Page 60 of The Unexpected

I gasp as the dual pressure builds against my asshole. It's overwhelming, impossibly full, yet I crave more. Hunter's dark hands grip my hips while Lachlan's bronzed fingers dig into my ass cheeks, spreading me wider.

"Fuck, she's tight," Lachlan grunts, pushing deeper.

Hunter chuckles, a low, predatory sound. "Just wait till we're both in. This anal whore is about to be stretched like never before."

My nails dig into Hunter's shoulders as the blunt heads of their cocks finally breach my tight ring of muscle.

“Oh!” I scream. “Oh my god!”

The burn is exquisite, a perfect counterpoint to the building pleasure. My eyes roll back as the cocks sink deeper into my ravaged anus, inch by agonizing inch.

"Such a greedy little buttslut," Hunter murmurs, nipping at my neck. "Taking both our cocks at once like a good little whore.”

My response is a choked moan as they finally seat themselves fully inside me. Oh my god, how can they both fit? I'm completely filled, my butt stretched to the limit, and it's the most intensely pleasurable sensation I've ever experienced.

"Oh my god," I whine breathlessly. "Unnnnh!”

The men chuckle.

“It only gets better, sweetheart. Hold on.”

Hunter pulls out slightly as Lachlan pushes in, then reverse. The rhythm is perfect, a friction that sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My clit throbs untouched as they fuck my ass in rhythm together, their balls slapping against my skin with each thrust.

"Feel that, Stella?" Lachlan grunts in my ear. "Two cocks pounding your tight little rear end. You love it, don't you?"

"God yes," I whimper, my back arching. "Harder. Fuck me harder. Trash my ass, Daddies! Use my holes to make yourself feel good!"

They oblige, their movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. I can feel their cocks twitching inside me, swelling with impending release.

"Come for us, buttslut," Hunter pants, his eyes locked on mine. "Show us how much you love being our anal whore."

His words are my undoing. I shatter, pleasure exploding through me as my body convulses between them. My asshole clenches around their cocks, milking them as I scream their names.

“Hunter! Lachlan! Ohhhhhh!”

They follow me over the edge almost immediately. My uncle groans, burying himself deep as he empties into my ass, hot swells of semen overflowing me. Lachlan follows suit, powerful pulses of cum flooding my already overstretched hole until I’m dripping with their combined man milk.

We collapse in a sweaty, panting heap. For a moment, I remain impaled on their softening cocks, basking in the post-orgasmic glow. Then they pull out, and I feel the immediate loss.

"What a mess," Hunter observes with a smirk as thick streams of their combined release begin to ooze from my well-used asshole. "Dripping with our come, just the way I like it."

Lachlan traces the fluid with his finger, pushing some back inside. "Our little anal whore," he agrees, "marked and claimed."

I shiver at their words, already craving the next round, but of course, there’s a charity event going on outside, and our disappearance will be noticed if we stay away too long.

Lachlan tucks himself away, his collar still perfect. “You look beautiful like this,” he says, stroking my cheek. “Fucked and used by two men. How did I ever live without you, Stella?”

Hunter withdraws, wipes his cock with a cloth, and zips up his tux pants. He looks perfect, not a strand of dark hair out of place. But the big man had a good time. He leans in to kiss me tenderly, straightens my hair, adjusts the straps of my gown, and gives my ass a soft, proprietary slap.

“See you back at the table,” he says, and then he’s gone, just like that.

Lachlan waits until I catch my breath, then kisses me as well, soft and slow, and winks.

“You’re incredible, star girl.”

I fix my dress, find my composure, and take a few deep breaths. Oh my god, did that just happen? But it did. I can feel the slow, warm drip of their combined semen seeping from my asshole, and there’s nothing I can do about it because my panties were torn from me, the scrap of lace now completely useless. At least my dress is floor-length, so no one will see. Taking a deep breath, I walk back to the main hall, legs trembling, cheeks burning, while trying to look normal.

No one seems to notice my absence, or if they do, they don’t mention it. The speeches are still droning on, the waiters moving like wraiths through the aisles.