The Sweetener - Sex Stories

The Sweetener

... over Patricia spluttered and gasped for breath like never before. Slime trickled into her nostril and she made an effort to lift her head and snort it out. This time she couldn’t help herself. “You fucking bastards,” she said. “Shut the whore up!” someone barked. Her mouth was invaded again, her throat punished. She was drooling horribly, and once again her nose was pinched shut. She was dimly aware that ever bigger objects were being used to stretch her pussy, but focused all her attention on her mouth, on being allowed to breathe again. This time her face was wiped clean, then there she had cock in her mouth again, fucking her face. Maybe it was the same one, maybe a different one; she couldn’t tell, she just had to focus on surviving the punishment. Punishment for what? Being a whore? Selling herself for the sake of a deal? As harsh cock pushed its way into her mouth, Patricia was aware that the men were no long using objects on her pussy, but were back using fingers. Two fingers, three fingers, four fingers. The hand started twisting as it pushed inwards. Shit, they couldn’t be serious. “Is the whore ready?” someone said. She twisted her head violently, managing to free herself. Then she was crying out as an entire hand forced its way into her pussy. “Ow, fuck! Are you trying to kill me?” she yelled. “Shut the whore up!” a voice said. Cock was rammed back into her mouth. She was helpless, powerless to resist as a big cock fucked her face, and a man’s arm stretched her ...

... right out, his fist shifting inside her. Her head was swimming as she experienced another sensation. Plastic was pushed against her clit; vibrating plastic. She’d never ever experienced anything like this, and suddenly it was as if she was being taken to a place she’d never been before. Later, Patricia would rather fancifully liken it to a religious experience, but it was of course no such thing. She just knew that some madness and seized her, so that she hardly knew what was happening, but wanted it to continue. The cock must have left her mouth because she was wailing out loud. She didn’t even remember cumming, but she knew she had, because she remembered someone say, “Wow! Look at that bitch squirt!” Then there was warm, sticky seed on her tightly bound breasts, and the vibrating stopped, her pussy was empty. She lay there whimpering with the climactic exertion. Soft lips were sucking on her nipples. Natasha again? She didn’t know, only that the sperm was being licked off her. “Good little whore,” someone was saying. She felt a pull on her ankles. She wasn’t sure how it was happening, but she was being hoisted, so that she was hardly touching the bed at all, her head still hanging over the side. Suddenly fingers were probing her anus, an object filled her pussy, and then the vibrations started again. She started wailing again. It was unbearable and ecstatic at one and the same time. She was as powerless to resist the men as she was to resist the way her body reacted. She felt ...