“Remove her panties so we can better see that cunt!”
Roberto shoved himself into my mouth so that my nose pressed against his belly. Holding the back of my head so that I choked and drooled around him, he leaned over and flicked the diaphanous undies to the floor.
“Come forward,” his breath grew ragged above me as I stroked his swollen shaft with my hand, licking his underside, “She needs more of that. Make a line.”
Sensing that the men were standing and approaching, I moaned around Roberto’s erection. He pulled back so that just the tip remained inside, and I made a show of worshipping his cock with my lips, swirling my tongue around it and painting my saliva up and down the steely ridges while I fondled his balls.
After a few minutes of uninterrupted sucking and licking, I felt strange hands running their palms over my breasts, tugging at my exposed nipples.
“Time to punish her for being such a sexy little cock tease.” A strange voice said from behind.
“You sure you don’t want to share, Moretti? This is one fine piece of ass,” said another.
My heart pounded faster until Roberto growled at him, “Not on the table. Back off or you’re out.”
“Okay, okay. I was just checking.”
One by one, the masked men took turns flogging me from behind. I counted and got to eight.
Only two more to go. My ache built, and one man said, “Christ. She’s dripping on the floor.” Two fingers swiped at my heated slit and I heard the distinct sounds of finger sucking follow, “Fucking delicious. That’s gourmet pussy.”
“Make her stand Moretti, I want to flog her tits and see if I can make them bounce.”
I continued to caress Roberto’s cock with slick hands, sliding them up and down his long shaft. My gaze still focused on his eyes, which were now dark with desire. In my peripheral vision, two of the men came into view, stroking themselves, their motions quickening with their excitement, and I bobbed my head, whining and groaning around my master’s impressive member.
Showing off.
“You may stand, beautiful.”
Legs wobbly, I rose and stood in front of Roberto, who bent down to inhale me. He used my shoulders to rotate me, holding my back pressed against him so his hardness rubbed against me. It forced me to face the men who looked like a pack of jackals standing over a fresh kill, ready to pounce.
I made them that way, with my oral skills, my naked body, and my flavor.
Two men in masks stepped forward and the first in line held the flogger, “Arch your back for us. I need those nipples at attention when I chasten those titties.”
It might be super perverted of me, but his use of crude, juvenile language turned me on.
Consider it done.
I arched the fuck out of my back so that my two erect tits stuck way out, and the first man brought the flogger down hard to slap my breasts. So hard they began to pinken. I yelped and shoved myself back against Roberto, who was now using my shoulders to pin me in place.
“Just one more, baby,” he said. “Be a good girl now.”
“Okay, daddy.” I squeaked, “I’ll try. But afterwards, do I get to have you inside me?”
“Of course you do, princess. Just take your punishment first.”
The final flogger took the implement in his hands and said, “Changed my mind.” His voice was so sharp, it landed on me like a swat and by the look of his biceps, if he used all of his force, I was done for. “Spread your legs, cunt. And let me see you pull those lips apart for me.”
I turned my face towards Roberto’s chest behind me, trying to nuzzle my way towards his safety. But I didn’t want to use my safe word. I’d never been so turned on in my life. The arousal between my legs was a pulsing fervor.
Slickness met my fingers, and I was so slippery that it was hard to pry my pussy lips away from each other.
Spectators stood as close as they could without impeding the man whose turn it was, and to a man, they were fisting themselves: some slow to draw out their pleasure, but some overcome and unable to slow down the pace of their masturbation. It was an erotic sight, made more pleasurable with Roberto’s fingers pinching and pulling my nipples.
The flogger took an aggressive step forward as if what I wanted didn’t matter. He leveled his stony gaze on me and I shrank from it. Roberto held me in place. The burly man took a powerful wind up for his underhanded pitch, and the thin straps of the flogger slapped painfully across my clit, shooting a fiery line of suffering all the way back to my asshole.
A tortured scream tore from my lips.
Roberto swung me into his arms and carried me off to the bed. It felt like a hundred bees had stung my pussy, and I heard myself sob and beg for forgiveness.
Meanwhile, Roberto’s clothing hit the floor one piece at a time, and he dove onto the bed with me, shoving his shoulders under my buttocks, positioning his mouth above my sex.
My fingers delved into his hair, and he shoved his tongue at my swollen clit, mouthing it, nibbling it first and then backing away to lap at every crease and fold of my dripping pussy.
He raised his head. “Feel better, baby?”
Before I could answer, he shoved a finger inside me to massage the sensitive spot that could make me squirt. He slid in a second finger, and I arched into him as he ate me.
Overhead, the shadowed profiles of the onlookers stood. Their running commentary of lust turned me on. “Look how she made his whole face wet with her juices.”
“I’d give anything to suck on those tits for ten minutes,” said another.
Remembering the finale last time we were in this room, my tongue slid across my lips, and I moaned at the thought of being doused in their unholy seed. Images of their cocks plagued my mind, exploding all over me, and my body coated in delicious waves of creamy, warm cum. Maybe this time I’d open my mouth, hoping to catch some.
Bold swipes from Roberto’s tongue were making me gallop towards pleasure, and I felt him move his other hand reach around to plunge a wet and squirming finger into my ass.
Desire was thick on my tongue, belying my words, “Oh, please be careful.” As the final syllable left my mouth, I felt the first hot splat of cum on my nipple and turned my head to see a giant cock spewing ropey strands of cum from my breast to my belly.
Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t dare get it on Roberto.
“Back off, men. As arranged, you’ll hold off on your orgasms until after we've had ours.”
He continued to slide his fingers into me, and the other hand was busy introducing itself to my ass. We’d never done this before.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” Roberto’s voice was husky, “Now, be a good girl, and lay on your stomach.”
I rolled over, following his instruction. My clenching and unfucked pussy twitched in anticipation while my master climbed up on top of me on all fours. His cock was still hard and hot.
Without warning, he plunged his stiff prick into my hole, and I moaned into the mattress.
“Pull her hair when you fuck her like that! Tell us what that pussy is like.”
Roberto’s words were forceful grunts as he slammed into me, “Her pussy is so much tighter than the others I’ve fucked. She squeezes it around my cock so it’s impossible not to cum.”
My pussy quivered with delight while he mounted me like an animal during mating season, pushing his big dick into me until my entire body vibrated in response.