Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“That’s exactly what’s going to happen,” Ryan interrupted, his voice carrying that new authority that made my knees weak. “You’re going to take all three of us because that’s what good ass girls do for their husbands.”
The degrading words sent electricity rocketing through my nervous system. I felt myself climbing toward the edge again as Ryan continued his relentless rhythm, his lap pressing against my still-tender bottom with each thrust. The combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, breaking down every wall I’d tried to build.
“Please,” I whimpered one last time, but I could hear how unconvincing it sounded. My body was already preparing itself, already craving the complete domination they offered.
Master Paul’s large hands settled on my shoulders. “We’ll start slowly,” he said, his voice taking on an instructional tone that made my tummy flutter. “We know what we’re doing.”
I felt Ryan slow his thrusts, still buried deep inside my pussy as Master Paul walked around behind me. The idea of having both their massive cocks inside me at once, down there, terrified and aroused me in equal measure.
“Alright, gentlemen,” Ryan said, his voice thick with command. “Let’s move to the other bench.”
I felt their hands on me as they lifted me from the kneeling position, my legs too weak to support my own weight. The room spun around me as they carried me to yet another piece of furniture—this one lower and wider, clearly designed for what they clearly had in mind.
Ryan lay down on his back on the padded surface, his massive cock jutting up like a monument to male dominance. I whimpered as I realized what they intended, my bound hands useless behind me as Master Paul turned me face up and positioned me over my husband.
“Lower her,” Ryan commanded, his hands gripping my hips. “Make her take my cock in her bottom again. Ass girl, it’s time to show these men how well trained you’re becoming.”
The humiliation of being displayed like this, of being impaled on his enormous shaft by another man, made tears stream down my cheeks. But Ryan reached up and held my paddled backside, spreading my cheeks, and Master Paul let me down until my feet found the floor, my thighs straddling Ryan’s. I cried out as Ryan lowered my bottom further, and the blunt head of my husband’s manhood pushed against my tiny hole once again. Then I sobbed as my body obeyed the obscene pressure, and my anus opened, my well-used bottom stretching around the enormous shaft as I sank down inch by agonizing inch.
“Perfect,” Master Paul murmured, his hands steadying me as I took Ryan completely. “Now ride the cock like an ass girl should, to show how much you love it.”
I tried to obey, tried to do as I was told, the way I’d learned to do with Chad. But this felt different somehow—more intense, more overwhelming. These weren’t college boys using me for their entertainment. These were men who understood exactly what I needed, who could read my body’s responses and push me further than I’d ever gone before.
I began to move, my thighs burning as I lifted myself up and let gravity pull me back down onto Ryan’s massive cock. Each bounce sent jolts of sensation through my entire body, the stretch and burn mixing with pleasure in ways that made me cry out helplessly. My bound hands behind my back made it impossible to steady myself, forcing me to rely entirely on my legs as I rode him.
“That’s it,” Ryan growled beneath me, his hands gripping my hips to guide my movements. “Show them how much you love having your ass filled.”
I sobbed as I bounced faster, driven by some primal submissive need I couldn’t control. The humiliation of performing like this in front of these men, of proving what a depraved slut I really was, only heightened my arousal. My pussy clenched with emptiness, desperate to be filled as well.
“Dr. Hamelin,” Ryan commanded, his voice strained with pleasure, “come here. Turn her face toward you and use her mouth.”
I felt the doctor’s hands on my chin, turning my head to the side as he positioned himself beside the bench. His cock pressed against my lips, and I opened immediately, taking him deep even as I continued to ride Ryan’s shaft. The angle was awkward, my neck twisted, but I worked my tongue eagerly around his length.
“Excellent coordination,” Dr. Hamelin murmured, his evaluative tone at odds with the way he was using my mouth. “Her ability to attend to the pleasure of two penises at once is quite impressive.”
The praise made me whimper around his cock, my body responding to their approval even as shame burned through me. I was performing exactly like the trained whore Chad had made me into, and they were all watching, evaluating, enjoying my degradation.