Faye climbed the steps up to the boys' flat, her heart pounding with every pace. She wore a long overcoat, but was naked underneath except for a sexy brassiere and matching panties, all of white silk to match her pale skin and blonde hair. The lace and frills accentuated her girlish and innocent looks, while the thought of being out in public with so little preserving her decency had turned her on so much that she felt that the scandalously revealing thong was already soaked through. She'd shifted silently in the backseat of the taxi, her coat falling open just enough to give the driver a naughty glimpse of her bare thigh but nothing more, and she'd sensed him angle the mirror down to leer over her as they drove, spying on her whenever he thought she wasn't looking. The naughtiness turned her on all the more, but no thought aroused her so much as the anticipation of the wild group fucking she was about to enjoy.
It had been two weeks since the boys had surprised her, and since she had submitted completely to her master. They had fucked her senseless and she had loved it. There was no escaping the truth: she was a whore, a slut, a fuck toy to be used for pleasure.
The things they made her do had dominated her fantasies ever since, and she had played with herself relentlessly since then, replaying every filthy image, imagining more anything more depravity. Her pussy would glisten with moisture as she drank a glass of wine, remembering how she'd been taken roughly and completely by four horny men. How they'd come in her mouth, bent her over and did her from behind and from the front, splashed her face with semen while she came and came.
But most of all, the double fucking she'd received. She rode Kevin joyously until suddenly Harry had speared her arsehole with his cock, rudely thrusting in as she pleaded and moaned in futility. As she lay on her bed, vibrator at her clit and fingers inside herself, she replayed the scene over and over. The feel of him up her arse and Kevin up her pussy, the overwhelming sensation of being sandwiched between two powerful men had been unreal, and now she could think of nothing else. The tasteful, story-heavy, erotic videos of romantic coupling no longer did the job, and she wanted smut instead. Gang bangs, orgies, threesomes: she'd masturbate to the sight of men degrading beautiful, nubile girls, defiling them with cocks in pussies and arseholes, double-stuffing them and spunking all over their pretty faces.
Every night was the same now, her fantasies getting more and more intense until she'd messaged Harry, desperate for him to set up another session with the boys and make her their slut again.
He'd said nothing in reply. She'd never felt so desperate.
To her shame, she messaged him again, and then when he'd ignored her for a few days more she'd left him a series of drunken voicemails, pleading for them all to use her again.
Half remembered snippets of the voicemail had haunted her in the morning. Come on my face again: she cringed in embarrassment. I'll fuck all of you, however you want: she recalled halfway through a boring meeting.
I'll do anything.
Finally, just when she'd convinced herself that Harry had abandoned her, she received a reply, terse and cruel and instantly igniting her desire.
My place. Tomorrow. Nine P.M.
Now she stood before the door, and raised a trembling hand to knock three times. Her heart was pounding now, beating in her chest like a drum, and the door stood solid for a sickening few seconds in which she convinced herself that it had all been a cruel joke, that her lovely boys no longer wanted her as their fuck toy, that Harry had indeed left her -
The door swung opened, and her lover, her master, her friend, stood before her, as handsome to her as a god. There was the sadistic smile, the sculpted chin, the graceful cheekbones and thin eyebrows...her breath caught in her throat. How things had changed in the space of a few weeks; they'd been fuck buddies for ages, but now she wanted him on a level she never knew possible.
"Faye," he said simply, and opened the door to admit her. "Come in."
She smiled up at him gratefully, and stepped through the door into the dimly lit flat, the scene of her sexual enlightenment; she glanced around and immediately smiled wider. Candles burned on every surface, bathing the room in a warm glow. Faye threw herself into Harry's arms, kissing him deeply and eagerly. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands caressed down her back, the old friends fondling one another hungrily.
"Mmm...have you missed us, whore?" Harry asked, and her cheeks reddened. She nodded and kissed him again, passionately, hungrily. When they separated her heart leapt as she heard the doors to the boys' bedrooms open one by one, and smiled at her lovers as they appeared:
Rob, fair haired and eager; Kevin, tall, dark and handsome; James, towering over her and dwarfing the rest. They joined her Master, Harry, who had sandy brown hair, a chiseled body and was all the more beautiful to her when his thin lips contorted into the sadistic smile he reserved for degrading her.
Her heart was a-flutter at the sight of them; her pussy was afire with anticipation.
"Hi, boys," she giggled as the trio joined them, plucking up her courage as her lovers surrounded her by the sofa to ask: "Are you ready to fuck me again?"
The boys laughed and cajoled, reaching out to her and tugging at her clothes, spiriting away her handbag and urging her to strip. She giggled playfully at the horny boys, glad to be the centre of attention again.
"Take your clothes off, slut," growled Kevin, her heart pounding with arousal as she reached for the belt of her overcoat to reveal herself. Her throat was dry in anticipation, her breathing shallow as she undid the buckle, and let the coat crumple to the floor in a heap. The boys whistled and gasped at the sight of her, as she stood before her boys in her lacy bra and panties.
She could feel their lust radiation off them as they admired her, and the knowledge of it had her wetter than she thought possible. No sooner had she shed her clothes than all of the boys pounced, pawing at her breasts and squeezing her tight bottom. Hands began to roam her body, caressing her breasts and her waist, lips locking over hers as each boy sought access to her. Fingers played at her nipples, causing her to gasp. More digits slid under her panties and began to play with her wet twat, and she moaned. Lips kissed down her bare back, to her bottom, and she groaned in excitement as the unknown lover pressed his face into her cunt from behind, easing her soaking thong to one side and lapping at her pussy.
"Oh fuck..." she groaned, her eyes closed in bliss as someone began to suck on her tits. A hand grabbed her wrist and brought it down to an erect cock, and she smiled as she began to massage it; soon she had one in each palm and was rewarded with the moans of her men as the thick lengths hardened and pulsed angrily beneath her fingers.
"That's good, slut," said Harry suddenly, "Now get down on your knees. You need to suck some cock."
Faye, her breathing ragged and heavy from the expert licking she was receiving from the rear, obeyed. A pillow was brought forth as Harry gently but firmly forced her to her knees, presenting her with his fine shaft. Faye smiled lovingly, stroking his penis with her left hand and cupping his balls gently with the right, before planting kisses on the shaft, her tongue darting out to lightly lick on his manhood. Harry groaned in pleasure as she teased him until he could take no more, and brought the head to her lips until she opened up for him. She moaned happily as he entered her mouth, sucking him well and looking deeply into his eyes.
Kevin was naked now, and took her hand off Harry's shaft to jerk him off; Rob followed suit so that she found herself playing with two wonderfully hard cocks while sucking on her master's tool. Harry brought his hands to the back of her head and forced his shaft deeper into her mouth, causing her to gag while she took her into her throat, but she swallowed hard and began to deepthroat him through the reflex. He fucked her face as she asked, holding her in place and thrusting into her mouth so deep that tears came to her eyes as she struggled to take his length; but take it she did, and without complaint.
The air was thick with lust, and soon Rob wanted a turn on her, tilting her head and snatching her away from Harry's cock before thrusting in without warning; Faye choked slightly but steadied her breathing to match the rhythm as he fucked her mouth. She sucked eagerly, lapping at his balls as he brought himself all the way into her, and he began to groan happily and complement her for being such a good cock-sucker. She switched hands to please the other boys while she sucked on Rob's cock, and then moved on to work on Kevin's thick shaft, too wide by far to enter her throat. She loved Kevin's stout dick, which filled her pleasantly and contrasted well with Harry's length; now she sucked eagerly on the head and moaned with joy as she jerked the shaft.
