Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Beautiful,” Lars whispered as the last drop of cum landed on the floor.
I turned my head to the camera, and he took another photo. “Now clean up, slut.”
“I’m not cleaning it up,” I protested.
The words were a lie. I had a word to use if I didn’t want to, but I didn’t utter that word. I wanted to place my tongue on the white liquid and drench my mouth with our flavor. The desire to be humiliated at such an extreme level was a rush I never thought I’d experience. I wanted them to force me so I could maintain plausible deniability and my pristine image remained intact.
Cain smirked at me as he took a few steps forward. He lifted his bare foot, and it landed on the back of my head. He pushed my face down until it was submerged in the cum. “Lick it up, slut.”
My tongue peeked out between my lips, and I licked every drop of cum from the floor into my mouth.
My heart speeds up as memories of the past flood my mind. These two men unlocked so much of me that I suffered when they were no longer a presence in my life.
“I’m gonna come,” I whisper to Lars.
He places a kiss on my neck and pulls out of me just as I squirt toward the audience below. Mortification sets in as I glance at the crowd gathered below us.
“They’ll love it because it’s from us,” Cain says. “I’m pretty sure Lars could piss on them and they’d all open wide.” Pain bursts as he pinches my nipples, causing the paper clips to tighten. “If you print that, I’ll tie you to the bed and cane your cunt until you bleed.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat or a promise?” I ask.
“A threat, Tinkerbell. I’ll fuck your cunt up so bad that you won’t enjoy an orgasm for a year.”
Lars pushes back into me, and both men move my body back and forth between them. A sexual game of tug of war.
“I missed watching you leak our cum from your holes, Tinkerbell,” Cain says.
Both men halt their movement, their groans melding into one as their orgasms unleash in unison. Neither pull out of me immediately. Both men hold me tight between them as the crowd cheers. I peer down at them, arms raised, cameras pointed at Lars, Cain, and me.
Lars turns to his doting psycho fans. “You want a pre-show?”
Screams and cheers from the people below.
Simultaneously, both Cain and Lars pull out. I scream as they lift me over and place my lower back on the ledge while Cain holds me tight under my breasts. I glance down at the men and women gathered beneath me, mouths open, chasing the cum trickling from me toward them.
“I always knew your fans were rabid, but this is a whole new level,” I whisper.
Cain bites down on my shoulder. “And yet all of them combined don’t come close to comparing to you.”
12
Lars
“That was one hell of a show you put on, Billie Goat.”
“Fuck you, Lars,” Billie spits as she shoves her legs in her pants. She gazes around the room, and I toss her the T-shirt she was wearing. She pulls it on before burying her head in her hands. “I can’t believe I did that.”
“Who cares?” I ask, pointing to the mask still on her head. “No one knows who you are. They probably assume you’re some rando groupie lucky enough to be fucked by us.”
Billie rips the mask over her head and glares at me. “That’s great. I love knowing I’m just your whore.”
“You’re special,” Cain says, lighting a new joint. “We don’t cum in groupies. We wrap our shit tight. Don’t want any diseases.”
She doesn’t need to know that we’ve never done any of that shit with groupies. It will only give her more power over us.
“You’re such a sexist pig. You’re out here fucking any girl who looks your way but have an issue with them doing the same.”
Cain chuckles, raising his hand in the air, the joint dangling from the corner of his lips. “No one’s judging a girl who likes to fuck, Tinkerbell, but I’ve got no idea where they’ve been. Safety first.”
Billie steps toward Cain, bending as she shoves her index finger at his bare chest. “I’ve fucked a lot, but you didn’t need to wrap it up with me. You see what I let you do to me? You think you’re the only ones I’ve done shit with? How do you know I don’t go to clubs and let random men run a train on me so I can push their cum out in a glass and drink it like the bourbon Lars loves so much?”
Billie still has her fire. I’d bet my cock and balls she’s never done the shit we did to her with other men. That’s what attracted her to us because Billie would’ve told us to get lost had it not been for the itch she was desperate to scratch. She’s always been wound tight, playing whatever game her parents set up for her. Even today, when she came in pulling that cardigan tight against her chest, I knew she was full of shit. So I played along to see what buttons I could unleash. “Maybe I’ll drink my bourbon while watching you drink a glass of random cum.”