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“Anything we want. You said you had no limits, so we get to do anything we want to you in this room.”
My hand reaches out and tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear. Her whole attention is on me right now, and I soak it up as much as I can.
Tonight, I’m sharing my angel with three other men who all want to defile her in various ways and stuff her so full of their seed that she won’t know who is who.
“Lie down on the bed,” I order.
My hand wraps around her throat, and I back her towards the mattress, keeping step with her until the back of her knees hit the bed, and she falls backward.
Her long rainbow locks fan out around her in a techno-colored halo.
She looks like a disco angel, and I want to get groovy with her and then fuck her until she’s seeing heaven like I do when I’m merely looking at her.
“You need a safe word. Something that tells-”
“I know what a safe word is, Braylen.”
She rolls her eyes but fuck me if my name on her tongue doesn’t sound like fucking sin. Cherry props herself up on her elbows and stares at us all, “My usual one is fruit punch.”
“No!” Brad barks, “Pick a different one. You don’t even get to think about other men right now. Not like you’ll get a chance too…”
“Okay?” she pauses for a moment, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, “Cola?”
“Perfect! I love cherry cola,” Jacob chirps from her left side.
I rest my hands on her knees and part her legs, “Are you going to be a good whore for us?” I murmur, stroking my hands up her inner thighs.
“Mmhmm,” she murmurs, her pupils blown with lust and a little bit of alcohol.
“Good. You can start by being a good girl and letting Brad taste you. Let him get you ready to take our members all night long.”
I wrap my hand around her lace panties, and the sound of them shredding fills the room, along with our heavy breathing and Cherry’s sharp intake of breath.
“But-”
“No buts, let him do it. That’s what you wanted, after all. It’s why you agreed to the group date. It made your little lace panties soaked, the mere idea of all of us filling your whore cunt with our members,” I stroke my hand up her thigh, squeezing her creamy skin in my palm, then slap her bare clit.
Cherry gasps, her back arching off the bed. “What are you?” I ask her, my voice gruff.
The others stand around her silently, watching how she writhes on the sheets below her in anticipation of the night ahead.
“A whore.” She breathlessly replies.
“Who’s whore?”
“Yours. All of yours. Use me, please.”
