Free My Sweet Degradation by J Phillips Page B

our sordid little world.
    â€˜You like that, don’t you?’ Christian whispered against my ear, mocking me. ‘You like my friend’s big fat cock fucking you.’ I didn’t respond, I couldn’t bring myself to, but he was right; my whole body felt as though it was on fire such was the intensity of Ben’s relentless fucking. ‘Say it,’ Christian demanded, yanking harder at my hair and causing me to cry out with a heady mix of pain and pleasure.
    â€˜Yes,’ I gasped eventually. ‘Yes, I like it.’
    There was no need for me to work myself back against Ben, as I couldn’t have taken him any deeper anyway. Besides, the intense thrill in imagining that they were using me against my will was all I really wanted from the experience, and it wasn’t long before I felt my body building towards that elusive, wondrous climax.
    â€˜You’re just a dirty little slut, aren’t you?’ Christian hissed. ‘You wanted our cocks from the very first moment you set eyes on us.’ The fingers of Christian’s free hand taunted me as they stroked along my dipped back, possessively cupped and kneaded by bottom, and then his index finger dared to press against my exposed rear entrance. I tensed against the rude contact, pleading with a misty-eyed shake of my head, but the unexpected touch only caused my pussy to grip even tighter around Ben’s stiff cock, and I’m ashamed to admit that I loved it.
    â€˜Say it,’ Christian tormented me. ‘Tell me you’re a dirty little slut or I’ll push my finger into your ass.’
    Ben increased his pace, fucking me even harder still, and I gasped through my sweet degradation.
    â€˜Say it!’ Christian hissed again, applying just enough pressure against my tight virgin hole to prise his fingertip inside. ‘Say it or it’ll be Ben’s cock you’ll be feeling in there and not just my finger.’
    The idea of it horrified and delighted me in equal measure, but I couldn’t; that would have been just too much. ‘I... oh, fuck ,’ I moaned, feeling something monumental surge within me.
    â€˜Tell me!’ he growled again, tugging even harder at my hair and wrenching my neck still further back.
    It was simply too much for me and I finally surrendered. ‘I... oh, I’m just a... I’m just a dirty little slut,’ I gasped, saying the crude words he wanted to hear coming from my lips, and as the last one escaped I cried out, my orgasm finally taking control of my body and my senses.
    It was so deep, so powerful, that I released anguished sobs of unadulterated bliss, and for what felt like an eternity I was no longer aware of Ben or Christian’s presence, and was consumed by selfish pleasure only.
    Inevitably my climax entered a gentler phase, and once more I took satisfaction from Ben’s rigid cock still buried deep within me, and just then I felt it tense and release as he gave in to his own orgasm. Waves of pure energy radiated throughout my body, causing my arms to quiver and me to slump forward onto my pillows, my bum still up in the air, as softer, warmer thrills washed over me.
    Eventually things slowed completely and I collapsed, utterly exhausted, into the mattress, Ben’s still-hard cock forced to leave me, my heart racing wildly. I lay completely still with my head buried within my arms, my poor abused body far too weary to move so much as an inch, and I’m not sure that I have ever felt more alive.
    Thankfully neither of the other two dared to speak any more, and all was silent but for the sound of my ragged breathing.
    Eventually, as I felt a warm trickle of Ben’s cum seep from between my thighs, I rolled over and lifted myself from the bed. Grabbing my robe from the nearby chair and wrapping it tightly around me, I looked first at Ben and then at Christian, but each of them avoided my stare and appeared rather lost.
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