Protecting Dallas

I lost track of how many times they took me. I was fucked on the bed, on the floor, even standing up against the wall. Austin clapped his hand over my mouth while Maddox screwed me over the arm of some vintage loveseat… only to have them switch places, and start all over again.

Out of everything we did however, the balcony was my favorite.

It was late — very late — by the time they dragged me outside and bent me over the wrought-iron railing. The air was cool, the sights and smells of the city finally died down. The crowds of the main square had all but dispersed, except for a few drunken stragglers wandering down sidestreets like ours.

It was as daring as it was fun, screwing outside in plain sight. Standing there with my face-paint all smeared, my tattered fishnets hanging down my legs as they took turns stuffing me from behind.

God, Dallas! Look at you!

My body was shaking from all the adrenaline. My garters and panties were long since gone. My hands had been bound to the railing with beads again, only by now most of them were snapped or broken.

Just imagine this, I thought to myself.

Every. Single. Day.

Yes, every day... just like this. Only even more, because Kane would be there too. Satisfying the physical and emotional needs of three strapping Navy specialists seemed like a dream come true. Only it wasn’t a dream, and it might come true, and understanding these things all at once made me suddenly frightened.

The gushing orgasm I had on the balcony was much like the first, only this one drained me completely. I moaned like a whore, causing a trio of onlookers to glance up from the alley. What we were doing was unmistakable, but our audience was too inebriated to care. Plus it was Mardi Gras. And also, three or four in the morning.

One by one my lovers finished inside me, thrusting so hard I thought I might finally go over. Instead I gripped the twisted iron railing and held on for dear life, my grip so tight I was sure I’d bend the bars.

Then we were crashing against the bed. Falling exhaustedly into the blankets and soft down comforter.

Sleep took me before my cheek could even find the pillow.

I woke up face-down in the semi-darkness of impending dawn, to the sensation of a hard cock pushing its way slowly inside me. From this angle I didn’t know if it was Maddox or Austin. Not that it mattered. I spread my legs willingly, letting out a groggy, satisfied groan as I was filled easily from behind.

“MMMMmmmm…”

Everything was so wet. So warm and snug and comfy. The lover behind me was pressed tightly against my back, skin to skin, crushing me hard into the softness of the bed. I could feel my pussy gushing around him. Dripping with sex.

I still want it.

It was more than obvious by the way my body reacted. As dog-tired as I was, everything still tingled. My nipples went hard.

God, I still need it.

“Spread for me,” a voice growled. “Wider.”

I still couldn’t tell who it was, and that part was most exciting of all. The anonymity of getting fucked like this… of pretending it could even be a total stranger. Someone I didn’t even know, ravaging me, just taking advantage of my warm, sleep-deprived body.

A pair of lips nibbled my ear. An arm slipped around my belly, arcing my ass upward, adjusting the angle of penetration. My lover drove hims

elf home, all the way in, all the way out. It was slow. Lazy. Beautiful.

I whimpered softly, my head lolled to one side. My eyes had adjusted enough to make out the smooth, dusk-colored skin of the man next to me. Austin slumbered in peace, blissfully unaware of what was going on just inches away from his half-covered body.

So it’s Maddox then. He’s the one inside me.

I wriggled my ass playfully, screwing it back into him. It felt so good I was practically purring. He kept grinding away, rolling whenever his hard body bottomed out against my soft, supple ass. He was close to coming. Close to adding yet another load inside me, mixing in with the others. Mixing with my own hot juices, and even—

Suddenly he left me. I waited for him to thrust back in, or in lieu of that, the warm feel of his come shooting all over my naked back. Instead, I was treated to a much different shock:

He was pressing the very tip of his cock against my slick, puckered asshole.

I gasped, my eyes going wide in surprise. It was just the tip. Just enough to penetrate me the tiniest bit. My mouth opened halfway…

… and then suddenly he was coming.