almost
entirely black with his need. I’d never seen him look so needy before. He let
go of my chin and slid his hand up to wipe away my tears, then fisted it in my
blonde hair—I used to dye it red, but he had a serious thing for blondes (hence Deep Dicking Donna ) so I went au naturel for him—so hard I thought he’d
rip some out. “You like me taking control when I fuck you?”
I tried to say,
“No,” even though it was a lie, but all that came out was a muffled, gurgling,
“Mmph.”
Alex drew his
hips back enough that I could suck in a gulp of air, but I couldn’t do anything
else before he thrust back into me deeper than before.
The thing that
Dustin had placed on my clit buzzed to life, and I screamed in surprise. Then
he straddled me, too, his strong thighs trapping mine beneath him and pressing
my legs closed. He dry humped me, and his cock pressed against the vibrator in
crazy ways, and in almost no time I was writhing beneath these two men from the
force of my orgasm.
“She doesn’t
just like this,” Alex said. “She fucking loves this.”
And I did. Oh my
god, I loved it.
Which was
insane.
Alex lowered my
arms and placed my hands on his thighs. “Hold on.”
His tone brooked
no argument, and there wasn’t much I could do anyway, so I held onto his thighs
for dear life while he fisted both hands in my hair and fucked my mouth and
throat harder than he’d ever fucked my sex. All the while, Dustin kept humping
over the vibe on my clit, and orgasm after orgasm washed over me like waves,
and all I could do was scream over the cock in my mouth and take it.
So I took it.
I even took it
when Alex shot his load deep down my throat, spurting and sputtering the salty,
sticky stuff into me like I’d never allowed him to do before. Hell, I even took
it when, after Alex moved off of me, Dustin slid up my body and shoved his cock
into my mouth and did the same. Yeah, I let my asshole coworker, who I hated with
no small amount of heat, dry hump me into oblivion and then cum in my mouth.
I took it, and I
loved it. Every. Last. Second. Of. It.
What can I say?
Apparently, I’m a slut.
Then Alex lay
down beside me and pulled my back up against his front. He reached his hand
down between my thighs and pressed against the clit vibe, and another orgasm
shot through me, leaving my limbs a boneless mess, and turning my mind to the
consistency of grape jelly.
What surprised
me though was that Dustin lay down on my other side in the bed. He put both
hands out between us and pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
That only
extended the orgasm.
When it finally
passed and I could think somewhat clearly, I asked him, “What about Carla?
Won’t she mind?” Of course, I should have asked What about what I want ?,
but that was neither here nor there since I’d already let the two of them do as
they would.
“You mean
Jenna?” Dustin twisted my nipples until they hurt. “She had an…appointment,
shall we say? She won’t care in the slightest what I’m doing with you. Not with
the screaming orgasms I arranged for her to have tonight.”
“Oh.” What else
was I supposed to say? Not that I could say anything at the moment, because Alex
had rolled me onto my back again and pulled my panties off, and he’d lifted my
ankles up all the way to my ears, and his cock was impaling my cunt while he
pressed the vibe onto my clit.
Dustin grinned
again, that same cocky grin from earlier, and he bent over to suckle my breast.
Or I thought he was going to suckle it—instead, he bit it.
And I screamed
with the beginning of what had to be my fifth orgasm of the night.
“What the hell?”
I glared at Chuck, the newest moron on the team of assholes I was cursed to
work with five days a week, seemingly for the rest of my life. “You were
supposed to have this to me last week, you idiot. It’s Friday, and you’re still
not done?”
“I’m sorry,
Marina, I’m trying my best.”
Trying
entirely black with his need. I’d never seen him look so needy before. He let
go of my chin and slid his hand up to wipe away my tears, then fisted it in my
blonde hair—I used to dye it red, but he had a serious thing for blondes (hence Deep Dicking Donna ) so I went au naturel for him—so hard I thought he’d
rip some out. “You like me taking control when I fuck you?”
I tried to say,
“No,” even though it was a lie, but all that came out was a muffled, gurgling,
“Mmph.”
Alex drew his
hips back enough that I could suck in a gulp of air, but I couldn’t do anything
else before he thrust back into me deeper than before.
The thing that
Dustin had placed on my clit buzzed to life, and I screamed in surprise. Then
he straddled me, too, his strong thighs trapping mine beneath him and pressing
my legs closed. He dry humped me, and his cock pressed against the vibrator in
crazy ways, and in almost no time I was writhing beneath these two men from the
force of my orgasm.
“She doesn’t
just like this,” Alex said. “She fucking loves this.”
And I did. Oh my
god, I loved it.
Which was
insane.
Alex lowered my
arms and placed my hands on his thighs. “Hold on.”
His tone brooked
no argument, and there wasn’t much I could do anyway, so I held onto his thighs
for dear life while he fisted both hands in my hair and fucked my mouth and
throat harder than he’d ever fucked my sex. All the while, Dustin kept humping
over the vibe on my clit, and orgasm after orgasm washed over me like waves,
and all I could do was scream over the cock in my mouth and take it.
So I took it.
I even took it
when Alex shot his load deep down my throat, spurting and sputtering the salty,
sticky stuff into me like I’d never allowed him to do before. Hell, I even took
it when, after Alex moved off of me, Dustin slid up my body and shoved his cock
into my mouth and did the same. Yeah, I let my asshole coworker, who I hated with
no small amount of heat, dry hump me into oblivion and then cum in my mouth.
I took it, and I
loved it. Every. Last. Second. Of. It.
What can I say?
Apparently, I’m a slut.
Then Alex lay
down beside me and pulled my back up against his front. He reached his hand
down between my thighs and pressed against the clit vibe, and another orgasm
shot through me, leaving my limbs a boneless mess, and turning my mind to the
consistency of grape jelly.
What surprised
me though was that Dustin lay down on my other side in the bed. He put both
hands out between us and pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
That only
extended the orgasm.
When it finally
passed and I could think somewhat clearly, I asked him, “What about Carla?
Won’t she mind?” Of course, I should have asked What about what I want ?,
but that was neither here nor there since I’d already let the two of them do as
they would.
“You mean
Jenna?” Dustin twisted my nipples until they hurt. “She had an…appointment,
shall we say? She won’t care in the slightest what I’m doing with you. Not with
the screaming orgasms I arranged for her to have tonight.”
“Oh.” What else
was I supposed to say? Not that I could say anything at the moment, because Alex
had rolled me onto my back again and pulled my panties off, and he’d lifted my
ankles up all the way to my ears, and his cock was impaling my cunt while he
pressed the vibe onto my clit.
Dustin grinned
again, that same cocky grin from earlier, and he bent over to suckle my breast.
Or I thought he was going to suckle it—instead, he bit it.
And I screamed
with the beginning of what had to be my fifth orgasm of the night.
“What the hell?”
I glared at Chuck, the newest moron on the team of assholes I was cursed to
work with five days a week, seemingly for the rest of my life. “You were
supposed to have this to me last week, you idiot. It’s Friday, and you’re still
not done?”
“I’m sorry,
Marina, I’m trying my best.”
Trying
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