Chapter 4

Lost in thought, Amora almost missed the light. She slammed on the brakes, her car screeching to a halt just before the white line. She glanced at the car next to her, embarrassed, but the driver, a man with a salt-and-pepper beard, didn’t seem to have noticed. He was looking straight ahead, his hands on the wheel, oblivious to the needy slut in the car next to him. Amora found herself staring at his big manly hands, thick fingers, and neatly trimmed nails. She imagined those hands on her body, groping her tits, forcing her legs apart.

There were two other men in the car with him. They looked closer to Amora’s age, maybe in their late twenties. One was in the passenger seat, dark-haired and clean-shaven, with a sharp, intelligent face. He was typing on his phone, his thumbs flying over the screen. The other was in the back, a blonde in a tight-fitting t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms and chest. He was in profile to her, looking out the windshield. Each of the three were attractive in different ways, and Amora’s cunt wanted them all.

Those men had what she was craving. Hidden just beneath their clothes, each of them had a cock that could fill her cunt and satisfy the desperate ache. She imagined what they might look like. The driver would be nice and thick, with a heavy set of balls. The passenger would be a little longer, with a slight upward curve that would hit her G-spot just right. And the blonde would be long and perfectly straight, with a big, flared head. Three sexy cocks she could suck and fuck until she drained their balls with her body like a good little slut should.

The fantasy bloomed. What if they looked over and saw her, a hot little piece of ass alone in her car, her sexy body just waiting to be used? What if they liked what they saw so much they decided they had to have her? They would drag her from her vehicle, right there in the middle of the intersection, and strip her naked in front of everyone. They would make her spread her legs and show off her dripping wet cunt so everyone could see what a horny slut she was. She would struggle and cry, but her body would betray her. Her nipples would be hard and her clit would tingle with sick excitement at the humiliation of all those eyes on her naked body and the knowledge that three complete strangers were about to use her as a fucktoy.

The bearded driver would be first. He’d push her to her knees and pull out his cock, thick and hard and leaking pre-cum from the excitement of having her at his mercy.

“Suck it, bitch,” he’d growl. “Show me what that mouth is for.”

Amora would want his cock in her mouth so badly, but she would feel she had to pretend to be a normal woman who was scared and horrified by what was happening. “Please, don’t make me,” she’d beg. “Don’t do this. Someone help!”

No one would help. They would just watch while she struggled, tears running down her cheeks as the man tried to force his cock between her lips. She’d try to keep her mouth shut, but he would be too strong. He would grab her by the hair and force her head back, his other hand pinching her nose closed. When she finally opened her mouth to gasp for air, he would shove his cock in, filling her mouth, the head pressing against her throat.