“I need to taste this pussy.” There’s barely time to register Ranger’s statement before his tongue is on me, and oh, my god, I didn’t know it could feel like that. Now I understand how much I’ve missed out on. Why girls actually want guys to go down on them. I wish I could spread my legs wider, but they’re wide enough for Ranger to wedge his head between them and eat me like he’s starving.
I moan around Arden’s fingers, which he withdraws in favor of pulling out his dick. “Suck it good,” he mutters before shoving himself past my lips. This time I’m better prepared, but my focus is split between what Ranger is doing to me and how to manage the enormous cock filling my mouth.
Soon the only sounds in the air are our rapid breathing. Arden’s groans of approval and my muffled moans as Ranger assaults me with his tongue. I jerk my hips as much as I can, and I feel him laughing against me. The vibrations rumble through me, adding to what’s already looking like it’s going to end up in an explosion.
“You’re gonna make her come,” Arden observes. He looks down at me, our eyes meeting. “Is that right? Are you gonna come?” All I can do is whimper because, yes, I am, while strapped to this table and being used by these two men. With a cock in my mouth and a tongue buried in my pussy.
The thought of that-how I’m being used, how dirty this is—pushes me over the edge.
My back arches before I scream out my release. Arden pulls out, and good thing because I’m out of control. Writhing, almost thrashing against my restraints while Ranger continues licking, lapping at the juices flowing freely from my quivering hole. It goes on and on, and for a second, I think I’m broken, that there’s something wrong with me. I’ve never come like this before. It’s enough to almost bring me to tears before it finally subsides. Before Ranger pulls back, the stubble on his cheeks scraping against my inner thighs as he lifts his head.
I open my eyes in time to look down and find him running a hand over my slit, using the wetness to lube his shaft. He stands on one side of me, Arden on the other, and I watch their fists fly up and down their shafts. They’re jerking off to me. Looking at me and pleasuring themselves. It’s enough to turn me on again, even though I’m still coming down from my orgasm.
My breath catches in surprise when Arden shoots cum across my stomach. Ranger follows maybe a second later, the first spurt splashing across my chest. “Fuck,” he groans, eyes closing, head tipping back as he and his friend empty themselves on me. My skin glistens in the overhead light when they’re finished covering me.
Arden recovers first, his breathing still heavy as he releases the wrist restraints. “Eat it.”
My eyes widen, and I’m right back where I was before: confused and apprehensive. “What?”
“Eat my cum.” When I don’t move fast enough, he grabs my wrist and places my hand on my stomach. “Put it in your mouth.”
“Clean yourself up,” Ranger grunts, snickering at the disgust I can’t contain. “Come on, slut. Show us how much you love it. Fill yourself up.”
There I was, thinking they couldn’t humiliate me anymore. I scoop up what I can and do everything in my power to keep from gagging as I shove my fingers into my mouth before I chicken out. I swallow quickly before doing it again. The faster I get it done, the faster it’ll be over.
“Make sure you get all of it.” I do my best, and finally, Ranger strokes my hair. “Good girl. A little slut knows how to please her masters.”
Arden unfastens my ankles. “Go clean yourself up.” I sit up, dazed and a bit lightheaded. Somehow, I manage to make it to the bathroom without falling over. I close the door—at least they didn’t tell me to keep it open.
That was more intense than I could have imagined. I reflect on it as I wet a hand towel, then wipe between my legs. I rinse it well, then do the same with my stomach and chest.
Finally, I meet my gaze in the mirror. Eye makeup running, lipstick smeared all over. Who am I? Especially considering the disappointment tugging at the edges of my mind. I should be glad it’s over, but I’m a little disappointed. I expected more than that. But money is money, right?
When I leave the bathroom, I expect to see the two of them dressed and ready to leave.
Instead, the opposite is true. They’ve both stripped down to their shorts, and when I open the door, they turn toward me, wearing hungry expressions.
“Let’s continue,” Arden growls.
I have to bite my lip to hide a smile.