Chapter 18

As my fingertips drifted along his enormous shaft’s swooping veins, Troy’s soft lips wandered from my throat. When I tightened my grip, his pulse throbbed under my hand.

“Hmm, think she likes me.” He chuckled while peeling off his shirt. As I scanned his rippling, dark muscles, my heartbeat ratcheted higher.

The stud behind me laughed as his fingers left my pulsing walls. At the same time as his zipper parted, Troy leaned to slurp hard on my throat. When he lifted me, my fist trailed upwards to grip just under his apple-sized tip. He tore his lips away to flash that brilliant smile at me.

“It’s all yours, if you want it, baby.” Shadowed by the bright overhead light, his irises glinted.

If I want it? If!

After gripping it tighter, I drew the pulsing tower under me. As he raised me higher, lifting my toes from the floor, I struggled to hold my legs apart.

A yelp tore from me when icy gel squirted onto my lower back.

“What?” I mumbled.

“Oh, you know what, baby?” Troy’s eyes twinkled.

Yes, I damn well did. My favorite—or fast-becoming my favorite—ride. Had they watched the beach video?

As his hands gripped me tighter, my legs swayed forward, rubbing along his muscled thighs. Moan after moan flew from me as fingers slid through the slick lubricant, circling then nudging into my anus, easing it wider. While dangling above the pulsating rod, my body shuddered in midair, swaying as the other man played with my asshole.

“Ready?” Troy asked.

My gaze flicked to him, but he was staring over my shoulder.

Professionals!

“Yeah,” came from behind me.

Something much larger and rounder than a finger poked at me. Still in shadow, Troy’s eyes sparkled. His smiling face slid upwards. The world—stuttered as, pushing into and stretching both orifices, the twin bulbous knobs impaled me.

No air could enter my exhaling mouth. My hands fell away as Troy’s enormous shaft pierced me, trapping my soft flesh against the other hot, ridged cylinder driving into my tearing sphincter. The room fluttered as the pain in my rectum intensified. When my nails rose to claw at his shoulders, Troy’s smile widened.

Then both men stopped.

Professionals!

While gasping for air, on the verge of screaming, I flung my soul into Troy’s black, shining eyes. They twinkled as his hands shoved under my armpits to lift me a short way. As I hung suspended, he lashed out with his tongue to circle a shuddering nipple. His partner licked along my spine. The intense pleasure batted the pain away. Unsure to arch forward or backward, my mind simply locked up.

Even as my brain tried to decide which tongue to track, the pair began slow, shallow strokes, raising and lowering me over and over. Their massive mushrooms pressed deep into the most sensitive flesh of my writhing body. For a while, groans of need replaced moans. But as they tossed me nearer the edge of insanity, I collapsed onto Troy’s shoulder and sobbed.

Tears flooding my eyes, I could do nothing but cling to the towering giant as the two men toyed with me. Again and again, they moved me ever closer to that haunting edge of madness. But whenever they felt the tensing of my stomach and the spasming of my stretched insides, both would halt. With matching chortles, they’d wait for my moaning to fade before starting once more. In their patient, maddening clutches, time vaporized.

Oh God. Such wondrously teasing professionals.

“ ... like being a little fuckdoll, don’t you, baby?” Troy asked before sucking the entire top of one breast into his mouth. His tongue battered its stem.

“Oh...” Under the intense pleasure, I chewed across his bristle-covered scalp. But I had to speak. Had to tell him. My drooling lips peeled upwards. “Oh my ... Oh my f-fucking God, yes!”

I do!

“It is who you are.”

Again, Troy unleashed that rib-shaking guffaw. And once more, the guy in my clenching ass joined in. Then they restarted their little game. One time, as I dangled in midair, pierced by only both fat rims, I cried out in despair at ever being allowed to climax. At least, I think those were the slurred, frothy words that left my lips before they lowered me to suck hard on Troy’s neck. Of course, they ignored their new toy amid more laughter.

But at last, when I tensed once again, my toes curled, nails scratching inside the dangling leather heels, Troy’s fingers tightened. The other man’s hands cupped and squeezed my heaving breasts.

“Pl-Please,” forced from my bubbly lips.

“Okay, fuckdoll.” He chuckled. So did the other guy.

In a blur, Troy’s frame rushed upwards as he slammed me downward. Hot, throbbing flesh bore deep into both tingling orifices, filling me. Delicious flickers of pain spread from my tortured nipples as fingers twisted them.

Pleasure of such soul-rending intensity flooded every nerve in my body.

Desperate for air, I gulped, staring at his bemused face as I bucked, slamming between the two rock-hard men. Wave after muscle-tearing wave wracked my writhing frame while they pumped me up and down along their full lengths. One after another, my undiminishing feral screams echoed off the walls amid the pair’s grunts as they played with their toy.

Played with their little fuckdoll.

“It is who you are.”

Sweat sprayed from my shaking skin until at last, the hands smashed me down onto their pelvises. Twin flexing poles bucked inside my shuddering, spasming insides. Just then, with a loud growl, Troy’s bright white teeth sank into my shoulder. As his heated breath battered me, the man against my spine pulsed my ribs with his trembling fingers. The splashes began.

So deep.

So hot.

When each huge spurt flooded me, I shrieked towards that slender light bar. Blurry, it was spinning ever faster with each forceful pulse. The thumping dance music seemed to keep time with each undulating surge and resulting heated spray.

Too much. It’s all too much.

As if a switch were flicked, every muscle failed. And with a wheeze, my shuddering body collapsed onto Troy. He held me tight until they’d finished, then lowered my shaking feet to the ground. Aftershocks tore through me as my shaky heels scraped on the concrete.

He stepped back, pulling his still spasming shaft from me. At its sudden absence, I gasped into his sweaty shoulder. But when a wave of hot cum slid down my trembling thighs, a long groan ripped from my parted lips.

As soon as Troy’s massive tip plopped free, his eyes widened when I bent forward to nibble and lick my way down his sweat-drenched, musky torso. The salt and man-taste made me flutter. Like a hungry cannibal, I sought the potent aroma of his seed and my sweet fluids dripping from that dangling dark pole.

“Damn, you weren’t kidding, Troy. She really is a party slut.”

Party slut!

After mashing my lips against his searing hot, smooth skin, I placed a sloppy kiss on the center of Troy’s iron-hard stomach. He groaned.

Troy’s party slut.

As he emitted another deep guffaw that had my head shaking against his flesh, the other man’s lengthy pole continued to glide back and forth inside me. It remained steely. Each gentle motion oozed warm fluid to join the copious seed leaking down my legs from my bored-out cleft.

Still hard!

Professionals.

At last, my hands raised Troy’s sticky cock. After tilting my head, I lapped up the salty trail of thick cum dribbling from its enormous helmet. And, with him grunting somewhere in the hazy murk that wasn’t that wondrous, slut-conquering tool, I licked and sucked his shaft clean.

“That’s nice, baby. Very nice. I may keep you.” Another chortle, that one quieter, left him as his fingers played in my hair, keeping it clear of my face. “Would you like that, party slut?”

“Um-hmm,” I murmured, just before slipping that shiny knob between my lips.

When I used the last of my energy to suck, he unleashed a room-shaking groan.

As both men’s large hands gripped my heaving ribs, suspending me between them on my wobbly heels, I scooped dripping warm cum from Troy’s gigantic, prickly balls. My other hand caressed the draining pole as I suckled.

“Told you she liked me,” Troy’s deep voice echoed.

The other man thrust into me. Throwing my chest upwards, I clenched my teeth along the shaft behind its fat mushroom. As Troy groaned, the man probing my ass chuckled. “Slut likes me, too.”

I do. I like them both. A lot.

After a long kiss on the tip, I eased the bulbous orb from my lips and sucked the dripping cum from my fingers. My tongue slid over my glittering wedding rings to get at every sticky remnant.

A knock on the door had my heart stammering.

Dave?

When it opened, a glance past Troy’s wide pelvis revealed—not my husband. Nope, a grinning “boy” from the gym. His eyes locked onto mine, and his grin widened.

“Jesus, horny little bitch, ain’t she?”

“Yeah, she is.” Troy’s hand slid through my hair as I smiled up at him.

“Car’s here, Troy,” the “boy” said, after handing a bottle to him.

“Thanks, man. She’s ready, ain’t you slut?”

Car? Ready for what?

“Need more cock, don’t you?”

As his cum and my spit ran down my chin, I swept my tongue over my sticky lips. I glanced at the ring on my finger.

Dave’s retreating head in the window.

Was he in that car?

Still slowly fucking my ass, the other man caressed my shaking ribcage.

That’s it. Maybe he’s waiting in the car.

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