I’ve taken Orchard before, been made to feel this psychotic lust before, but I was able to resist it last time. Maybe because I was a virgin. Now that I know how good sex feels I need it more than air. But Doc is perfectly content to laugh at me as he pushes his heavy, perfect dick deeper into my mouth. It still feels amazing, my lips growing more sensitive with every wet thrust, but it won’t make me come. I shove my hands between my legs and feel Bobby’s thick semen sliding out of me. But as soon as I stroke myself, fingers circle around my wrists pulling them away. Tears burst from my eyes. “Norrrghhh! Morgghh!”
Cackling, Doc taps my forehead. “How much do you want to get railed, Tesorina? What would you give me for it?”
Anything, I try to say, but it comes out all wrong. My cunt is swollen, burning, so, so empty. I need dick. I need sex. All the words that I find so hard to say in real life would come easily now, but I can’t talk because Doc’s in my face. He reaches down and gives my nipple a vicious pinch. “That’s it you dumb slut, cry for me.”
I didn’t realize I was crying but as soon as he says it, I feel the tears running down my cheeks like the cum running from my pussy. I feel broken, helpless, pathetic, and yet…
I love it.
I love the names. The indignity. The pain. Orchard is taking me higher but that’s not the only thing. Under and through this humiliation is an excitement that’s ecstasy. Every Christmas morning and every birthday and every unexpected sunrise in one. And as Doc grins down at me, I can see he knows it too.
This is who I am. A girl who loves being treated this way. Who likes sex, depraved, unhinged, ugly sex. And knowing that is like having a bird flying free in my soul.
Thank you, I think and maybe I’m crazy but in Doc’s cornflower blue eyes I see a response.I love you, you big-titted nightmare. Like nothing else on earth.
“Out of the way, Valente.”
The bed tips and I see Eli climbing toward me, gloriously, perfectly naked. He’s hard as a spike, his shaft dark with blood. A tremor goes through me. It’s a weapon. The only one I need.
He snaps a finger at Doc. “Move.”
To my surprise, Doc obeys. I flex my aching jaw for a second, but then Eli grasps my hips, flipping me onto my knees. He tears away the last of my dress, exposing me entirely.
“You want sex?” Eli asks in a cold controlled voice.
“Yes, Sir. Yes, master. Yes, Daddy,” I babble, needing to give Eli what he wants so I can get what I want.
Eli slaps my ass and I gasp. The Orchard is whirring at full speed through me, making even the uncomfortable gorgeous. He spanks me again and my flower contracts.
“Please,” I beg. “I’ll be a good girl. I’ll do whatever you want, please justfuck me.”
Eli pauses. “Say that again.”
“Fuck me,” I wail, feeling zero shame about the bad word. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me like a whore. Fuck me like the dirty little girl I am. I need your cock, Daddy, I need you to fill me up and make my slutty pussy feel better.”
A shocked silence, then Adriano makes a choking sound.
“Jesus H Christ,” Bobby says under his breath as Doc laughs aloud. I turn and see genuine shock and delight on Eli’s face. We smile at each other, and all pretense breaks open. Then his face hardens once more. “Whatever my little whore desires. Adriano, lube.”
Adriano tosses him a small plastic bottle. As Eli applies it to himself, I shake my hips back and forth with anticipation. I don’t know why he needs it, I’m soaking, and Bobby is still very much…there. But when Eli grabs a handful of my hair and presses into me, I understand. His thick head isn’t penetrating my flower, it’s pushing into my asshole.
“Oh my gosh,” I pant. “Yes, Daddy.”
Eli growls as he slides into me, the tingling, stretching sweetness, so good I whine like an animal, bending my spine and presenting myself to him. We were made to fit together. My flower still feels empty but being full back there makes it okay. Good even. As Eli fucks my asshole, I rub back against him and the stimulation spreads into my clit.
“Christ, you’re filthy, January Whitehall,” Doc says from across the bed. “I never met a girl who liked getting done in the ass so much and I’ve met about ten thousand hookers.”
I push my face into the mattress to conceal my shame. That’s another thing I had to learn about myself. That I like anal sex. That I can come from it. That I am a girl who likes cooking and Disney movies and getting used by the men I love.
“Hold still,” Eli says, pulling on my hair. “Your needy little cunt will be full soon enough.”
Before I can question that, Eli turns us over. Now he’s beneath me, his cock settled deep in my ass. I look at the end of the bed and see Adriano staring down at me, naked and scarred. A thrill of terror goes through me.
I love Adriano but unsmiling in the dimly lit bedroom, his massive cock in his hand, he looks like an axe murderer. Like the creepy janitor who used to stalk my ballet class. I pull in a breath, squirming back on Eli’s cock. Somehow under Adriano’s judgmental green gaze, I feel more genuinely disgusting than all of Doc’s insults have managed.
Adriano seems to know it too, his mouth pulling to the side to expose his gold tooth.
“Hello, Pryntsesa,” he says, in the low tone that used to scare me senseless. “You need a fuck?”
