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“No, you’re not,” the man beside me purrs. “You’re just going to play with her like I am.” There’s a note of teasing in his voice, but this time, it’s not for me. I watch with rapt attention, chest rising and falling with my breaths as he runs his palm over the bulge in his partner’s underwear. Teasingly at first, before he grinds his hand against it, eliciting a gasp in reply.
“You don’t mind, right little cat?” the auburn-haired man teases. “He’s not going to fuck you. Promise we wouldn’t do anything like that without you being fully sober and knowing who we are. But he wants to touch you so badly…let me tease him a little with your body, won’t you?”
I doubt he’s waiting for an answer. Especially when he dips his gloved fingers into his partner’s black underwear and frees his cock that’s already straining against the soft fabric. As if in response, the man in front of me moves, hands coming up to cup my breasts.
“Can I take this off?” he asks breathlessly, attention back on me. “I’ll be nice—”
“I don’t think she wants us to be nice.” His partner drags my skirt up, hiking it up over my thighs so both of them can see the matching underwear I have on. “Gorgeous,”he says again, and shoves them to the side easily. “Do you want us to treat you nice and delicate, little cat?” I can hear the goading in his words, even before I shake my head. “Or would you rather us play a little rough? We’ll put you back together and make it all better after, I promise.” His fingers spread my slit, index finger free to stroke between my folds which pulls a whimper from my throat.
“He wants to fuck this cunt so bad, pretty cat,” the auburn-haired boy tells me frankly. “I bet if we could see his face, he’d be biting his lip and lookingsostressed out.”
“Why don’t you fuck me?” I whisper, eyeing up the man in front of me in his all black outfit. It’s the alcohol that makes me this bold. I know I’m tipsy, verging on buzzed; but that only makes me speak my mind. “If you want to so badly.”
“Because, sweetheart, you’re not sober enough for me to do that,” he replies with no hesitation. “Didn’t I tell you that?” But as if to satisfy us both, he unhooks my bra and slides it off of my arms, hands coming back so he can palm my breasts with a breath of satisfaction. “You really are perfect,” he murmurs, leather gloves warming to my skin temperature. “I bet you’re perfecteverywhere. You’d feel so good around my cock.”
“Not that you’ll find out if you don’t fuck me,” I point out, still holding out hope for that.
“She has a point,” his partner teases. “But he has a better one. We don’t fuck tipsy girls. No matter how much they beg for it. Which…I would totally not be opposed to. You begging, I mean.” His finger slides into me, pumping in and out while his partner moves to flick his thumbs over my nipples, teasing them until I squirm under him.
“You move around so much,” he laughs lightly. “When I fuck you, should I pin you under me with my hand in your hair? He can hold you if that’ll make it better, while I breed that sweet little pussy.”
“Fuck.” I don’t mean to say it, but how can I not? He takes it as encouragement, his movements becoming rougher, until he’s pinching my nipples hard enough that I yelp at the sharp pain that’s definitely not quite unpleasant. My hands come up to grab at his wrists, scratching at the skin between his gloves and the cuffs of his hoodie.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Scratch me up all you want, little cat. Here.” He pulls away just for a moment, just long enough to jerk his sleeves up to his elbows. “Leave all the marks you want.” One hand comes back to play with my breasts again, still just as rough, but the other is once more around my throat, fingers slipping into place under my jaw and pressing until I swear I start to see stars.
Only then does he release me, and as blood rushes back to my brain, I realize I’ve gripped that arm instead. Sure enough, I can see the red marks from my nails across his wrist and up his forearm. His partner takes advantage of my distraction to slip another finger into me, then pumping them in and out of me while hestillholds me open.
“Y’know…” His free hand moves, but instead of touching me, he jams his fingers into his partner’s back pocket and shoves.The action catches his partner off guard, so he stumbles forward until he’s pressed against me; and even with the fingers in my pussy, Ifeelthe line of his cock against my folds. “You look much better like that, my love,” he laughs darkly, sliding his fingers free.
“Shit,” his partner curses, face turning up to mine even though I can’t see his expression. “I don’t want to hurt you—”
“You’re not,” I tell him, my eyes wide. Tentatively, I wrap a leg around his hips, and a small grin flicks against my lips. “Fuck, you’re really not.”
“Are you sure?” he’s already moving as he says it, sliding his length along my slit, getting my wetness all over his cock. “I can stop.” The hand still teasing my nipple falls, though I find it a second later when he presses his thumb against my clit. “If you want me to, sweetheart.”
“She doesn’t want you to.” His partner is on his knees at my side, fingers wrapped in my hair to jerk my head back so I’m looking up at him. “I want your hand,” he tells me, and I realize his jeans are undone as well, and I can see that the man between my thighs isn’t the only one worked up. “I want your hand on my cock, darling. Can you do that for me?”
It definitely feels only fair. And I do what he says without him needing to ask again, letting him guide my hand into his underwear, fingers around mine as he forces both of us to grip his length.
“There you go. Just like that,” he encourages, still holding my hair tight with his other hand. “You’re so good for us. I bet we’d have so much fun with you if we could take you home. Do you want to take her home?” he asks his partner, still guiding my hand up his cock. “She doesn’t have a collar, and possession is nine-tenths of the law, right? Weneeda pet. Especially a pet with a mouth that was made to be fucked.” His hand leaves mine, coming instead to grip my jaw and force me to stay like I am, his mask filling my vision.
“We’re not good pet owners,” his partner moans, still grinding against my slit. His thumb rubs against me, sending a burning need throughout my entire body. “And you’re so fucking wet, sweetheart. You’re just begging me to fuck this pussy.”
“Have you ever had your mouth fucked? And I don’t mean ‘have you ever given a guy head,’” the man gripping my chin and hair asks. “No, I mean, have you ever been put on your knees and had someone’s hand in your hair”—his tightens in mine, as if to make a point—“while they fuck your mouth and throat like it belongs to them?”
“No.”
“Good. Because I’d love to be your first.” My fingers tighten just a little, and his breath hitches as I adjust my movements. “Fuck,just like that. How wet is she?”
“She’s soaked,” his boyfriend replies. “I think she’s going to come soon.” He’s not wrong, I realize with a jolt. I can feel my thighs trembling, my muscles tight from the effort of keeping one of my knees hooked around his thigh.
“Be a shame if you just accidentally slipped in and fucked her pussy,” the auburn-haired man remarks offhandedly, like it wouldn’t be a shame at all. “I bet you’d look better with his cum dripping out of you. I know I’d rather come inside you than on your fingers, but…” I feel a shudder go up his spine. “Beggars can’t be choosers. Tighten your grip, darling, I’m not going to break.”
I do what he says, following his instructions whenever he asks me to move or adjust my grip. It’s hard to focus on either of them, and when their hands move and touch me all over, I find myself flinching at every new sensation as the heat builds in my core.
“Damn, sweetheart,” the man between my thighs breathes. “You’re practically begging me to fuck you. Do you know how soaked you are? Do you want to come for me?” he asks, as his thumb speeds up on my clit. “I want you to come for me. In this shitty bathroom while we play with you however we want. That sound good?”
“I…” It’s so hard to think or give him a straight answer, with all the different stimuli. “I want to come.”
