Chapter 5 #2
“P-P-please.” I wheeze and she kisses down my body, hoisting my legs up over her shoulders, blowing my hot, sticky clit.
“Please vhat?”
Sh-shit! I scooch down, rubbing my pussy on her lips, wanting to feel her tongue, but she only smiles and kisses it.
“P-please, Mistress,” I whimper, and she grins, stuffing her whole face into my pussy, sucking like she’s trying inhale the walls. “OH JESUS! FUCK, YESSSSSSSS, AHHHHHHHHHH!”
Her mouth is relentless, her tongue demanding as she works the fuck out that mother fucker, rolling it around in circles, making my hips buck, smacking on it like she’s eating something delicious.
“PLEASE! PLEASE, MISTRESS, MORE! YESSSSSSS, PLEASE EAT MY PUSSY!” My hands fly to her head, dragging my nails through her long hair, forcing her closer to me even though I don’t think that’s physically possible.
My back arches off the bed, sharp and sudden, like I’ve been struck by lightning and my body is chasing the high.
“Oooo, your pussy taste so good. Ugnnn, just eating it vill make me cum,” she moans, looking up with her face wet with my cream.
“Fuckkkkkk I want to cum! I want to cum!” I cry, tears rolling down my eyes as I shudder, shaking with want. My chest heaves, rising and falling fast and hard. I can’t even hear myself moan anymore.
“Not yet, Pechenye! Not yet,” she murmurs, sucking on my clit then stopping, repeating the motion over and over and over and mother fucking OVER! I feel like I’m dying… like my pussy is on fire, clit throbbing with its own heartbeat and engorged. I have never felt no shit like this before!
“I CAN’T! I CAN’T! I… I CAN’T! I CAN’T! I CAN’T HOLD IT! I CAN’T HOLD IT MISTRESS!!!!” My thighs tremble uncontrollably, locking around her like I can trap the feeling inside me before it tears me apart.
“You vant to cum, Pechenye?” she hums breathlessly and I cry, nodding, shuddering out a breath and shaking violently.
“YES! YES! YES! I WANT TO CUM I WANT TO CUM!” My fingers twitch, opening and clenching like I don’t know if I’m supposed to hold on or let go.
“Zhen beg prettily for me, baby.” I can’t think! All I can do it feel her and them… HIM watching me.
“PLEASE GOD! PLEASE MISTRESS! PLEASE LET ME CUM!” My thighs quiver, and Nadya fucking smiles against me like she knows what she’s doing to me an—
“Look at me, Pechenye,” Mikhail commands and I lose my breath, popping my eyes open to Misha, who’s getting his dick sucked by Dimitri.
My body twitches involuntarily and I want to close my eyes, but…
“I said fucking LOOK AT ME!” he demands again, sharp and possessive.
“I vant to see your face vhen you come.”
My whole body tenses. The way he uses Dimitri like a personal cock sleeve has me woozy.
My toes ball up, my pussy clamps down, and my spine arches off the bed as my Mistress’ tongue slides into my pussy hole and her finger eases into my ass while her other hand smacks my pussy so hard, I see stars before I snap my gaze to him.
That look in his eyes… the devilish, nasty look as he slams down Dimitri’s throat, holding him there with a crazed eye like he owns me does it…
“Good girl. You give Misha good show. Cum for him,” she purrs and my heart stops… like literally stops as I black out, hearing a beeeeeeeeppppp.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” I scream at the top of my lungs, squirting so hard when I feel Mistress stuff another finger inside my ass.
The way she shoves three fingers into my pussy, sucking on my clit at the same time has me fighting to get away, but this bitch is persistent as fuck.
She chases my orgasm, making me cum over and over and fucking over again until I’m snot-nosed weeping and pleading for her to stop.
“PLEASE! PLEASE! PLLLLLEEEEEAAASSSEEEEE! NO MORE! NO MORE!” I scream, but she chuckles.
“But you don’t mean zhat, do you, Pechenye? Look at how zhis pussy is gushing so nastily. Look at it.” She goes to suck on my clit again, but she’s jerked back by her hair.
“M-Misha?!”
“I fucking said don’t get greedy!” he grits out, dragging her off me, pointing to the wall.
“S-sorry, Misha,” she pants and Misha lets her go before he lets out a dark groan. I hear the slick sound of him beating his dick with his cum and that nasty shit makes my insides throb.
“Fuck… but look at her…” Dimitri pants, and I can feel his need wrapping around me like a rope. “I vant her next, Misha…” he whispers, eyeing me.
“Okay, vee can have her togezher,” Misha smirks and grabs Mistress by the hair, pointing to my pussy.
“Spit,” he demands, and she leans up close enough to spit on my clit.
Misha rubs it on my pussy and flips me over, putting me on all fours and lining himself up with me.
All I feel is the tip, which has me bucking and running, but he smacks my ass so hard I lose feeling in my legs, collapsing on the bed.
“Vhere the fuck you zhink you’re going?” he questions, jerking me up by the arms, lining himself back up.
“Do you know how long I’ve been vanting to dig zhis pussy out and you dare run from me?”
“N-no Misha, I—”
“Stuff zhat pretty mouth zhat tells lies,” he growls, running his pre-cum soaked dick over my lips.
“Vit pleasure, Misha,” Dimitri whimpers, sliding his fat ass dick in my mouth. My eyes flutter shut as I try to breathe through my nose, but he’s thick and heavy on my tongue, and I’m already gagging around him as saliva drips from the corners of my mouth, slicking my chin. Not that I care.
I want him.
“Look at you, Pechenye… drooling for zhis dick…” he grunts as he fucks my mouth. Misha lets my arms go and leans forward. In a trance, I open my pussy for him. I’m tired and I’m sore, but I want this! I want them to wreck and ruin me however they please.
“Fuck…” Misha whispers behind me, playing with my pussy. “Nadya you did a good fucking job… look at this pussy red and sore… it’s probably sensitive and tighter for me.”
“Did I do a good job, Misha?!” she beams up at him.
“Da, very happy. I’ll revard you later.” He kisses her lips and slams his meaty dick against my pussy, making me whimper, starved for it.
He doesn’t make me wait long because Misha grabs my waist and rocks forward inside me.
A strangled whimper escapes my throat before it’s cut off as I’m propelled onto Dimitri’s dick, which goes so far down my throat my face smacks into his stomach, forehead pressing onto his feverish skin, my moans muffled by the thickness of him.
“FUCK!” they both shout in unison as they fuck me in tandem, one knocking my pussy walls off the hinges the other making sure by the time he’s done, I’ll need a tracheostomy tube, and I welcome them both.
“FUCK, HOW ZEE FUCK IS ZHIS PUSSY SO GOOD?!” Misha’s nails bite into my skin hard, and I feel him damn near crush my waist with his thrust, knocking my knees off the bed, sending me flying and bobbing on Dimitri, choking on my own moans, nails now dragging across Dimitri’s thigh while my hips are deliciously and brutally fucked and destroyed under Mikhail’s grip.
“BLYAD’! BLYAD’! BLYAD’! ETA KISKA SLISHKOM KHOROSHA, CHTOBY NE BYT' MOYEY! OTDAY YEYO MNE! RASKRYVAY ETO DER’MO DLYA MENYA! PECHENYE (FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! THIS PUSSY IS WAY TOO GOOD TO NOT BE MINE! GIVE IT TO ME! SPREAD THAT SHIT OPEN FOR ME, COOKIE!)”
“DA! PECHENYE, DA! ZASYP’ V ETOT CHLEN! ZASYP’ YEGO V GLOTKU, PRODOLZHAY, BLYAD’, DA! PROGLOTI MOY CHLEN SEBE V GLOTKU! KAK KHOROSHAYA DEVOCHKA! (YES! COOKIE, YES! DOWN THAT DICK! THROAT IT, KEEP GOING! FUCK YES! SWALLOW MY DICK DOWN YOUR THROAT! LIKE GOOD GIRL!)”
They tag team me at first, Misha rocking into my pussy and Dimitri down my throat.
My entire body jolts forward with every thrust, spine arching like black cat on Halloween.
I try to twist away, just for a second, but Dimitri grabs my face, pounding my throat with loud groans as my eyes flutter, too dizzy to fight.
“Good girl, Pechenye.” I feel Mistress’ hand rubbing my belly, and I gasp…
or try to gasp with horror when I feel her slide down sixty-nine style and latch onto my clit.
My back arches like a bow, breath hiccuping, and I hear myself whimper, “Too much,” even as I push rock and grind harder on all three of them.
Dimitri’s hand threads into my twists, and I groan around him, the vibration making him buck forward. I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder, making him twitch in my mouth.
Misha slams into me so hard the stretch makes me whine, hips grinding while Mistress runs her tongue over my clit and my throat tightens around Dimitri. My pussy grips Misha as a moan, muffled and filthy, tears through me.
“Fuck, zhis pussy alvays makes me cum fast. Fuck!” Misha grunts, pissed, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Tears, snot, and drool spill from my mouth as Dimitri slams into my throat once more, cracking my jaw.
“FUCK!” At the same time, Misha rocks my pussy which grips around him so hard I feel something rip. I sway, vision blacking out, feeling Mistress’ tongue work. I shudder, feeling high, all of us cumming together and falling into a heap on top of one another as I cough up Dimitri’s cum.
My body feels like jelly.
No, scratch that, melted sugar, sticky, trembling and sweet. Every inch of me hums like a tight string someone plucked too hard. My skin feels hot, my lips kiss-bitten, thighs still twitching and my throat raw.
I’m floating.
Literally, I don’t even realize they moved me until I feel myself being sunk into cool water that feels amazing on my skin. I blink slowly, vision blurry with tears and pleasure hazing my sight as I barely notice Nadya on the side of me, cooing.
“You did so good, baby,” she says like a lullaby, brushing my hair back from my damp forehead.
“So, so good, Pechenye,” I hear as my mouth is being rinsed out.
My chest hitches. The words feel so good. A moan escapes me, soft and cracked, too deep to be a sob, too broken to be a laugh. I d… I did good?
I glance over in my haze to the left of me, where Mikhail is whispering in Russian against my skin. I don’t know what he says, but it makes my stomach flutter and my thighs twitch. I’m still shaking. My hands feel like they don’t belong to me, and my mouth is dry.
“Wat—”
“Shhh, sveet one,” Mikhail murmurs behind me, pressing a cool glass of something to my lips. I drink it down thirstily, coughing, and he pulls back. “Easy, Pechenye. It’s not going anyvhere. Slow down, baby,” he demands, and I pant, nodding my head, lulling as I drink slowly.
“Zats our sveet girl,” Dimitri mutters, and I feel hands all over me just like the first night, opening me up and cleaning me out.
I feel their hands on my breast while massaging something cool on my center that numbs the lingering pain and relaxes me.
“Ugnnnnnn,” I whimper at how good it feels.
“You gave us everyzhing, Pechenye. You did so vell,” Mikhail whispers in my ear, and I feel his big hands on me. I sigh, almost in tears from how good it feels.
I close my eyes and press back into his chest, unable to speak. I don’t have the strength to do anything. I’m too busy floating in the stars, my brain too fuzzy to argue, too wrecked to run.
Mikhail nuzzles the back of my neck, growling.
“Good girl,” he whispers again, and I shudder at the praise, thighs still twitching.
“Hey, Pechenye, vhen I vake up… be zhere. Don’t leave,” he whispers and I go still in my bubble.
I shouldn’t feel this good with practical strangers, but I do.
How can being with them… in his arms feel this…
safe? It’s been so damn long since I felt this kind of peace, so I close my eyes and relish it, knowing I will never feel it again.
I lie and nod, enjoying his hands around my waist and their bodies resting next to mine. I sigh, content when he kisses the back of my neck, at peace as darkness engulfs me.