36. Winver
THIRTY-SIX
Dumping the rest of the formaldehyde into the ten-foot tank, I step down the ladder, throwing the last gallon away.
“Okay, come on!” I urge the guys who all look disgusted.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Weston says, looking like he’s about to throw up.
They start to slowly sink Axel down into the tank, watching as his face submerges.
“Okay, perfect! Now seal it,” I command them. They put on the lid, sealing it forever shut. They come down next to me, looking at his disgusting glory.
“Now he’ll forever be stuck as a haunted house prop,” I huff, smiling in delight.
“And you’ll forever be ours,” Motley says, kissing my neck. I hum out in agreement, as all three guys start kissing me up and down my neck.
“Show me what forever means,” I tease.
“Then run,” Harley taunts.
My face grows red, taking off out of the room and down the long, haunted house hallway when I hear all of their footsteps quickly stomp behind me. I can feel my heart start to race while my clit throbs. Sharply turning the corner, I push open the door that leads me to the second floor.
“Here we come,” Weston’s voice fills the staircase, making me start to skip every other step. I’m about to reach the top when I trip on the last one, falling on my hands and knees.
I quickly start to crawl off when suddenly Harley’s hands grab my ankles, pulling me backwards down the stairs. I yelp in surprise, my clothes now getting dirty from the dirt and debris. “Gotcha,” he growls, ripping my leggings open and making a path to the spot that grows with need.
Flipping me over, I see all the guys now have their masks on, sending shivers down my spine.
“You look so fucking sexy covered in the dirty floor,” Motley coons. “But you’re going to look so much sexier covered in our filth.”
Harley spreads apart my legs, diving down to the pool they created. He flicks his tongue against my clit, causing my legs to open wider. Motley straddles my hips and takes out a pocket knife, cutting down my shirt and bra exposing my tits to him. Weston gets on his knees going in between my head, both of them already hard and exposed.
“Open that fucking mouth,” Weston commands as he then shoves himself down to my throat starting to thrust. “Fuck, just like that,” he grunts.
Motley drools his spit onto my cleavage, now sliding his length in between my tits. “Squeeze those tits around my cock, baby. Let me worship these tits with my cum.”
I push them around his length as he starts thrusting up and down.
Harley hums into my pussy, making me moan around Weston. I feel Harley’s tip slap my clit a few times, rubbing himself up and down my slit before I feel push himself inside. I’m getting completely owned and in ways that I’ve never been owned before. Motley and Weston seal the space above, latching onto each other”s lips.
“Our little fucking angel,” Harley pants, now hammering into me. My pussy quivers around him, feeling him hit that spot that makes me want to form a puddle. I squeeze my tits firmer, pinching my nipples and loving the sensation it brings.
“Fuckk,” Weston moans, pumping himself deeper as I start swallowing the best I can. “That’s it, baby. Swallow me down like the good girl you are.”
“Cum, Weston. Land on her tits and make it more slippery,” Motley breathes out.
Weston takes himself out of me, now stroking himself faster as his balls hang in my face. Lifting my head up a little, I start licking around them before popping one into my mouth. “Oh fuck an-angel, yo-you can’t do tha-t or I’m gonna…cu–” I cut off his whimpers by sucking more greedily, making him spill out on my tits and chest. “Fuckkkk!” he moans out.
Motley slides in between me faster while Harley lifts apart my knees, now hitting the spot exactly where I need it. I squeeze around Harley’s length, feeling the fireworks about to set off.
“That’s it, angel,” Harley praises. “Be our good fucking slut and cum on my cock.”
He presses down on my lower stomach and just like that, sparks go through me.
“Yes, Harley. God, yes!” My body feels like it’s on fire, never wanting to extinguish the flames. Motley stops, scooting closer to my face where he spurts his pearly ropes of cum. He paints my face, milking himself of every last drop when Harley slows and deepens his thrusts, filling my pussy with his own ropes of cum.
“Fuck!” Harley growls, remaining sunken into me.
Weston smears Motley’s pleasure around my lips with his thumb, shoving it into my mouth then spitting on my face. “Suck on my thumb like a worthless cum slut would,” he commands.
I bob my head up and down his thumb, swallowing down Motley”s cum. Harley pulls out of me, all of us now whipped.
“What did I say would happen if you ran?” Harley muses.
“That y’all would always catch me.”