Taking What's Wicked (Forced Submission 5)

I pull the ropes taut on my wrist, and every muscle in my body tenses at the overload of sensations. I scream my throat raw as I cum hard and long, the two men thrusting hard into me and pumping their cum into my body. I can feel the pulse of their cocks as they each unload their warm seed into me. My own body pulses, trying to suck in as much of their cum as possible. I’ve lost all control, and I just give in to what they want.

When the orgasm finally finishes gripping my body, I collapse on top of Dante.

I don’t know if I black out, but suddenly my wrists are untied, and I feel a warm washcloth between my legs. I moan at the wonderful sensation, reveling in the comfort after such rough treatment tonight.

“I think we broke her,” Dante mumbles underneath me. I’m sprawled across his body, and I shift my body to look at him.

“I heard that.” I give him my best stink-eye, but he just laughs at me, brushing my bangs out of my face.

I feel Porter crawl onto the bed behind me, kissing up my back and petting me sweetly. I moan at the feeling, closing my eyes and laying my head down on Dante’s chest as Porter spoons me.

“I’m really glad Erica canceled on you tonight; this was way more fun than just going out to meet up for drinks,” Porter says to the two of us.

“I hate to admit it, but you’re right. It would have been nice for the three of us to see her and Mark, but after their sitter canceled, we definitely made the most of the evening.” Dante snuggles into my front, and we assume our normal sleeping position. Me in the middle and them on either side of me.

“You guys had an awful lot of this in place before they canceled. Are you sure this wasn’t your idea all along? It felt like it was planned that way.”

Neither of the guys say a word, and I just roll my eyes and smile.

“Did you have a good time tonight, baby?” Porter asks as he kisses my shoulder.

I smile because they know I did. We’ve been together long enough for them to know exactly what turns me on, no matter how dirty the fantasy. “You know I did.”

Dante laughs and kisses my forehead. “I think this might be our best Halloween yet.”

We all agree and cuddle up together, sleeping in a twisted pile of naked arms and legs. Our love is different and little crazy, but we wouldn’t have it any other way.