Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
CONSTANCE
Being in the room, there are several things I’m immediately made aware of.
One: even though I’m only a few steps in, the air feels immensely different from outside.
It’s as if there’s a current buzzing inside, charging everyone up like an aphrodisiac.
Two: the scents are more intense. I can tell that they have been fucking long before I got here and they’ve been fucking HARD. And three:
The man… what did the other girl call him? Misha? He’s the head honcho…
As Misha checks the credentials in my information sheet, I stay in Nadu, but lift my head slightly.
“I-is th-there an-anything I n-need to be made aware o-of? S-safe words o—”
“Nyet,” he answers and drops my chart that came through the funnel before he cuts his eyes at me.
“Oh. Actually one….” He points to a few beautiful, old timey looking bottles of perfume sitting on the counter that expensive as fuck and if I’m honest they look they will stank but I’ma keep my mouth shut. “Take one and spray before you leave.”
“W-what’s it for?”
“Scent.” He smirks. “It erases it.” Damn… is the nut smell that strong? I stiffen and sniff the air.
“Y-yes, Sir.” I nod and he watches me before he pads back over to the girl and the guy. I shake with desire that turns into utter shock when Misha fists his hands in the other guy’s hair, yanking his head upright near his dick and I sway, fucking gob smacked.
“Соси (Suck),” he demands. I have no idea what the hell he said, but I assume the other guy will bat his hand away.
However, my pussy utterly weeps with joy when the other guy smiles devilishly, locking eyes with me, face turning a pretty pink as he blushes across his nose and cheeks.
His eyes and his smirk… he looks like a demon possessed as his tongue glides over Misha’s tip, making him grunt, throwing his head back, thrusting into his mouth.
“Сильнее (Harder),” Misha pants, ass taut, thrusting, and I shiver with an irrepressible, nasty excitement at him grasping his face and fucking it while Misha’s cum that he’s just eaten from the girl’s pussy dribbles down his chin as the girl lies there, winded.
I wheeze on a chocked breath that won’t come out and watch with delirious eyes, trying to compute what I’m seeing…
I want to clutch my sweat-soaked chest, but I don’t dare move… I wasn’t given permission. My body is so hot it could melt the snow collecting on the mountains and my pussy clenches, juices spilling all down my legs onto the floor in a gushy mess.
“Ughn…” I look over as the girl slides her hand down her body and bucks against her fingers as she whimpers, playing with her pussy.
“F-fuck yesss, ughn…” I murmur out loud and snap my lips shut when all of them stop and look at me. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! I messed up! A-am I going to get kicked out?!
The girl sits up, pretty titties swaying, hickies and hand prints all over them.
She watches me with a smirk on her face, crooking her finger.
I swallow, twitching at the scene, wanting to go, but…
for some reason I stay, and I cut my eye over to Misha, who’s watching out of the corner of his eye.
When I don’t move, I see him smirk and grunt once more, cumming in the man’s mouth.
For the first time ever, jealousy rakes me. M-me too…
Misha walks over and runs his hand along my collar, peeping my name, and his eyes flash…
“Come, Pechenye (Cookie),” Misha calls, and even though I don’t know what the fuck a Pechenye is or what it means, I answer to it and even though I want to stand and run to him, I stay on all fours and crawl over right between his legs. “You vant, da?”
“Da,” I answer yes in Russian, my world spinning out of focus.
“Zhen…” Misha speaks, and the other guy dribbles cum all down Misha’s dick as the girl come over and tilts my head up and parts my lips so I can catch it like his dick is it holy grail or some shit. “Show me.”
The desire to experience that man is off the charts.
I’m not sure what it is about Misha, but Lord almighty…
I sit up, catching his gaze and locking in on it.
Even if it is improper, I want him to watch me suck the soul out of him and his pride.
I run my tongue over the underside, catching all that was left for me, humming.
“UGHNN!” I cry as juices flood down my legs. His dick jumps and he flinches ever so slightly as my lips lock around the tip and his eyes darken, his jaw working. I wheeze out a breath, watching them all watch me as I devour him thirstily.
“Da, Pechenye… suck my dick like it’ll save your life.
Just like zhat… f-fuck! You suck dick like you’ve been starving for it.
Keep going,” he snarls as I slurp him up, gagging, taking him all down my throat, and he tenses up.
“Fuck.” He bucks, huffing, eyes locking on his.
He’s got his brows knitted, watching me intently, gritting his teeth as he tilts his head back.
He spreads his legs and I shudder when the other man leans over, running his tongue over Misha’s nipples, sucking hard while the girl ducks under and I flinch, locking eyes with her as she opens her mouth wide and slurps his nut sack in her mouth. Her tongue grazes mine, making my pussy clench.
“Da… fuck,” he groans, fisting his hands in my twists and slamming my head down on his dick.
My eyes roll to the back of my head and his dick throbs hard.
“Suck zhat dick and I’ll revard you by eating and fucking zhat pussy so good…
da, da, good girl. K-keep going,” he demands, hands so tight in my head that a few strands pop, but I don’t dare stop.
I choke, taking his length all the fuck way down my throat to the point my esophagus burns from the stretch of his girth, and my eyes sting with tears as I bottom out, nose hitting his belly.
“Fuuccckkkk, daaaaa. Eat my nut, Pechenye. Eat it like a good girl,” he groans and though I cannot fucking breathe, I relax my throat and try to take it all, but Jesus…
The cum bubbles up from my throat and I gag, coughing, spilling on my chest and chin. I shake, scared, thinking I’m going to get kicked out, but he pulls me gently and cradles me in his arms.
“Da, good girl, Pechenye. I’m so proud of you,” he praises and kisses the top of my head. “Should I revard you?”
“Y-yes…” I pant, cum still dripping down my chin. He kisses my lips and I shudder. I like it!
“Tell me… vhat do you vant?” He slurps my bottom lip into his mouth, and I look at the man and woman on their knees before us, then I look back at Misha.
My cheeks go hot because what the fuck am I even doing right now?
Whatever… I don’t care. I only have one golden ticket and I’m going to maximize it!
“I…”
“Da, tell me.”
“Them… I w-want y-you to fuck me,” I whisper, shaking, and he hums.
“Da, and?” he goads, as if he can read my mind and knows that there is something I’m not saying.
“Them…” I pant. “I… I want them both to eat my pussy at the same time while you do it,” I mutter shyly, but with as much confidence as I can, making him reel back in shock, cutting his eyes to them, then back to me, before smiling.
On God, he looks as if Lust just walked into this room and possessed him.
“Oh, mmmm… I love a greedy bitch.” He turns me with my back flush against his chest, then hooks his finger in my red thongs and snaps that mother fucker like dental floss before he hooks his hands under my knees as if presenting me to them.
However, they, like me, don’t dare move even though their eyes are glittering with lust. “Take what you want, Pechenye,” he demands, dick still harder than a mother fucker even though he’s already cum three times.
“Go on, if you think you can handle it,” he whispers in my ear, and I shudder.
But I’m not scared… like I said, this is my golden ticket, and I couldn’t have been paired up with a better trio than this… so I grasp his dick, listening to him hiss behind me, and I bite my lip. I squeeze him tighter and place him at the entrance of my pussy.
“UGHNNNN!” I wince in pain at just the tip, shuddering, slicing my eyes over to the girl, saluting at her with respect because bitch like HOW?! How was she able to take this thang without being ripped apart? Nah, bitch, challenge accepted.
With guts I wasn’t aware I had, I bite my lips and squeeze my eyes shut, sucking my teeth as I fight, cry, whine, and whimper, stuffing his big ass dick all up in my pussy as far as I can.
When I get him about half way, I flop back against his chest, whimpering out of breath.
“Hurts,” I cry, lips quivering, and he nibbles on my neck.
“When you have a pussy zhis tight, vhat do you expect, Pechenye?” he chuckles, kissing my cheek.
“But zhis enough. I fuck you vit half and still make leetle kitty weep,” he growls and this time, he places my knees in the crook of his elbows and threads his hands behind my neck, locking me in place as he stands, pulls out, and slam in, forcing my heart to skip a beat.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUGGGHHNNNNNNNNN!” I scream, squirting all over the two faces in front of me, trembling.
“Oh? Is zhat all it takes for my leetle Pechenye pussy to weep for me? Good… do it again,” he commands and starts fucking me even harder, straight uppercutting my pussy.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! OOOOHHHH GGOOOOODDDDDD FUUUUCCKKKKK!!! UUUGGNNNNN YYEESSSSS! MORRRE, PLEASE YESSSS!” I beg, eyes rolling to the back of my head, clocked the fuck out and enjoying every deliciously painful second.
He’s fucking me so good I don’t know up from down, left from right… what the fuck is my name? Social and birthday? None of it matters.
He huffs with each thrust, knocking the wind out of me, deflating a bitch sails, and knocking out the walls too. But who needs those mother fuckers anyway?