It always made her want to cry, once the shudders of pleasure had died away.
Rob knew this, and he always knelt down and kissed her, wrapped his arms around her, reassuring her that he didn’t think she was a freak, or if he did, she was no more so than he was. His eyes upon her gave her the strongest sense of being owned that she ever felt – much more than a whipping or a fucking in bondage or anything. That sense of utter emotional nakedness was what being owned was, to Lucy.
‘OK,’ he said softly, pulling her up from the stool. ‘I think I want one of those.’
He unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans and pants to his knees, looking rigidly away from Richard, then he sat down on the stool, his erection pointing up at Lucy in accusation. You did this.
‘Climb on board,’ he said, pulling her on to his lap.
She straddled his thighs and lowered herself down, holding his shoulders for steadiness. She lined her pussy up with the rounded head of his cock.
She thought of Richard, standing behind her with his camera. He would be able to see Rob’s cock disappear all the way inside her with its almost insulting ease.
‘Mmm, take it in,’ murmured Rob. ‘Spread your legs good and wide so Richard can see.’
Flash, flash.
Lucy pictured it; her pale bum bent towards the lens, thighs parted, thick stalk planted halfway up her.
‘She’s tight, isn’t she?’ said Richard.
‘Mm, always so fucking tight,’ agreed Rob. ‘That’s it. Suck me in. You want all of this, don’t you? You love a big, thick cock stretching you.’
‘Filthy,’ breathed Richard, snapping away again.
Rob’s hands grabbed Lucy’s bum cheeks and spread them apart. This made his cock glide in even more easily, and caused her little pucker to twitch.
‘Show the man your arsehole, Lucy. We’ve all seen it. We’ve all fucked it. Haven’t we?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘I’ve heard how much Richard likes to use it. Well, I bet he’ll get his go soon. Don’t you?’
‘Yes,’ wailed Lucy, finding the widespread condition of her arse wildly arousing. Now she was dirty, and shameful, and utterly submissive. She had no purpose in life other than to be used and owned by these men. She was the dirt beneath their boots. Whatever they demanded of her, she must obey.
‘I can’t wait,’ said Richard dryly.
Flash, flash.
‘In the meantime …’ said Rob. He dipped a finger in Lucy’s juices, rubbing her clit for a cruelly brief moment, then he returned it behind her, into the furrow still exposed by one hand on her left bottom cheek, and pushed against the hole.
She made a tiny, barely there squeak of protest.
‘What? Not in front of Richard? Don’t you want him to see how much you like having your arse fingered while I’m fucking your pussy? I’m sure he knows already.’
‘I do,’ said Richard, helpfully.
Flash, flash as the finger slid in and the bouncing increased in vigour.
‘You like it with a butt plug in, don’t you, Luce?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘You like to have both holes filled, don’t you?’
‘Mmm.’
‘What if you could have a different cock in each?’