I slowly opened my eyes. The room was quieter now. My phone was ringing loudly — the abrupt ringtone cutting through the haze. I blinked and glanced at the screen: **6:00 PM**. I had been out for about an hour.
I was still naked from the waist down. My top had ridden up a little, exposing the underside of my breasts. I quickly tugged it down and adjusted it as best I could. I found myself sandwiched between two of the men, their warm bodies pressed against me on both sides. Careful not to wake them, I tried to sit up and slide off the bed.
The moment my feet touched the floor, a sharp ache shot through my lower body. My legs felt almost numb and weak. I had to hold the wall for support as I slowly walked toward the small table where my bag was. Cum was still slowly dripping from my sore pussy. When I looked down, I noticed a small wet patch on the floor between my feet — a semi-transparent whitish liquid that had already leaked out of me.
I picked up my phone. It was my mother calling.
“Hello…” I said. My voice came out a little shaky and hoarse.
I told her I had found a place to stay for now and that I would take the train back day after tomorrow — the one I had already booked. While talking, I felt a strong urge to pee. I shifted my weight carefully, trying not to let anything more drip.
Suddenly I gasped.
A warm hand had slid inside my top from behind and firmly grabbed one of my breasts, squeezing it.
“What happened?” my mother asked sharply.
“Ok maa… I need to go to the washroom. I’ll talk later,” I said quickly and ended the call.
I turned around. It was one of the muscular men. Before I could say anything, he pulled me against his chest and kissed me deeply. His lips were warm and hungry. His tongue pushed into my mouth while both his hands stayed under my top, kneading and pressing my soft breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples. The kiss was slow but intense — the kind that made my already weak knees feel even weaker. I could taste him as his tongue explored my mouth, and every squeeze of my breasts sent little sparks through my sore body.
Behind us, the second man stirred and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked at us and smirked.
“You already started?” he said, glancing at his watch. “It’s only six.”
A moment later the driver — the pharmacist — also woke up. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching us with a lazy smile while the man continued kissing me, still groping my breasts under my top.
When the kiss finally broke, the man looked at me and asked, “When are you leaving?”
“Day after tomorrow,” I answered softly, still a little breathless.
He smiled, then reached down and pulled his boxers down. His thick cock sprang free, already half-hard. He looked at me and said,
“Ready for this?”
The slow, deep thrusts kept building inside me until the pleasure finally spilled over. My body tightened around him and I came with a long, trembling moan, my walls clenching and pulsing around his thick cock. The feeling of my orgasm seemed to push him over the edge too. Within the next minute he groaned against my neck and started cumming inside me.
Hot, thick spurts flooded deep into my pussy. That was the moment I felt the strongest pleasure — the warm, forceful pulses of his cum filling me while I was still riding my own orgasm. He kept thrusting through it, and a short while later he came a second time, another heavy load pulsing into me. Only then did he finally slow down and pull out, leaving me wet and dripping again.
I sat up on the bed, breathing hard, my body still tingling. Even though I had just cum, I still felt hungry for more.
The other man was sitting on the sofa, watching me with dark eyes. He patted his thigh lightly.
“Come here.”
I got off the bed and walked over to him on slightly unsteady legs. Without being told, I knelt in front of him and reached for his pants. I pulled them down along with his boxers. His thick cock sprang free, already hard and standing up. I wrapped my small hand around it, feeling the hot, heavy twitch against my palm.
He looked down at me and smirked.
“Fuck girl… you look more attractive than ever like this.”
I felt a small smile tug at my lips. Then I stood up, placed one hand on his strong shoulder for balance, and used the other hand to hold his cock steady. I carefully lowered myself onto his lap, trying to line the swollen head up with my still-wet, cum-slick entrance. My legs trembled a little as I guided him, feeling the thick tip press against me, ready to sink inside again.
I tried to lower myself onto him, but my legs were still shaky and the angle was a little off. The thick head of his cock kept slipping against my wet entrance instead of going in. I bit my lip in frustration and tried again, using my hand to hold him steady while I slowly sank down. After a few clumsy attempts, he chuckled softly, placed both hands on my waist, and helped guide me. With his support, the swollen tip finally pushed past my entrance and I sank down onto his full length in one slow motion.
“Ahhh…” I moaned as he filled me completely again.
I started riding him. Rising up until only the head remained inside, then dropping back down so that his thick cock buried itself deep. Every time I rose, I felt that wet drag along my sensitive walls, and every time I fell, a heavy, satisfying pressure bloomed inside me. His hands moved up under my top and found my breasts. He squeezed them firmly, then pinched and rolled my nipples between his fingers while I bounced on his lap. The dual sensation made my moans grow louder.
The wet, rhythmic sound of my pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the room — soft, slick, and continuous. My small body hovered over his muscular frame as I rode him, breasts shifting under his squeezing hands with every movement. I kept going for several minutes, rising and falling, my breathing getting heavier, soft moans spilling out of me with each deep drop.
Eventually my thighs started burning. I slowed down and finally just sat fully on his lap, his entire cock buried inside me. Instead of bouncing, I began grinding and sliding side to side in small, slow movements, feeling him shift deep against my walls. When I grew too tired even for that, he took over. His strong hands gripped my waist and started lifting me up and down himself, using my body to stroke his cock. The controlled, deep thrusts felt even better.
A few minutes later he groaned and pulled me down hard. I felt his cock throb and then the hot, thick pulses of his cum flooding inside me. That familiar rush of warmth spreading deep in my pussy made me moan softly in pure pleasure. I stayed seated on him, enjoying every pulse as he filled me again.
When it was over, I slowly lifted myself off him, more cum leaking down my thighs. I looked toward the driver, expecting him to come forward next. Instead, he stretched and asked casually,
“So… what should we eat today?”
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