9. Ally

9

Ally

K ing lapped at my pussy as aftershocks coursed through my body. I jerked, extremely sensitive and ready for a nap when I tried pulling away from him. He kissed my clit, sliding his finger out of my ass. It left me feeling empty, but if I had to guess where this night would go then it was them inside of me together.

I shivered in anticipation, wondering how the hell I was going to survive these two. Maybe I didn’t want to survive. Death by sex with King and Boogie was more appealing than going back to my shitty life.

King got up from the bed leaving me feeling exposed in a weird way. Their bodies were magnificent. I thought an Adonis belt was the stuff of legends, but here it was in front of me, and mouthwatering as fuck. Their tattoos only added to their appeal and Boogie's mask gave me a chill of fear. My stomach clenched in arousal glancing at their cocks and the piercing that went through Boogie’s, only made me more excited. I was going to be sore tomorrow.

“Scene change, Little One,” Boogie said, leaning over me as King left the room. “Do not touch the mask.”

I nodded, the fear of our earlier words reminded me why they were talked about so much. They were wild, unhinged and they always did what needed to be done.

He was tense, cutting my ties like he was waiting for me to disobey him. I stayed still, keeping my gaze down so he knew I wasn’t going to try anything. Something about his mask bugged me, not that I didn’t like it, but I wondered what the reason behind it was and I had a feeling it wasn’t anything good.

Once the zip tie fell off, he rubbed my wrist, causing me to flinch. They were a little raw from me pulling on the restraints. He was gentle with me, which confused me and it made my heart stutter. Once he rubbed them, he snapped on a furry cuff pulling me up and snapping the other on my hand behind my back. We were chest to chest, his heat was delicious, but I couldn’t look at him.

“You scared?” he taunted.

“No,” I lied.

“You won’t even look at me, Little One,” he said, tilting my chin up.

“I don’t want you to be self-conscious or think I’m going to disobey,” I said. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

I looked away wondering what set him off last time. I was curious about what was underneath. I wasn’t going to suggest taking it off, but I was imagining what he was hiding.

“You were worried about making me uncomfortable?” His voice sounded unsure.

I nodded. He climbed off the bed and opened a drawer, giving me a view of his back and his big ass. A tattoo covered most of his back; it looked like a scarecrow, but just the eyes and the sharp teeth. It was terrifying but it suited him. He turned around then sat on the bed. I expected to see a toy or another restraint, not a face mask for me. My body reacted immediately, breaking out into a cold sweat, my heart beat faster and I was finding it hard to breathe. The handcuffs felt more constricting, the room was closing in on me.

“Little One!”

I looked over to Boogie and King who were staring at me. Shame hit me like a freight train and I wanted to leave immediately. I thought I had gotten over my fear of having something over my eyes.

“Please don’t put that on me, it’s—it’s—” I stumbled over my words feeling even more embarrassed. “I— I don’t like not being able to see. It’s a hard limit for me.”

Boogie cocked his head to the side, my face felt hotter as he studied me. Shame blanketed me as I bit my lip from trembling which inevitably led to me crying. This night was turning out to be awful.

“Ok, we don’t have to put it on,” King said, and I noticed he didn’t have make-up on.

Oh, fuck my life. Goddammit, why did he have to be so fucking good looking. I knew he was hot, I mean his whole attitude did it for me and I knew he was attractive, but sweet baby Jesus did he have to be my wet dream. It seemed life didn’t think I was embarrassed enough and now I wanted to hide in a hole until they forgot about me, and I could leave.

“Do you want to continue without the mask?” Boogie asked, cocking his head to the other side like he was trying to figure me out.

King leaned over the bed to get closer to me, pinching my chin as he searched my face for what he was looking for.

I hated the scrutiny, the feeling of being exposed, like all my baggage was on display for him. The feeling that won out above all others was, I needed to see this through. After this, I could disappear and they could forget about the woman who had a freak-out in their bed.

Instead of answering, I pressed my lips against King's lips, biting them so he would get the show on the road and I could move on from that embarrassing moment. He deepened the kiss, picking me up and setting me on his lap. His cock nudged my entrance, and I ended the kiss quickly.

“Condom,” I snapped.

“Aw… come on doll, you don’t want my child?” he teased.

“Do you want kids?” I sneered.

He shrugged, “A little hellion running amuck in Halloween town sounds pretty good.”

“A little doll or a little skeleton pranking people would be funny,” Boogie said entering the room with a rag wiping his cock.

“You are insane,” I growled. “There is no way in hell I am having a kid.”

Boogie chuckled, as if I had been joking.

“Let’s get you pregnant Little One.” He pushed his cock against my ass.

King kissed up my sternum.

“I don’t know if you know how anatomy works, but fucking me in my ass is not the way you do it,” I groaned, when King took my nipple into his mouth, sucking harder then biting me hard.

“Argh!” I yelled.

Smack!

I gasped when Boogie slapped my ass. He snaked an arm around my chest grasping my neck.

“Think you’re fucking cheeky?” he growled, tightening his hand.

“Yes,” I gasped. “I’m fucking hilarious.”

King pushed me down on his cock. Fuck.

“You don’t have a fucking choice, Doll,” King chuckled. “You are going to take our cum and we are going to make sure we keep it inside of you all night.”

King thrusted into me as the hold Boogie had on my neck tightened even further.

“I think we should fuck you over and over again, and when you think you’ve had enough,” Boogie growled, rubbing his finger against my puckered hole, “We will fuck you one more time just to be sure we fill you up and tie your thighs together to keep all of our cum in.”

I shivered, assaulted with pleasure, it came in waves, getting more intense. The lack of oxygen was adding euphoria of being fucked and held at their mercy. Boogie nudged my puckered hole, breaching the tight ring of muscle, loosening his hold on my neck, letting me take a deep breath. King continued fucking me with deep thrusts until they filled me together.

“Oh shit,” I whimpered, feeling stretched out, so full that I could die on their cocks, and I would be ok with it.

They groaned, stilling in me before they thrusted in and out. One of them always filled me, they synchronized their thrust so easily it made me wonder how many women they had fucked together. Boogie held my upper arms using them as leverage to fuck me harder. My tits bounced from their savagery.

“You look so fucking good, take our cocks, Little One,” Boogie said. “I can feel King as he fucks your pussy, sliding against me until I fill your ass up.”

I whimpered, hating the feeling, but also craving more. The pleasure was too intense, I wanted to pull away from them, but each time I moved they held me.

“You won't get away.” King grabbed my throat this time. “No matter where you’d go, we would find you to finish fucking you, so no matter what, you will remember what it felt like to have us fucking this pussy together.”

I whimpered as he tightened his hand around my neck, unable to do anything but survive the ride. They picked up their pace, as the lack of oxygen made my head spin. I jerked away, needing more oxygen, Boogie wrapped his hand around my hair to keep me still.

Fear slammed into me when he wasn’t letting me breathe. I looked down at King, seeing him grinning like a mad man. They fucked me harder until I felt like I couldn’t take anymore. King circled my clit, and my body didn’t know what to do. Fear and pleasure shouldn’t go together, but it was my catalyst to the biggest orgasm I had ever had.

Once that first wave of my orgasm hit, King let go of my throat. I took a deep breath, my euphoria hitting even higher. My body spasmed and shook until I heard them groan together.

This night wasn’t anything like I had expected, but I knew the night would stay with me forever. I fell onto King, exhausted and satiated, my mind slipping into sleep.

I jerked awake looking around a dark room, a little confused. The room was unfamiliar until memories of the night bulldozed into my mind.

A shiver racked through me remembering what they had felt like. I pulled my hands down and I realized I was handcuffed to the bed.

No. No. No.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I pulled again more forcefully even though I knew it was a lost cause. The pain in my wrists intensified as I pulled again.

“Can you just go back to sleep?” A body moved next to me, and I realized they had an arm around my waist.

“What time is it?” I pulled again, panic adding to my unstable feeling.

He grumbled, moving away from me. “It’s four am.”

“No, shit,” I pulled against them again. “I need… I need to leave.”

I tried to look over my shoulder at them, wondering why only one of them was with me. The tattoo gave away that it was Boogie.

“No, we need to go back to sleep,” he yawned.

“I need to go,” I said, tears filling my eyes. “I need to go!”

“Hey,” he growled, getting up from the bed, slipping his mask on before coming to my side of the bed.

Glancing up at him, a tear fell down my cheek. “I need to fucking go.” I pulled harder. “I… I… Please, I need to leave.”

Hysteria was slowly slipping in. I had to get home, they couldn’t know where I was and if they did… Nausea hit me full force.

“Please, let me go,” I cried, while pulling harder at the stupid cuffs, through the excruciating pain.

“Why?” he snapped.

“I have people who rely on me, I need to leave now,” I said, wondering if I begged, would he let me go?

“Are you married?” he snarled.

“No, I just have people who rely on me and if I’m not there by the morning?—”

“Kids?” He interrupted me.

“No, but they need me, I just, please,” I cried. “I’ll come back, I promise.”

I would say anything to get him to agree. Tears filled my eyes that I could no longer see him. He wouldn’t let me go and the consequences of my actions hit me. I had fucked up.

“Ok,” he said, unlocking the handcuff.

I was gobsmacked. He released me, but my brain wasn’t computing it. Before I even knew what I was doing, I hugged him quickly, grabbed my clothes, slipped on my vans and left the trailer. I put on my dress as I ran, I should have asked where the hell to go, but my hysteria wasn't letting me think clearly. All I could think was, I hoped they didn’t notice I was gone.