Already sore, I wondered if I could. I wondered if they’d even give me a choice.
Unlikely.
The bullet buzzed lightly between my legs, endlessly teasing me, keeping my pleasure moments away from completion. I squirmed a little, delighting in the dirty feeling of enjoying cum dripping down my body.
Dex snapped his fingers and Robo moved me, requiring me to bend my legs as it brought my knees to my chest. I shivered as it forced me into position, obscenely presenting my pussy to him. My knees were spread so wide, I could feel the chilly air waft between my ass cheeks and I blushed in embarrassment.
Dex stood behind my head and he slid his hand up my shoulder and around my throat, tightening just enough to make me hyper aware of his presence. Gently, he squeezed, before letting go and walking around me, taking Talor’s place between my legs.
Staring at my freshly fucked cunt, he just sat there and smirked and I couldn’t help it as I clenched in response to his scrutiny.
“Such a filthy human. Dirty little slut,” he mused.
I mewled in shame and desire.
“Do you want me to fuck you too? Slide my cock into your pussy where another man’s cum has already marked you?” he asked.
I sighed with nervous anticipation.
“You want all of us to paint your body with our seed, don’t you?” Dex questioned further and I shivered at the implications of it.
It all felt so filthy, dirty, and wrong, but I was too aroused to convince myself I shouldn’t want it. My body was humming with pleasure and when Dex was promising more of it, how could I say no?
He touched the back of my thigh, drifting upward till he was grazing over the cleft of my ass. He gently removed the bullet with his other hand and passed it to Talor, before he turned back to me, his jaw set in a firm line.
“I’d even bet you’d like it if we fucked you here,” he said, while he lightly tapped over top of my asshole.
My eyes grew wide with embarrassment. He wouldn’t really take me there, would he? He couldn’t. It was far too filthy a thought. So why then was my pussy throbbing even harder at his mention of it?
“No. Please, don’t,” I begged.
“Don’t you lie to me, woman,” he scolded, as he took my pussy in his left hand. He gripped it hard, his palm plying my clit, his fingers teasing at my entrance.
“No,” I whined.
He slapped my pussy. Hard.
I shrieked out of shock, the sting radiating across my slick folds, but then something unexpected happened. The pain quickly molded into something more pleasurable, making my clit throb even harder against his palm.
He watched me closely.
And spanked my pussy again.
This time, I didn’t make a sound other than a quiet gasp. I knew what to expect this time and I relished the sting as it spread across my sensitive skin.
I welcomed it even.
He slapped my pussy a few more times before returning his attentions to my asshole.
I squirmed and the way Dex’s hand flittered back over my pussy made me pause. He gathered the wetness between my legs on his fingers and spread it over my bottom hole, gradually pushing harder and harder against my tight rim.
I struggled to stay still and whined as his finger breached into my back channel, the feeling foreign and slightly painful, yet strangely hypnotizing.
He pushed deeper, and I shut my eyes, focusing on the sensation of his touch in the last place I’d ever have expected it.
“Bad girls get fucked here,” he whispered, and I shivered with arousal.
It sounded so wrong, like I should be ashamed of myself for even thinking about what it would feel like. If it would turn me on, if I could come from such a filthy act.