Chapter 5: Chapter 5
The air in the annex was thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and spilled liquor. Becca knelt on the couch, her body glistening, her breath coming in ragged hitches as Steve stumbled back, zipping his pants. Ben moved in front of her, his cock, hard and eager, bobbing at her eye level. But Jasmine’s hand on Becca’s lower back pressed downward, guiding her to turn, to present herself.
“Not yet, tiger,” Jasmine cooed to Ben. “Let’s get this pretty thing properly opened up first.” She looked over her shoulder at Mark, who was still standing, his thick cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watched. “You ready, big guy? She’s dripping. Practically begging for it.”
Mark grunted, a hungry sound. He moved behind the couch, his bulk casting a shadow over Becca’s prone form. Doug watched, frozen, as Jasmine used both hands to spread Becca’s ass cheeks, revealing her swollen, glistening cunt and the tight pucker beneath. “Look at that,” Jasmine murmured, almost reverently. “Fucking pristine. Go on, Mark. Claim it.”
Becca’s face was pressed into the leather of the couch back, her body trembling. She didn’t resist as Mark positioned himself, the broad, blunt head of his cock nudging against her entrance. He spat into his hand, slicked himself roughly, and without ceremony, pushed forward.
A sharp, choked cry was torn from Becca’s throat. Her back arched violently as he stretched her, filling her in one relentless, invading thrust. “Fuck yeah,” Mark groaned, his hands clamping onto her hips, his fingers digging into her pale flesh. “Oh, Christ, she’s tight. Like a fucking vise.”
Doug felt his own cock twitch, a traitorous response to the raw, visual violation. This was Mark from Logistics, a man who talked about spreadsheets and delivery timelines, now grunting like a beast as he fucked Doug’s wife. Becca’s knuckles were white where she gripped the couch. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners.
“That’s it, take it,” Jasmine encouraged, kneeling beside them, her hand stroking Becca’s hair, then trailing down her spine. “You love that fat cock, don’t you, Crystal? You love getting stuffed full by a real man.”
Becca sobbed, a wet, broken sound that morphed into a moan as Mark began to move. He set a brutal, pounding rhythm, each drive of his hips slamming her body into the couch, the sound of flesh meeting flesh a steady, wet slap in the small room. “Tell me,” Mark grunted, pistoning into her. “Tell me you love it, you whore.”
“I… I love it,” Becca gasped, the words forced out between impacts.
“Louder!”
“I love it!” she cried, her voice cracking.
Jasmine smiled, a curator of debasement. She looked at Ben, who was still waiting, stroking himself. “Don’t let her mouth go to waste, baby. She needs something to choke on.”
Ben needed no further invitation. He stepped forward, guiding his cock to Becca’s lips. Her head was being jolted forward with each of Mark’s thrusts, but she opened her mouth, letting Ben slide himself in. He held her head steady, fucking her face in counterpoint to the pounding her body was taking from behind.
The scene was a grotesque, synchronized machine. Mark’s thick cock plundered her cunt. Ben’s narrower length slid in and out of her throat. Jasmine’s hands were everywhere—cupping Becca’s bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples, rubbing circles over her clit as she was split open.
“Look at her go,” Jasmine said, her voice pitched for Doug’s benefit. “A natural fucking cocksleeve. You see that, quiet man? See how she worships that dick?”
Doug’s jaw ached from being clenched. He gave a stiff, almost imperceptible nod, playing the part of a fascinated client. Inside, a storm of nausea and fierce, unwelcome arousal raged. He watched the saliva slicking Ben’s shaft, watched the way Becca’s throat fluttered around him. He saw the intense, focused look on her face even through the tears, a look of utter immersion in the filthy act.
“She’s gonna make me come,” Ben whined, his hips stuttering.
“Do it,” Jasmine commanded. “Paint her throat. Let her taste it.”
Ben’s body stiffened. He shoved himself deep, a muffled cry escaping him as he pulsed into her. Becca’s shoulders hunched, her throat working as she swallowed. When he pulled out, she gasped for air, a strand of cum and saliva clinging to her chin.
Mark’s pace was becoming frantic, his thrusts losing rhythm, becoming jagged and desperate. “Where do you want it?” he snarled, his voice guttural. “Huh? Where do you want my load, you office slut?”
Jasmine’s hand was a blur on Becca’s clit. “Tell him,” she urged. “Beg for it.”
“Inside!” Becca screamed, the word torn from her. “Fill me up, please! I want it inside!”
With a final, shuddering roar, Mark slammed home and held, his body rigid. Doug could see the man’s cock throbbing where it was buried, pumping his seed into Becca. She shuddered, a long, full-body convulsion, and a thin, high wail was muffled by the couch.
For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing. Mark pulled out, his cock glistening and spent. Becca stood, then sauntered over in front of Doug, straddling his lap. Cum dripped down her chin onto her tits and her eyes were hungry. He could feel the sickness of Mark's cum dripping onto his erect shaft as she ground against him.
"What do you think Mr Quiet man? You want some or do you just like watching?" Becca purred as she rubbed his shaft against her clit.
"Mmm, you're so hard from watching me take all that dick, I can barely squeeze you into me." Becca moaned as she lifted her hips and slid him inside her. Doug leaned back into the coach with a groan as she started to move.
"Oh hell yeah." said another guy entering with two of his friends. He slid over to Jasmine while the two friends walked over to the couch, unzipping their pants and stroking themselves without a word. One stood behind the couch, right behind Doug, offering his cock over Doug's shoulder to Becca, who leaned forward and gave it a kiss, just inches from Doug's face. She took the other guy's cock in her left hand, and then leaned forward slowly engulfing the one next to Doug's face while keeping eye contact with him.
Doug watched in awe, his cock throbbing inside of Becca as she slowly rocked on it. Her tongue lavished attention on the heavy cock between her lips, easily a good couple inches longer and thicker than Doug's own. If he hadn't cum already with Jasmine the sight of her tongue massaging the thick rod would have put him over the top already.
She pulled off the one in her mouth to catch her breath and show some attention to the guy to her left, smaller but still impressive. She devoured that one just as enthusiastically as she jerked the one by Doug's head, precum dripping down her hand, it's tip bobbing with each stroke right next to his cheek.
Becca hips rolled slowly, expertly edging Doug as she alternated between worshipping these two strange cocks right next to him. His cock twitched inside her as he watched her return her attention to the one closest to him, licking up the precum drooling out of it with a grin.
Doug desperately struggled to hold back as his orgasm as he watched his cock hungry wife lovingly milk the thick shaft next to him. He watched as she leaned closer into him and could see the bulge of his cock in her throat as she sunk her lips deeper.
The bulge in her throat pulsed against his cheek, a visceral rhythm that matched the ragged pounding of his own heart. Doug could smell the other man’s skin, a mix of salt and cheap soap, as Becca’s nose pressed into coarse pubic hair. Her choked gags were wet, rhythmic music, and her cunt clenched around him in vice-like spasms each time she fought for air.
“Fuck, look at her go,” the man above Doug grunted, his hands threading through Becca’s blonde hair, while still allowing her to control her pace. “She’s a natural deep-throat queen. Ain’t you, sweetheart?”
Becca’s only response was a muffled, affirmative hum that vibrated through the cock in her mouth and into Doug’s very bones. Her hips never stopped their slow, grinding rotation on his shaft. The man to her left, ignored, tapped his tip against her cheek. “Don’t forget this one, Crystal. It’s lonely.”
She pulled off the first cock with a gasping, slobbering inhale, a thick strand of saliva webbing her lips to the swollen head. She turned her head, opened wide, and swallowed the second man whole in one fluid, hungry motion. The first man, now slick and gleaming, nudged Doug’s temple. “Your turn to hold her hair, buddy. Make her take it.”
A numb, automated part of Doug complied. He released his grip on the couch and lifted a trembling hand, entwining his fingers in the sweaty, tangled strands of his wife’s hair. He felt the strain in her neck, the powerful work of her jaw. He was now an active participant, guiding her, forcing her, as she serviced another man.
“Yeah, like that,” the man sighed, beginning to thrust into the warm, willing hole Doug now helped steer. “Teamwork.”
The absurdity of the word, here in this reeking room, almost made Doug laugh. Instead, he watched the second man’s balls tighten, a prelude he now recognized. “Gonna come,” the man announced, his voice tight.
Becca’s eyes, glistening and red-rimmed, locked onto Doug’s. He saw no plea in them, only a fierce, challenging expectation. He held her head steady as the man’s hips stuttered, as a low groan was torn from his lungs. Doug felt the pulses through her skull, the hot, sudden flood filling her mouth.
She swallowed once, twice, a third time, her throat working frantically against his palm. When the man slipped out, she panted, a trickle of white escaping the corner of her smile. She licked it clean, never breaking Doug’s gaze.
The thick cock next to his face started to swell and then with a grunt, the man started to cum, just as Becca turned back to him. A thick rope of cum spattered across Becca's face while she giggled with delight before she wrapped her lips around the tip.
Doug felt his own orgasm rising in him rapidly as he watched Becca drink the man's cum hungrily. His shaft throbbed with each pulse, and Becca's eyes closed as she drank it all down with audible gulps.
Doug couldn't hold back any longer and he pulled Becca down onto him, squeezing her ass as he buried himself fully in her and started to unload. Becca's body tensed as she joined him in orgasm, frantically grinding her clit into him, all while her muffled moans and cum swallowing gulps filled Doug's ear.
Finally, she sat back, releasing the man's cock, which fell from her mouth and thunder against the couch back with a wet thud. She kept Doug's cock inside her, pulsing out the last few drops as her pussy milked him dry. She met Doug's eyes with a defiant smile and opened her mouth to show the overflowing semen on her tongue before closing it and rubbing her clit as she swallowed a final time, leaning back, and hitting her peak with a guttural moan.
Becca finally, reluctantly, pulled Doug out of her as she stood. "Thanks for the snacks boys." She said, stooping to grab her clothes and start getting dressed, though she still had cum on her face, tits, and dripping out of her.
She stopped at the door to the room, briefly, looked back and winked at Doug, before leaving with Jasmine following her out.