The Sweetener - Sex Stories

The Sweetener

... a new climax build like an oncoming train. She was only dimly aware of herself screaming and screaming as a second orgasm ripped through her. Patricia couldn’t have done or said anything, even if she’d wanted to. She was aware that the men were moving her body, that they were liberating her from the cuffs, bringing her down on the bed. Someone slapped her tits. “Are you awake, whore?” “Yes,” she gasped. “Good,” the man said. “You need to earn your money!” Patricia wasn’t quite sure when or how it had happened, but she realised suddenly that someone had inserted a butt plug, and that the night was far from over. Fuck, they were right bastards, but she always went for the bastards. She was doing nothing herself. Her body was dragged and lifted into position. She wasn’t at all sure how she managed to remain on all fours when she found herself in that position. Her arse was smacked hard and she moaned out loud. The butt plug was pulled out and replaced several times, and she moaned as she felt her sphincter open and close, completely abused. The men spoke in their foreign tongue, laughing, no doubt saying something disgusting and degrading about her. She was spanked some more, then came a voice in English. “Time to spitroast the dirty whore, yes?” It was both real and unreal. The butt plug was fixed firmly in place again. Her arse was slapped, her hair pulled. The bastards; it was as if they knew what really got her going. Two cocks entered her at once; one from behind, the ...

... other shoving into her mouth. She didn’t know how much more she could take, but it wasn’t her choice. She would have to take everything they gave her, until they were satisfied. That was the deal. "By any means necessary." The men slammed into her, fucking her as if they were trying to get their cocks to meet in the middle. She wasn’t just drooling, the saliva was gushing out of her mouth, soiling her chin. But there was liquid at the other end too, oozing out of her pussy and dribbling down her thighs. She couldn’t be sure how many men there were, how many men who fucked her mouth and cunt as she stood there on all fours. She couldn’t be sure how long they fucked her for either. She could almost feel herself dissolve as she became no more than their fuck meat, an object. They let her know it too. As their cocks kept on ramming her mouth and cunt, they continuously referred to her as their “cock whore”, their “dirty little fuckslut”, their “piece of Swiss cheese”. She was told, “Take it up your dirty little fuck holes.” She was told that the only point of her was her fuck holes. She was their “spitroasted little whore”, “only fit for one thing.” It was shameful and degrading, but the most shameful thing was how her pussy leaked as cock meat ravaged her mouth and pussy. Her tightly bound breasts bobbed beneath her. Fingers squeezed her nipples as stiff rods abused her holes, but her breasts were numb. Then there was nothing. To her own amazement, Patricia heard her own voice. ...