Four
After that fuck fest with Hank and Uncle Frank, Trinity seemed to crave cock. Hank became a permanent fixture at their house; giving Trinity more cock more of the time.
When she came home from school one day soon after Hank & Frank fucked her, Frank showed her the video they had made. Trinity was mesmerized by her own image on the big flat screen TV. She almost came in her panties when she saw Hank pull her hair and forced her to look at the camera behind the mirror and tell the men fucking her how much she loved ass fucking. She was so horny after watching herself being double-teamed, but Frank tormented her by handcuffing her and not fucking her or touching her that night.
The next day, Frank told her to meet him in front of the school for 'lunch'. She waited in anticipation in front of the school and saw Frank pull up in the truck -- with Hank in the passenger's seat. She swallowed and her pussy lips swelled even more.
Hank got out of the truck with a leer and let her get in so she sat in between the two men.
'Take off your panties, slut,' Frank commanded as he pulled away to drive to their secluded spot.
'Yes, Master.' The thin strip of material came off easily and fell to the floor of the truck.
'Jack us both off, sex slave.'
'Yes, Master.' Before she knew it, she had two hard cocks in each hand. Neither of the men touched her as she jacked them off. 'Your cocks are so hard and ready for me,' she said in a sultry voice. 'Will you fuck me?'
'No,' Frank commanded. 'You are a sex slave. You please us now.'
She pouted, 'I'm surrounded by the touch, smell & sight of cock!' She jacked them in frustration and said, 'And I'm not being fondled at all!'
Hank pulled her hair. 'You're being a bad girl...' he warned.
'Unbutton your blouse and unhook your bra,' Frank commanded as they pulled into the secluded spot.
'Yes, Master.' She let go of their steel poles and quickly exposed her tits.
'Get out of the truck,' he commanded as Hank opened the door. They all got out. The passenger door was still open. 'You are a bad dirty girl.'
Frank put her leather wrist bonds on and hooked her bound wrists to the top of the truck's passenger door, facing out. Her feet barely scraped the ground -- the truck was so high. She whimpered as she hung by her bound wrists.