His name was Derek. Weâd been messaging for three daysâdirty, blunt messages that left nothing to the imagination. He sent a photo of his cock, thick and already half-hard, and told me to come over after ten. No dinner. No drinks first. Just get on my knees the second the door closed. I wore a short black dress with nothing underneath, exactly like he told me to. My cunt was already wet on the ride over.
I texted him when I got to the building. He buzzed me up. The apartment door was cracked open. I stepped inside, already reaching for the zipper on my dressâ
And there were two of them.
Derek was on the couch, shirt off, jeans undone. Next to him sat another man I didnât know. Taller, darker, heavier in the shoulders. He looked me up and down like heâd already paid for me.
Derek smiled. âThis is Marcus. He was already here. Figured you wouldnât mind.â
I should have turned around. Instead I closed the door behind me and let the dress fall.
They didnât waste time. Derek stood up, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and shoved me to my knees between them. Marcus already had his cock outâthicker than Derekâs, darker at the head, a heavy vein running down the underside. I opened my mouth and he pushed in without asking. The taste of skin and salt hit my tongue. Derek stood to the side and slapped his cock against my cheek while Marcus fucked my throat in slow, deep strokes.
âLook at that,â Derek muttered. âCame here for one dick and already choking on two.â
They took turns. One cock stretching my lips while the other rubbed across my face, smearing spit and pre-cum into my skin. When Marcus pulled out, a thick string of spit connected my bottom lip to the head of his dick. Derek immediately replaced him, shoving to the back of my throat until my nose pressed into his stomach. I gagged hard. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my bare tits. Marcus reached down and smeared it across my nipples, pinching them until I whimpered around Derekâs cock.
They hauled me up and bent me over the arm of the couch. Derek kicked my legs apart and pushed into my cunt in one hard thrust. I was soaked, but the stretch still made me cry out. Marcus walked around in front of me, grabbed my hair again, and fed his cock back into my mouth so I was stuffed at both ends. Every time Derek slammed into me, I was forced forward onto Marcus. The wet sounds of my cunt and the choking sounds from my throat filled the apartment.
Derek fucked me like he was angry about it. Hard, deep, no rhythmâjust raw force. When he pulled out, he slapped his wet cock against my ass and called Marcus over. They switched without a word. Marcusâs thicker cock forced its way into me while Derek wiped his dick across my lips and made me clean it.
âTaste that?â Derek said. âThatâs your nasty cunt all over me.â
I licked. I sucked. I let him push back into my throat while Marcus used my pussy like it belonged to him.
They didnât stop at two holes for long. Derek spat on my asshole, rubbed it in with his thumb, then started working the head of his cock against it while Marcus kept pounding my cunt. The dual pressure made my legs shake. When Derek finally pushed inside my ass, the burn was sharp and perfect. I was fullâcompletely, obscenely fullâand they didnât give me time to adjust. They fucked me in opposite rhythms, one pulling back while the other thrust in, turning me into nothing but a wet, stretched hole between them.
Spit ran down my face. Sweat dripped from their stomachs onto my back. My own juices coated my thighs and dripped onto the couch. Marcus reached under me and rubbed my clit with rough fingers until I came hard, clenching around both of them, moaning around the cock in my mouth when they pushed me back down onto it.
They pulled out and flipped me onto my back on the couch cushions. Derek straddled my chest and slapped his cock against my tongue while Marcus shoved my legs up and drove back into my cunt. Cum was already leaking out of me, mixing with the sweat and spit. Derek aimed down and started pissingâhot, sudden, splashing across my tits and neck and into my open mouth. I swallowed what I could. The rest ran down my sides and soaked into the fabric under me. Marcus watched, still fucking me, and laughed.
âNasty little thing,â he said. âCame here for one man and now youâre drinking piss like itâs nothing.â
Derek finished and immediately pushed his cock back into my mouth so I could taste it. Marcus pulled out of my cunt, stroked himself twice, and came across my stomach and the mess already there. Thick ropes of cum landed in the piss and sweat. Derek followed a minute later, pulling out of my throat and painting my faceâacross my cheeks, my lips, into my hair.
They werenât done.
Marcus dragged me onto the floor, onto the wet spot weâd already made. He pushed my face into itâinto the mixture of cum and piss and my own juicesâand held me there while Derek fucked my ass again from behind. I licked the floor because they told me to. The taste was filthy and perfect. When Derek came in my ass, he stayed buried deep and made me push it out so it dripped down my cunt. Marcus scooped it up with his fingers and fed it to me.
By the time they finally stopped, I was a wreck. Cum in my hair, drying on my face, leaking out of both holes. Piss and spit and sweat covering my chest and stomach. My dress was in a ruined pile by the door. I could barely close my legs.
Derek looked down at me, still breathing hard, and said, âYou can clean up if you want. Or you can stay like that and weâll go again in twenty minutes.â
I didnât move toward the bathroom.
I stayed on the floor, legs open, face sticky, and waited for them to get hard again. Damn story sooo long you can hit me up on signal for part 2 here staceyjones5861@gmail.com part 2 was interesting trust me đ€
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