Chapter 5 #3
His powerful hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, and Fairchild knew he could see all of her, not just her pussy, but her other hole too.
“Fuck, that’s gorgeous,” Reece growled.
Fairchild knew it was only an act, but damned if it wasn’t convincing. His words of admiration sent a sudden impulse of lust slithering up her spine. This was met with an immediate counterattack of shame. She was a Merc. A warrior. She shouldn’t enjoy being bent over and examined in such a manner.
Lean into it, she told herself. For the mission…
She wriggled seductively on the table. At least she hoped it was seductive. She wasn’t used to this kind of behavior. It wasn’t her style at all.
“Oh God, I’m so horny,” she whined, channeling her inner porn star again. “I need you so bad.”
She could hear Reece undressing behind her, quickly stripping off his hooded vest before shoving his compression shorts down. Every sound sent a fresh shiver of anticipation rippling through her body.
“Is this what you need, sweetheart?”
He slapped his hard cock against her bare ass, and Fairchild gasped a second time. The damn thing felt like a steel club sheathed in smooth skin. She didn’t dare glance back at it for fear she might lose her nerve.
“Yes,” she said, masking her apprehension. “Put it in me. Please, put it in me.”
She could feel his tip brushing between her folds, seeking her entrance.
She was slippery back there, partly from Nash’s saliva, but more so with her own hot arousal.
She hadn’t even realized how wet she was until Reece’s tip was inside.
Her pussy was throbbing with need, aching to be filled.
She braced against the table as he slowly pushed deeper.
At last, he bottomed out inside her, his tip kissing the very deepest part of her, raw and unprotected. She could feel his heartbeat pulsing within her, and when he groaned aloud with pleasure, she could feel that too.
“Fuck,” he said. “You feel good, woman. So fucking good…”
He drew back slowly, and she could feel every perfect detail of him sliding across her inner walls, every vein in his thick shaft, the ridged crown encircling his tip. When only the head of it was still inside her, he stopped…
Then he drove into her again, hard and deep.
The thrust was so forceful, it scooted the table several inches across the floor. Fairchild cried out in shock at that unexpected onslaught.
His girth strained her to the point of hurting, but she was grateful for the pain. It made her feel like she had earned the intense pleasure that came with it.
Reece pulled back and slammed into her again, scooting the table a few more inches with his thrust. He did it again, and again, his hard muscles clapping against the softer tissue of Fairchild’s ass. She moaned, and the sound was so convincing, even she believed it.
“Take it,” Reece said as he continued to pound her. “Take that cock like a good girl.”
Fairchild was pushing back into him now, meeting each thrust with a thrust of her own.
“Fuck me!” she said, her mind racing for snatches of dialogue from the few pornvids she had watched long ago. “Fuck me like a slut!”
Reece went rigid behind her. Not just his cock, but the rest of him too. His hand seized her hair again and gave her a hard, disciplinary tug.
“You’re nobody’s slut but mine,” he growled. “Mine and my comrades’.”
Fairchild’s pussy clenched in response.
The intervox buzzed.
“Negative on the possessiveness,” Lennox’s voice said. “Remember, you’re supposed to be an open polycule.”
Reece started thrusting again.
“Of course,” he said softly. Then, in a louder voice: “That’s right. You’re our dirty little free-use slut. Hey Nash, why don’t you jump in and give her mouth something to do?”
The young Merc climbed onto the table in front of her.
At some point, he had stripped off all of his clothing, and now his hard cock was sticking straight out with arousal.
It wasn’t quite as big as Reece’s, but it was still far bigger than anything Fairchild was used to.
Nash moved toward her on his knees and worked his fingers through her hair.
“Don’t bite,” he whispered. “I’m only following orders, babe.”
She didn’t bite. She let him use her, fucking her mouth like a pussy while Reece fucked the real thing.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the two-way mirror, and the image was dirtier than anything she’d ever seen, even in her most shameful fantasies.
Her ass was rippling with the impacts of Reece’s thrusting, and her cheek was bulging where Nash’s cock was pushing it from within.
Her face was wet with tears and spit, and she could feel an even greater wetness leaking out of her other end.
The sight was enough to push her over the edge. She came with a muffled scream, harder than she had ever come before. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed around Reece’s pumping shaft.
She could feel the lead Merc tensing behind her. He was almost there too. For a second, Fairchild thought he was going to do it inside her.
For a second, she wanted him to.
But Reece pulled out at the last moment and unloaded onto her ass, painting her flesh with his hot, thick cum. Nash came a split second later, shooting it all over her face. Fairchild shut her eyes and took it as her own climax faded inside her.
Afterward, there was a long silence, filled only by the sounds of heavy breathing and the inner rhythm of Fairchild’s pounding heart.
She could feel the Mercs’ warm stuff dripping down her skin.
The air was thick with the odor of it, raunchy and raw.
She couldn’t remember a time when she had felt so dirty, so thoroughly used.
She just hoped it had been enough.
At last, the intervox buzzed, and Lennox spoke. “Congratulations, Fairchild,” she said flatly. “You’ve got the job.”