My throat was crying out in agony, but the feeling of being stretched to my limits like this was admittedly arousing. I took as much of his cock as I could, swallowing around him in an effort to bring him to orgasm. Judging by the way his hips were starting to buck forward haphazardly, I was almost there.
Finally, I felt him hold me down, and he shot his hot seed against the back of my throat. I forced myself to swallow everything - my eyes were shut as I felt him completely use me. Those words played over and over again in my mind - 'perfect little whore'. Maybe these men were right. Maybe this is all I was good for.
I certainly felt as though I were made for it. Despite the circumstances, I was enjoying every second of this, my heart thudding and my pussy aching for relief. I sucked every last drop out of Mike's dick, enjoying the way the warm ropes of cum slid down my throat. I felt useful, I felt a sense of purpose.
He pulled out, a single, sticky trail of cum still connecting my lips to the tip of his cock. I gave him a watery-eyed look of concern, and he finally showed me a little affection. He ruffled my hair and grinned down at me. "Good girl-" He smiled, already starting to stroke himself in an effort to get hard again. I licked my lips, making sure my face was clean for whoever was to come next.
Evan came up behind me, hauling me to my feet and turning me around to face him.
"Lily." He remarked, looking deep into my eyes. "How did that feel? Being used like that?"
"Good-" I mumbled without thinking. Evan began to laugh at my honesty, giving me a perplexed look.
"Well, of course it did - you are a whore, after all. Do you think you can handle the three of us at once?"
I didn't think I could, in all honesty. Simply giving Mike a blowjob had taken up all of my energy - to have two other men inside me would definitely be more than my body could handle. Still...it was a tempting offer, and something I'd fantasized about before. To be turned into a sex toy, nothing but an object of pleasure for men - perhaps it'd be worth it to at least give it a go.
"Not that I'm giving you a choice-" Evan grinned. "Don't think about your answer so hard - no matter what you say, we're gonna do it." He sneered, shoving me backwards. I tumbled to the floor without a trace of grace, falling flat on my sensitive ass, legs spread conveniently for Evan.
He crawled between them, getting down on his knees in front of me.
"Turn over. Hands and knees - I can't look at your slutty face right now." He spat. I shakily complied, flipping myself over and balancing myself on my hands and knees. My knees dug into the ground unpleasantly, and I knew that I'd have all the telltale markings of being a whore come morning.
Somehow, I really didn't mind - I stuck my ass out for Evan, surprised when he responded by sliding the tip of his cock along my aching hole. I instantly dissolved into a series of debauched moans, rutting myself against him needily. "Fuck- put it in-" I begged, angling my hips down in order to convince him.
He dipped the tip into me for a second, and I was surprised at how large he was, how wide - I didn't know if he'd be able to fit the entire thing inside of me. I pushed myself down regardless, urging him to go as deep as he could. "Please, please-"
He pulled it out. Of course he did - Evan wouldn't rest until I had completely and utterly debased myself before him. I knew what I had to do - even though he'd said that he didn't want to look at my slutty face, I looked over my shoulder and into those smoldering brown eyes of his. God, he was gorgeous.
"Please- I'm just a whore, I need this - I need you to cum inside of me-" I begged, voice desperate beyond belief. I'd regret what I was saying tomorrow. I really shouldn't just beg a stranger to cum inside me - that was asking for trouble. Yet in that moment, it felt right to beg like that.
And finally, finally - he began to push inside of me. I was right in assuming he'd be huge - it hurt almost as much as my first time had, if not more. I was gasping and panting, and he was only a couple of inches in. I felt myself being stretched, my walls angrily trying to force him out of me.
"Lily - relax. You're tight as fuck for a whore, you have to calm down." He sighed, hands trailing up my ass, sliding along the plump flesh of my hips, and coming to rest on my waist. I inhaled deeply, hoping that the excess oxygen would help restart my brain. My jaw was hanging open stupidly, arms and legs shaking as he began to fuck me.
He finally bit the bullet and forced himself all the way inside of me, huge cock pressing insistently against my cervix. I was putty in his hands, melting as he ravaged me. His movements were slow at first, but it was by far the most intense sexual experience I'd ever had in my life. I shut my eyes, hands balling into fists against the dirty bar floor.
"God, Lily - fuck- you're such a good girl. You love this, don't you-" Evan's usually smooth and rich voice was cracking as he began to pick up the pace, slamming into my tight, wet hole and stretching me past my limits. I was in pain, but I had never been that turned on before in my entire life. I was seeing stars, vision blurry and white as he had his way with me.
It was then that I felt a cold liquid being squirted between my ass cheeks, sliding over my hole. A finger pressed intrusively at my asshole, attempting to worm its way inside. That's right - Evan had said I'd be taking all three of them at once. My heart skipped a beat - I'd never had someone fuck my ass before, and I wasn't sure if I could take it.
"Fucking cumslut-" Mike sighed harshly, forcing his finger deep into me as Evan fucked me. He twisted it around, and I realized that it didn't hurt. It didn't feel uncomfortable - rather, I liked it. I wanted more.
"Another-" I cried out, forehead pressed firmly against the floor as my body was practically torn apart. Mike complied, pressing a second digit into me, moving the fingers in a scissor-like motion in order to open me up for him.
My attention was so focused on what was going on with my ass and pussy that I didn't even realize the fact that Adam had moved to stand in front of me. His boots were right in front of my face, and I knew exactly what he wanted from me. I pushed myself up off of the floor and back onto my hands. I felt like such a whore - I was hungry for cock, and I didn't care how I got it. I just wanted to be completely full. My body had started to crave it, ever since Evan had planted the idea in my head.
Adam was looking down at me, one eyebrow raised. He seemed unimpressed with me, and therefore I really had to prove to him that I was worthy of his dick. Pawing desperately at his belt buckle and zipper as I was fucked and fingered, I really felt like someone else entirely. I managed to undo the buckle, and I grabbed hold of the zipper with my teeth, pulling it down slowly and teasingly, holding eye contact with Adam all the while. He started to smirk as he watched my little performance take place.
"You're eager, aren't you?" He grinned, running his fingers through my now-messy hair. I nodded - I was most definitely eager. If you had told me an hour ago that I'd be on my knees, three men having their way with me, I wouldn't have believed you, much less if you had told me that I would be enjoying it.
Finally, I managed to shift his boxers down around his thighs, dick springing out. It was certainly shorter than Mike's, thankfully enough, but it was far wider - I was barely able to wrap my delicate hand around the base. This would certainly prove to be a challenge, but one that I was up for. I was a moaning mess - something Evan's amazing cock could be held responsible for. Sucking off Adam gave me an opportunity to muffle the more embarrassing noises.
I opened my mouth and took him in, bobbing my head in an effort to please him. He tipped his head back, letting out a soft groan of approval as I went to work. I hollowed out my cheeks, head moving further and further down. He was so thick, it put a strain on my mouth trying to fit all of him inside.
"Fuck-" He sighed, starting to buck his hips up and fuck my face, which had been stained with mascara and smeared lipstick. My muffled moans were causing my throat to vibrate around him, making him go crazy - he was already starting to snap his hips forward wildly, thick cock hitting the back of my throat with ease. The
experience with Mike had been beneficial - I was no longer having as many issues with choking and gagging as I'd had before.
Adam seemed pleased with what I was doing, however, the fingers in my ass were being pulled out. I tensed my body up, preparing for what was to come.
Mike had positioned himself next to Evan, whose dick was hitting that perfect, perfect spot within me with every single thrust. I could feel the tip of Mike's cock pressed up against my wet, puckered hole - I willed him to force it inside of me. Slowly, slowly, he began to push it inside of me, my walls angry and sensitive as he violated them.
I let out a loud moan, a moan that was silenced by Adam's cock. He shuddered as my throat spasmed around him. I arched my back, pushing my ass back onto Mike's long dick, eager to be completely filled up by him.
He was relentless when it came to teasing - he would push it in a few inches, and then pull it out without warning. I had tears streaming down my cheeks again, a thick cock ramming against my cervix, and an equally sizeable dick shoved down my throat. I wiggled my ass, finally managing to encourage Mike to fuck me properly.
His dick filled me in a way no other could, and I was in ecstasy. Finally I was completely full, all orifices plugged with dick. My eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the blissful moment. It was an unmistakable feeling, one I'd miss desperately when this was over. The men rammed into me with no regard for my own comfort, and I loved it.
The feeling of being used, the feeling of being nothing more than a sex toy - it was astounding. My mind was completely blank, and my neglected clit throbbed with want as my body was ravaged.
Evan's voice piped up behind me, and it took a moment for my ears to focus on him. I was overwhelmed by all the new sensations - listening had grown to be a surprisingly difficult task.
"Lily, you're the fucking best-" Evan hissed, his hips speeding up, creating an impossibly fast pace that had me seeing white. I felt as though I'd never be able to return to my normal, uneventful sex life after this experience - I'd want it far too badly to simply abandon it. I began to move my hips along with Evan, his cock pressing against my most sensitive spots, making me whine and moan.
Mike's cock was hitting places within me that I hadn't known existed up until this very moment. I hollowed my cheeks as much as I could in order to suck Adam off properly, but he had to understand that my mind was far too gone to be focused on my technique. He seemed to pick up on this, simply grabbing hold of my head and ramming his cock into it over and over.
My body felt as though it was on fire, hypersensitive, in love with the feeling of being touched, of being fucked. I felt so close to the edge, I wanted so badly to plead with Evan to touch me, touch me where I needed it the most. My hips were wild, jerking back and forth, my throat was strained, and I was desperate to reach orgasm.
Mike's hips suddenly started to thrust into me at an uneven, wild pace - I knew he was about to lose it. I braced my wrists against the ground as he began to unload himself inside of me, cum coating my walls and filling me up inside. I moved my hips in little circles guaranteed to drive him crazy, milking him of everything he had. When he finally pulled out, I could feel his cum leaking out of my hole and trailing messily down toward my pussy.
Adam evidently couldn't take the sight of my well-fucked face anymore, seeing as he began to thrust into me with unforeseen power as well. That thick tip hit my throat /hard/, but the pain only made me more aware of the pleasure. Soon he was cumming down my throat, hot white ropes sliding into my stomach, filling me. I needed more - when he pulled out of my mouth, I let out a desperate whine.
He hadn't finished yet - taking himself in hand, Adam pumped his cock, shooting the rest of his seed onto my messy face. I let my mouth fall open, beads of white sliding off my nose and onto my tongue.
"Such a fucking slut." He laughed, redressing himself as he observed his work. "You really are only good for one thing."
I brought an arm up to wipe my face off, but was quickly distracted my Evan's hand - he'd brought a finger down to play with my clit as he fucked me, and that added stimulation already had me close to cumming.
"Fuck-" I moaned, hips moving subconsciously, rutting down onto his hand in a desperate attempt to gain satisfaction. His hips were speeding up, his thrusts growing more and more powerful as he rammed hard against my cervix. I felt as though I might be torn in half - though with the absence of Adam and Mike there was a sense of emptiness, the fact that I could focus completely on Evan was a blessing.
"Your cock is amazing-" I panted.
He laughed.
"I'd expect no less from you, Lily."
The pad of his finger worked my clit, and I was so close - the second I felt him bury himself in me, cum beginning to shoot inside, I lost control. I hit my climax spectacularly, mouth hanging open, mind blank.
I let out what might've been the most embarrassing noise I'd ever made, but I was too far gone to realize at the time. He filled me up as my walls clamped down around him, pussy sensitive and desperate. When he finally pulled out of me, I was exhausted, cum leaking onto the dirty floor beneath me.
The three of them stood up, redressing themselves and leaving me naked on the floor. I looked up - Adam was fiddling with my phone.
"You better start cleaning." Evan sneered, looking down at me. There was cum on the floor, and I'd made quite a mess. "Adam put my number on your phone - call us if you can't find anyone else to use you, okay? See you later, Lily." He said, still a little short of breath as he ruffled my hair and walked out of the bar, taking his friends with him.
Dominated By Three Hunters
Living on the outskirts of the city had its perks - you were close enough to civilisation to do all necessary errands and chores, and yet you were far away enough to enjoy peaceful moments like this. The sky was crisp and clear, clouds like marshmallows dotting the horizon. The air was clean and delicious, the trees just starting to turn red.
The leaves on the ground made loud crunches when stepped on - satisfying noises that made one want to charge through the forest at full speed. Paths had been laid out by hikers, and there were familiar landmarks that made the landscape easy to navigate. It was safe to say that my weekly forest walks were the best thing in my life right now.
I would explore different paths, find new and interesting places to take breaks - I would sit down, close my eyes, and feel my stress melt away. Allow myself to be removed from that vile world of concrete and plastic, allow myself to soak in the nature around me. No matter what anyone else said, I couldn't find a better hobby than my walks.
It wasn't as though they had a particular purpose, per se - they were just satisfying, a way to get those endorphins coursing through my bloodstream after an irritating week of work. My job was nothing special - I worked as a receptionist at an insurance firm.
My colleagues were all extroverts, though I supposed that was due to their field of work - in order to properly sell a product to someone, you had to be a smooth talker. I myself was a little more introverted - spending so much time around people with loud mouths was draining, and the forest was the only thing that seemed to understand me.
However, I really wished that I understood the forest a little more. It wasn't often that I got this lost, but I had absolutely no idea where I was. I was standing in the middle of a little meadow I'd never seen before, trees surrounding the clearing. Shit - I only had a few hours left before sundown. I had to find my bearings fast.
Ducking back under the cover of the trees, I scanned my immediate surroundings for any sign of a path. The hikers that had made this area their own were at times very helpful - little coloured arrows and well-trodden routes could make all the difference.
This area was a lost cause - it didn't look like any human activity had taken place here in ages. Just one little detour had gotten me this lost, huh? Figures. My luck had been awful lately - I resigned myself to wandering about aimlessly, knowing that if I just went straight, I'd probably find a sign or a path eventu
ally.
After a short span of time, I came to a stream. Thank god - something to follow! Sure, it wasn't a guarantee that it'd lead me anywhere, but its presence was comforting nonetheless. Plus, the soft sound of water brushing over stone was music to my ears, instantly bringing down my aggravated heart rate.
That is, until I saw the tents several metres off. Shit - campers. Having dealt with people more than enough this week, I blanched. I didn't particularly want to pass through their campsite, seeing as it might bother them. For a brief moment, I pondered going around them, until I realized -
They probably knew exactly where they were, and how to get back to the city. It was then that I knew I had to approach them. I'd have much rather found a path, but if these people were the only help I had, I'd just have to take it. Steeling myself, I crunched through the leaves, following the stream up to their campsite.
Once I was a little closer, I realized that there were only three people - a small trip, perhaps organized among friends. From what I could see, they were all men - large, burly men at that. I suddenly felt a little intimidated. It was likely that I'd have to play up my feminine charm in order to get them to give me directions. I undid the top button of my shirt, and removed my hair tie. A subtle difference, but if it meant they'd be a little more friendly, it was worth it.
Slowly, I stepped into their campsite. There were three tents, along with a log bench and several duffel bags filled to the brim with hunting equipment. I shivered - hunters usually weren't the most pleasant bunch. Trembling, I approached the man closest to me - a brunet with uneven stubble and impressive biceps.
"Excuse me-" I mumbled. "My name's Daisy - I'm lost. I was wondering if you and your friends know how to get back to the city-" My voice was cracking and hoarse, totally unsexy. I hoped that these men were decent enough to pity me. When the brunet turned to face me, I actually jumped a little in shock.
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