I don’t need to scream out loud for the room to know I’m enjoying it, but Ant doesn’t give a shit about that.
“Come on, you filthy fucking slut,” he pushes. “Scream all you fucking need to, just make sure you let them know you’re fucking grateful.”
It’s him who shoves me forward and offers my ass to the crowd.
Someone spreads my ass and spits on me, pushing two fingers inside, and that’s enough to make me whimper.
I feel distant and far away as Ant crouches next to me, with his mouth against my ear.
“Come on, baby, be good and scream for the guys. Do it!”
The guy underneath me bucks up faster, and he really is big. It hurts…
“Cry out like you fucking mean it,” Ant whispers. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t you enjoying this? Because if not, you need to fucking say so. If you don’t want what I want, you need to be fucking honest about it.”
I feel so weak, because I don’t want to deny him. I brace myself as the fingers are pulled from my ass and the head of a dick lines up to double fuck me. My pussy is already straining against the force of a big cock filling me up, and my ass burns and hurts and makes me whimper, and it’s crazy fast… crazy.
Still, I don’t want to disappoint Ant. My fiancé. I make sure I beg nice and loud, even though I’m cringing inside.
“Hard, yes… please. Fuck me!”
It feels shit to hear my voice so loud in the room, and I only hope, pray, that Gerwyn won’t hear me. My mouth is dry. My heart is racing.
“That’s a bit better,” Ant laughs a dirty laugh, like I was a toy on bargain sale who was under performing.
My wrist is still wrapped, my tattoo fresh under the film, and somehow, in some weird way, I know this is going to taint the memory. It won’t just be a symbol of Ant’s gift to me that’s etched onto my skin. It will be a symbol of offering myself up to a crowd of guys wanting to use me until I’m a gaping wet mess.
Maybe the situation wouldn’t be quite so obvious to me if there wasn’t a friend of mine down the landing…
“Don’t you worry, baby,” Ant says. “I told everyone you like your cunt opened up wide, because that’s what you like, isn’t it, slut?”
I know what he wants me to say, but I can’t say it.
“Fine,” he says. “Honestly, guys. Fuck her like the filthy bitch she wants to be. She’s being a bad girl this evening, trying to test you out.”
Fine, he said. I hope so…
I arch my back, trying to resign myself to the force as quickly as I can. The hornier I can get these guys, and the faster I can give them what they want from me… the sooner this game will be over.
I open my mouth for cock, and someone gives it to me.
I offer my hand, despite my wrist being tattoo fresh, and someone works it around their dick.
I figure I can take it, whatever they want to give me, until the guy using my pussy tries to work his fingers inside me along with his cock.
“That’s it,” Ant encourages him. “Stretch that slut cunt. Maybe she’ll squeal nice and loud then.”
No. I whimper around the cock in my mouth, and try to close my thighs.
“Open your fucking legs!” Ant barks and I hate the way he laughs his sneery laugh to follow it up. “Believe me, this is just the beginning. You’ll be taking a whole lot bigger than this tonight.”
I force my thighs apart again but they’re shaking.
I retch on the dick in my throat, pussy still splayed, and it’s more obvious than ever what’s happening in here. This isn’t a game played on the whim, with people who want me. These guys know what they’re going to do before they step foot over the threshold. They know what they’re going to do to me and what I’m going to take from them.
“Scream it out, baby,” Ant tells me. “Let the world know how much of a sweet, dirty slut you truly are.”
He’s off again, with the same mantra, wanting me to beg and squeal and scream.
It’s not the world he wants to let know though. It’s Gerwyn. His best friend. My friend. And no. NO. I’m not going to cry out. I’m not going to scream that I’m a slut. I’m not having Gerwyn hear me.
My tits get slapped. My throat gets fucked, and I’m choking harder, but I don’t cry out. I won’t scream the house down. No matter how much it hurts, or how much drink I’ve had, or how hard I need to convince them I’m the slut Ant wants me to be.