Triple Domination: The Complete Series: Hard MFMM Erotica

by Virginia Bliss

  However, this was not to be. Travis shoved me down, forcing me to my knees. The asphalt was rough on the sensitive patches of skin, and I knew I'd have scrapes and bruises for weeks to come. Looking up into Travis' blue, crystal clear eyes, I wondered what it was that he wanted me to do.

  He began to undo his belt buckle, and I gulped in anticipation. Shit - I'd never been good at blowjobs. I hoped that he'd be satisfied with just my hand. I leaned forward, watching intently as he dragged the zipper down, the metallic sound it made piercing my ears. I saw the fabric of his boxers, one tiny damp spot right in the centre.

  Somehow, it felt like something of an accomplishment - I'd managed to get Travis hard enough to leak precum into his boxers. A tiny grin played on my lips, and I leaned forward to kiss the bulge in his underwear, enjoying his moment of weakness. I gave him a seductive, half-lidded look, the blush on my face almost palpable.

  "Press your fucking tits together, whore." He barked, evidently fed up with my cocky attitude. I didn't exactly know what he was playing at, but I straightened my back and did as I was told regardless, holding eye contact all the while. He grinned, slipping his thumbs beneath the waistband of his boxers and revealing himself to me.

  I blanched - he was huge. I hadn't ever seen a dick that big in my entire life. I looked up at him, locking eyes and blinking cluelessly. I didn't know what I was supposed to do with a cock that large - I was still holding my tits together stupidly, probably looking like a total bimbo to him. Well, that was what he wanted, wasn't it? A sex toy?

  Without warning, he slid that thick, hot cock between my tits, moving it up until the tip poked at my chin. I felt humiliated, I felt ashamed - but as he started moving, I started to enjoy myself. Staring up at him, watching himself lose composure over my body - it was gratifying, to say the least.

  He bit his lip as he thrust himself up into the soft warmth of my breasts, and I held them together as firmly as possible, hoping the space between them was tight enough to satisfy. With every thrust, the wet tip of his cock hit my chin, and I was continously surprised by it. My arms were sore from being held up in the same position, but I was determined to get him off. Glancing around, I watched Evan and John for a brief moment - they too sported tents in their trousers, and I was immensely flattered by their arousal.

  "Fuck- such a worthless slut-" He panted, dick sliding between my tits, hot and hard. "Your tits are all you're fuckin' good for-" He managed, and the comment went straight to my pussy, which throbbed with want. Perhaps it was a little strange to be this affected by the humiliation I'd gone through, but I felt far too good, far too flustered and warm to put a stop to it now.

  His cock was throbbing, and his hips were snapping forward with greater speed and intensity with every thrust. I was desperate to bring him to climax - I began to move my body up and down, rubbing my tits against him to the uneven, jarring rhythm of his thrusts. He was staring at me so intently that I thought I might burst due to arousal.

  Suddenly, he removed his dick from between my breasts, taking himself in hand and stroking himself to climax, shooting his hot load all over my abused tits. My chest heaved as I took deep breaths, my skin dusted pink with lust as I watched the thick, white ropes drizzle across my body.

  "Shit...that was incredible-" Travis managed, basking in the afterglow of orgasm, looking towards the other men, eyes wide and incredulous. "One of the best cumsluts I've ever had - you guys have to try her out." He insisted, and though I knew that I should feel insulted, objectified, degraded - all I could feel was the deep heat, the wetness between my thighs.

  Evan and John made their way over to where I was kneeling, and they too had already taken the liberty of unzipping their trousers, yanking them down around their thighs as they came to stand on either side of me. I watched intently, eager to see what was hiding behind those pesky pairs of boxers.

  Evan was the first to reveal himself, pushing the waistband down and allowing his insanely thick cock to spring out of its confines. Within seconds of seeing it, I was drooling - I had never wanted to give somebody a blowjob so badly in my entire life. Leaning forward as though under a spell, I lapped at the tip, savoring the salty precum that had formed a bead at the tip.

  John, seemingly a little jealous that my attentions were elsewhere, grabbed my chin and tilted it towards himself as he lowered his boxers. His dick was long and hard, curving upwards in a manner I could only describe as being cheerful. I knew in an instant that he'd be able to hit those perfect spots inside of me.

  Desperate, I grabbed his cock by the base, stroking him and looking up into his inky eyes. "I want this-" I panted, voice hoarse and cracking with arousal. "I want this inside of me-"

  "If you say so-" He grinned. "Get on all fours, you useless whore."

  Those words struck a chord with my pussy, which throbbed desperately, wetness trickling down one thigh. I complied, shakily repositioning myself. I felt like an animal, on all fours, completely naked - in the middle of the fucking road. Though it was highly unlikely at this hour, there was still a chance that someone would drive by - someone I knew.

  The thought thrilled me, and I swayed my hips in John's direction, attempting to coax him closer. In an instant, he was behind me, the tip of his cock on my entrance. That alone was, humiliatingly enough, enough to bring me close to climax. I let out a debauched moan, needy and aching for his cock.

  "Tell me how bad you want this-" He hissed, leaning forward so his lips grazed the shell of my ear. I shivered.

  "I don't want it, I need it-" I clarified, pressing my hips backwards, forcing the tip inside. He pulled it out, dragging his length along my wet slit, the tip pressing up against my clit, making me shudder and cry out his name, the silence of the night swallowing it whole.

  Finally, finally, he began to push himself inside of me. My mouth hung open in a silent scream, allowing his huge cock to completely ruin me. For a moment, it felt as though I was being split in two, forced open by his dick. I began to rut my hips back against his length, urging more and more of him inside of my needy hole.

  I was so desperate, I needed more - and of course, just as he got halfway inside of me, he pulled out. I whined, kicking my feet against the asphalt pathetically.

  "Please, please, please - I need your cock-" I begged, voice childlike and utterly pitiful.

  "I'm just teasing-" John insisted, digging his fingernails into my hips, hard enough to draw tiny red beads of blood, before slamming his entire length into me. He filled me up completely, ramming himself in all the way to the hilt. I felt the tip of his impossibly perfect dick press against my cervix, and I let out a satisfied, absolutely perverse noise.

  He dragged himself out of me, oh-so-slowly, and I groaned at the loss - only to have him fill me up again, his hips snapping forward with no sense of mercy. I was a trembling mess, arms shaky as they struggled to keep me propped up. I barely even noticed that Evan had knelt in front of me, his thick cock bobbing in front of my face.

  "Suck me off, slut-" He huffed, voice thick and rich with lust as he shoved the tip of his cock against my cheek. Eagerly, I parted my plump, pink lips, allowing him to move inside. I was awful at blowjobs, I had already learned that much with what little experience I'd had up until this point, but I was eager to prove myself wrong.

  As John pounded into me, I allowed my jaw to fall open completely, making it easy for Evan to work his way inside of the tight, spasming walls of my throat. He pushed further and further, past my tongue, briefly hitting the back of my mouth before continuing past my uvula, filling my inexperienced throat.

  Evan ran his fingers through my silky hair, grabbing the back of my head and urging himself deeper, pulling me closer until my mouth was firmly wrapped around the base of his cock, my nose pressed against his impressive abs. He pulled himself all the way out - slowly, tantalizingly. I took the opportunity to choke down as much air as I possibly could.

  Without any sort of warning, Evan's hands turned to fists in my hai
r, and he rammed his cock down my throat, merciless in his movements. I balked, tears forming in my eyes as my throat's walls attempted to force him out with repeated spasms. I was choking, sucking in air through my nose desperately as he pulled out again.

  He fucked my face hard, fists yanking my head back and forth like a bobblehead, throat angry and protesting as he rammed himself into it again and again. My makeup was running down my cheeks, black tears filled with mascara and eyeshadow. My lipstick was smeared all over the base of his cock - I must've looked like an absolutely trashy whore.

  The only thing that could've possibly drawn away my attention in that moment was the cold, wet, lube-coated finger that had suddenly pressed itself up against my puckered asshole, working it open. It could only belong to Travis - of course, that son of a bitch would. I furrowed my brow, a little too caught up in the pleasure of John and the pain of Evan to properly fight back.

  Pathetically, I shot one of my legs backwards, trying to get Travis away from what was really an extremely private area. I kicked at him desperately, but he simply used his free hand to pin my ankle to the asphalt. It was such a strange sensation to have a finger being urged into my asshole, but I found that I didn't completely hate it.

  The digit worked me open, the cold lube slippery as he drizzled more over my hole, using it to press a second finger in. I already had a cock down my throat and a dick stretching out my pussy, so to have my ass filled too was an incomparable sensation. Travis crooked his fingers within me, scissoring them, forcing the ring of muscle to relax around him.

  I rolled my hips backwards onto his fingers, too far gone to protest at this point. I wanted this, I wanted to be completely filled - that was all a whore like me was good for, after all. He flexed his fingers inside of me one last time before pulling them out. I complained, voice muffled around Evan's thick, hard cock - but all too soon, the tip of Travis' dick was pressed against my lube-coated hole.

  It was strange - I knew that things definitely shouldn't go in there, but as the tip forced me open, making its way inside, I was trembling with ecstacy. I was a shaking, moaning mess of a girl as Travis violated me, debased me. He felt utterly amazing as he filled me, cock rubbing the walls within me that I hadn't even known were this sensitive. I never would've guessed.

  He plunged himself in, all the way to the base. I was melting, I was putty in his hands. He stayed like that for a moment, completely still, allowing me to adjust to the new sensation. I could feel him throbbing deep within me, and although it was a strange, foreign feeling, I had to admit that I was enjoying myself.

  Slowly, slowly, he began to pull out, allowing that oversensitive ring of muscle savor every last inch of his cock. I thought for a moment that he was going to retract completely, but he left the tip in, teasing me. He stayed put, waiting for me to beg. Muffled by Evan's dick, I whined as loudly as I could, rutting my hips back onto his cock.

  He took the hint and slammed into me without mercy, sending an electric jolt up my spine, my whole body coated in goosebumps from the sensation.

  Having three men inside of me at once was almost unbearable - my ears were listening oh so carefully for passing cars, but all I could hear were the satisfied groans of the men above me. It filled me with a warm sense of arousal to know that I was the one who had gotten them into this state, who had gotten them so riled up. The road was so empty, so silent, and I was sandwiched between two cars, debasing myself under the cloak of night.

  I could feel all three of them pounding into me relentlessly, their paces uneven, all hitting different areas, different sensitive spots, making my back arch and my toes curl. My eyes were squeezed shut, throat still clamping down on Evan's dick, though I had started to grow used to the sensation of having him facefuck me - I was even learning to like it.

  John's huge cock was still purposefully avoiding all the spots I needed touched, but I had resigned myself to that - even without it, I still felt close to climax. His cock slammed against my cervix relentlessly, forcing me open, stretching me beyond my limits. I continuously rolled my hips backward, allowing his own to slam against my ass.

  Travis had his dick buried deep inside of me, his thrusts slow and smooth when compared to the other two. He would tease me, hips moving oh so slowly as he forced himself into me, groaning whenever I would tighten up around him. It was so satisfying, I had never felt this perfect before in my entire life. I knew that after tonight, I'd go back to a life of normalcy - but this feeling would linger. I'd seek it out. I had to have it again.

  Evan's cock throbbed in my throat, pulsating and growing impossibly larger. I couldn't take it - I gagged around him, swallowing insistently as I tried to stay composed. Not that I had any composure left - my face was a mess of tears, makeup, and sweat. I probably wasn't much to look at right now.

  "Fuck - you look like you should, Alyssa-" Evan grunted, shifting forward and triggering my gag reflex yet again. "You look like the perfect little fuckdoll. All used up-" He panted, hips snapping forward at an alarming rate, choking me. I knew he was close - I shut my eyes and endured the abuse of my throat.

  Suddenly, spurts of semen were being shot into me - Evan quickly pulled himself out of my throat, allowing me to catch my breath, and took himself in hand. He pumped his cock vigorously, shooting his load onto my already-disgusting face. My mouth hung open, hungry for cum, and Evan was more than willing to give me what I wanted, allowing several ropes of his seed to land on my tongue.

  I swallowed gratefully, looking up at him with my slutty, cumstained face.

  As he stood up, tucking his cock away, I realized that Travis had sped up as well - my asshole was twitching, obviously desperate to take his load as well. I clenched around him, seizing up and tightening myself, wanting nothing more than to please him. I heard him emit a debauched growl, a sound that had shivers racing up and down my spine.

  "Worthless little bitch-" He hissed, dick pounding into me, absolutely ravaging me. The second I felt a spurt of cum inside of me, I clamped down around him, wanting it inside. This didn't seem to be part of Travis' plan, however - he pulled out and shot thick strands of cum all across my ass, some of it dribbling between the cheeks, sliding down into my slit.

  I felt so used, but I loved it - how on earth was I supposed to finish the drive home with cum all over the seat of my skirt? I didn't care - it felt too good to be a sex toy for these men. I bit my lip, holding back the whimpers as John continued to slam himself against my cervix, over and over and over.

  "Alyssa- fuck, you're the best-" He panted. "The best fuckdoll in the world-" John's words went straight to my pussy as he fucked me hard. With Travis now absent, he had more room, and he used that to his advantage, grabbing me by the hips and shoving himself inside of me, finally hitting the spots that I needed him to hit.

  The second his cock hit a particularly sensitive place within me, I absolutely lost it. I hit my climax, the best orgasm I'd ever had in my entire life. My spine was arched, toes completely curled in on themselves, the walls of my pussy clamping down on John's dick over and over, urging him to reach his climax, too.

  I saw stars, my head completely fuzzy, horribly perverse noises leaving my once-pure lips. He dug his nails into me, and his thrusts grew erratic as he hit his orgasm. He pumped me full of his seed, and I didn't once think about protection. I needed every last drop, clenching around him, milking him of all he had.

  "Fuck-- you're an amazing cumdumpster-" He panted, holding onto me as he filled me completely, cum leaking from my pussy and onto the road. As I basked in the afterglow, he finally pulled out, standing up with the other two men. They had already gotten back into their car and were speeding away from the scene - clever move.

  I pawed around at the street uselessly, searching for my clothes - only to look up and see John holding them. My eyes grew wide, and I managed to get back on my feet. I grabbed at them, but he held them high above his head, making his way over to the police car and tossing them in the backseat, slamm
ing the door and locking it.

  "Have a nice drive home-" He grinned, approaching me one last time and trailing that lewd hand of his down my side, savoring the curve of my waist. "You look better naked. I'm sure that you'll get a lot of attention like this." He teased, reaching up and ruffling my hair before turning away and opening the door to his car.

  "Oh, and Alyssa?" He asked, making eye contact with me - those stupid eyes, they were too damn sexy for their own good. "You can call the police station any time and ask for me." He grinned, knowing that I wouldn't be able to pass up the offer. I stood, dumbfounded, naked, cum-filled - and I watched him drive away.

  Dominated By Three Doctors

  Why was it that the interiors of waiting rooms were so needlessly drab? Bland, brandless furniture littering the empty spaces with clean angles and edges, beige leather sofas that were uncomfortable and unremarkable. Tabletops were littered with magazines no one under the age of sixty would ever bother to read, pages filled with nothingness.

  Even the artwork was mediocre, faux-impressionistic paintings that attempted in vain to elicit emotions through shoddy paint strokes. I looked away, turning my face to the ground, focusing on my sensible footwear - it was a sad day when I, Rose Kennedy, was the most interesting thing in the room. Truly, amongst all the elderly men and women, a youthful girl such as myself was something a little startling.

  These bi-monthly checkups never seemed to have any purpose, seeing as I was a woman in good health. However, my insurance covered them, so there was no point in turning them down - better to take a couple of hours out of my day and make sure my insides were still working smoothly than to develop an illness and find out months later.

  My mother had made that mistake - diagnosed when it was almost too late. Thankfully, her condition was starting to improve, but I would forever be haunted by that one little laziness-induced slip-up. I had a number already - 21, but it was taking forever. Patient 20 had gone into the doctor's office, but had yet to come back out.