“That’s good,” he says. “Because I’ve got an extra special present for you. A bonus for being a good slut, because good sluts always want more, Cass, and I know that. A good slut always likes to be pushed to her limits.”
No. It can’t be. Not so soon. But it is. I know what my present is before he tells me.
“Let’s welcome guy number two.”
I’m so shocked that I don’t know what to do. Just a few seconds ago I was proud of myself, and relieved, and, and… fuck, I don’t even know anymore. I wish I hadn’t glugged back quite so much De Chante, because my head is trashed and I can’t think straight. Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe a clear head and rational sense might be the last thing I need.
Ant gets up and leaves the room and this time it feels about half a second tops until he comes back with a different man following him. Ant’s scowl shows how pissed off he is that I’m sitting up with my legs closed.
“Get down where you fucking belong!” he barks, and my body responds quicker than my mind, dropping myself back into position on the mattress.
I can still feel the cum dribbling from me. My pussy and ass both feel like they’ve well and truly taken their fill, but it looks they’re going to have to take a lot more. The man who follows Ant in is massive.
He looks like a biker you’d meet at a motorcycle club, wearing torn denim and a band t-shirt. He’s not small in any sense, just one huge guy with a long, rough beard and hair. Part of me wants to cry at feeling this cheap and keeping my pussy on show for another guy straight off, but I can’t let it win. I need to do this for Ant. He’s giving me what I want, and I’ve told him I’ll give him the same in return. I should trust him that I’ll like it. I do trust him.
“The slut’s been fucked nice and hard already,” Ant tells the guy. “But look at her, she’s desperate to take another round.”
I’m not ready, and certainly not desperate, but I don’t say a word, just paste on the kind of smile Ant wants to see.
“Hey, girl,” the guy says with a nod.
He doesn’t bother getting undressed before he’s down beside me, just tugs his pants down partway. He looks even bigger up close, and it gives me a shiver. His fingers are huge and thick when they trail across my wet tits, and I don’t know how many of them I’ll be able to take.
“Look at her slick, wet cunt,” Ant says, with a sneer. “The bitch is already dripping.”
“Hell, yeah she is,” the guy replies, and shoves two of his thick fingers into my pussy. “Want another dick in there?”
Ant answers before I can.
“Yes, of course she does, the slut always wants dick.”
His tone should make me feel sick, he’s being so filthy, but I’m getting used to it. I make sure I spread my legs a little wider to show the guy that my pussy wants more. He pushes a third finger inside and I’m a squelching mess, glad I’m lying flat on my back so I don’t have to see the state of me.
The stranger lets out a grunt. “Fuck, that’s wet. Wanna be filled up with a fresh load of cum?”
I smile, wrestling the reservations to the back of my head. I only hope his dick isn’t as big as the rest of him. Luckily, it isn’t. He drops his pants further with his t-shirt still on, and his cock is big, but it’s not a monster. My grin must look like I’m a horny bitch, but it’s really a smile of relief.
“Yes, please,” I tell him. “I want your dick in me… I want your cum in my pussy…”
“Cunt,” Ant says. “You want his cum in your cunt. Get it fucking right, you dirty bitch.”
His tone is so condescending, but his eyes are so dark and horny, they drive me insane.
“I want your cum in my cunt, please…” I tell the guy. “Fuck my cunt. Fill me up.”
It’s becoming way more natural than I thought it would be to speak like this.
Biker guy wrestles me easily, holding my arms above my head and pinning me down like a monster truck. There’s no warm up, and no niceties, nothing but a big, sweaty guy slamming his cock into my pussy while he’s still half dressed. I move as well as I can under the weight of him, trying to get my pleasure in his movements, telling myself that I want it. I want to be fucked by a big, sweaty biker.
I wrap my legs around him as high up as they will go.