Opulent Obsession – Breaking Belles

Another man’s hand was on my back, pushing me over so the man fucking my ass cheeks had better access.

The next second, a sharp smack had me stumbling forward. The man clutching my cheeks around his cock had just spanked me, and he hadn’t held back. I was sure a red handprint was already blooming.

And then it was like open season. I was surrounded by men, a crowd of them covered over me like a tide.

I looked around desperately for Rafe, but I’d been swept away from him, or him from me. Whatever had happened, he was nowhere in sight—though granted my sight was blocked by all the tall men surrounding me on all sides, their arms and hands like octopus tentacles reaching for my every crevice.

Hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Another finger probing. Fingers pinched my nipple, then twisted. I cried out even as a man pulled me to the ground.

The floor was hard, and cold, so cold on my bare back. A man’s cock hung low in my face. “Suck it,” came a demanding voice from above. “Suck it down your throat. Grab my balls and pull on them while you suck me dry.”

But then another cock was there, too, rubbing against my breasts, a hand rapidly masturbating. “Fuck, look at her. She’s so fresh. Look how she quivers. Fuck her face, Carl. Do it. Make her choke on it.”

The speaker shoved the tip of his cock against my breasts every time it was freed from his hand. “Fuck her. Do it. Oh fuck, look at these pretty titties.” He slapped my breast with the hand not squeezing his cock and then before I’d even fully realized what was happening, he sprayed semen all across my breasts.

Another man immediately took his place, using the previous man’s semen as lubrication to fuck my breasts.

“Take it, girl. Suck it,” said the other man, holding his cock to my lips. “Open up and take what Daddy has to feed you. Suck it like you mean it.” His voice got rougher. “Suck it hard, suck it like it’s the best cock you’ve ever tasted, suck it like you want me to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.”

Somebody spat on my pussy. Then there was laughter. “Look how wet she is.”

The man holding my legs leaned over and breathed on my pussy. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make it feel good for you. I’ll make you squirm while we fuck you. I’ll make you howl in pleasure.”

He started to massage my clit and my eyes flew open, looking everywhere, looking for Rafe.

Rafe. Rafe!

Too many things were happening at once and I wasn’t ready for a single one of them. There were too many hands. I didn’t have a chance to decide if I was okay or not with one touch before another was intruding.

And I knew I only had moments before the real intrusion began, before one of them shoved a cock somewhere inside me, maybe more than one at a time, before they—

“STOP!” came a roar as the man massaging my pussy dropped his head to start eating me at the same time as the cock at my lips impatiently tried to push inside my mouth.

Then the men around me started lifting their heads one by one, looking behind them like there was some kind of disturbance.

I heard cries, scuffling, then another man was yanked backward and a hole opened up in the wall of men towering over me and surrounding me.

It was Rafe!

He yanked the one bending over my legs backward by his neck collar, choking the man and making his hands go to his throat. He choked and landed on his ass as he scrambled to get away from Rafe.

All I knew was the wave of relief that swept through me like a tidal wave. I didn’t know what would happen next, but it wouldn’t be a strange dick getting shoved in my mouth or my pussy or my ass.

It wouldn’t be more foreign hands touching my most intimate places as if they had a right to it.

Thank God, thank God, thank God.

Actually... thank Rafe.

I reached out for him and his hand was there, just like it had been when I extended my hand to him upstairs and asked him to trust me.

Now I was trusting him, and he wasn’t letting me down.

His grip was solid as he pulled me off the ground and cradled me underneath his strong arm, cuddling me underneath his shoulder.

But his gentleness with me didn’t mean he was calm. No, he shook with rage. “What the fuck is wrong with all of you?” he shouted to the now silent and still ballroom. “I don’t care what the fuck Mrs. Hawthorne said. She could be a daughter of one of you sick fucks!”