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“Hey, what gives?” Saint complains.
“Victor wants to see her fuck us, not make out with us,” Angelo says. “So skip the foreplay. Get her pants off.”
I’m squirming a little despite myself. Saint’s hand felt good, and my nipples are hard. Between his kisses and his touches, my body is starting to show interest. I don’t know if that’ll make this easier or more humiliating—or both; definitely both—but I bite my bottom lip to keep from showing them that it’s having an effect on me.
“Whatever,” Saint mutters. “She said she’d do it, and I want her to be wet when I fuck her. I know you don’t care if they’re dry as sandpaper, but I do.” He pulls my pants down anyway, shoving them off to the side.
As a gesture of… good faith, I guess, I pull the shirt up and over my head, leaving myself only in my panties. The same panties they’ve already seen me in, so this isn’t anything new. My cheeks burn anyway. I may have slept with more than a few guys, but never two at once.
Angelo pulls me against his chest. It feels strange to be naked while they’re all fully dressed. It’s very clear who holds the power in this room.
I blush when I notice Victor in the corner of the room, just watching. Is he getting anything out of this? I can’t tell if he’s hard or not. Do I want him to be?
I squeak when Angel wraps an arm around my chest, essentially locking me in place against him. His other hand reaches down and into my panties, his fingers sliding over my clit and between my folds. He huffs a laugh right next to my ear.
“You won’t have to worry about her being dry. The slut is already dripping wet.”
And I am.
How I can be so wet for him, for them, I have no idea, but my body is intent on humiliating me even as my mind rebels against the intrusion.
Saint pulls my panties down, shoving a finger right into me and making me yelp. “My, my. Youarewet,” he says.
I try to draw my legs together unconsciously, only to have Saint push them apart even wider. I’m on display for him, and for Victor, and—and yes, for the camera. I hadn’t realized, but Angelo positioned us perfectly. I tense, but there’s nothing I can do to escape Angelo’s firm hold. Besides, I need to do this. I have to give them an experience they’ll never forget.
Angelo continues rubbing my clit, his breath loud against my ears. “Well, Saint? You gonna get your dick wet or not?”
Saint nods, undoing his fly. I’m worried about what I’ll see, but his cock is more or less average sized, neither a micro-dick nor some monster that’ll tear me apart. It’s longer than usual, but nothing too extreme. It looks clean, which I can’t say for every cock I’ve seen. There’s one thing about it that does stand out: the Prince Albert piercing, which I’ve never seen outside of porn. Even half-hard, Saint’s cock looks like it can give me a good time.
And I have to think about it that way—that this is for me, not them, and I’m here to party just like they are. I’m not going to let this break me down. I’m going to regain control however I can.
“Don’t forget the condom,” Victor adds. I’m irritated, because I know he’s saying it to denigrate me, even though I should be glad they aren’t going to fuck me raw. They keep sayingI’mdiseased, but I’ve got no proof any of them are clean.
“Yeah, yeah,” Saint says, reaching for the condom.
Angelo leans over my shoulder and extends his hand. “Pass me one.” After Saint hands him one, Angel holds it up in front of my face and scoffs. “Victor, this’ll never fit me. I’m way bigger than Saint.”
I’m not impressed. Every man claims he’s too big for a regular-sized condom, then it turns out the thing is even one size too big. I don’t say it, though. I’m already on thin ice with them, and they could turn me over to the household staff.
Because I don’t deny they’d do just that.
Saint must catch something in my expression though, because he laughs. “Doesn’t look like she believes you, Angel. Maybe you should give her a nice look at the goods.”
“Doesn’t believe me? I’m hurt.” Angelo drops the condom between my legs, then bites down on my shoulder. It isn’t gentle, but while he attacks my shoulder he rubs my clit, and my entire body shudders.
Then Angelo shifts our position, and I’ve got his erection pressed against my back. It’s… It isn’t small. I can tell even through his jeans that he’s hung. Maybe Saint can’t tear me apart, but I’m starting to worry that Angelo could.
“Then take her mouth instead,” Victor says impatiently. “I don’t care.”
Angelo stops attacking my shoulder to say, “Nah, it’s fine. Saint, reach into my back pocket, I’ve got a condom there.”
Why the fuck is he just carrying it around? Unless he was planning on getting lucky with me right from the start.
“It’s not your turn yet,” Saint scoffs, shoving his pants and boxers down to his ankles and stepping out of them. “And make her do it. I’m not groping your ass.”
“That’s not what you said—”
Saint levels a death glare on Angelo, which immediately catches my interest. What’s going on with the two of them?
