positioning and spreading out my legs. They guided me onto the stranger’s naked body, and I felt his fat cock press against my belly. He wasn’t as long as Jason, but he had girth on him.
“Ride him, dirty girl, ride that fat cock.”
I gave it my best shot, leaning back as he rubbed the head against my slit. I lowered myself, all the way and his thickness slid inside me. God it felt so nice.
“Sweet fucking cunt,” he growled.
The stranger’s hands groped at my pussy, squirming his fingers into my flesh.
Jason’s voice in my ear. “Ride that cock, dirty girl, ride it for me.”
“Yes...”
The stranger pulled me flat, until my tits were pressed against his chest. He was hairy and solid, big hands gripping me tight. And then he pumped me, hard and fast, and my ass smacked and rippled as he fucked me like a machine. I could only moan and groan as he took me away, the warm glow of orgasm starting to spread within.
Then he stopped, held me still as Jason’s hands spread my ass from behind. I squealed as Jason slid a thumb in.
“One day soon, dirty girl,” he growled. “One day soon there’ll be so many cocks you’ll be a fucking wreck. A used up, spent, gaping fucking wreck...”
He started fucking my ass with his thumb and I could feel it moving against the stranger’s dick inside me. “Oh God, yes!” I hissed.
“You’re going to take us both, Gemma, right now. You want that?”
“Yes!”
He slapped his cock against my ass as I squirmed on the man underneath me. My tits felt so good against the stranger’s hairy chest, my clit grinding between us.
“Fuck me, Jason! Please fuck me!”
He yanked his thumb away and pushed the head of his cock inside and it was so fucking tight. I felt my ass protesting, stretching, burning raw around his cock.
“Take it,” he growled. “Take it!”
“Fuck me!” I hissed, “Just fucking fuck me!”
I cried out as he buried himself to the hilt, coming to rest on top of me, on top of both of us. It felt so fucking crazy. Two fat cocks in me, two men in control. And I loved it. I fucking loved it.
“How hard do you want it, dirty girl?”
Jason’s breath on my back. The stranger’s minty breath in my face.
“Hard!” I screamed. “FUCK ME HARD!”
Oh fuck, how they fucked me. The stranger bucked, ploughing my pussy deep. Jason changed his angle, going so much fucking deeper, the sensation of the two hard cocks stretching me and passing over each other inside me was a burning orgasm waiting to explode. I could hear the slap of balls against balls. And the grunts, from all three of us, low and loud in the room.
I let them use me, and they used me good, turning me into a panting, aching, horny fucking wreck as they pounded their way towards orgasm.
“Come for me,” Jason growled. “Come for me, dirty girl.”
His words lit the touch paper, setting me on fucking fire. I exploded, holes pulsing and clenching tight around their fat cocks, and I gurgled and moaned and squealed my crazy fucking head off. The stranger underneath me cursed as he shot his load, telling me what a perfect fucking gash I had and how fucking good it felt around his prick. Jason wasn’t far behind, gripping my chubby arse as he slammed into me.
He pulled out and cried out as he came. I felt his hot cum splatter my ass before dribbling down towards my pussy.
I relaxed against the stranger’s chest, breath calming and holes on fucking fire.
Jason slapped my ass, and I knew it was over.
I felt him at my side, sitting close as he caught his breath.
“Hot,” he said. “That was fucking hot. What do you think, Steve?”
Steve.
Steve the stranger laughed. “That was really something special.”
“I told you she was a dirty girl, didn’t I?”
I felt strangely proud. Aching like a bastard but fucking proud.
“She’s gorgeous.” Steve smoothed my hair, ran his fingers down my back with surprising tenderness.
I smiled, strangely comfortable.
“Maybe next time you could bring your gothic friends, too,” Steve said.
My ears pricked. “Gothic friends?”
“From the club,” he said. “After the burlesque-whatsit. The ones we saw you with.”
A hitch of breath from Jason.
What the?
Oh my fucking God.
***
Chapter Fifteen
Jason
I caught Gemma’s hands as she reached for her blindfold. “Stop,” I said. “Just wait.”
“You’ve been watching me? Both of you? What the fuck, Jason?”
Steve mouthed sorry in my direction. Stupid dumb prick.