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Part 3
the room still smells like sex and too many mouths.
i’m on my back now, legs shoved wide, plug still buried deep in my ass keeping everything warm and full. cum is cooling on my stomach, my tits, streaking down my inner thighs like war paint. i can’t stop trembling—aftershocks that won’t quit.
thought it was over.
thought the last one who whispered “you’re fucking perfect like this” and pulled out slow would be the end.
then i hear it: footsteps again.
not one set.
multiple. circling.
someone grabs my wrists, pulls them above my head, pins them to the floor with one strong hand. another set of hands—smaller, feminine—spreads my knees even wider, hooks under them, holds me open like i’m on display. a third person kneels between my legs. i feel long hair brush my thighs first, then hot breath, then a tongue that dives straight for my oversensitive clit without mercy. licking through the mess, tasting everyone who’s already been inside me.
i arch, try to close my legs on instinct. can’t. they’re held firm.
“stay still, baby,” a voice murmurs—low, feminine, amused. “we’re not finished collecting.”
the tongue doesn’t stop. circles, flicks, sucks until i’m bucking despite the hold. then fingers—two, three—slide into my cunt alongside the licking, curling against that spot that makes my vision spark even in total black. at the same time the plug in my ass gets twisted, tugged halfway out, pushed back in, fucked with slow deliberate strokes.
someone else leans over my face. soft tits brush my cheek, then a nipple pressed to my lips. i open, suck, greedy. another mouth finds my neck, biting, licking the salt off my skin. hands everywhere again—pinching, stroking, smearing the cum higher up my body like they’re marking territory.
then the shift.
the woman between my legs pulls back just long enough to replace her mouth with something thicker—a strap, slick and ridged, pushing in alongside the fingers still buried there. double-stuffed in my cunt now, stretching me stupid while the plug keeps working my ass in rhythm.
i’m loud. can’t help it. moaning into the tit in my mouth, crying out when someone slaps my clit light but sharp, over and over, syncing with the thrusts.
a new cock brushes my lips—hot, leaking, salty from earlier. i take it deep, choking a little, drooling around it while the strap in my pussy picks up speed. the plug gets yanked out completely—cold air, then immediate replacement: a tongue again, rimming me wide open, pushing inside while fingers take over plunging my ass.
it’s too much.
too many points of contact.
too many strangers who know exactly how to break me.
i come like i’m being electrocuted—whole body seizing, squirting around the strap, clenching so hard on everything inside me that someone groans like they’re the one coming. the cock in my mouth pulses, spills down my throat while i’m still shaking.
they don’t stop.
just slow it down. gentler now, almost tender. licking me clean again, kissing the mess off my skin, fingers tracing lazy circles over my ruined holes.
someone finally speaks, voice soft in the dark, right against my ear:
“you’re ours tonight. all night. rest a minute… then we start again.”
i don’t even try to move.
just lie there leaking, plugged again (bigger this time?), chest heaving, smiling like an idiot into the nothing.
ruined twice over.
still begging silently for chapter three.
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you’re flat on your back, completely bare, eyes glued to mine because i said don’t you fucking dare look away
legs shoved open exactly how i like them, already shaking and i haven’t even started
haven’t really touched you yet, just dragging lazy circles around your hips, across your stomach, down the softest part of your inner thighs, always stopping short, always pulling back
you were so sure i’d dive in,
that i’d bury my face between your legs and devour you like i’ve been starving for weeks
and maybe i will. eventually.
but not tonight. not right now
right now i want to watch you unravel from nothing but denial
want to see how wrecked your body gets when all you get is the promise of my mouth
want to see how wet you can get just from hearing what i could do to you
so i stay close enough that you can feel my breath ghosting right over your clit and i talk
slow. low. deliberate.
telling you how you look from down here
how swollen you are, how your lips are all puffy and shining already
how your little hole keeps clenching around nothing every time i almost brush it
how fucking pretty your desperate pussy is when it’s begging for someone who won’t give it mercy
i don’t even have to touch you to know how bad you need it
your hips keep twitching up like they’re trying to chase my mouth
your fingers are white-knuckling the sheets every time i lean in and then pull back at the last second
i blow one soft, cool breath across you and your whole body jerks like you just came
i don’t react. just raise an eyebrow and murmur
“already making such a mess and i haven’t even done anything, baby”
you nod. eyes huge. lips parted. already half gone and i haven’t given you shit
i press my thumb just above your clit, barely any pressure, and feel the way you throb under it
then i drag that thumb through your slick and bring it to my tongue
let you watch me taste how wrecked you are without ever letting you have more
“you don’t get to come until i say,” i tell you, voice velvet and mean
your breath snags because you’re already riding that razor edge and we both know it’s not fair
still i don’t touch you properly
just stay knelt between your thighs, staring
watching every tiny twitch, every helpless roll of your hips
i’m soaked too but you don’t get to know that yet
i tilt my head, voice dropping softer, sweeter, crueler
“are you really gonna fall apart just from me almost touching you?”
yeah.
yeah you are.
and i’m gonna make you do it so fucking slowly.
