I shake my head rapidly.
He pumps his hand up and down his shaft and I watch a glassy bead appear at the head. “Too bad, bitch. You’ve teased me with your big tits and tight ass long enough.”
His free hand reaches for me, tracing a line down my soaking pussy. I whimper, my asshole pulling tight around Eli.
Adriano circles my clit with lazy, workworn fingers. “You think you’re too sweet for me, huh? Too rich?”
Not at all, but much like Bobby wanting to be mean, this is a dark fantasy Adriano has. He wants me to treat him like a monster. To act like the only way he could be with me is by force. Only we usually play this game alone. Now I’m so aware of Doc behind me, Eli beneath me, Bobby watching from the corner of the bed.
The Orchard pulses inside me, making me braver. Letting me say what Adriano needs me to say. “You’re so ugly. You’re ugly and mean and disgusting. I don’t want to be with someone like you. Please just…leave me alone.”
He laughs, the sound so cold it sends another shudder through me. He moves closer, a shadow falling across my naked, spread-wide body.
“I’m going to tear you open,” he promises, kneeling between my legs. “I’ll break you into a thousand pieces and scatter them to the wind.”
“No,” I beg when what I mean isyes, yes, yes.
“You’ve already got a dick in your asshole,” Adriano says, his electric green eyes boring into mine. “You’re not a person. You’re nothing but a pretty face and three holes for men to fill with their cocks.”
I pulse as he pushes inside me, my soaking pussy accepting his giant cock without question. “Stop! I mean it, I can’t have someone like you inside me!”
“Too late,” Adriano snarls, seating himself deeper. “I’m gonna make you cream all over me, bitch. You’ll come begging for me to fuck you harder.”
I’ve done this before. Two men. But it’s always been Doc and Bobby or Bobby and Eli. Never Adriano. Not with his huge, impossibly thick penis. Maybe Adriano’s worried too because he stops about halfway. Not moving. Not saying anything.
“Holy shit,” Bobby mutters. “That’s so fucking hot.”
I moan my agreement; it feels so good to be trapped between them. I start to writhe, the most minuscule movements filling me with that orgasmic perma-bliss. I could do this forever. Iwilldo this forever.
“Why’s she moaning like that?” Eli pants.
“She’s fried,” Doc says, somewhere to my left. “Totally dick crazy. Keep going, Adri. Ram her wide.”
But Adriano’s eyes are closed, his face tight with worry.
“Adriano,” Eli barks. “Fuck her cunt. Now.”
“But—”
“She needs it,” Eli and Doc say at once and I moan incoherently, hoping he believes them.
He must, because he begins to stroke inside me, filling my overheated brain with pleasure.
“Good,” Eli snarls. He lifts my hips and surges upward, both of them fucking me at once. Time seems to slow, as they slide back and forth, I gasp, moan, grip sheets and hair, drip arousal, and come again and again. My whole body is slick, my mind accelerated into some other place. I obey all orders given to me, begging for Eli’s cum as he pounds my asshole, pleading for my life as Adriano presses a hand to my throat. I bask in the gaze of Doc and Bobby, their insults, and their praise. I feel like I’m on stage. The lead actress in the dirtiest off-Broadway show on earth.
Eli grips my hips as he finishes, his teeth in my neck, fucking me faster and faster.
“I’m filling your ass,” he says with a groan. “You can feel it, can’t you,bella?”
“Uh-huh,” I lie, more concerned with Adriano petting my clit as he slowly moves inside me. As soon as Eli’s gone, Adriano flips me on top of him, his hands tight on my breasts. “Fuck yourself on me, little slut. Ride my cock like it’s all you’re good for.”
I obey, rocking my hips and bouncing as hard and fast as I can. It’s not enough, soon Adriano’s lifting me and pushing me back onto him, using me like his personal fuck-doll. His face goes tight, twisting as he empties himself inside me.
“Good girl,” he pants.
I tumble off him, feeling like a discarded gymnast and I’ve barely settled into the mattress, cum leaking down my thighs when a new man climbs onto me.
“Hi, Tits.” Doc shoves into me, as though trying to keep every drop of cum from spilling out. His face is hard with lust and as my overstimulated body goes into overdrive, he slaps my right breast. I gasp, the sensation like cold water splashing over me. I grip his shoulders, his wiry muscles flexing like guitar strings beneath my fingers. “Again.”
