Page 103 of Shamefully Trained

A hand remained on my lower back, keeping me arched. Another spread over the back of my neck. Then I felt the blunt head of a cock at the entrance to my vagina, pressed there from behind.

My eyes flew open.

“Keep them open now, slut,” Porter said.

Before I could answer, Gowry pushed into the aching sheath of my pussy. I cried out. My body had been so wound, so prepared, so inflamed by everything they had done with their hands that the intrusion felt enormous and immediate and shockingly good. He filled me in one heavy thrust that made the table shift under my knees.

At the same instant Porter stepped in front of me and put his hand under my jaw.

“Mouth,” he said.

I opened at once.

His cock pressed onto my tongue and then entered. The shame of it, the speed of it, the fact that I had gone in a few seconds from being touched and evaluated to being properly, brutally occupied at both ends of the same axis of submission, with one man in my pussy and the other in my face, nearly blasted my mind apart.

Gowry began to fuck me first, measured and deep, from behind. Each thrust moved me forward onto Porter’s cock. Porter took my mouth with a quicker rhythm, one hand in my hair, the other behind his back. I could do nothing but receive them both. My body rocked between them. My hands slipped a little on the polished wood. I heard wet sounds, little choked noises from my own throat, the faint creak of wood.

The table felt small beneath me now, as if all of me were concentrated into points of contact and penetration. Gowry drove into my pussy again and again, and each time Porter’s cock slid farther along my tongue or struck the back of my throat if the movement lined up just so. I gagged once. Porter did not stop.

“That’s it,” he said roughly. “Take it.”

I did. God, I did. My cunt tightened around the man behind me as if it had forgotten every principle except service. My mouth opened wider and tried to make itself soft for my sponsor’s penis. Tears stung my eyes. The six cane stripes on my bottom burned each time Gowry’s lap met me. Everything had become too much and not enough at once.

Then, suddenly, Porter withdrew.

The sudden emptiness of my mouth made me gasp. Gowry remained in my vagina, still giving me hard, claiming strokes from behind while Porter stood close enough that I could feel his attention on my wet lips and my flushed face.

He put one finger under my chin.

“Are you satisfied now?” he asked.

The question made me feel my own greed. It made me hear what I had asked for and what I was apparently about to ask for again. It made me confront the fact that this was not enough.

The hot blood traveled anew through my whole body. Gowry gave one more thrust into my pussy and held there, his hands gripping my hips hard, while I fought to speak.

“No, sir,” I whispered.

Porter’s eyes did not leave mine. “No?”

I shook my head once. My voice cracked. “Please… please, sir.”

“Use your words.”

That nearly undid me. I was atop a coffee table in a senator’s office with one man’s cock in my pussy and another man making me articulate the next obscenity I wanted.

“I want…” I had to stop and swallow. “I want one of you in my… my cunt… and the other in my ass.”

The silence after that seemed to roar.

Porter smiled very slightly. “I thought you might.”

What happened next felt dreamlike. Gowry withdrew, and the emptiness in my pussy made me clench around nothing with shameful protest. Porter moved me, guiding me down from the table with one hand at my waist and another at my arm. My legs trembled so badly that I would have stumbled if he hadn’t controlled the transition. He sat down on the couch behind me, spreading his thighs, and drew me with him until I understood.

I made a tiny desperate sound.

“Yes,” he said. “You asked for it. Come here.”

He positioned me over him, my back to his chest, my feet atop his trouser-covered knees. I could feel his cock at my anus already, firm and very slick from my mouth. One arm came around my waist, holding me firmly. His other hand went between my legs, touching my pussy once, as if to make sure I was still wet. The confirmation of it humiliated me anew.