Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
When he was spent, he stayed buried inside me, both of us shuddering. The Skull pulled his hard, wet cock from my mouth with a pop. The Stag refused to pull his softening length from my pussy, his thickness keeping his release trapped deep within my well-fucked cunt.
When The Stag finally did pull out, a trickle of his cum escaped down my thigh. I was pulled away from the back of the couch, walked to the other side, and stood there with my leggings and panties tugging around my ankles as I stared at the three masked intruders.
The Skull stepped forward and wrapped his hand around my throat, his grip firm and unyielding.
“One down,” he said in that deep, muffled voice of his. “On your knees. And suck my cock like your life depends on it.”
5
The Skull’s hand fisted in my hair, a brutal anchor in the sea of my unraveling. His cock, still slick with my saliva and his pre-cum, pressed against my lips as he thrust gently forward. A tease and a taunt.
“Clean me up, you pretty little slut,” he commanded, his voice a gravelly promise of more. “Then you can really taste what you’re doing to me.” He yanked on my hair, and I gasped, my mouth opening enough he could shove his enormous cock fully between my lips.
The fleshy taste of him filled my mouth, a salty, very male reminder of what I was doing to these men.
“That’s it. Take it to the back of your throat and gag.”
I licked and sucked, my tongue tracing the thick vein underneath, their obedient little whore performing her duty to get them off. The degradation should have hollowed me out, made me cry and beg for them to stop… made me fight them off. Instead, it filled me with a perverse pride.
I’m doing this. I’m making these powerful men lose control.
I started sucking, licking, gagging, tears streaming down my cheeks. I could hardly breathe, my heart racing, my adrenaline and fear comingling until I didn’t know where one started and the other ended.
Before I could finish, and when I knew The Skull was close to shooting his load down my throat, he grabbed my arms and hauled me off my knees. He tossed me backwards onto the threadbare rug and spread me wide.
My head spun, the world a tilting carousel of masked faces and big male bodies shrouded in black surrounding me.
The Stag’s cum still seeped from my sensitive and sore pussy, a warm, sticky trail down my slit and along the crease of my ass.
The Skull was the one to step closer. He loomed over me, his bony mask a horrifying moon of shapes and shadows. “My turn again.” He dropped between my splayed legs, his hands hooking under my knees and pushing them toward my shoulders, bending me impossibly, spreading me obscenely. The position slightly lifted my ass up like an offering. Pressure built in my spine, exposing my asshole and my swollen, dripping pussy to the fire’s heat and these three stalkers.
The Skull didn’t dive in right away. He just… watched. Stared. Even with his mask, I could feel his gaze hidden behind its empty sockets. It felt like a physical weight on my most intimate flesh. I squirmed, a flush of hot shame washing over me.
Why wasn’t I fighting? Why isn’t he touching me?
“Look at this mess.” The Skull chuckled, the sound dark and amused. I stared at his big, thick hands covered in tattoos. He ran a single finger through the sticky wetness dripping out of my little pussy hole, then smeared it around my inner thighs, painting me with the cum The Stag filled me with.
I pushed up on my elbows and watched him. He held up a finger, glossy with semen and catching the firelight. He brought it to the lower half of his mask, used his other hand to push it up enough I could see his full lips and tattoos covering both sides of his neck, and sucked the pad of that finger between his lips. He made a low, appreciative hum when he was done cleaning off the digit. “Fuck, that’s good. You taste even better with another man’s load on you, you filthy girl.”
The praise wrapped in such vile filth sent an erotic tremor through me. My pussy clenched around nothing. I was aching. Empty. All three men laughed, and this shame filled me, but for some strange reason, I wanted more of it.
Finally, when he lowered his mouth, my arms were jerked out from under me and pulled taut above my head. I gasped, muscles protesting, and saw The Black Mask wrapping garland around my wrists… and then another strand around my neck.
The garland was cold at first, its metallic thread brushing my throat as he drew it around me. I should’ve felt trapped. Instead, I felt like I was the center of their universe. The tree lights shone dimly along the walls and ceiling, their glow seeming to pulse in time with my heartbeat.