The Sweetener - Sex Stories

The Sweetener

... The trouble was, it was always the bastards that got her juices flowing. As degrading as this was, she couldn’t help but follow it through to the end. “I’m sorry,” she breathed. “Does anyone else want to cum in my mouth? I’ll be a good little whore, I promise.” Her hair was wound round a fist. “I’m sure you will,” a voice said. There followed a brief exchange in that foreign language. Then she was lifted unceremoniously and dumped on the bed on her back. She was dragged round, so that her head hung over the edge of the bed. Blood rushed to it, making her dizzy. There was a rushing in her ears as her legs were pulled back. She felt cuffs being applied, then her legs were suddenly held in place, feet up high. She didn’t know how it was accomplished, only that she was laying there, with wide open legs, powerless to prevent anything from happening – as if she hadn’t already given up her own power to influence events. Here she was again, legs spread, cunt fully on display. “Shall we see how much the whore’s pussy can take?” one of the men said. As helpless as she felt, Patricia was also unable to resist the desire that raged within her tunnel of lust. “Such a whore’s cunt has seen much action, I’m sure. There must be much it can take,” another man said, causing laughter. Ashamed of herself, Patricia nevertheless couldn’t help feel that she deserved everything that was said about her. She was a whore, selling herself for the sake of a deal, albeit a very important deal. The slime ...

... on her face was running back up her cheeks where her head was hung upside down. Some was threatening to invade her nostrils too. She twisted her head. “Here, let me help you.” Natasha’s voice. A moist towel was applied, wiping away the slime, then soft lips pushed against Patricia’s mouth. “Thank you,” Patricia said. Natasha gave a soft chuckle. “We can’t have an accident. Not when you have so much cock left to suck.” There was a slight lull. Patricia knew what was coming, and her stomach was tying itself in knots. Again there were voices speaking in a foreign tongue. Then one said in English, “Open wide, whore!” Patricia opened her mouth for the cock to invade her. As her mouth was filled, two fingers shoved their way into her pussy. She was totally helpless, with her legs tied, her head hung over the side of the bed, being face-fucked and finger-fucked. This was the price she had to pay. “Let’s get that slut pussy filled to capacity,” one of the men said. Fingers twisted and turned in her pussy. They were utter bastards, but she’d always gone for the bastards. The fingers were replaced with an object of some kind, probably a dildo. Patricia wasn’t focused on that, though. The cock in her mouth was going so deep, forcing saliva out of her. Again a trickle moved towards her nostril, and she tried to twist her head. Instead, her nose was pinched shut. Her head began to swim as the cock in her mouth was forced right the way in. It was only a matter of seconds, but when it was ...