Page 41 of Sicko

“Touch your toes.”

I stand to my feet, sensing both men towering over me. “Make me.”

Hands clench around my cheeks roughly, shoving my face to his. Main guy again. The dude has issues, clearly, and it just so happens that I want to work them out. “You probably shouldn’t push limits with a man who doesn’t have any.”

My heart races, my thighs clenching. “Neither. Do. I.”

He shoves me forward until I crash into the wall, smacking my face against it. His hand is at the back of my neck, squeezing so tight I need to curl backward before a muscle pops out. He runs his other hand down the curve of my spine before cupping my pussy from behind. “Gonna fuck you while I think of someone else.”

“Funny.” I run my tongue over my swollen lip, wincing slightly when I feel the fresh cut and tang of metal touch the tip of my tongue. “Same.”

Directing my head forward, he bends me over until I’m touching the straps of my heels. I wait a couple of seconds before I feel a tongue tracing up my inner thigh from the back. He pulls me backward farther, until the other guy is in front of me, his fingers twisting in my hair as he tears out what’s left of my ties and pulls me into his crotch. He grips his cock with one hand and before I can see, he slaps me across the cheek with a heavy slap. My thighs clench, sticking together from my dampness.

“That got you all wet, huh?” main guy says from behind, his finger sinking between my folds. “You might last the night after all.” Sucking the guy in front of me into my mouth, the other one extracts his finger and I wait (im)patiently for him to suck on my clit again. Warmth flicks over my anal entrance and I freeze my movements. Unsure how I feel about him tonguing my asshole.

“Do I need to beat you into submission?” he asks, continuing with the same tormenting flick of his tongue. His fingers dig into my hips as his tongue finally dives into my ass. The sensation is not something I’m sure I like, or hate, and I don’t know why he’s doing it and why he doesn’t just fuck me there. He must stand to his feet because a loud slap vibrates over my ass cheek, stinging me instantly. It feels good, so fucking good, but I need more.

More pain.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks, and I cry out when he slaps me again, in the same place. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

Another slap. “And you want my friend here to take you too?”

Another slap, this time I could swear I feel my skin split open. “Yes!” I scream, sweat trickling down my temple.

“Good,” he says, with another slap, but this time over my pussy. I throb instantly, releasing drips of cum down my thigh. “Because there’s no safe word in here.” He rubs me over my cleft, massaging softly as I feel the tip of his cock push against my entrance. In the midst of the chaos, he obviously put on a condom. Gripping my hips, he thrusts into me instantly, tearing me wide open to accommodate his girth.

“So fucking tight.” He pulls out, runs his damp cock all over my pussy and crack of my ass, before diving back in and pumping me in rhythm. Unable to offer myself the release I ache to feel, I pull the other guy in closer, swallowing him whole while the main guy hammers me from behind. Deep, hard thrusts with enough force to hit the edge of my cervix.

He pulls out again and I suck the tip off of the other guy. The sound of him spitting is the only thing I hear before saliva slips down the crack of my ass with his finger following its trail. The tip of his cock pushes against the entrance of my ass and I tense slightly, afraid of the sheer size of him and the teeny gap of my hole.

He slaps me hard across the ass with one hand and bundles up my hair with his other. “Relax.” When I don’t, he tugs on my hair and my neck stretches backward, making it hard to swallow the cum that’s sliding down my throat. “Fucking relax.” My muscles release around his size as he inches further and further inside of me. I’ve done anal. A lot. James loves anal almost as much as he loves sex, and I don’t mean just with his cock, so taking it isn’t a problem—usually, but this man is big. I don’t even know his name. Once he’s buried deep in my ass, he pulls out, lifts me around the waist and turns me around to face him again. The way he handles me is alarming, as if I weigh almost nothing. Sucking my nipple into his mouth, he enters me as the guy behind me presses the tip of his now condom-clad cock against the entry of my ass.


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