suffer.”
“Noooorgh,” I gasp around his penis, humping my legs up and down the mattress.
