I felt a cool wet cloth sliding up my thighs and wiping me briskly between my legs. "Geez you made a mess of her, guys!" Alan said. He slapped my ass after cleaning me; readying his toy for another go. "From now on we'll each just clean her up after you fuck her. She's a sopping mess down here!"
He wasn't wrong, but I didn't care too much. The warm waves of pleasure after Ethan had come inside me were subsiding, and being replaced again by feelings of emptiness and need. I whimpered as I ground my hips into the padded leather supporting me, trying unsuccessfully to bring relief. Allen noticed and kneaded by ass with both hands, then pressed a finger gently but firmly on the plug lodged in my ass, but it didn't soothe me--it just reminded me how empty my pussy was.
"Don't worry baby! We'll keep playing. I know it's empty now, but my man here is going to make that pussy feel good, okay?" I grunted and nodded my head. My asshole clenched desperately around the plug he pressed into me. I welcomed the aching pain that came from his manipulation of the toy lodged inside me.
Then he stopped. "Contestant Three! You're up!" As soon and he had finished speaking, I felt a new set of hands grip my hips. I was dizzy, panting with how much I wanted to get fucked. I didn't notice when the timer started, but it must have, because those thick, slightly calloused hands began to work.
I held my breath. I tried not to think of what was happening, or what I wanted to happen. It didn't matter, as the strange hand slid relentlessly forward, pressing along the front of my thigh, and stopping with a fingertip gently circling my throbbing clit. I let out the breath I was holding, rushing out of me in a an embarrassing groan. His fingers slid down and inside of me now, the tips of two fingers pressing agonizingly slowly but firmly into my cunt. I tried to grind into them further; they weren't a cock, but at least they were SOMEthing inside me!
SMACK! The fingers abruptly withdrew and stung me sharply on the ass. My rapist then used both hands to grip my hips tightly, silently instructing me to be still. I was stone.
He rewarded my obedience with some firm pressure on the plug, and a return of the fingers inside me. I held as still as I could, panting with need and pleasure as he gently worked the plug in my ass and firmly pressed his fingers into my cunt. I was afraid to make a noise; what if he stopped?!?
But the drugs and my body continued to betray me, and I was still panting for dick, my ragged breaths betraying my need even as I remained obediently, excruciatingly silent.
