DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET

GANGBANG--Deepthroating

"You want to try?" His hand cupped my face gently, such a contrast to how rough they'd all been. "Want to know what it feels like to be completely filled?"

"Yes," I breathed. "I want everything. Want to try everything."

Marcus grinned, lowering himself to the floor and laying on his back. "Come here, beautiful. Climb on top and ride my c**k while someone f***s that pretty mouth."

I straddled him on shaky legs, my p***y still sensitive from two orgasms, and slowly sank down onto his thick length. He was pierced too—not through the head like Dante but along the shaft—and the metal bars dragged against my inner walls in the most delicious way.

"Oh god," I moaned, my head falling forward.

"That's it," Marcus encouraged, his hands on my hips guiding me to ride him. "Good girl. Now open that mouth."

I looked up to see James standing in front of me, his c**k level with my face. It was beautiful—long, thick, the head flushed dark with need.

"Ever deep throated before?" he asked.

"I've tried but—"

"But your fiancé's d**k is too small to practice on," he finished with a smirk. "Let me teach you properly."

I opened my mouth and he guided himself in, shallow at first, letting me get used to the taste and feel of him. Then he pushed deeper, and I gagged, tears springing to my eyes.

"Breathe through your nose," he instructed. "Relax your throat. That's it, good girl."

He pushed deeper still, and suddenly he was in my throat, my nose pressed against his pelvis. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only feel the overwhelming fullness of two c***s inside me at once.

"f**k, look at her," Gabriel said from somewhere nearby. "Both holes filled and she's loving it."

James pulled out and I gasped for air before he shoved back in, starting a rhythm that matched Marcus's thrusts from below. They worked in tandem—when Marcus thrust up, James pulled out, and vice versa. I was completely at their mercy, used from both ends, and it was the most intense thing I'd ever experienced.

Spit dripped from my mouth. Tears streamed down my face. My makeup was completely ruined. And I'd never felt sexier in my life.

"She's taking it so well," Marcus groaned, his hips snapping up harder. "Such a good little f**k toy."

"Gonna make such a beautiful bride," James added, his hand tangling in my hair to guide my head. "Walking down that aisle with our c*m still inside her."

The depravity of it—the absolute wrongness—made my p***y clench around Marcus.

"She likes that," Marcus observed with a dark laugh. "Likes thinking about being full of our c*m at her wedding."

They used me like that for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, my body overwhelmed by the dual sensations. When James finally came, he pulled out and painted my face with his release, thick ropes landing across my cheeks, my lips, my chin.

"So f*****g pretty like this," he muttered, using his thumb to push the c*m into my mouth. "Swallow it."

I obeyed, the salty taste foreign but not unpleasant.

Marcus wasn't far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic before he filled me with a third load. When he lifted me off him, I collapsed onto the carpet, completely spent.

But they weren't done with me yet.

"She's had her p***y and mouth," Dante said, and there was something dark in his voice that made my stomach flip with anticipation and nervousness. "But we haven't claimed her ass yet."

My eyes widened. "I've never—I don't think I can—"

"You can," Gabriel said, his hand stroking down my spine. "And you will. We're going to train this tight little ass until it takes c**k as easily as your cunt does."

Fear and arousal warred inside me. I'd never done anal, never even considered it. Derek had asked once and I'd shut it down immediately.

But these men... I trusted them in a way I couldn't explain. Trusted them to push my boundaries but not break me.

"Okay," I whispered. "Teach me."

Marcus lifted me into his lap, positioning me so my back was against his chest, my legs spread wide over his thighs. I could see myself in the mirrored wall—completely debauched, c*m covering my face and dripping from my p***y, my skin flushed and marked with handprints.

"Just relax," he murmured in my ear, one hand coming around to play with my c**t while the other spread my ass cheeks.

I felt something cold and slick—lube—being drizzled over my asshole. Then Dante's finger, circling the tight ring of muscle, pressing gently.

"Breathe," he instructed. "Push out a little. Let me in."

I did as he said, and his finger slipped inside. The sensation was strange, foreign, uncomfortable but not painful. He worked it slowly, in and out, letting me adjust.

"That's it," he praised. "Good girl. Taking my finger so well. Ready for another?"

"Yes," I breathed, my hips rocking slightly.

He added a second finger, stretching me more, scissoring them to open me up. Marcus's hand on my c**t kept pleasure building, mixing with the burn of the stretch until I couldn't tell which sensation was which.

"One more," Dante said, and pushed a third finger in.

I cried out, the stretch intense, bordering on too much. But Marcus worked my c**t faster, whispering filthy encouragement in my ear, and my body started to relax into it.

"She's ready," Dante announced, pulling his fingers out.

I felt the head of his c**k—thicker than his fingers, hot and slick with lube—press against my asshole. Panic flared.