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.