by Q. Zayne
“Come on you skinny-ass white girl, open up for Clive.”
I tried to open up, but it was impossible. I doubted there was a girl alive who could accommodate that monster. Ralph stepped close and I felt a cool puddle of lube hit my asshole. The big man shoved and slid, the head spreading me, stretching me wide. He forced his advantage, driving the rest in until I felt his nappy pubes on my crack.
“There you go, girl. Take it good! You need this big black cock to open up that tight ass!” He ass fucked me without mercy. It felt like his cock head was banging my heart.
“Let’s all get some,” someone yelled. “Flip her.” With his cock rammed deep inside me, he held me in his arms and lowered himself onto the platform. A white guy with an eagle’s beak on his neck got in the saddle and shoved his cock in my creamed pussy. All I could do was surrender. The brutal ass fuck had broken me. I’d do anything the men wanted. Other men filled my hands with cock. A gob of sperm hit my cheek and cheers went up. The man driving his cock into my face got so deep his pubes mashed into my nose. He ground it full-depth and came, flooding me with such force his sperm backed up out my nose. I cried. The man banging my pussy managed to stretch me to fit while the massive black cock banged up my ass. It was my first double penetration. The cocks were far too big for me on their own, and together, the effect was insane. I felt them rubbing together inside me. I ceased to be human and existed only as holes for the brutal men to fuck and fill. They continued banging me, three on one and more, making my hands do double duty, too.
I couldn’t keep up the hip thrusting and double hand jobs for long, or not long enough. The whoosh of leather sliding over denim alerted me. The guy fucking my pussy pulled out. The ones in my mouth and ass fucked faster as through racing each other to the finish line. They shot in me within seconds of each other. I shook like a rag doll, another orgasm ripping through me. I felt so raw, but the stretching and filling made me fire off at a primal level, it was a deep fulfillment, to be nothing but a receptacle for them. To only exist to serve.
The men flipped me over without a word. The guy standing over me with his belt whipped my ass. I bucked like an unbroken bronco.
“That’s more like it girl. I want you fucking me back or I’ll beat you some more.” He gave me five more hard lashes and I blubbered into the sheet out of control.
My makeup smeared all over the face and the sheet. Cum dripped down my face and more splatted on my hot red ass.
The men flipped me over for him and he shoved his long cock back up me. I worked my hips for him, moving as frantically as I had during the beating to keep him from whipping him again. He wrapped his fist in my hair and yanked my head back. He fucked me to the edge of the platform. My head hung over, giving a group of tough guys speaking Spanish easy access for skull fucking. One slid his hand under my neck and drove his cock into my throat with one shove. His hairy balls rubbed on my face while he hammered his cock way down my gullet. His force worked with the pussy-fuckers to keep me from getting fucked off of the platform. It felt like they were trying to push their cocks deep enough to meet in the middle of me.
“Take it. Take it. Take it.” The pussy-pounding man growled as he punched his cock into me like a battering ram. I bit my lip, working my pussy on him for all I was worth and howling. Finally it was enough, my gyrations or my pain, or both. With a fierce growl, he slammed his cock deep and shot, flooding me with such a big load it overflowed.
More cocks pierced me all at once, mouth, pussy, and ass. A thick-set Japanese guy, a wiry black guy with sunglasses on, a tanned white guy with the body of a man who’d been moving rocks or something instead of lifting weights all shoved their cocks in me to the roots. The ripped white guy was hard all over and had a thick cock that made me grunt as he ground it in me hard. It felt like he was hitting every spot inside me and relishing his power to make me feel his dick. He wrapped his hands around my throat. Ralph got closer. My eyes rolled back. Ralph hovered close, frowning. No doubt he couldn’t interfere as long as the men stayed within rough sex and kinky pain, the things Gabe warned me would be my lot for the night. Like me, Ralph needed to earn his keep.
The big hands cut off my air. Enough to make my pussy squeeze tighter, but not enough to make me pass out. The ex con spewed his sperm into me and released my throat. I gasped for breath. I couldn’t help wondering if he’d taken his choking fun too far to earn his prison time. Strange feeling, knowing violent criminals might be imagining doing even more intense things to me than what they were allowed to do on stage.
“Okay, break time,” Ralph said. A few grumbles, but a line of security guards formed, allowing Ralph to lift me off the stage in his arms. None of the men stroking their hard, or hard again, dicks, gave Ralph any trouble. The man had fire in his eyes as he carried me into a bathroom backstage.
“Care to use the john?”
“Yes.” He set me down on the toilet. Not a thing I’d normally want a man to do, but I was grateful. He stepped away and gave me privacy.
I hobbled out after letting out a burning stream and he supported me to a chaise. I curled up on it, holding myself. He raised a soft blanket to my chin.
“There. Rest now.” He let me breathe in the dark while impatient voices grew louder outside. It seemed like only minutes passed. “That’s it for our 30 minute intermission.”
It was the shortest 30 minutes of my life. Even my breaks as a dancer hadn’t gone so fast. I pulled my hair back, my hands getting slick with sperm. I fought to compose myself. Hard to believe that not that long ago I stood crying on the sidewalk with a handsome stranger. My fears about the future seemed so small compared to this onslaught of cocks.
I took a couple of deep breaths, postponing my return to the stage. Was Gabe happy now? Was this what got him off, getting a girl to trust him and then watching her get banged and creamed all night by the most brutal men he could find? And he probably thought the ex cons were savage. He was the biggest sadist on the island. Ralph helped me sit up and held a bottle of water to my lips. I wiped my mouth on my hand, too exhausted to be dignified. He handed me a cup with a straw and I drank. A strawberry smoothie, cool and refreshing. It gave me a lift. I’d been hitting the dregs of my energy.
“You’re on the home stretch,” Ralph said encouragingly. He held out his arms. “May I?”
“You may.”
He lifted me in his big, warm arms and cradled me to his massive chest. I smiled into his hair, liking his masculine, woodsy smell. Nothing better than a good-smelling man who wasn’t covered in fragrance.
He lifted me in his arms and carried me back to the stage, sparing me the squishy, bowlegged walk in my high heels.
The ex cons took hold of me and carried me to the rope hanging from the rafter. Terror shot through me, giving me an adrenaline rush that put me on high alert. For a horrible moment I thought they were going to hang me.
A stage hand brought padded wrist cuffs, put them on me and helped to string me up. He pulled the rope until I dangled with only the tips of my pretty red shoes touching the platform. My ass still burned from the ass whipping. Sounds of admiration rose around me. One of the men pushed my back and set me swinging. My big breasts swayed and bounced to the delight of the men.
Rough hands grabbed me. I closed my eyes. I didn’t care anymore who they were or what they looked like. The heat in my ass intensified as another too-big cock forced its way in. The guy in front pushed and worked, cussing because there wasn’t room for his monster dick. He shoved harder. They worked together, sawing in and out, made both cocks fit. I howled.
The pressure on my wrists and the helplessness of being on tip-toe intensified the double bang. I dangled there, skewered in both directions with the two of them sawing at me. The tightness and friction must have been extreme on their cocks. They didn’t last long and some of the other men heckled them for getting off so fast.
I was relieved. I didn’t know how much of that I could stand. The hotness factor of banging a dan
gling girl seemed to work for the rest of the ex cons, as well. I was easy for them to maul, with my soft round, pink-tipped breasts thrust out high from having my hands secured overhead and my ass firm and round with my legs tensed trying to hold onto the platform with the toes of my sexy shoes. Based on the enthralled expressions on the tough men’s faces, I was eye-candy. They liked running their hands up and down my fully exposed body. The lines in front and back moved faster than I expected as the last few men with hard-ons kept coming to take a turn.
One guy squeezed in to suck my nipples while another two timed their first thrusts to skewer me at the same time. I yowled and rocked my hips for them the best I could in my helpless position. They finished fast, making it easier on me to get double dicked so hard and deep. They pulled out with a squishing sound. Sperm ran down my legs.
Unbelievably, no one touched me. The lines were gone. I’d done it. A small bubble of elation rose in me. I’d done the impossible task, like a hero in a fairy tale.
The auctioneer clapped his hands. “Gentlemen, if you will rise and approach the stage, it’s time for our last act.”
Guards escorted the ex cons to one side of the stage and blindfolded them. Other guards went into the audience tiers with robes and face masks. Of course they’d allow the club members full anonymity. The stage hands lowered me so I could sit and rest during the changing of the bangers. One of them put a dark blindfold over my eyes. Panic welled in me. I’d liked having my eyes closed, but I didn’t like having my vision taken away. No doubt they didn’t want to take any risk of my being able to identify anyone. The chance sight of a birthmark, mole, or other identifying feature could blow someone’s cover. These were men who didn’t want scandal and could go to any lengths to avoid it. It was better for me than I not see them. As powerless as I felt in the blindfold, there were worse things. Far worse.
A hand squeezed mine. “You okay?” Ralph asked.
“Yes. I’m okay. Thanks.” He held a water bottle to my lips and I drank.
Ralph helped me stand. The rope tightened, drew me up on tiptoe by the wrist cuffs. I groaned. My arms and shoulders protested being stretched again. I had slightly more slack, by accident or intention, so I got a better toehold. As scary as the ex cons were, the billionaires were scary too. I wanted to shake my hips and give them a good time. A few low comments and whistles reached me. I heard the mass of ex cons leaving their side of the stage and being seated by security guards doubling as courteous ushers. The billionaires mounted the stage from the opposite side. I sensed there weren’t nearly as many of them as there were ex cons, based by the approaching footsteps. The sooner I got them off, the sooner it would be over.
The main difference I noticed was that while the men’s touch was abrupt, peremptory and uncaring, it wasn’t as rough as what I’d experienced from the ex cons. Even though I couldn’t see the billionaires and they were robed, I could tell as they pressed their bodies against me they had far less muscle. But their cocks were hard, and two by two they filled me, fucked my dangling sex toy body and squirted more sperm up my pussy and ass. It took all my concentration to keep moving my hips. I made myself moan like a porn star, helping that would help them feel like big studs and get them off faster. I even threw in a few choruses of “Yes, baby, yes,” eliciting cheers. I stroked their egos and their dicks, fulfilling my contract.
My senses stayed keen for any sign of Gabe but I didn’t hear him, smell him or feel him. He didn’t approach me. I would have known. The other billionaires had their fill, rooting in the ex cons’ sloppy seconds and making my pussy overflow down my legs and into my shoes.
One final stud picked up the pace of his fuck and pulled my legs up around my hips. He was almost as big as one of the select ex cons, as though the billionaires had by consensus saved the best for last. Cheers rose up from billionaires and ex cons alike as he pumped me so hard he made me grunt with each thrust. He slapped my ass in times with his fuck strokes. I lost control to the intense feeling of the spanking making his cock jab my g-spot just right. I convulsed on him, moaning for real and my traitor pussy gushed again. Cheers, roars, and applause surrounded me. The stagehands let me down. I suspect I got a standing ovation.
Best of all, it was over. Ralph squeezed my hand.
“You did great, Minx.” He wiped me down with soft damp cloths, removing gobs of tribute sperm from my face and hair but leaving the blindfold in place. “Okay if I give you another ride? I mean a lift off the stage?” His voice came out rough and soft at the same side, full of an emotion I couldn’t identify.
“That would be great, thanks.” I was hoarse from all the face fucking and screaming. “I sure don’t feel like walking anywhere.”
I cherished him for asking every time, helping me to feel like I wasn’t totally powerless, refraining from taking anything else away from me when he could have done anything he wanted to me.
He lifted me again in his big arms and I felt safe. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Ralph carried me to the backstage shower. Holding me up with one arm, he got the water the right temperature. He supported me and took off the blindfold, helped me into the soothing, warm spray. Oh to feel clean again. He washed me everywhere, his big arm holding me, his hand gentle.
He toweled me off, going easy between my legs.
“Let me help you upstairs. Okay if I dress you and pick you up?”
I nodded. He was such a gentleman. I knew he’d take care of me and I could let him.
He dressed me in a soft, fluffy white robe and picked me up in his arms. For a woozy moment I flashed back to wearing an identical robe on Gabe’s jet. A battalion of security guards accompanied us upstairs.
From the suite’s picture window I saw guards respectfully escorting the ex cons to a cruise ship. a feast awaiting them
“Where are they going?” I tilted my head to look up into Ralph’s face.
He was still holding me, looking out over the balcony with me at small fairy lights along the island’s pathways and the moon’s reflection on the calm sea. He wasn’t even breathing hard from hefting me up the stairs. It was crazy romantic, even though I’d never been less in the mood for romance.
“Gabe booked that ship to take them on a cruise to their top-choice cities, a classy way to reinforce the advantages of keeping their mouths shut.”He turned away from the view and took me to the bed.
A funny feeling went through me. He set me on my feet and I wished I was still in his arms. He turned down the bed with its soft Egyptian sheets and tucked me in.
“Ralph, could you, will you — stay with me? Spend the night, I mean?”
His face worked, like he didn’t know how to respond. Finally, he nodded and I sighed in relief.
He undressed briskly and I tried not to stare at all his ripples and bulges, but couldn’t help admiring the rampant cobra on his hip. The eyes moved, and the hood flared, I was sure of it! I peeked at his fine ass. Wow. What a man. I could hardly believe I could enjoy the feast so much after the non-stop beefcake I’d been under and between all night.
He looked around the room.
“Here, right here with me.” I lifted the covers and patted the bed.
“All right. I want you to sleep good. Guess there’s no place better to guard your body. That’s all I’m going to do. You need to rest.” He lowered his eyes and slid into bed next to me. For a few minutes we stayed still, unspeaking. Part of me wanted to just rest in feeling so safe and good with Ralph, but a question nagged at my mind.
“What is it with Gabe? He brought me here and it seemed like — well, like more personal than being in his sex show. I hope you don’t mind me asking that. I won’t repeat anything to anyone.”
“You’re right that it was personal. He never brought a girl here for a visit before having her sign the contract. He never invited a girl to live here. And he never paid a girl for a show as much as he’s paying you.”
“He told you all that?”
“Yeah, I
know the details. I may work for him, but we go way back. Gabe wasn’t always a billionaire. He didn’t come from money. He made it, every cent of his fortune. I respect that. And he’s a good man. But he’s a wrecked man.”
“What do you mean?” I rested my hand on his chest.
He covered my hand with his and shut his eyes as though thinking deep on how to answer. I’d asked the right person. It looked like I’d finally get the answer to the mystery. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. It felt wrong to go behind Gabe’s back. But he hadn’t been fully honest with me. And if I was going to live here and accept his generosity, I needed to know what was going on. I couldn’t bring myself to ask him why he rushed away from me. It still hurt. I’d just taken countless brutal cocks in every opening in my body, but what hurt was Gabe rejecting me. Go figure.
“His fiance died. He blames himself. It was a car bomb, meant for him. Blew Natalie apart right in front of him a week before the wedding date. That’s when he changed his name and bought this island.”
“That’s horrible.” I covered my mouth.
“Between you and me, I think he’s kind of looking for her. You know what I mean, he wants someone, but his heart’s still set on her, so every girl, he’s testing her to see if she fits the place that’s just like Natalie in his heart, but of course she can’t fit. You can’t, no other girl can, and Natalie’s dead. So he wasn’t rejecting you, he was rejecting you not being Natalie, if you get what I’m saying.”
“I get it. Thanks for telling me.” I was stunned by his perceptions, and not just because I’d been fucked brainless.
Again, I’d underestimated him, my mind still judging him based on his looks, selling him short. Whether he was entirely right about Gabe’s hangups, it was an observant, astute, and thoughtful answer.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Minx. Not a thing. It’s all him.”
“You make me feel a lot better.” I kissed Ralph’s cheek. He had a faint whiff of soap from the shower and his bristles rasped my lips.