Page 43 of Boneyard HEA

I arch, spine straining hard, offering my ass to this man who just takes and takes me. Compelled by reflexes impossible to deny. And Tomás thrusts into my mouth. Filled at both ends, by two very hungry men.

I grunt as they piston in and out, and I’m gasping for breath, as cock slides over my tongue to the back of my throat, spurting saliva past my already drooling lips. The metal gag keeps my mouth open. I’ve become a convenient pair of holes to them. It’s scary and exhilarating to be used so thoroughly. They slap and smack and grind into me, and the yearning for release builds an excruciating tension in my lower belly.

My clit throbs. My spine bows more than seems possible as I strain to receive them, no matter the disgusting display they’ve made of me.

Somewhere out there, beyond the bright lights, people watch us, watch me being used. I can hear the catcalls.

I’m not to come, he said, but my body has other ideas.

Shaking, panting, I feel the climax coming. Almost, almost there.

Then Loxland snaps out, “Swap ends?”

They pull out. Disappointed, I groan and suck in much-needed air, my head hanging low. I’m empty yet craving more.

My drool drip-drip-drips to the floor below.

Loxland claims a handful of hair on the top of my head and forces up my head. Blearily, hopelessly lost, I go cross-eyed as he feeds his cock into my mouth through the gag hole, pushing over my teeth and tongue. He grunts as he sinks in. I do the same.

There’s a thrust from behind as Tomás impales me to the hilt, his balls slapping onto my pussy and almost my clit. The sounds of wet thudding, of gasping and stifled breaths become relentless. Shamefully, I moan, my eyes closing again. I’m needy and desperate to take whatever they want to give me.

More wild thrusts and again, Loxland pulls out of my mouth.

“Swap. Last time.”

“Fuck, chamos, I wanna come in her here.” But he pulls out and I gasp-whimper at the loss, swallowing a mix of precum, spit, and the taste of cock.

Loxland laughs. “Listen to her. Next time, cunt’s yours.” Feet move on the floor then I’m thrust into, again, taken at both ends, with the ass plug adding a strange overfullness back there. My muscles try to expel it, but Mr Loxland shoves it deeper every time he bangs into me.

The rope on my hands flexes from the force they’re using on me. I’m being spit-roasted while an audience beyond the lights critiques every detail.

Their timing is faster, the fucking harder, and I’m barely getting enough air as whoever has my mouth shoves deep and stays there, his fingers trapping my head, then… my mouth’s flooding with hot come.

Someone unstraps and removes the spider gag.

I swallow a groan as I’m abandoned, apart from the fist holding my hair while excess come spills past my lips.

The last man takes me, noisily, with a jolting slap of flesh on flesh, that shudders my body into the bench, and the heat in my core ramps higher. Tension coils tight until I gulp in another breath and spasm onto his dick. My engorged clit is being rhythmically squashed into the padding of the bench like second-best vibe, but with a man inside me as well.

Ignoring all else, I close my eyes to simply feel.

So close. Then…I’m arching, hard, thighs tensing as he curses, his hands dragging me into his body, glueing us into one organism. One flesh. His sweat drips on my back. Thud, thud, thud. Again. The bench squeaks. My pussy clamps in. Oh. Oh, god. There. There.

Muscles rigid, I shake as the peak of an orgasm takes me, and I cry out and hear distant cheering.

I whimper, and the man still inside me does three…more…body rocking thrusts and penetrates me to the ends of fucking earth. I feel the swell as his come spurts. My inner muscles spasm again in the last echo of my climax. He extracts himself, steps away.

I lie slumped over the bench, panting wildly, unable to do anything except exist.

A smack from an open hand burns my ass cheek. “The bitch came. Naughty, bad girl.”

Tomás chuckles then zips up. “Punish her again, later?”

“For sure.”

They untie me, extract that plug, then, to my surprise, bundle me into a thin blanket, naked and with the collar still on, as they head toward to the entrance, with Mr. Loxland flanking me to the left and Tomás to my right. Almost no one looks at us. Too much is going on in here for anything to be peak entertainment.

We find a bathroom, where I’m instructed to shower and put on a new dress and underwear. Wrung out from everything, I do as I’m told.