The Sweetener - Sex Stories

The Sweetener

... thought, as she stood there. Then something cold and thick and slippery was trickling in between her buttocks. There was a lot of it; the smear of oily lubrication. The hands were Natasha’s, she was sure of it. Natasha massaging the stuff into her; plunging oily fingers into her arse and her cunt, preparing her. Patricia tried to focus on the woman’s hands and fingers, rather than imagining the number of men that might be gathered around, staring at her pussy and arse as she was readied for their attentions. Natasha’s hands moved away, then a harsh voice said, “Roll over, slut! Spread your legs and show us that your cunt is ready for fucking!” She complied, getting on her back, letting her legs fall apart, and using her hands to spread her pussy lips. There was appreciative chatter, before one voice rose above the crowd. “Very nice fuck hole. You want us to fuck your pussy, whore?” Oh shit, what had she gotten herself into, but she must play her part. “Yes,” she said. “I want your cocks in my fuck hole.” There were scattered laughs. “I’m a tit man myself,” a new voice said. “And those tits are fantastic.” There was movement in the mattress. Hands were grabbing her breasts, squeezing. With no warning whatsoever, two fingers where shoved into Patricia’s pussy, as she continued to hold it open. This was it. If there’d ever been a time when she might have pulled the plug on this, that time was long gone. She was no longer Patricia the driven businesswoman, just Patricia the sex ...

... object, fuck toy, whose only name was Whore. “Is she worth it?” someone asked. She was never going to be able to distinguish individual voices, so why bother? “Well, we’ll soon find out,” someone else said. There was more movement in the mattress now. There were hands too, all over her, touching her, feeling her. Those fingers stayed in her pussy, moving slowly, but other hands were grabbing her thighs and her breasts, roaming her stomach. A finger slid across her lips. “You suck cock, yes? Every whore must suck cock.” She was Patricia, yet her only name was Whore, and she knew how she must answer. “I adore giving head.” This seemed to please the men. Their hands kept roaming and grabbing at her flesh, only harder. Fingers pushed into her pussy; harsh, demanding. Her body responded, in the way it always did when men took control and made it clear to her what they wanted. It made her feel ashamed, but there was no turning back. Now some of the men were speaking in a language she didn’t understand. Her breasts were squeezed hard, her nipples pinched. Hands manipulated her breasts, and her stomach lurched as she felt thin rope against her skin. Rope was wound round the base of her breasts, each in turn, then round the two, forcing them up against each other. She didn’t have to see to imagine how they were swelling out like big balloons. When fingers tweaked and pinched her nipples again, she let out a little whimper. Immediately there was a hard slap across one of her breasts, ...