I pull Sabrina from the spanking bench. She starts kicking and screaming, trying to break away from me. I give her a hard slap on the a.s.s to get her to be still, not wanting to drop her because she's trying to be feisty. I'm enjoying the struggle, but I don't want her to hurt herself. I'd prefer to watch her c.u.m with pleasure, even more so when she's sucking down my c.o.c.k while Dante f.u.c.ks her tight c.u.n.t.

Flipping on the shower, I drop her to her feet, push her in, and then close the gla.s.s doors behind us. The shower is too small for all three of us, something we'll need to change. After what we're going to do to her here, we'll need to buy this f.u.c.king cabin. I'm not sure we'll ever let her leave it, not after the dark taste we've gotten of her here. The little witch's spell might be more than she bargained for.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dante enter the bathroom, taking up residence against the wall. Dante likes to watch. It's one of his kinks. I don't mind watching from time to time, but I'm more of a hands-on type of guy. I can watch just as good with my c.o.c.k inside Sabrina.

She jerks away, trying to go for the shower door, but I push her back against the tiled wall, caging her in. f.u.c.k, it makes me hard looking down at her and seeing how little she is compared to me. She barely comes up to my chest now that she doesn't have those f.u.c.k-me heels on.

"Why do you keep fighting it? You asked for this. What did you think would happen when you dressed like a s.l.u.t? You get f.u.c.ked like one."

She breaks loose at my words, pushing at my chest, her nails biting into my skin. The sting of pain is welcome, knowing that when I look in the mirror I'll see the marks she left all over my body.

"What's wrong? You don't want me to clean all that c.u.m off you?" I bait her as she continues to buck and go wild. "I hate to wash it off you too, but I promise we'll replace every drop."

I hear Dante laugh behind me.

"Please just let me go. You've had your fun." Her words are breathy from all the fighting that got her nowhere.

"We haven't even gotten to the good part yet. The part where I get your a.s.s and Dante gets your p.u.s.s.y. We're going to see how good you scream and fight us then."

Pulling her under the stream of hot water, I quickly wash her body and mine. After saying the words, I know I can't hold out much longer. I need her between us, need to fill her with every inch of us. Her curvy body will take us both so well. It's like she was made to go between us. I can feel it in every part of me. She'll never be free of us.

I soap her up quickly and then rinse her off even faster. The more I touch her, the harder it is to control myself.

Flipping off the shower, I grab her by the waist, throwing her over my shoulder again. I don't even bother with drying off. I make my way back to the bedroom, Dante hot on my heels. I toss Sabrina onto the bed, and she bounces a little as she settles. I don't give her time to react, and I'm on her before she can try to get off the bed.

My body pushes her into the mattress, my chest to her back. "Hands," I bark at Dante, wanting him to help me get her into place.

Dante secures her hands quickly to the headboard. I know we're both about to take her, and I want the taste of her coating my throat again as I drive into her a.s.shole.

Slipping down her body, I grab her hips, bringing her a.s.s up. She tries to kick me off, but three fast smacks to her lush a.s.s stop her fighting.

Dante grabs a fistful of her hair, making her look at him as I pull her a.s.s cheeks apart. "I'm going to watch you c.u.m as he eats your a.s.s. You keep fighting us like you don't want it. You're going to show me just how much of a lie that is. You went into that bar tonight asking for this."

I don't wait to hear her response. I just bury my face in her a.s.s. I lick from her tight hole all the way to her p.u.s.s.y, getting my face as deep as I can into her. When I stop right before her c.l.i.t, I don't miss the slight push she gives me, trying to get me to suck her c.l.i.t into my mouth.

"That's it, ride his face, get those p.u.s.s.y juices all over him. You can lick them off as he f.u.c.ks your a.s.s."

Her loud moans fill the room at Dante words, driving me on. Wanting to taste every inch of her, I eat her like I'm starved, like I haven't had her multiple times already, like I didn't have my face between her legs in the back alley of the bar.

I feel the base of my spine start to tighten with the need to c.u.m, but I need her to get off before I drop my load all over the bed. I need this c.u.m to coat her a.s.shole so it's nice and slick as I push my c.o.c.k inside it.

"That's it, you little s.l.u.t. Squirt all over his face so we can both rape you at the same time. We're gonna use the juices of your own c.u.m as lube for that tight a.s.shole you got."

I feel her legs part further and she goes stiff, her o.r.g.a.s.m shooting through her body, all over my face. I feel a little splash on my mouth as her body releases her c.u.m, and I want to lick every drop of it off her. But we're going to need it for what we're doing next, so I pull back and resist.

9.

Sabrina

My legs are so shaky from all the o.r.g.a.s.ms that have been forced from my body. I wasn't prepared for something like this.

"Saddle up, c.u.m s.l.u.t. It's time to ride two horses at once," Dante says as he gets under me.

Porter lifts me up as Dante slides under my body, his c.o.c.k jutting straight up. My arms are still tied to the headboard, but my legs are loose. As they get me into position, I try one last time to fight and kick out lazily.

Porter s.n.a.t.c.hes my legs, and I nearly collapse from exhaustion. "Looks like the fight finally ran out. All it took was getting raped a few times. Now you get to be our prized c.u.m bucket."

His words are disgusting and I hate them. But what I hate even more is how they heat me up and charge my body. What is wrong with me that I like being talked to like this?

Dante presses his hard c.o.c.k to the opening of my p.u.s.s.y and pushes in. It's a tight fit, even though I've been f.u.c.ked so often tonight. I'm still soaked from my o.r.g.a.s.m and it only helps his entry.

I feel Porter at my back and he reaches between us, where Dante and I are joined, smearing my c.u.m back to my a.s.shole. Dante thrusts in and out as Porter uses the lube to get my a.s.s ready for him.

I feel Porter at my a.s.s, and I take a deep breath as I try to relax. His c.o.c.k is just as big as Dante's, and I know I'm going to be stretched to capacity. If I'm completely lax it won't hurt, so I breathe deeply and close my eyes. I feel Dante's hands come around to my side, rubbing my back in a soothing way, and it helps me focus on something else.

Porter pushes in, and I'm suddenly so full it's almost painful. It's a tight squeeze with both of them inside me; the feeling is right on the border between pain and pleasure. I hear them both moan simultaneously as they start to pump in and out of me at the same time, the two of them thrusting as one giant c.o.c.k.

"Please," I beg. It's too much, I'm too full, and they've pushed me over the edge too many times. My body is merely a toy for them to f.u.c.k at this point, and all of my resistance is fading away.

Porter grabs my hair as Dante leans down to bite my nipple. I cry out from the shock of pleasure that runs through me, causing me to clamp down on both of their d.i.c.ks.

Dante releases my nipple and licks between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and up my neck. "Give us one more, baby. We want you to c.u.m while your c.u.n.t and a.s.s are being raped at the same time."

His words are punctuated by their rhythmic thrusts and the feel of his blunt fingernails running down my back. I arch my back, giving Porter my neck, and he bites my shoulder, pushing me past the breaking point.

I pull the ropes taut on my wrist, and every muscle in my body tenses at the overload of sensations. I scream my throat raw as I c.u.m hard and long, the two men thrusting hard into me and pumping their c.u.m into my body. I can feel the pulse of their c.o.c.ks as they each unload their warm seed into me. My own body pulses, trying to suck in as much of their c.u.m as possible. I've lost all control, and I just give in to what they want.

When the o.r.g.a.s.m finally finishes gripping my body, I collapse on top of Dante.

I don't know if I black out, but suddenly my wrists are untied, and I feel a warm washcloth between my legs. I moan at the wonderful sensation, reveling in the comfort after such rough treatment tonight.

"I think we broke her," Dante mumbles underneath me. I'm sprawled across his body, and I shift my body to look at him.

"I heard that." I give him my best stink-eye, but he just laughs at me, brushing my bangs out of my face.

I feel Porter crawl onto the bed behind me, kissing up my back and petting me sweetly. I moan at the feeling, closing my eyes and laying my head down on Dante's chest as Porter spoons me.

"I'm really glad Erica canceled on you tonight; this was way more fun than just going out to meet up for drinks," Porter says to the two of us.

"I hate to admit it, but you're right. It would have been nice for the three of us to see her and Mark, but after their sitter canceled, we definitely made the most of the evening." Dante snuggles into my front, and we a.s.sume our normal sleeping position. Me in the middle and them on either side of me.

"You guys had an awful lot of this in place before they canceled. Are you sure this wasn't your idea all along? It felt like it was planned that way."

Neither of the guys say a word, and I just roll my eyes and smile.

"Did you have a good time tonight, baby?" Porter asks as he kisses my shoulder.

I smile because they know I did. We've been together long enough for them to know exactly what turns me on, no matter how dirty the fantasy. "You know I did."

Dante laughs and kisses my forehead. "I think this might be our best Halloween yet."

We all agree and cuddle up together, sleeping in a twisted pile of naked arms and legs. Our love is different and little crazy, but we wouldn't have it any other way.

Epilogue.

Dante

3 months later ...

"It seems some s.l.u.tty little girls just never learn." I grab Sabrina by her hair, pulling her into me, her back hitting my chest. Fisting her hair in a tight hold, I tilt her head, licking up her neck all the way to her ear. I hear whatever she was holding drop to the ground. "What do you think happens when you wear short little dresses and walk around in dark parking lots?"

I feel her breathing pick up. "Dante," she whimpers, and I can hear the excitement in her voice.

"You know better than to leave the house after dark." I bite down on her neck, making her jump as I slide my other hand up her dress. I rip her panties off and drop them to the ground, then I cup her p.u.s.s.y. "Especially when you're not filled with our c.u.m. Our p.u.s.s.y never goes out of the house unless it's nice and full and dripping from your men."

"But you've been gone all day." She tries to wiggle her hips, wanting me to play with her c.l.i.t. I pull my hand back and smack her p.u.s.s.y. "You've been a very bad little girl."

She moans at the punishment. I release her hair and cover her mouth with my hand. Then I smack her again.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Each time, my hand gets wetter and wetter from the juices starting to drip from her c.u.n.t. I'm going to enjoy licking every drop. I'm sure Porter will, too.

"Already started without me, I see." Porter sidles up. The tracker we have on her phone went off as we'd been heading home from work, so we knew she had left the house. We both made a beeline for her. I got here just as she was walking out of the store.

"Oh, I'm just getting her nice and juicy for you." I turn her a little, and I feel Sabrina lick my hand.

"Open your legs wider for him like the good little s.l.u.t you are. You asked for that the second your a.s.s walked out of that house, and now you're going to pay with your p.u.s.s.y." She does as I tell her and widens her stance. Porter drops to his knees in front of her. I slip my hand out from between her legs and release the hand over her mouth and replace it with the hand that was just between her legs, coated with her juices "I want you to smell what you're giving Porter." I feel her lick my hand again.

"Show it to me." Porter's voice is gruff now.

"Do it," I push "Lift that dress for him. You'll let him take whatever he wants from your c.u.n.t." I feel her start to lift her dress, then I feel m.u.f.fled moans against my hand as Porter eats at her p.u.s.s.y. I rub my c.o.c.k against her.

When it gets to be too much, and when I know my c.o.c.k isn't able to take it anymore, I unbuckle my belt and free myself. I press the head of my c.o.c.k against her a.s.s checks and start to jerk off right in her crack.

When a loud cry comes from behind my hand as the o.r.g.a.s.m takes her, I pull her back from Porter and flip her around, pressing her back against her SUV door. I finish jacking off on her p.u.s.s.y. Warm, thick jets spurt from my c.o.c.k, coating her bare p.u.s.s.y. I use the head of my c.o.c.k to rub it all around. She jumps each time my c.o.c.k head touches her c.l.i.t.

I feel Porter pull at my shoulder, making me step back, and he takes my spot and marks her himself.

Then he takes her mouth in a deep kiss.

"I missed you, baby," he says. I step closer, leaning in and taking a kiss for myself.

Porter rights her dress, and I bend down to pick up her panties and the bag she'd dropped.

"You want to tell us what was so important you had to run out at night to get?" I ask, still not happy that she went out past dark and parked off to the side of the store. She knows better. To top it off, she's wearing one of her little sundresses. She's only allowed to wear them at home. s.h.i.t's way too short for any place.

She bites her lips and looks down, but Porter puts his finger under her chin and lifts her head.

"I got excited." We both just look at her, not knowing what she's talking about. "I mean, I was going over my calendar and I realized..." She stops, and Porter looks over at me like I know what she's trying to say.

Her eyes go to the bag in my hand. I open it and see an open box inside. I reach in and grab it. It's an empty pregnancy test box. I stare at her. Porter does too when he realizes what I'm holding. That's when I see the stick in her hand. She must have taken it in the store.

She holds it up.

"I'm pregnant."

Porter cups her face, taking her mouth in a deep kiss.

f.u.c.k yes.

We're going to spend all night worshiping her little body in celebration. Who am I kidding? We do that every f.u.c.king day.

THE END.