Chapter 4 #5
Sliding in and out of her slick body, Raphael gave her his entire length with each firm stroke.
Victor controlled her movements with her hair, fucking her mouth with ruthless insistency.
Dazed and tingling, Claire surrendered to their control.
She’d never taken two men at once, never even imagined that she would be this adventurous.
Raphael’s cock stretched her inner walls, making each thrust more intense.
She lifted her hips and opened her legs, trying to give him more room.
Victor was nearly as big, and he fucked her mouth even more aggressively than Raphael fucked her pussy.
Raphael pulled all the way out, paused long enough for her folds to relax, then he stretched her open all over again. He was staking his claim on her pussy. She knew that was what he was doing, making her feel her body submit to him, over and over again.
Victor drew her arms above her head and shifted her wrists into one of his hands.
Her upraised arms positioned her head for him, but he wrapped his other hand around her throat.
His eyes darkened, becoming penetrating pools of molten gold.
She stilled, unsure of his mood. His cock bumped the back of her throat then kept going.
She relaxed for him, refusing to gag as he gave her more and more.
Her nose touched his flat belly, and she tried to inhale.
Her eyes widened and she attempted to struggle. His cock was blocking her airway!
Panic set her in motion. Her cries were muffled by Victor’s cock. His hold on her wrists and throat kept her from thrashing. Raphael pinned her lower body with his hands and his cock. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. They controlled her completely.
She continued her useless struggles as they started fucking her again.
Victor filled her mouth, momentarily robbing her of breath at the top of each deep stroke.
Raphael grasped the backs of her knees, opening her legs wide as he thrust hard and fast between her thighs.
She lay there motionless, her mouth stretched tight around one thick cock, her pussy around another.
It was savage, unabashedly carnal, and she had never experienced anything so exhilarating.
A strange, floaty sensation drifted over her entire body. Was she about to pass out?
Victor drew back, waiting for her to take a deep breath before he filled her again.
She wasn’t oxygen deprived, so why did she feel so… euphoric?
Waves of pleasure swelled inside her, making her clit and nipples tingle. It wasn’t an orgasm, at least not any orgasm she’d experienced before, but it felt almost as good.
They fucked her steadily, filling her pussy and mouth with long, powerful strokes. Control. This was about control. They positioned her, restrained her, and filled her. And all she could do was relax and let them.
A low moan escaped her mouth as another wave crested. Her skin tingled and her clit twitched. She immersed herself in the sensations and just floated on currents of bliss.
Victor pumped into her mouth as his hand moved from her throat to her breasts. She opened for him, offering her wet mouth and willing throat. He rewarded her with caresses, his hand gliding over her quivering breasts.
“You’ve finally earned some pleasure,” Raphael told her as he slipped his hand between their bodies. “Come for your mates. Let us watch you come.”
Their urgent movements slowed but didn’t stop as they focused on her.
Raphael’s fingers circled her clit, quickly building her simmering arousal into an inferno.
Claire cried out around Victor’s cock and arched nearly off the bed.
Powerful spasms gripped her core and pleasure pulsed through her entire body.
“Good girl,” Victor said, lightly pinching her nipples. “Now do it again.”
She never came that fast, hardly ever came more than once. If she came at all. Yet Raphael’s caressing fingers had the sensations churning seconds after the last ripple of pleasure ebbed. She moaned and Victor chuckled.
“Feel good?” he asked as his hand boldly stroked her body.
She couldn’t answer with his cock in her mouth, so why did he keep asking her questions?
“I want to play with her ass,” Victor decided. “Let’s trade places.”
Raphael pulled out and crawled onto the bed, but instead of shoving into her mouth as she’d expected, he threw a couple of pillows against the headboard and settled his back against them.
He spread his legs, knees bent, wet cock rising between them.
“Crawl over here, mate. Head down, ass in the air, mouth wrapped around me.”
What was it with Raphael and crawling? Not wanting to start a fight, and likely earn another spanking, she turned over and crawled up along the bed.
Still on her knees, she positioned herself between Raphael’s legs and slowly lowered her mouth onto his cock.
He tasted strange, slightly sweet yet… He tasted like her pussy!
A strange thrill tingled along her spine as Raphael took her head between his hands and urged her head up and down.
Victor knelt behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Your pussy is so damn pretty.” He bent and licked her from clit to her puckered opening. He didn’t just brush over and return to her pussy; he lingered, stroking and circling.
She murmured and tried to wiggle away. She was uncomfortable with his exploration.
“Hush. I want to play and you’re going to let me.” As if to prove his point, Victor gathered slickness from her dripping pussy and eased one of his fingers into her tightest hole. “Have you ever taken a cock here?”
“Umm umm.” Her response was so muffled it was incomprehensible, but she managed to shake her head.
“Well, you’re going to very soon.”
She tensed and shook her head again.
Victor pushed a second finger in beside the first. “Not tonight, love. Your body isn’t ready to take me.” He stretched her as he slid his long fingers in and out. “But soon.” With his fingers still fucking her ass, he bent and tongued her clit.
Claire tried to ignore the unwanted attention.
Ass play had never appealed to her. She couldn’t imagine why anyone enjoyed having anything shoved up their ass.
But being penetrated was familiar and her body didn’t seem to care which hole was being filled.
And his tongue. Oh, God, his tongue felt so good on her clit.
“Come for me, naughty mate,” Victor urged. “Come with my fingers fucking your sweet little ass.”
She shook her head again, but her body ignored her protests. Pleasure detonated and her core contracted so hard that her back passage tightened around his thrusting fingers.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he sucked on her clit. The gentle pulling sensation prolonged the waves of pleasure as he continued to stretch her back opening. “Did that feel good?”
She just whimpered, refusing to admit the truth.
Victor slapped her swollen folds while his fingers trained her bottom. “You’re so wet your arousal is rolling down your thigh. Are you really going to deny enjoying ass play?”
She pulled her mouth free long enough to say, “I didn’t deny anything. I just refused to respond.”
He slapped her pussy again, harder this time. “Watch your attitude.”
He worked a third finger into her reluctant opening and the stretch became painful. Claire groaned and shuddered. It burned and yet the fullness stirred a dark hunger she wasn’t ready to face. “Pull them out. It really hurts.”
“Admit that you came really hard just now or I won’t wait to fuck your ass.”
“I came because you were sucking on my clit,” she objected. “It had nothing to do with your fingers.” Why was she arguing with him? Did she want another spanking?
“I think she needs a demonstration,” Raphael said as he scooted off the bed.
Frustrated by her own foolishness, she turned her head to the side trying to see what Raphael had in mind. He walked out of her field of vision and a shiver raced along her spine. Would they spank her with something other than their hand? Or was he getting some sort of sexual aid?
Victor’s fingers continued to slide in and out of her bottom, causing her to wiggle and moan. Her clit tingled needfully, and she damned her sassy mouth. Whatever they were planning, she’d brought this on herself.
“Good idea,” Victor said as Raphael handed him something Claire couldn’t see. He drew his fingers out and positioned the mystery item against her bottom.
Claire lunged forward, landing on her belly. There was no way she was going to kneel there and let them shove a foreign object up her ass. “This night is over,” she yelled. “I’m going home.”
They held her down and one of them opened her bottom cheeks. “You’re no longer in control,” Raphael reminded. “This won’t just train your tight little asshole, it will teach you to mind your tongue as well.”
His voice came from near her shoulders, so Victor must be down by her hips.
The object pressed against her bottom hole again and then he drove it inside.
It slid smoothly, but her body was forced open by its thickness.
And holy fuck, was it thick. Wider and wider her muscles stretched to accommodate the device.
“What is that thing?” she cried as the low burn turned into a sharper sting.
“We call them trainers, but they’re very similar to butt plugs,” Victor told her. “Ours are self-lubricating and the circumference can be expanded or contracted.”
“Contract it. Please! It really burns.”
“Your body will adjust faster if you relax,” Victor told her.
Relax? While something was being shoved up her behind? Not likely. “I hate you,” she sneered, but the claim was ruined by the quiver in her voice.