Used and Loving It

The room pulsed with molten, amber light, bathing the tangled, writhing bodies in a golden sheen. It was stifling, the heat wrapping around us, amplifying the scent of sweat and arousal that saturated the air. Pleasure was everywhere — moans, grunts, the unmistakable slap of flesh against flesh — and I was drowning in it, letting it pull me under. I scanned the scene, my body already aching for more, and then I saw him: masked, powerful, and moving with a purpose that made my skin tingle with anticipation. His dark eyes bored into mine, and everything inside me lit up with desire — deep, desperate, and all-consuming.

I loved it. I loved every second of it, and the knot of excitement twisted deliciously in my belly. His approach was slow, calculated, like he knew exactly how to make me melt before he even touched me. His gloved hand extended, fingers curling around my wrist — his grip firm, possessive. There was no hesitation, no resistance. I wanted this. I wanted him. My breath hitched as he effortlessly slipped the restraints around my wrists, binding me in place as if staking his claim, pulling me into the center of the room where everyone could watch me be devoured.

I was pushed to my knees, my skin brushing against the cool floor beneath me, sending a jolt of sensation through my thighs. The rough yank on my hair forced my head back, the sting of pain making my lips part in a gasp. The sharp tug only ignited the growing fire between my legs, and I arched my back, offering myself up like the eager slut I was. There was no fear, no doubt — just hunger, a burning need to be taken, to be used, to be filled.

“Good girl,” a voice growled behind me, hot against my ear. “You’re ours tonight. You love this, don’t you?”

I moaned in response, the words sending shivers down my spine, igniting every nerve in my body. The hands were on me instantly — grabbing, squeezing, teasing, dragging their fingers over every inch of my skin. My nipples hardened as fingers grazed them, pinching just hard enough to make me gasp, before moving lower, down my trembling stomach, finding my pussy already dripping wet.

The touch wasn’t gentle, and I didn’t want it to be. Fingers plunged inside me, filling me, stretching me open as I whimpered in pleasure. My thighs trembled, hips instinctively pressing down against the hand inside me, needing more, needing everything they could give me. And then another hand grabbed the back of my head, yanking me forward, forcing my lips against the thick, rigid base of a cock.

I didn’t hesitate this time. My mouth opened eagerly, tongue sliding over the smooth skin as I took him into my mouth, savoring the taste of his salty pre-cum. His cock was hot, heavy on my tongue, and I moaned around it, loving the way he throbbed against the roof of my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair, and I let him, let him push deeper until his cock hit the back of my throat, my body welcoming the intrusion.

I gagged as he thrust into me, tears springing to my eyes, but I loved it. I loved every rough, demanding movement. The harder he pushed, the more my throat opened, taking him deeper, until my lips were pressed against the base of his cock, my nose buried in his musky scent. He fucked my mouth mercilessly, his hips snapping forward, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper, my throat constricting around him.

I was dripping down my thighs, every stroke of his cock down my throat sending a wave of heat straight to my pussy. My jaw ached, my throat burned, and I didn’t care. I wanted him to use me, to fill me, to make me choke on his cock until I couldn’t breathe.

He pulled out just as my lungs screamed for air, leaving me gasping, saliva dripping from my chin. But there was no break, no time to recover. Hands gripped my hips, lifting me up like I weighed nothing, positioning me on all fours. I felt the slick head of another cock pressing against my pussy, and I moaned, spreading my legs wider, desperate to be filled.

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” someone muttered behind me, and I felt the thick shaft slide into me, stretching me wide as he buried himself deep inside my dripping cunt. I cried out, head falling forward as my body rocked with the force of his thrusts. He fucked me hard, deep, and I loved every second of it — loved how my pussy clenched around him, slick and tight, pulling him deeper with every thrust.

But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed to be filled completely.

And then I felt it. Another cock, thick and demanding, pressing against my asshole. My breath hitched, my body quivering in anticipation. I pushed back, begging for it, needing to be stretched, to be used. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me open, and I moaned as the thick head pushed in, the slow burn of being filled sending a shock of pleasure through me. Inch by inch, he slid inside, stretching my tight hole until I thought I might break. But I didn’t. I took him. I took every inch of him, my body trembling as both cocks filled me, driving me wild.

They fucked me in perfect rhythm, one cock slamming into my pussy while the other filled my ass, the sensation overwhelming, addictive. I was their fucktoy, and I fucking loved it.

“Look at her, fucking taking both of us like a good little slut,” one of them growled, slapping my ass hard. The sting of the slap only fueled the pleasure coursing through me. I couldn’t get enough.

My body was trembling, my pussy dripping as I was fucked harder and harder, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge. My clit throbbed, aching for attention, and then I felt it — fingers rubbing in tight, delicious circles, sending shockwaves through my already overstimulated body.

I screamed as the orgasm tore through me, my pussy clenching hard around the cock inside me, my ass spasming around the other. My body convulsed, squirting as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me. But they didn’t stop. They kept fucking me, harder, faster, pushing me through the orgasm and into another, my entire body shaking uncontrollably.

I could feel their cocks swelling inside me, feel the tension building as they chased their own release. I moaned, grinding my hips back against them, wanting to feel their cum fill me, wanting to be used completely.

“Come for us,” one of them growled, his fingers digging into my hips as his thrusts became erratic.

I did. I came again, screaming as my pussy clenched, soaking his cock with my slick juices. I could barely breathe, could barely think, my body completely out of my control as they fucked me through it, chasing their own release.

And then I felt it. The hot, thick rush of cum filling my ass, filling my pussy, dripping down my thighs. They groaned as they came, spilling inside me, using me until they were spent.

When they finally pulled out, I collapsed, body trembling, cum leaking from both holes. I could feel it dripping down my legs, pooling beneath me, and I loved it. Every inch of me was slick with cum, my body completely used, completely spent.

But even then, even as I lay there, wrists bound, covered in their cum, I wanted more.