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Jeremy is contemplative as he removes his clothes. Baylee pretends that she's calm and unaffected by the sounds, but she's on my lap. Her every tic, I feel. She's nervous.
That's good. I want her nervous. I know that whore side of her is going to enjoy this immensely, so I need to know the other side is too terrified to cop an attitude.
Jeremy nods to himself, making his decision, plucking a clip off the mannequin. He plays with the little bit of metal and cloth, flicking his nail over the grip as he approaches. Click, click, click.
Baylee flinches at each one.
Good.
Jeremy and I exchange a look. I catch a gleam in his eyes that tells me he's into this. I'm not, not really. Not usually. I like it rough, but head games aren't my thing.
He smacks her tit hard enough even I suck in a breath. Her pussy tightens up for only a second, but my eyes cross and I have to clench my ass to keep my balls from getting too excited.
She whines, and I hear that tone, that bratty fucking tone, right through the bandana.
Jeremy smacks that same tit again. And again. The third time, her whine turns sharp, more of a scared whimper than petulance. His handprint glows on her supple bronze flesh.
I nod to Jeremy. He takes hold of that red, smarting breast, lifts it as though he's going to massage it. The way Baylee sinks against me has me thinking she believes it, only to go rigid when he snaps her nipple up in a clamp.
"Do you like the jewelry I've just given you?" Jeremy asks.
Her eyes may be covered, but I can see the creases in her brow. She'll adjust to the pain, but she's not there yet.
"What, never had your nipple clamped before?" Jeremy continues, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip. He grabs her knees to tilt her up. I slide free from her, but that's okay. I'll get back in her when he's done. "That's surprising, since you're such a whore."
He punches his cock into her, and she cries out. It's a single sound, but I hear anger and pain and frustration and grief and pleasure, so much pleasure in it.
Jeremy fucks her fast and hard and without any regard for her needs, just like I wanted. I want her to know she's nothing more than a toy for men. She's nothing more than an outlet. A possession, a cum dumpster — a thought which disturbs me because I'm really not like this. I'm curious if the other men struggle with this, if their thoughts about women change while they're here. Baylee could be the mother of someone's child – the amount of cum that's gonna get pumped into her tonight, she's gonna be the mother of someone's child – and I can't imagine ever thinking of the woman I have a child with that way.
Except we won't have a child together. It will be mine alone, and perhaps that's it.
Steve and Will join us while Jeremy is fucking her. They each make their selections and join us. Will guides her hand to his cock, but Steve uses his selection immediately: a guard that covers the teeth but forces her mouth open.
Man, Baylee is going to hate that in a matter of minutes, and I gave the men an hour to join us.
He tugs down the bandana and replaces it with the guard, and immediately she's making gurgling sounds. As a team, we all shift so she can lean to the side to suck him off.
"Use your tongue, whore," Will says. The guard is fun, but I'd rather feel her lips on my cock, personally, so I get it.
"Whore's got a good grip at least," Steve laughs as Jeremy comes with a groan. I get my chance to slide back into her pussy. She hasn't come yet herself, and Jeremy's load has left her sticky inside, but I get a couple good thrusts in, working some of that cum out of her.
She coughs and sputters a bit on Will, so I pull back one of her ebony braids and say, "Swallow that cock, whore, or he's gonna come on your tongue, and you're not gonna be able swallow. You're going to suck it down in a salty cum mist on every breath. It's going to be in your lungs, and you're going to taste it on the back of your tongue for weeks. Is that what you want? Everyone will be able to smell it on your breath. Do you want the world to smell your whore breath?"
"Ahhhh, fuck mannnn," Will groans as he shoves himself into her throat so he doesn't do exactly what I warned her was going to happen. Steve and I both have a good laugh as he grumbles, "I was gonna come in that whore's cunt, and you got me all worked up."
Steve doesn't waste another second before shifting her so he can take my place in her pussy, but he adds his selection then: a bullet that straps to her legs so it'll stay in place. He offers me the remote, but I shake my head. "This is for everyone."
He shrugs. "Your show, you got it." He clicks the button a couple times to fire it up to a high, even buzz and starts pumping her as he throws the remote on the table.
Baylee starts making sounds immediately, but the guard keeps anything but whimpers in her throat. She presses herself into me, desperate for escape, but everything is locked in place.
"Aww, poor little brat just needs to come all over Steve's cock, doesn't she?" I coo. "Come on whore, let's get the first out of the way. You got a lot more coming."
Steve snorts. "Was that a pun?Coming—ooh, this whore's still tight as fuck."
"Not for much longer."
Baylee twists to look at me, not that she can see through the blindfold. She can't really emote at all, not as she finally lets go and begins to drip between my thighs onto the chair.
