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“When you’re ready to tell me, right in front of that camera, how many men you let hit that pussy, tap the bed twice. Until then, I’m gonna have you choke on my cock.”

With that, he grabs my lower jaw and forces my mouth to open, pushing himself down my throat. He doesn’t take the time or trouble to do it slowly, his other hand going around the back of my neck and holding me just right for his cock to reach me deep-throat within seconds. I choke and gag on him, tears surging into my eyes, but he doesn’t stop. When I try to close my legs, he grabs one of the leather straps on the bed, and smacks the inside of my thigh, wielding it like a whip. My yelp is muffled against his cock thrusting into my mouth.

“You keep that wet pussy open for the camera,” he orders, my skin burning where the leather whipped it. He folds the strap in his hand, and reaches it between my legs. The leather loop slides between the soaked lips of my pussy, sliding over my inflamed nub.

“How many cocks were there, Mia?” Declan pushes, shoving his dick deeper down my throat. I must look a fucked-up mess in front of the camera. His balls clench as they hit my nose, the belt harsher as it rubs my clit through the slickness. I release a long moan against his thick, throbbing dick as the next orgasm ransacks my body, making me convulse with my legs open, my thighs quivering.

Declan groans like a wild animal as his cum squirts down my throat, warm and thick, the belt disappearing from the exposed, sensitive folded skin between my legs. Gagging on his cum, I hardly even understand what’s going on when he leans over my body, his lips closing around my still pulsing clit. He circles it with his tongue before he sucks it into his mouth, upping the sensation. Giving me no respite between my second orgasm and the third one as he practically sixty-nines me.

His hips keep thrusting into my mouth as his tongue rolls over my clit, playing it and circling it and sucking it, making the next release imminent, inevitable. Tears stream down my face but I start actively sucking him, as hard as I can, determined to make pleasure as unbearable for him as he makes it for me. And as painful. I don’t even try to sheathe my teeth the way I saw in my studies on porn hubs and OF tutorials, but let my teeth graze him, lacing his pleasure with pain.

Declan groans against my pussy, his cock throbbing deep in my throat, ready to come again. My eyes roll back as pleasure pools in my core once again, and I release it on his lips at the same time he pours his second load down my throat. His entire body tightens, his thighs clenching on either side of my head. I can feel the mattress quivering under him, my orgasm intensifying at the idea that it’s me doing that to him.

I can’t believe I just experienced one orgasm after the other while being used in front of a camera by the baddest frat boy on campus–the one I’ve been dreaming about for months. I probably shouldn’t even trust him that he won’t make the footage public, but I don’t give a shit at this point. All I know is that I’m about to pass out from all the pleasure he’s given me.

He rolls off of me and, moments later, we’re heaving next to each other, trying to catch our breath.

“Fuck, damn it, Mia,” he says in that enticing baritone of his, the mean bastard.

It makes me want to let him pound my pussy sore with whatever object he may want to use next time, which finally manages to scare me. This bastard messed with me so hard, that I’d let him do anything he wants with my body. I feel safe in his hands in a way that is definitely sick.

I need to get out of here before things get out of hand, while I can still make it out on my own two feet and not as a wobbly mess.

I scramble to get off the bed, stepping out of my high heeled shoes before I reach the door. I need to be fast, get as far away from him as possible, as fast as possible. I’m coughing as I manage to emerge into the gallery. But before I get to take another step, Declan grabs me from behind, hooking a finger into my choker and steering me right into the banister.

I catch myself against it, but so does Declan, his body trapping mine against the wood. He signals his guys, who start herding the people towards the stairs. Within minutes, the gallery is empty except for Declan and me. He bends me over the banister, my tits hanging over it, and then it happens.

His thick cock enters me from behind, pushing my walls open. I cry out, but he reaches around my head and pushes a finger inside my mouth. One of those that have been inside me, I can taste myself on them.

My tits bounce over the crowd getting it on below, the music pounding in my ears to the same rhythm that Declan pounds my pussy. He grabs my hair, tugging my head back painfully, and running his tongue over my cheek before he puts his mouth to my ear.

“One glance up, and they will see you, little spy. They’ll see me making you my own personal whore.”

I mumble a response, but my words stop against his fist as he pushes now two fingers down my throat, fucking it with them. He thrusts deep inside my pussy, and my eyes roll back in their sockets.

This is the second time I’m fucking Timothy Meyer’s best friend, only that this time I’m not doing it just to spite him. It first happened in high school at prom, just to get on the bastard’s balls, in the back seat of the guy’s car. Then it happened in the high school bathroom, with the same guy. Then in his living room, while his parents were away. But none of those times ever felt anything like this, now, with Declan Santori.

Worth mentioning is the large difference in size between them. Declan’s cock is so big, it would have probably split me open, if he hadn’t gotten me ready with his fingers before. If anyone would have told me last night that today the hottest asshole on campus would be fucking my pussy and my mouth at the same time, practically holding me with my tits dangling over a crowd in punishment, I would have laughed in their face.

But here it is, that very scenario, actually happening.

He fucks me hard, almost brutally, his hips slamming into my exposed asscheeks, groaning in my ear as my pussy tightens around him.

“Fuck, Mia,” he grunts in my ear as his dick thickens and throbs inside me. A good thing I’ve been on birth control ever since my first guy, otherwise we would both have a problem right now for not thinking about protection against an unwanted pregnancy. I’m not worried about disease because Declan is notorious for his obsession with condoms, and besides, his boxing team keeps his health under tight control.

I moan into his knuckles, gagging on his fingers as I come all over his cock, my head spinning with the party all around us.

He keeps from doing the same, even though I can feel it’s a strain for him. My gut feeling is confirmed when, after waiting a few moments for my pussy to still around his dick, assuring him that I’ve given it all, he pulls out and turns me around. He does it by hooking his fingers into the ring of my choker, then pushing me down with one hand on my shoulder. Before I know it, I’m on my knees in front of him, my back to the banister.

Keeping a hand on my choker, he strokes his cock with the other, not to stimulate it, but rather to keep it in check. The purple crest hovers engorged over my face.

“It’s all I can do not come all over your face right this second, little spy,” he says in a hoarse voice that betrays how horny he is. “But you deserve more punishment than this.”

His face, it’s fierce. Those slitted eyes are filled with a need that he barely still keeps in check.

“Tell me the truth, Mia. Have you imagined this before? You and me, fucking?”

I open my mouth in response, my flesh trembling all over me from all the ways he used me, and eager for more. Everything about this man turns me on beyond rhyme or reason.

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