Drunken Boundaries: Husband's Peacock Game
By Anonymous
6/3/2025
T was gorgeous, 5’6, green eyes, long brunette hair. Great fit figure, big perfect rack and an amazing ass …… but she had way too much to drink. Everyone at the party knew it…… her hubby J decided to push her boundaries in front of his mates and see how far she would go in this drunken state
T stumbled into the crowded living room, her heels clicking loudly on the hardwood floor. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back, and her green eyes were glazed over. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves perfectly, her big, firm tits straining against the fabric. Her ass looked spectacular, round and perfectly shaped. J, her husband, smirked from his spot on the couch, a beer in hand. His friends, all of them leering, surrounded him. "You're shit-faced, babe," J commented, his voice carrying over the pulsing music. T giggled, swaying slightly. "Maybe a little," she admitted. J's eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and mischief. "How about a game?" he proposed to the room. "Truth or dare, but with a twist. Loser has to do whatever the winner says." His friends hooted in approval. T, too drunk to protest, just laughed. "Deal," she slurred, flopping down on the couch next to J. Her dress rode up, exposing more of her thighs. One of his friends, Mike, licked his lips, adjusting himself discreetly. J leaned in, his breath hot on T's ear. "Alright, babe. Truth or dare?" T grinned, her eyes half-closed. "Dare," she chose, her voice husky. J's smile widened, his hand resting on her bare thigh. "Strip for us. Show us what's under that dress." T's eyes fluttered, but she stood up, her body already moving to the rhythm of the music. She began to slowly unzip the side of her dress, and the guys in the room gasped as she slid the fabric down, baring her skin little by little.
T's fingers trembled slightly as she slid the zipper down, the cool air of the room hitting her heated skin. She shimmied out of the dress, letting it pool at her feet. She stood there in a black lace bra and matching thong, her body on full display. The room was silent except for the heavy bass of the music. J's eyes roamed over her body, his hand tightening on his beer bottle. "Keep going, babe," he urged, his voice thick with lust. T hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong, slowly inching it down. She stepped out of it, kicking it aside. She stood before them, vulnerable and exposed, in just her bra. Mike, one of J's friends, couldn't take his eyes off her. "Take off the bra, T," he demanded, his voice hoarse. "We want to see those beautiful tits." T hesitated for a moment, her breath hitching. But the alcohol in her system and the adrenaline of the moment pushed her forward. She reached behind her back, unhooking the bra. She let it fall to the floor, her full breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. Her nipples were hard, erect from the chill in the air and the excitement of the room. The guys let out a collective groan, their eyes glued to her body. J's grin was predatory, his eyes filled with dark promise. "Good girl," he praised, his hand moving from her thigh to cup her breast. He pinched her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her. "Now, let's see how far you're willing to go."
T's breath hitched as J's thumb circled her nipple, sending electric shocks through her body. She could feel the heat of the room intensifying, the eyes of J's friends burning into her skin. Mike shifted closer, his knee brushing against her thigh. "Turn around, T," Mike commanded, his voice rough. "Let us see that perfect ass." J's hand left her breast, landing with a sharp smack on her ass cheek. "Do as you're told," he growled, his eyes never leaving her face. T complied, turning slowly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She could hear the sharp intakes of breath from the guys, their eyes feasting on her backside. She felt a hand, J's, slide down her spine, following the curve of her ass. She shuddered, her body responding to his touch despite the audience. "Spread your legs," J instructed, his hand pressing between her shoulder blades, urging her to bend over slightly. She complied, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, her body aching with need. J's friends watched, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. One of them, Tom, reached out, his fingers grazing her hip. "So soft," he murmured, his eyes glazed with lust. T jumped slightly at his touch, her body tensing. J's hand gripped her hip, grounding her. "Who's next?" J asked, his voice dangerous. "Who wants to touch her?" Mike didn't hesitate, his hand replacing J's, gripping her hip tightly. His other hand slid down, his fingers brushing against her inner thigh. T's breath hitched, her body trembling slightly. She could feel the heat of Mike's body behind her, his breath hot on her neck. She was surrounded, trapped, and utterly at their mercy. She was drunk, she was exposed, and she was ready.
Mike's fingers inched higher, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. T's breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel the tension in the room, the heavy weight of desire hanging in the air. J's eyes were dark, watching her closely, a smirk playing on his lips. "You like that, babe?" J asked, his voice low and deadly, "You like being touched like this?" T bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her as Mike's fingers brushed against the edge of her pussy. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. The room was silent except for the pounding bass of the music and the ragged breaths of the men surrounding her. Tom, emboldened by the sight, moved closer, his hand joining Mike's on her thigh. His fingers were rougher, calloused, and they scraped against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the heat of their bodies behind her, their breaths hot on her skin. She was trapped between them, their hands roaming her body, exploring her curves. Mike's fingers found her pussy, sliding easily through her wetness. He groaned, his thumb circling her clit, sending spasms of pleasure through her body. T cried out, her hands gripping the back of the couch for support. Tom's hand slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head back. He leaned down, his lips finding the pulse point on her neck, sucking hard. J watched, his eyes gleaming with lust and domination. His hand moved to his crotch, rubbing himself through his jeans. "Fuck, that's hot," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. He stood up, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his hard cock against her ass, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her, dominating her. T moaned into his mouth, her body on fire. She was surrounded by them, their hands, their mouths, their bodies pressing against hers. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her body aching with need. She wanted more, she wanted them to take her, to use her, to fuck her. She was drunk, she was exposed, and she was ready to be fucked. Her body was theirs to use. As J broke the kiss, he looked around the room. His eyes were no longer the lustful leer, instead a cold, hard focus commanded the room. "Alright boys, who's next?" he asked, his voice steady and commanding. "Who wants a piece of this hot little slut?"
T's body tensed slightly at J's words, a flicker of resistance crossing her face. She pressed her lips together, her eyes meeting J's with a mix of defiance and lust. "I don't know if I can do this," she murmured, but her body betrayed her, arching slightly into Mike's touch. J's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "You can and you will," he growled, his voice leaving no room for argument. His hand reached up, his fingers wrapping around her throat, not squeezing, but holding her firmly. "You want this, T. You want us to use you, to fuck you." T's breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her as J's thumb rubbed against her pulse point. She could feel the storm of desire raging within her, her body aching with need despite her momentary hesitation. She let out a shaky breath, her body relaxing into their touches. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I want it." Mike's fingers, already teasing her pussy, pushed inside her, eliciting a moan from her. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "That's a good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see how many of us you can take." Tom, emboldened by her admission, stepped forward. His hand replaced J's on her throat, his fingers wrapping around her neck, squeezing gently. His other hand roamed her body, his fingers tweaking her nipples, sending shocks of pleasure through her. She could feel the heat of his body behind her, his cock hard and pressing against her ass. J stepped back, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the scene unfold. His hand moved to his belt, unbuckling it slowly, his eyes never leaving T's face. He pushed his jeans down, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He stroked himself, his hand moving in slow, deliberate motions. T watched him, her eyes glued to his cock, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the tension in the room, the heavy weight of desire hanging in the air. She was surrounded, trapped, and utterly at their mercy. She was drunk, she was exposed, and she was ready to be fucked. Her body was theirs to use.
T whimpered as she felt an additional set of fingers press against her pussy, sliding in alongside Mike's. She jerked her head to the side, her eyes locking with a stranger's—a guy she hadn't even noticed before, his face flushed with arousal. He smirked, his fingers curling inside her, stretching her. "It's only fair," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "Share the fun, right?" J's smirk widened, his hand moving faster on his cock. "That's right, share the fun. Isn't that right, T?" T could only nod, her body shuddering as the two sets of fingers moved in tandem, fucking her slowly. Tom's grip on her throat tightened slightly, his other hand pinching her nipple hard enough to make her cry out. The pain mixed with the pleasure, sending her spiraling higher. "Fuck, you're so tight," the stranger groaned, his fingers picking up pace. "I can't wait to feel this pussy around my cock." Mike chuckled, his thumb circling her clit. "Patience, man. She's ours to play with tonight." T moaned, her body writhing between them. She could feel the orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. Tom's lips found her neck again, his teeth grazing her skin, marking her. She could feel J's eyes on her, watching her every reaction, his hand still moving on his cock. The stranger leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a rough kiss. His fingers curled inside her, hitting a spot that made her see stars. She gasped into his mouth, her body convulsing as the orgasm hit her. Her vision went white, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. The men around her groaned, their touches becoming more insistent, more desperate. She was theirs to use, and she was loving every second of it.
As T came down from her high, she felt a sharp sting across her ass. She yelped, her eyes flying open to meet J's smirk. He stood in front of her, his cock still in hand, the other raised, ready to strike again. "Eyes on me, slut," he commanded. She compliance was swift, her gaze locking onto his. The stranger's fingers withdrew from her pussy, leaving her feeling empty. She whimpered, but the sound was cut off as Tom's hand moved from her throat to her mouth, his fingers pressing against her lips. "Shh," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You don't make a sound unless we tell you to." The stranger's hands grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressing against her entrance. He rubbed the head against her wet lips, coating himself in her juices before pushing in slowly. She gasped, the sound muffled by Tom's hand, as he filled her completely. J moved closer, his cock now at her eye level. He rubbed the head against her cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum. "Open," he ordered. She obeyed, her mouth opening to take him in. He pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she relaxed, taking him deeper. Mike's fingers were back, circling her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her. The stranger behind her set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against hers, his balls slapping against her skin. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure intensified. Tom's hand moved from her mouth, his fingers tweaking her nipple again. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, the salty tang of her juices mixing with his taste. She moaned into his mouth, her body convulsing as the orgasm hit her. The stranger groaned, his hips stuttering as he came, his cock pulsing inside her. She could feel his hot cum filling her, mixing with her own juices. He withdrew, his cock softening as he stepped back, a satisfied smirk on his face. J pulled out of her mouth, his cock still hard, glistening with her saliva. He moved to her side, his hand replacing Mike's on her clit. "Again," he ordered, his fingers moving in tight circles. "Come for us again, T."
The stranger leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Fuck, you're incredible," he panted, his breath hot on her skin. He grabbed her chin, turning her head to face him. "Let's see how many times we can make you come tonight." Tom growled, his hand wrapping around her throat again, squeezing lightly. "You heard him, T. You're not done yet." J's fingers moved faster on her clit, his touch precise and unyielding. Mike's hand slipped down to her ass, his fingers pressing against her tight hole. She tensed briefly, but Tom's grip on her throat reminded her to relax, to submit. Mike's finger pushed in slowly, the burn mixing with the pleasure, sending her spiraling higher. "Fuck, she's so tight," Mike groaned, his finger moving in and out of her ass. "I can't wait to feel her around my cock." J chuckled, his hand moving faster. "Patience, Mike. We've got all night to fuck her every way possible." The stranger's hand moved to her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple in time with J's movements on her clit. She moaned, the sound loud and desperate. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tensing as the sensation intensified. Tom's lips found hers again, his kiss rough and demanding. She kissed him back, her tongue tangling with his, her body writhing between them. She was theirs to use, theirs to pleasure, and she was loving every second of it. The room was filled with the sounds of their fucking—moans, groans, and the slick sound of flesh against flesh. It was raw, it was carnal, and it was perfect. Tom suddenly pulled back, his eyes dark with lust. "Turn her over," he commanded. "I want to see her face when I fuck her." J and Mike exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between them. They pulled away from her, their hands leaving her body feeling cold and empty. But only for a moment. Strong hands grabbed her hips, turning her over onto her hands and knees. She braced herself, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel Tom behind her, his cock hard and ready, pressing against her entrance. She pushed back against him, eager to feel him inside her. "Fuck, you're eager," Tom groaned, his hand slapping against her ass. "But you'll wait until I tell you to." She whimpered, her body aching with need. She could feel J and Mike in front of her, their cocks hard and ready, waiting for their turn. The stranger was gone, but she knew he was watching, his eyes on her, taking in every detail. She was the center of their attention, their plaything, their toy to use and abuse. And she loved it. She craved it. She needed it.
The guys lay her back back, pinning her to the coffee table……. The stranger becomes more insistent in the nasty Ways T should be used
The guys moved in sync, their hands gripping her wrists and ankles, stretching her out on the coffee table. The wood was cool against her back, a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies pressing down on her. J's breath was hot on her ear as he growled, "Keep still, or we'll have to tie you down." Mike's fingers trailed down her thigh, leaving a path of fire in their wake. The stranger circled them, his eyes roaming over her exposed body. He licked his lips, his voice a low growl. "Spread her wider. I want to see that cunt stretched open." His eyes flicked to hers, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "And keep those legs apart, slut. You're here for our pleasure." Tom's hands hooked under her knees, pushing them back until her heels were by her ears. She could feel the tightness in her hips, the vulnerability of her position. J's hands gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head. She was open, exposed, utterly at their mercy. The stranger's eyes gleamed with lust as he took in the sight. "Fuck, look at her," the stranger murmured, his hand wrapping around his cock. "So fucking ready for us." He stroked himself, his eyes never leaving her body. "Mike, get your cock in her mouth. I want to see her gag on it." Mike moved quickly, his cock pressing against her lips. She opened for him, her tongue swirling around his head as he pushed in. He didn't go deep, just enough to make her suck, her cheeks hollowing as she obeyed. The stranger's voice was insistently filthy. "Tom, fuck her hard. Show her who's in charge." Tom didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock rubbing against her wet folds. With a single, brutal thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. She moaned around Mike's cock, the sound muffled and desperate. Tom set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against hers, his balls slapping against her ass. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, her body tensing as the sensation built. The stranger's eyes never left her, his hand moving faster on his cock as he watched her take them both.
The stranger's breath hitched as he watched Tom's cock disappear into her, over and over. "Fuck, that's hot," he muttered, his grip on his cock tightening. He moved closer, his other hand reaching out to grab a handful of her breast, squeezing hard. "Pinch her nipples, J. Make her feel it." J complied, his fingers rolling and pinching her nipples, the sharp pain adding to the mix of sensations. She moaned louder, the sound vibrating around Mike's cock. He groaned, his hips starting to move, fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts. The stranger's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a command. "Deeper, Mike. Make her take more." Mike obliged, his cock pressing further into her throat. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she took it, her body trembling with the effort. Tom's pace didn't slow, his cock pounding into her relentlessly. The stranger's hand moved faster on his cock, his breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck, I'm close," he growled. "I want to see her covered in our cum." J let go of her wrists, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. He leaned down, his teeth nipping at her nipples, his tongue soothing the sting. She arched into his touch, her body on fire, her senses overwhelmed. The stranger's voice was a low growl, his eyes locked onto her face. "Cum for us, slut. Show us how much you love this." His words pushed her over the edge. Her body tensed, her muscles clenching around Tom's cock as she came, her scream muffled by Mike's cock in her mouth. Her orgasm triggered Tom's, his grip on her knees tightening as he groaned, his cock pulsing inside her. Mike followed suit, his cock throbbing as he came, his cum spilling down her throat. The stranger stroked himself a few more times, his eyes never leaving her face. He came with a low groan, his cum spraying across her chest and stomach. He stepped back, his breath ragged, a satisfied smile on his lips. "Fuck, that was worth the wait." Tom pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. He slapped her inner thigh, his voice commandingly lustful. "Clean him up, slut. Make sure he's happy with his new toy.”
The stranger continues to want more of J…… the other guys waiver at first but can’t resist this chance to use the hottest woman in the neighbour hood
The stranger’s eyes burned into T, his smirk twisting into a predatory grin. He licked his hand, collecting his cum from her chest, then leaned in, smearing it across her lips. "You loved that, didn't you, slut?" he murmured, his fingers tracing her chin. "You want more? Want to see how far we can push you?" T’s breath hitched, her body still trembling from her orgasm. The stranger chuckled, his hand wrapping around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "Eyes on me, slut. You're ours now. You want to be a good little toy for us, don't you?" Tom and Mike exchanged a glance, their cocks hardening at the sight of her submission. The stranger's voice dropped to a low growl, his eyes never leaving hers. "You want to fuck her while I fuck you, don’t you, J?" He slid two fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out. His voice was rough and wicked with lust. "You want to feel what it's like to be filled while you fill her?" Tom’s cock twitched, and Mike's breath hitched. The stranger chuckled, his fingers curling inside her, finding her G-spot. "See? She wants it. She wants to be our little fuck toy, don't you, slut?" He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to J's lips, forcing him to taste her. J's breath hitched, his body betraying him as he felt his cock harden. The stranger smirked, his hand moving to grip J's cock, stroking it roughly. "You do want it. You want to be our little fuck toy, don’t you?" Tom and Mike moved in closer, their hands reaching out to touch her, their voices a mix of lust and command. "Show us, J. Show us how much you want it." Tom's fingers dug into her hips, and Mike’s hands roamed her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. The stranger's hand moved faster on J's cock, his voice a low growl. "On your knees, J. It's time to earn your keep. Fuck her while I watch." J hesitated for a moment longer, then sank to his knees behind her. She was theirs now, completely at their mercy, ready to be used and abused in any way and as hard as they desired. The stranger chuckled, his cock resting on J’s lip. "Good boy, J. Now, let's see how well you can fuck our little slut." He grabbed J’s hair, forcing his head up. "This is how we’re going to use you. This is how we’re going to make her scream."
J looked at the stranger's cock, then back to the stranger, his eyes flashing with a mix of lust and defiance. "And if I don't?" The stranger's grip tightened in his hair, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Then you'll watch. Watch as we use her without you. Watch as we make her scream for us. But I think you want to be part of this, don't you, J?" J's breath hitched, his body betraying him as he felt his cock twitch, eager for more. The stranger chuckled, his hand moving to grip J's chin, forcing him to look up. "That's what I thought. You want to be our little fuck toy, don't you? Want to feel what it's like to be used, to be filled while you fill her?" He thrust his hips forward, his cock sliding across J's lips. "Open up, J. It's time to earn your keep. Show us what you've got. Make her scream." J's mouth opened, his tongue darting out to lick the stranger's cock. The stranger groaned, his grip on J's hair tightening as he started to fuck his mouth, slow and steady thrusts. Behind her, J's hands roamed her body, his fingers digging into her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. She moaned, her body arching back towards him, eager for more. Tom and Mike watched, their cocks hard, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The stranger pulled out of J's mouth, his cock glistening with saliva. "Fuck her, J. Show us how much you want this." J hesitated for a moment longer, then thrust into her, his cock sliding in easily, her body still slick from her previous orgasms. She cried out, her body clenching around him, her muscles still sensitive from her earlier orgasms. He groaned, his hips starting to move, his cock pounding into her relentlessly. His grip on her waist tightened and his breath hitched. The stranger watched, his hand stroking his cock in time with J's thrusts. "That's it, J. Fuck her like you mean it. Make her scream for us." He leaned down, his teeth nipping at J's earlobe. "And when you're done, it's my turn. I want to feel what it's like to fuck our little slut while you're stuffed full of cock." He grabbed J by the hair and started to thrust faster, deeper. "You do like that don't you, J. Like being a slut being filled with cock." The stranger pushed J's hips forward, forcing him deeper inside her.
The stranger tells them to tie Ts legs so her knees are up near her ears, bent in half…… the Tele them if they don’t start making scream he’ll have to do it, and he’ll be 100 times worse on her
The stranger's voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. "Tom, Mike, tie her legs. I want her knees up near her ears, bent in half. Make it tight. She's not going anywhere." Tom and Mike sprang into action, their hands rough and eager as they bound her legs with thick ropes, pulling them back until her ass was fully exposed, her pussy wet and glistening. She whimpered, the position stretching her thighs, the ropes biting into her skin. The stranger circled her like a predator, his eyes gleaming with lust and malice. "You look pathetic like this, don't you, slut?" He sneered, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. "But you love it, don't you? You love being our little fuck toy." J, his face flushed and eyes wild, pounded into her with renewed vigor, his hips slapping against her ass. She cried out, the sound raw and primal, her body jerking with each thrust. Tom and Mike watched, their hands stroking their cocks, their breaths coming in harsh gasps. "You hear that, J?" the stranger growled, his voice a low rumble. "You hear her screams? That's what we want. That's what we need. If you don't start making her scream, I'll have to do it. And trust me, I'll be a hundred times worse on her." His eyes flicked to Tom and Mike, his expression dark and dangerous. "And if you can't handle it, if you can't give her what she needs, then maybe you should leave. Because we won't stop until she's begging for mercy. Until she's screaming so loud the whole neighborhood hears her." He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Isn't that right, slut? You want us to use you, to abuse you, to make you scream until you can't take it anymore." She whimpered, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The stranger chuckled, his hand moving to grip her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "That's what I thought. You're a perfect little slut, aren't you? Always ready to take more, always ready to be used." He grabbed her hair again, yanking her head back. "Now, let's see how loud you can scream."
J's thrusts grew more urgent, his body slick with sweat as he drove into her with brutal force. The ropes dug into her skin, the restriction heightening her senses, making every thrust, every touch, more intense. She screamed, a guttural sound that filled the room, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure and pain washed over her. He grunted, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock pounding into her. "Fuck," he hissed, his fingers digging into her hips. "You feel so good. So tight. So fucking wet." The stranger watched, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with J's thrusts. "That's it, J. Fuck her like you hate her. Like you want to break her." He moved closer, his free hand reaching out to slap her ass, the sound echoing in the room. She cried out, her body jerking, her pussy clenching around J's cock. "Harder," the stranger commanded, his voice a low growl. "Fuck her harder. Make her scream louder." J obeyed, his hips moving faster, his cock driving deeper. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in rough circles. She screamed again, her body bucking, her pussy flooding with wetness. The stranger chuckled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Tom and Mike, their cocks hard and leaking, moved closer, their hands roaming over her body, pinching her nipples, slapping her thighs. She cried out, her body a playground of sensation, pain and pleasure blending into one indistinguishable haze. The stranger watched, his hand moving faster on his cock, his breath coming in harsh gasps. "Fuck, you're close, aren't you, J?" the stranger taunted, his voice a low rumble. "You're going to come inside her, aren't you? Fill her up with your cum. Make her our little cum dump." He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "And then it's my turn. I'm going to fuck you while J is stuffed full of cock. I'm going to make you scream even louder. I'm going to—" The stranger's words were cut off as J let out a guttural groan, his hips jerking as he came, his cock pulsing inside her. She screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy milking his cock, drawing out every last drop of his cum. The stranger chuckled, his hand moving faster on his cock, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps. "The night is still young," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Get ready to scream, slut. Because we're just getting started."
As J pulled out, his cock glistening with a mix of her wetness and his cum, the stranger moved in, his eyes locked onto her exposed, dripping pussy. He stroked his cock, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Look at you," he sneered, "so fucking used. So ready for more." He grabbed J's cock, using it to spread her open wider, exposing her clit, her asshole, every intimate part of her. The cool air hit her, making her shiver, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Tom and Mike stood on either side of her, their hands roaming, pinching, slapping, keeping her on edge. "You like being our little slut, don't you?" the stranger asked, rubbing the head of his cock against her entrance, coating it in her juices and J's cum. He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. "Answer me, slut. Tell us how much you love this." She whimpered, her body tensing as she felt his cock press against her. "Y-yes," she stuttered, her voice barely a whisper. "I love it." The stranger chuckled, a dark, menacing sound. "That's what I thought." He thrust into her, hard and deep, making her scream. "Now, let's see how much you can really take." He started to move, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock pounding into her with brutal force. He was bigger, thicker than J, stretching her, filling her completely. She screamed, the sound raw and primal, her body jerking with each thrust. He slurred. “Is this that worst you can do J? Are you ready to step up?” He groaned, “You’re going to get it sweetheart. You’re going to get it, because you are such a good little fuck toy, aren’t you?" J, watching, his cock already hard again, licked his lips. "Fuck, yeah. She loves it. She's our little cum dump, remember?" The stranger grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock driving deeper. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in rough, punishing circles. She screamed again, her body bucking, her pussy flooding with more wetness. The stranger chuckled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, sweat dripping from his brow. Tom and Mike, their cocks hard and leaking, moved in closer, their hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts, slapping her thighs. She cried out, her body a symphony of sensation, pain and pleasure blending into one indistinguishable, intoxicating haze. Their hands, mouths, and cocks were everywhere, claiming every inch of her. She was their plaything, their toy, their slut. And she loved every second of it.
Mike moved in quickly, his cock already hard and ready. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and angled his hips to line up with her mouth. His cock, thick and veiny, brushed against her lips, and she could see a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He spat on his cock, coating it, and then pressed it against her lips, forcing her mouth open. "Suck, slut," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. "Suck my cock like the good little whore you are." She opened her mouth wider, taking him in, her tongue swirling around the head. He groaned, his hips moving, fucking her mouth with slow, deep thrusts. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but he didn't stop. Instead, he grabbed her hair tighter, pulling her head back further, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. She sputtered, her body jerking as she fought for breath, but he just chuckled, a dark, menacing sound. "That's it, slut. Take it. Take my cock down your throat." Tom, not to be left out, moved behind Mike, his hands roaming over Mike's body, squeezing his ass, his hips, his thighs. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Mike's ear. "Fuck her mouth, Mike. Use her. Make her gag on your cock." His hands moved lower, grabbing Mike's balls, rolling them gently, before moving back to grab the cheeks of his ass. The stranger, pounding into her pussy, grunted in approval. "That's right. Use her. She's here for our pleasure. For our amusement. She lives to be our fuck toy." He reached out, slapping her face, leaving a red handprint. "Isn't that right, slut? You live for this, don't you? To be used, abused, degraded." She tried to nod, her mouth full of Mike's cock, her eyes streaming with tears. The stranger chuckled, his hips moving faster, his cock driving deeper into her pussy. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. She moaned, the sound muffled by Mike's cock, her body bucking, her pussy flooding with more wetness. Mike's hips moved faster, his cock fucking her mouth with brutal force. He groaned, his body tensing, his cock swelling. "Fuck, I'm gonna come," he hissed, his hips jerking as he spilled his load down her throat. She gagged, her body convulsing as she tried to swallow, tears streaming down her face. Mike chuckled, a cruel, satisfied sound, as he pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. "Good girl. You took it all like a good little slut." Tom moved in, his cock hard and ready, eager to take his turn. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head up, and angled his hips to line up with her mouth. "Open up, slut. It's my turn to use your mouth." He spat on his cock, coating it, and then pressed it against her lips, forcing her mouth open. She took him in, her tongue swirling around the head, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, the ropes biting into her skin, the stranger's cock pounding into her pussy. The night was still young, and she was far from done being their plaything.