Free Professional Sin by Cleo Peitsche

closer, locking his massive arms around my upper back. His hips slam rhythmically into me, each thrust deeper. I can barely stand the pleasurable agony.
    With a guttural growl that rips through the room, he shudders mightily. His entire body shakes as he squeezes me, dominating me, making me an immobile receptacle for him.
    When he relaxes, it’s like he’s gone boneless. His deep chest fills with air, and he wipes a hand over his face.
    “Jesus, Lindsay.” He blinks at me, then shakes his head, then pulls me in for a kiss that’s so unbelievably tender that I think I might cry.
    “Hold her down,” Hawthorne says, and Romeo’s arms tighten around me.
    Hawthorne’s free hand runs up the backs of my thighs, and he presses on my tender cheeks, forcing me down against Romeo.
    His fingers dig into my skin, and he begins to rock into my ass, his thick cock pumping mercilessly.
    With Hawthorne holding my wrists, all I can do is whimper in Romeo’s arms.
    “That’s right,” Romeo murmurs into my ear. “Show us how far you’re willing to go.”
    Hawthorne’s cock is so big and hard. When Slade fucked my ass, he was gentle.  
    I just didn’t realize it then.
    Maybe this punishment is because I wasn’t grateful enough before.
    Or maybe they just like rough sex.
    As long as I can, I endure Hawthorne’s brutal pounding.
    Then I squeeze my eyes tight, bite my lip, dig deep and endure some more.  
    Romeo’s hand moves off my shoulder, and Hawthorne stops. He pulls out, and I gasp as a pleasurable tremor courses through me. For all the discomfort, I like it when they push through my limits.
    I hear Hawthorne pulling off the condom, and I turn to see him, his face reddened, ripping open a fresh box.
    Romeo pushes up on my hips. Even soft, his cock is too large to slide out of me. But as he pulls out, I see that he’s getting stiff again.
    “You’re going to be sore tomorrow,” he says as he slides out from under me, and I whimper as he gently lays me facedown on the table, which is warm from his body and smells of him.
    The three men line up behind and next to me, their distended cocks purplish, veiny, and glistening.
    I press my palms onto the table.
    Hawthorne slams into my swollen pussy, and he rides me hard, fast. His breathing is loud, and when he comes, he punishes my tender buttocks with stinging slaps as his cock jerks inside me.
    The second he’s done, Slade shoulders him out of the way, and I’m full again.
    I realize I’m drenched in sweat and my own arousal, and I’m whimpering like a cat in heat.
    “Can’t wait,” Romeo says. He jerks my head toward him, but Slade doesn’t give up his place, and I’m pulled off the table. My legs nearly buckle under the mens’ weight, and my heels slide dangerously against the carpet.
    But Slade’s grip is sure; I might slip, but he’ll never let me fall.  
    Romeo stands at my head, his cock at the ready. As he moves into position, I brace against his thighs.
    He pushes into my mouth. I tongue the swollen ridge as best I can given how little room there is to maneuver with something so large.  
    Slade vigorously fucking me doesn’t make things easier, either.
    With a roar, Romeo squeezes his shaft in his fist with one hand, the other hand on the back of my head, challenging me to swallow just a bit more of him. He shakes with the effort of controlling himself.  
    I do my best while wishing I could give him the blow job he wants and deserves.  
    And when Hawthorne slides a hand down my stomach and rests his fingers on my clit, I almost go out of my mind. Hawthorne’s other hand is full of my breast, and he’s palming me, squeezing my nipple. Each touch is more painful than the previous one, a crescendo of sharp pain that radiates through my whole body and makes me squeal and whimper in bliss.
    When I come, my entire body jerking, it sets Romeo off as well. Because I can’t get his cock down my throat, his salty juice fills my mouth, and I can taste him