“Crazy? I want you to feel good, dirty girl, not crazy.”
I gasped as he gently lifted my breasts, taut nipples scraping against the fabric of my slip. Holy shit the tingles. His lips pressed to mine, soft and warm. That scent – citrus-musk – so fucking horny.
His lips left mine. He let go of my breasts and gently tweaked my nipples.
“Now tell me you feel good, dirty girl. Tell me you want to be devoured by strangers.”
“Good, I feel good, so good,” I rasped. “I want it. Oh God, Jason, I want those strangers so bad.”
“You should see all the toys I’ve laid out for you, dirty girl. Big, fat dildos, chubby fucking butt plugs... but none so fucking brutal as the cocks you’re going to take for me.”
Jesus! I felt the heat between my legs and a trickle of my juices on my thigh. This was insane. Fucking insane. We’d gone through all the guidelines, over and over again. Nothing left to say. This was it. The mattress dipped in front of me and I groaned as his thumb balled my clit.
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“I’m going to be watching you getting fucked, Gemma. Make me proud, dirty girl.”
My face was on fire. “I’ll make you so proud, Jason, I promise.”
“That’s my girl.”
On my knees in shackles in a barn in the middle of nowhere. My breath was ragged, loud in my ears. Heart pounding in my chest. I struggled to keep my calm as a cool draught tickled my legs and footsteps approached; the heavy thud of boots. Multiple pairs. A deep laugh.
“Well, well, well,” a gruff voice said. “Here’s our little slut all trussed up pretty, and man, look at that hair.”
“Gorgeous,” someone else said.
I turned to the sound, even though I couldn’t see a thing.
Another voice. “She looks like she fucking wants it, doesn’t she? Look at that sopping fucking snatch.”
“Dirty bitch. You cooked us up a treat, Jase. A real fucking treat.”
“She looks ready for it. Gagging for it. So fucking dirty.”
“We’re gonna tear your fucking pussy open and make you scream, you dirty little slut.”
“Ride your sweet chubby ass until you groan like a whore.”
“Beautiful tits, too.”
“She wants it, she fucking wants it, filthy bitch.”
I jumped as the first hand landed. It gripped at my ass, fingers digging right in. “Nice.”
Hands on my face, a hot mouth clamped over mine, sloppy tongue pushing its way in. It felt seedy, unpleasant. Horny.
“Open your mouth and kiss me like you fucking want it.” A hand yanked my hair, held me tight until I opened up. I thought back over all the times I’d brought myself off to this fantasy, all the times I’d dreamed of dirty bad strangers making me their plaything. This was it. My real chance. I groaned, sucking his tongue into my mouth like the dirty little slut Jason wanted me to be. I wondered where he was, imagined him sitting on a hay bale with his cock in his hand. The stranger was so slobbery, so wet, tasting of stale cider and fuck knows what else. A wiry beard scratched my chin, but I didn’t care. I let him gobble on my mouth, opening up for more even when my face was slick with his spit. Wet fingers between my thighs, poking at my clit, and a mouth, on my right nipple, sucking hard through the material.
I didn’t even attempt to discern who was who. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Outside of my blindfold my pirates were groping me.
I heard the fabric of my slip tear, then rough hands bounced my tits up and down as the others jeered their approval. They pulled on my nipples, jiggling my tits all over the place. It felt fucking wonderful.
The mattress dipped under my knees as someone got to their feet. A thick meaty dick slapped my cheek.
“Open your throat,” he grunted. “All the fucking way, baby. Swallow me up.”
He jammed it in and I retched, spluttering around his cock as someone wriggled a thumb in my asshole. The mattress creaked as another man took to his feet, another meaty dick stretching my mouth. Someone pinched my nose, grunting their excitement as I tried to pull away.
“No fucking way, darling. Gobble us up, that’s fucking right. Take it.”
Fingers in my pussy, at least three. They weren’t hitting the spot, not even close, and I felt all the dirtier for it. The mattress dipped again, my knees parted, legs touching against mine. I heard the tear