I wasn't sure what direction this was going to be taken in until I felt a finger, cold and coated with lube, press against my asshole. Instantly, my thighs tensed, and my heart sped up, thrashing around wildly within me. Surely Nathan didn't think that was a good idea, did he? It was impossible - Michael was taking up too much space. There was no way two men could fuck me at once!
Slowly, he worked the finger up into me, and I let out an embarrassing little gasp that these men would surely make fun of for a long time to come. Angling my hips down onto the finger, not wanting to admit that it felt amazing, I shut my eyes, pressing my lips together. Nathan added a second finger, stretching me to what I thought were my limits.
When he began to scissor the fingers, I almost screamed - surely my body wasn't meant for this! But it felt too good for me to protest, so I simply went with it. Sensing I needed a distraction, Matt began to undo his pants - I watched him, fixated on the bulge in his boxers. He tugged them down, revealing an impressively long cock.
Forcefully, Matt grabbed me by the wrist, forcing his cock into my hand. I understood on instinct, wrapping my hand around the base and beginning to pump up and down the shaft vigorously. He felt so good in my hand, so hefty and warm - I wanted him in my mouth right then and there, but I knew that I had to give myself time to adjust to the new sensations one by one.
Michael was, at this point, pumping into me furiously, his hands gripping my thighs, fingernails inevitably leaving red marks of pain and pleasure. He hit an amazing spot, and for a moment, my whole world went white. I saw stars, eyes rolling back up into my head and tongue lolling out of my mouth. My back arched, toes curled, and I knew that if he hit it again, I'd have the best damn orgasm of my entire life.
However, he didn't hit it again. Rather, sensing my immense pleasure, he pulled out of me entirely, dragging the tip of his cock over my clit in an attempt to tease me. I had never before felt so utterly frustrated, hips thrusting upwards in an effort to gain some form of pleasure. My mouth hung open, chest heaving with labored breaths. "Please-" I begged, though I knew it'd be in vain. "Please, fuck me- I need it-"
"You heard her, Nathan. Give this pathetic little whore what she wants." Michael sneered, dick still hot and heavy atop my swollen clit. Nathan pulled his rapidly scissoring fingers out from my puckered hole, and suddenly, I felt the tip of his hard cock - I was startled, to say the least. I was unsure as to whether or not he'd even fit inside of me.
He didn't seem to have time to figure out the logistics of that particular endeavor, seeing as he began to push in without thought. His hand rested on my hip, other hand balanced against the end of the exam table. I spread my legs further, attempting in vain to relax the ring of muscle that seemed to be hellbent on forcing Nathan out of me.
"Fuck-" I panted, rolling my hips down and allowing him in, all the way to the base. It was a strange, foreign sensation, but I enjoyed it. I felt so full, so satisfied, but I knew that I needed more. Nathan sensed this, and began to thrust into me wildly, his pace fast and unpredictable, hips snapping forward with such intensity that I thought I might burst.
"You're so tight for a slut-" He gasped, forcing himself into me over and over. Soon, Michael rejoined him, pushing that massive cock of his back into my pussy, which had grown oh so hungry in his brief absence. My walls clamped down around him, never wanting him to leave again. It felt so good to be used like this, to be degraded like this. I wanted more!
When Michael pounded against that spot again, I cried out in ecstacy. My voice was loud, volume utterly unrestrained, tone very obviously lewd. The way my voice wavered and cracked was so unlike me, so pathetic and weak. These men had truly turned me into a mess.
"Shut up, you useless bitch-" Matt hissed, suddenly pressing his cock up against my lips. I whimpered, allowing them to part. Swallowing relentlessly in an effort to please him, I let him all the way in. His cock was unbelievably long and thick, forcing my jaw to open as much as was humanly possible. I nearly gagged, but I kept my cool.
He was far rougher with me than Nathan had been earlier - he grabbed my head by the sides and impaled my face on his cock over and over with no regard for me whatsoever. To be so blatantly used was admittedly erotic - I grew wetter with every thrust he made, much to my shame. It was becoming more and more apparent that I enjoyed being treated like this.
My throat wasn't used to something of this size being shoved down it, and I continually had to prevent myself from choking. It was a conscious effort, but for the most part, I managed it. Matt seemed hellbent on getting me to gag, seeing as with every thrust he went a little deeper. My throat spasmed around him, and my moans were muffled and perverse under the weight of his cock.
All three men were filling me at once, stretching me to my limits as they fucked me without any sense of mercy. The feeling was unlike any other, the feeling of being completely full, completely satisfied. These men were warm and thick inside of me, and I was putty in their hands. I felt as though I was melting under their touch, becoming a puddle before their very eyes.
I begged for more, though these pleas remained unheard due to the fat cock shoved down my throat. I tried my very best to be accommodating, though I ended up getting swept away by the intensity of the feelings almost immediately. I had tears streaming down my plump, dick-filled cheeks, my mascara running and making me look like a complete and utter mess.
They were so rough, but I couldn't get enough of it. Michael's hand came down and spanked the subtle curve of my ass as he thrust deep into me, purposefully avoiding the spot that I needed him to hit. Nathan's thick cock was stretching my ass out in ways that I hadn't known could feel this fucking good - and with every thrust, he hit spots within me that had been unknown sources of pleasure up until that point.
Matt's cock rubbed against the walls of my throat, savoring my tightness. The three men were quiet, save for their groans as they bucked into me, enjoying the warm, tight heat I provided. I was certain that they thought of me as nothing more than a slut, a toy, a plaything - but somehow, that made me even wetter.
I felt like a whore, spreading my legs for strangers and letting men violate and debase me to their hearts' content. I felt like a whore, but I loved it. There was no way to go back to plain, simple, vanilla sex after this - I'd chase after this feeling forever.
Nathan was the first to start to lose control - as soon as I felt his pace change inside of me, I knew that he was nearing his climax. I clamped down around him, urging him to stay inside of me. It felt perverted to even think, but in that moment, I needed him to cum inside of me. I curled my toes as I tensed my body up, hoping the tightness would bring him closer to the edge, closer to losing it completely.
"Fuck-" Nathan swore, his dick throbbing, finally releasing his hot load deep within me. I moaned, lips stretched around Matt's cock, savoring the warmth of Nathan's cum as it filled me up. The walls of my ass pulsated around him, making sure he didn't leave a drop behind. When he finally pulled out, he gave me a look of satisfaction mingled with disdain. "Such a cumdumpster-" He hissed, spanking my ass, causing me to let out a muffled howl of shock. My now-empty hole twitched, cum leaking onto the exam table, dripping onto the floor.
Michael and Matt were still pounding away into me, and their relentless paces showed no signs of slowing down. I had my eyes squeezed shut, but as I felt Matt's cock swell in my mouth, they popped open, looking up at him in horror. I hadn't known his dick could get any bigger, but perhaps seeing me cummed into had sent him over the edge.
I hummed around his cock, hoping the vibrations would push him closer to climax. His dick was buried deep inside me, my throat already almost numb to the sensation. I blinked up at him, batting my eyelashes, though it must've been quite a pathetic display, given the current state of my face, makeup dripping down my cheeks and pooling at my chin.
He pulled out of my throat ever so slowly, the tip scraping past all the abused walls, the walls that had been worn raw by the cocks that had been s
hoved against them. The tip of his cock rested at my lips for a moment, and I couldn't resist sucking up all the precum that had formed there, allowing the salty taste onto my tongue.
Matt took himself in hand, pumping his thick cock as he stared at my mess of a body, watching as I was ravaged by Michael. He stared at my tits, which were bouncing up and down as I was impaled over and over onto my doctor's dick. "Fuck-" Matt panted, stroking himself to orgasm, eyes fixated on my chest.
He shot his load onto my chest, the cum pooling between my breasts, thick and hot and warm - mouth finally empty, I allowed myself the luxury of moaning, though my voice was raspy due to all the abuse my throat had taken. Matt squeezed out every last drop, sighing with contentment as he finally tucked his cock back into his pants.
"Fuckin' worthless slut-" He growled, slapping my cum-coated tit and causing me to wince.
At last, it was just me and Michael - my mouth and ass felt empty like they never had before. My jaw was seemingly permanently relaxed, lips forever parted. My asshole twitched and leaked cum, desperate for more, even though I knew my body wouldn't be able to handle another round of this.
I focused on Michael and his amazing cock, and finally he was hitting the spots I wanted him to hit. He was thrusting into me ruthlessly, though his movements were growing uneven and patchy as he neared the edge. His eyes were shut as he pounded into me, leaning forward and bracing his hands against my hips.
Finally, he opened his eyes and met my gaze, simeltaneously hitting that one spot, the spot that had made me see stars. I couldn't hold back anymore - I hit my orgasm in spectacular fashion, emitting a cry that was likely heard by everyone left back in that dull, bland waiting room. My spine contorted, back arching, toes folding in on themselves as I rolled my hips down onto that perfect cock.
"Fuck- I'm gonna cum inside, Rose-" Michael panted. I nodded vigorously. "You're okay with that?" He laughed. "Whore - you want my cum, don't you? You want me to knock you up?"
The things he'd brought to light certainly seemed worrying, but in that moment, I wanted nothing more than for Michael to pump me full of his cum, to use me like the dumpster I was. I was a total slut, but more importantly, I was his slut, his plaything, a woman with whom he could absolutely do as he pleased.
Finally, he hit his orgasm, shooting his hot seed past my cervix. I felt a unique sense of warmth pooling in the pit of me, thighs twitching, the walls of my pussy spasming and clamping down around his weeping cock as it unloaded as much as it possibly could. I tipped my head back, crying out as I felt him pump me full of his load.
When he finally pulled out, I could feel the cum dribbling down, likely coating the end of the exam table in an unsavory mix of seed and sweat. I propped myself up on my elbows, basking in the afterglow of orgasm, feeling entirely spent. I couldn't help but wonder if our next appointment would be like this.
My clothes were thrown at me in a rude manner - I caught them, attempting to stand on my unusually shaky legs, cum running down my inner thighs and growing sticky on my breasts. I redressed, feeling like an absolute pervert - I had no idea how I was going to face the patients who had almost certainly heard me moan in ecstacy.
"So, Rose - same time in two months?"
"I don't think I can wait that long-" I admitted.
"Fine. I'll schedule you two weeks from now."
As I limped out of the room, I looked forward to my next appointment, lips pulling up into a smile.
Dominated By Three Marines
I was not a girl who came from a family of status or wealth. Rather, it was the opposite - my mother, a woman who had taken on the task of raising three children on her own - had taught me to be frugal. My childhood was full of food stamps, our apartment partially paid for by the government. Truly, I experienced a life that lacked luxury.
And in all honesty, it had never bothered me. I never had the newest gadgets, never had clothes that looked and felt good on me. Those sorts of things were irrelevant - what mattered was making sure that food was on the table, that my mother wasn't going to collapse under the weight of her responsibilities.
Ever since I was young, I'd dreamt of getting a high-paying job, taking care of my mother and siblings as they grew older. Luckily for me, I was blessed with a mind that caught on to new concepts remarkably fast, earning me some of the best grades in my class. That is - up until high school. Things went downhill pretty fast from there.
It wasn't that my brain couldn't take the work - it was that I had gotten old enough to take on a part-time job. And really, with my mother's health rapidly declining, I couldn't afford to shirk that responsibility. I needed to support her, to support my younger siblings. And so I took on a job that ate away at me, a job that ensured I'd never get a good night's sleep.
I remembered waking up at seven in the morning to get ready for school, and going to bed during the witching hours, those wee hours wherein I'd have the whole world to myself. Who in the world would be awake at 3 in the morning? Only a girl who'd just gotten home from the night shift at the local grocery - I'd shove instant noodles down my throat and pass out within the hour.
My grades suffered dearly, and therefore, I wasn't able to apply for any scholarships. And without scholarships, university was a pipe dream at best. It wasn't until after graduating at age eighteen that I realized something - there were other options. Sure, these other paths were a little scarier, a little more convoluted, and my mother would have to wait much longer to fall into the lap of luxury, but-
If it was my only chance, then so be it. I'd take it.
It was this decision that brought me to this run-down, sketchy-looking building. The recruitment office of the Marines. I was young, female, not particularly strong - but I needed this to work. I'd heard that some of the boys from my old school had followed this path, chasing the promise of paid tuition. I bit my lip as I rested my hand on the door handle.
The building certainly looked nothing like the pictures. It was old, paint flaking and wood smelling rotten. My nose crinkled as soon as I took a deep breath. Briefly, I wondered if I'd been given the wrong address by the helpful advisors online - but the sign was there, as clear as day. Marine Recruitment Office.
Finally, finally, I gained control of my muscles, and I overcompensated by swinging the door open and barging inside. Shit - this was typical of me. I always had to make a scene, somehow. Flushing pink with embarrassment, I shut the door behind me with as much grace and poise as I could muster, and continued on into the room. I wasn't alone - there were three pairs of eyes trained on me.
Three men - one behind a desk, presumably the man in charge of the recruitments - one sorting through a filing cabinet, and one taking a smoke break in the office. My heart leapt up into my throat - really, I hadn't expected these men to live up to the Marine stereotype so perfectly. I almost wanted to laugh, laugh at the way the room grew hazy with cigarette smoke. I cracked a smile, legs still shaky as I approached the front desk.
The man behind the desk was extraordinarily handsome, albeit in a very rugged way. His jaw was chiseled, dotted with stubble - it was obvious that he cared not about his appearance, and yet he managed to be effortlessly attractive all the same. For a plain girl like myself, this trait was extremely enviable.
His hair was dark and cropped short, likely for practical reasons - it wouldn't make sense to have long tresses whilst doing grunt work or going into combat. I tugged at my shoulder-length hair self-consciously, wondering if I seemed unprofessional. I sat down at the chair that faced the desk, watching as this man's deep blue eyes bored into my own. He hadn't said a word yet - meaning it was up to me to break the silence.
"Hello-" I started, voice cracking with nerves, causing the intimidating man before me to grin a little - it was not a lighthearted grin, rather one filled with malice, malice that shook me to my core. I was quite certain that I was going to be made fun of and sent packing very promptly, but there was something inside of me that told me to persevere, to be p
ersistent, to do anything it took to be recruited.
"Why, hello there. You look like you're in the wrong place." He snarled, voice as gruff as you'd expect. It sent a shudder down my spine, and I was instantly overwhelmed by feelings of self-consciousness. He leaned forward, forearms flat against the desk as he stared deep into me, finding my wells of insecurity and studying them in order to gain more ammo to use against me. This man was a man to be feared, that much I could tell.
"I'm not in the wrong place." I insisted, holding my head high and continuing to hold eye contact with him, not wanting to be the one to break first. "This is the Marine Recruitment Center, isn't it? I'm here to join your forces." I sounded utterly ridiculous spewing that drivel, and everyone in the room knew it - the other two men had abandoned their work and cigarettes in favor of watching our exchange.
"Ah, I see. What's your name, young lady?" He asked, tone patronizing as he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Lily. Lily Robinson." I managed, feeling as though even my name would become a joke to him, something he could use to poke fun at me. I was shaking from head to toe, and I was worried the tremors were visible. I steeled myself, trying to put on a brave face as he eyed me up and down, surveying me as a potential Marine.
"Lily, huh? You're here for our scholarship opportunities, aren't you? You don't look like Marine material, if I'm being totally honest." He sneered, smirking down at me. All of a sudden, he got out of his chair, standing tall and showing off his impressive height -he came to stand right in front of me, and I blanched as he grabbed me by the elbows, hauling me out of my seat.
"But we're not the sort of place to just turn people away 'cuz of how they look." He smiled - my heart relaxed a little upon hearing those words. So, there was a chance for me after all, wasn't there? I took a deep breath, exhaling as slowly as possible, attempting to rid my body of the stress that had built up within it. "You're gonna have to work a little harder than our other candidates, though."
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