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hoffmanxfurthermore · 9 months ago

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Costas Mandylor as Kenny Lacos x reader.

Collab w someone.

Word count: 3.4k

Content: dubious consent, bondage, teasing, toys, squirting, car sex, the usual crap.

As you slip through the door of a store catered to just adults and their bedroom hobbies, your heart beats a little faster, not from fear, but from the thrill of what you're about to do. The aisles stretch out before you, filled with vibrators, dildos, plugs, various flavors and types of lube, cock rings, strap ons- anything anyone might need, was there.

You move with purpose, your eyes scanning the shelves for items that call out to you. You look around to ensure no employee is watching you, or that there aren’t any security cameras around to capture your thievery.

Each piece you select is slipped discretely into your bag, the weight of your burgeoning collection a tangible reminder of your daring. There's a rush in this act of rebellion, a feeling of power in taking what you've been told to leave untouched.

But as you prepare to walk out the front doors, you’re met with the sudden flash of blue and red lights through the store's windows.

The sound of officers entering the store, their voices authoritative and stern, freezes you in your tracks. They're here for you. You've been caught. The handcuffs click around your wrists, a cold, hard confirmation of your actions.

Yet, in this moment of capture, your mind races. You're not ready to give up, not ready to face the consequences of your actions. As the officers are momentarily distracted while speaking to the general manager, you see your chance. With a heart pounding in your chest, you make a split-second decision to run.

Your escape is a blur of adrenaline and desperation. The city streets become a maze, one you navigate with the single-minded goal of evading the officers behind you. The handcuffs, still secured around your wrists, are a constant reminder of the stakes. You dart through alleys, your breaths coming in sharp gasps, your legs pushing you further into the night.

Just as you think you've made a clean escape, the night takes another turn. Out of the shadows, a young officer named Kenny Lacos emerges, his determination mirrored in the set of his jaw and the focus in his eyes. You barely have a moment to react before he tackles you from the side, taking you down with a precision that speaks of his training and a resolve that's all his own.

The ground rushes up to meet you, the impact knocking the wind out of your chest. Kenny's grip is firm, his presence a solid weight that pins you to the pavement. The adrenaline that fueled your flight now mixes with a rush of fear and frustration. You're caught, truly caught, with no room left to run.

Kenny alerts dispatch that you’ve been caught, and he will take you down to the station. The young officer grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you to the ground, holding you by your wrists. Kenny reads you your Miranda Rights as he escorts you to his patrol car, the lights still flash.

You’re too embarrassed to respond, you merely nod at Kenny. You hold back tears from shame, and pain from landing on the cement, your face and arms are scraped and dirty.

The back door to Kenny’s patrol car was already opened, he guides you into the seat but he’s not gentle - you land against the seat with a thud.

You lift your legs in, feeling defeated, knowing there's no way out now. He slams the door shut, grabs your bag off the ground, and chucks it to the floor of the passenger side as he climbs in.

You wince in pain as the handcuffs securing your wrists together dig into your back. The hard plastic back seat of the patrol car is not very comfortable either. No matter how you tried to wiggle around and adjust yourself, something always hurt. Kenny glances back at you, a slight smirk resting upon his face.

"Is someone stuck?" Kenny asked teasingly, to which you respond by nodding and whimpering. Unbeknownst to you, when Kenny tossed your bag down, some of the items had fallen out. Biting his lip, Kenny knew just then what his plans were for you.

In the attempts to wiggle around and get comfortable, the black skirt that covers your thighs is hitched up just a little bit. A stinging pain covers the parts of your skin that made contact with the ground, only adding to your distress. The car takes a sharp, bumpy turn, and you look out the window to find you're in an empty lot.

He parks in the middle of the empty lot and sits silently, staring out the window. The seconds stretch to minutes as you grow more tense, wondering why you're in the middle of an empty lot.

"Umm, why are we stopped here?" You ask after about 3 minutes of growing silence. Slowly, he turns to face you, removing his seat belt as to move easier.

"Well, I have to think about making the punishment fit the crime.." he says, making eye contact with you, making it feel as though his blue orbs are staring into your soul.

"What do you mean?! Am I under arrest?"

"That depends. Would you rather have a theft charge on your record? Or work this out between us right now?"

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"Well, usually people steal things because they have a need, so I can only assume you need some kind of release."

"I... uhh...." Your eyes dart nervously from side to side, and you sigh because you can't deny that he's right.

Kenny can read you like a book. A sly grin spread across his face, looking at you in the backseat, helpless. He can sense your nervousness, and he takes it to his advantage. You're trapped there, your hands cuffed behind your back, your seat belt keeping you in place. Reaching his hand out, Kenny softly touches your thigh, causing you to gasp, his fingertips like magic on your smooth skin, suddenly sparking something inside you.

"Do you need a release?" He whispers, his fingertips dipping underneath the soft material of the garment that barely covers your thighs. Already feeling intoxicated just from his touch alone, you just stare at him and nod.

“Y-Yes.”

As the words escape your lips, admitting your desperate need for release, Kenny's eyes light up with eager anticipation. Kenny’s quick to reach for the bag of stolen items that had fallen to the floor of the car, and the grin spreads across his face as he rummages through its contents.

He sorts through the various sex toys nestled within the bag, each one a tantalizing promise of pleasure and satisfaction. After some moments of scanning the items, deciding what he wanted to use on you, Kenny selects a sleek vibrator from the array of items, its smooth surface cool to the touch as he holds it up for you to see. The toy he selected was average in length but very thick, dressed in blue silicone.

"Well, well, well," Kenny tuts, admiring the toy in his hand. "Looks like you came prepared for a little fun, didn't you?"

You can only nod in response. Your cheeks flush crimson with embarrassment. But despite your apprehension, there's a surge of excitement that courses through you. He exits the vehicle, only to join you in the back seat so he has easier access to you.

Kenny switches on the vibrator, its gentle hum filling the air of the car as he presses it against your throbbing clit. You gasp in pleasure as the vibrations send waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, your hips bucking instinctively against the toy.

Kenny leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "You like that, don't you?“

You can barely nod as the pleasure courses through your body, the fact that you're handcuffed and held back by the seat belt only adding to your arousal. Unable to move, you can only sit there as Kenny presses the button, turning the power up another notch.

Gasping, you pull your hips up, increasing the pressure of the toy against your clit, a wet spot beginning to form on the front of your black panties. Your eyes are closed, and you're completely lost in the feeling as your legs begin to tremble. You're barely able to focus, the sound of your moaning and whimpering filling the air.

Sensing your approaching climax, Kenny chuckles as he withdraws the buzzing toy, much to your dismay.

"You thought I would let you get off that easy?" He says, switching the toy off and dropping it to the seat next to you.

"Please..." You beg, your eyes wide, squirming and writhing, pushing towards him with the desire for more pleasure.

He pushes on your chest right between your breasts and then moves his hand over to squeeze your left nipple hard over your shirt, which causes you to gasp.

"You're going to have to earn it, sweetheart," he purrs, his hand traveling down your body. His fingers slip under the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed. Just how he wants you.

"That's better," he whispers in your ear, his thick fingers grazing the inside of your bare thigh. You look over at him, still struggling against your restraints.

He picks up the toy and, without turning it on, slowly runs it up your thigh to your sopping opening. You're desperate to feel it inside you. As you slightly raise your hips up, he pulls it away from you.

"Be good," he asserts, "and I'll give you what you want."

Holding still, you gasp as he teases you with the tip for a few seconds. It's almost impossible to hold yourself still.

"Good girl..." he slowly slides it inside you, "hold still for me...." You look at him, your lip quivering, begging with your eyes.

You moan as the girth of the toy stretches you out. It's been a while since you've done anything. You feel fuller than you've felt in a fat minute. But he doesn't move it, just keeps still. The toy is deep, resting snug against your cervix.

Holding the thick toy deep inside you, Kenny hits the button, turning on the vibrations and sending shockwaves through your body. You squeal and try to move around, desperate for more. You need it so bad. But he doesn't budge. He just holds it inside you as it vibrates your core.

"Gah, fuck!" You moan loudly, throwing your head back. Kenny's free hand grips the soft flesh of your thigh hard, his fingernails leaving indents, preventing you from moving around as he relishes the site of you having to take whatever he gives you... You whine loudly, desperately needing some stimulation to your clit, but Kenny isn't giving in.

As Kenny pulls the toy out of you, you can't help but let out an aggravated groan of frustration. You feel so empty, desperate for more.

Kenny just watches you, relishing the power he holds over your pleasure. He knows exactly what he's doing, and he's enjoying every moment of it.

"Please, Kenny," you sob. "I need more. I need to cum so badly."

But Kenny only teasingly trails his fingers along your thigh as he savors the sight of you squirming beneath him.

"Not yet," He shakes his head, "You'll get to cum when I say so, and not a moment sooner."

With that, he reaches for the vibrator once again, but this time, he doesn't hold back. With a flick of his wrist, he turns it on to its highest setting, the intense vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. With his free hand, he teasingly dances over the sensitive skin of your clit with his fingers.

An almost sadistic looking smile spreads across his face as he watches your body shake. He is loving every bit of teasing you, of your reactions, and it shows.

"Fuck you!" You cry as he pulls the buzzing vibrator away once again.

Kenny chuckles as he sets the toy down and reaches over to unbuckle your seat belt. The back of the police car is surprisingly roomy, so it's quite easy for him to rotate you on the seat and position himself between your legs. Your wrists are still cuffed behind your back, but he moves you with ease. His fingertips on one hand slowly graze your thigh as his other hand works to undo his pants.

"Do you want to cum?" He asks as he removes his stiff cock from the confines of his pants. You bite your lip at the sight of it. You can see it throbbing as he tightly grips the shaft. Your pussy twitches just looking at his thick cock, begging to feel it.

"Yes," you whimper, "I need it, please..."

Teasing your wet opening with the tip, he bites his lip as you raise your hips up, ready to take every throbbing inch of him.

"Be good," he says, his voice dripping with desire and passion, "and do what I say." He slides his length inside of you, making you gasp. It was a lot girthier than the toy.

"Fuck yourself on my cock," he purrs, holding his hips still. You roll your hips up and down, taking his entire length inside your dripping cunt. High pitched moans escape your throat as the tip hits that sweet spot perfectly every time.

"Good girl," Kenny groans, "fuck, so good...."

Kenny picks up the vibrator, turning it to a medium setting and places it against the sensitive bud. Crying out in pleasure, you move your hips faster, and he thrusts inside you to match your movements.

"Stop moving," he demands as he places his hand on your lower stomach, firmly holding you down to the seat as he begins to fuck you hard and fast. You feel your climax approaching, and you look at him with pleading eyes. He looks into your eyes as he turns the vibration to the highest setting, making you squeal loudly.

"Can i... can I cum?" You gasp, your legs shaking, your breathing shaky, your nipples so hard you feel like they could cut glass.

"You can cum," he whispers in your ear, "cum for me..."

The second he says that, you come unraveled, your body trembling violently. But he doesn't stop or even slow down, still fucking you deep and hard as he holds the vibrating toy firmly against your throbbing clit. His other hand presses down on your lower stomach, preventing you from moving around.

Kenny doesn't seem the slightest bit tired as he continues to pound into you. Your head is spinning, and it's as though you've lost control of your body. You gasp for breath as the toy continues to vibrate your super sensitive clit, his thick cock moving like a piston inside you.

Without warning, another orgasm rips through your body. Your eyes roll back into your skull, your body convulses as Kenny's hand keeps your hips pinned down. Overstimulation hits you like a train. It feels like a fires been ignited between your legs, and you try desperately to break away from his grip.

"Please..." You beg, "i.. I can't..." You can't even finish your sentence.

"You wanted to cum," Kenny growls, "so you're gonna cum."

For some reason, you wanting him to stop, and him not stopping, just makes you want more. The sensation is like electricity coursing through your veins, but you can't get enough of it. Your body falls limp, your mouth hanging open, barely able to form any sounds. A sheet of sweat collects on both of your bodies. The metal handcuffs are sure to have cut into your skin by now, but you pay it no attention.

The slickness of your arousal makes it difficult to hold the toy still on your throbbing clit, so the movement of it only adds to your sensitivity. Kenny intensifies his movements, his thick cock driving into you with even more force as he continues to stimulate your sensitive clit with the vibrating toy. The dual sensation pushes you over the edge once again, and you're powerless to resist as another mind-shattering orgasm rips through your body.

Your back arches off the seat of the patrol car, your nails digging into your palms as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your cries of pleasure fill the air, echoing off the walls of the car.

“That’s a good girl,” Kenny kisses your neck softly, your skin salty from sweat. He stills his hips for just a moment and moves the vibrator to the side, giving you a moment of relief.

“I think I can get one more out of you, huh? Think you can cum again for me?”

"I don't... think.... I can..." You gasp, catching your breath. Your head is spinning, body twitching, like a bug that's just been stepped on. Black streaks of mascara stain your cheeks, your hair a mess. You're not sure how much more you can take. But being pushed further than that is what excites you the most.

"Aww, come on," Kenny teases, trailing the vibrater slowly up your thigh, "one more."

Without waiting for an answer, Kenny swiftly moved the toy between your legs once again, turning it back to the highest setting. He snaps his hips forward, fucking you deep, the tip of his cock punching your cervix repeatedly, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure shooting through your body.

Your throat and mouth are dry and sore from screaming. You just lie there with your mouth hanging open as Kenny has his way with you. This is the most used you've ever felt before, but you're absolutely in love with the sensation. Knowing you're going to be sore, unable to walk for days after this.

A high-pitched yet hoarse squeel emits from your throat as a fourth orgasm quickly approaches. He pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust sending you closer and closer to the edge. Your walls clench around him, and a sudden rush of fluid comes out of you, catching both you and Kenny by surprise.

"Oh my god," you shriek, the immense pleasure you feel outweighing any embarrassment or shock over what just happened. Kenny doesn't seem to mind that you soaked the front of his clothes as his breathing gets heavier.

Kenny groans loudly and quickly withdraws his cock as he cums, the hot, white fluid shooting out towards you, landing in your hair and all over the front of your shirt. Kenny falls back against the door of the vehicle, panting, catching his breath. As your breathing slowly returns to normal, you look up at him as he's zipping his pants back up.

"You really made a mess on me," he chuckles, looking down at his shirt, soaked with your fluids. Your cheeks turn a crimson colour with embarrassment because that's never happened to you before.

"Nobody's ever made me do that before," you say shyly, looking up at Kenny. He smiles at you, reaching for the key to your handcuffs.

"Let's get you out of this." You lean into his chest as he undoes the cuffs. Your shoulders and elbows are sore as you pull your arms in front of you, your wrists bloody from the handcuffs digging into your skin.

Kenny reaches in the front for a first aid kit. You watch as he slowly dresses your wounds, a small hint of regret in his eyes as he wraps bandages around your sore limbs.

"So what does this mean? Am I free to go?" You ask nervously. He looks at you with a smirk on his face.

The sky is dark by this point as he drives you home, the ride filled with silence. Kenny lets you ride shotgun as opposed to the hard plastic back seat. As the patrol car rolls up in front of your house, Kenny picks up the bag of goodies and places it in your lap.

"Keep it," he says, opening the glove box and producing a business card, "and call me if you need another release." He raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

Smiling back and biting your lip, you take the bag into your hands and drop the card inside. Your legs are still trembling, but you manage to reach your front door. Just before slipping inside, you turn back to him.

He winks at you before driving off.

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xchxsex · 7 months ago

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1 For All and All For 1: Kenny Lacos, Mark Hoffman, John Stone x AFAB reader:

Warning: 4 way, throatfucking, anal, praise, degradation, a costas multiverse, slapping, squirting, p in v penetration, mention of murder, implied stalking, breeding

You were a normal girl. The daughter of the sheriff of your small town, most everyone knew your family and you knew everyone. Being in your 3rd year college studying engineering, you weren’t close to home much. This upset you, but you wouldn’t trade in some of the experiences you’ve had because of it. The few parties, late night drives with friends, wild campus events, college life had really changed you as a person.

It’s winter break, and you’ve returned to your home town, seeing your friends and even a few enemies from high school. That part about coming back always sucked.

“Hey, i was wondering if maybe you’d like to come back and work at the station with me over the break? Could use some extra money to take with you,” your dad suggested.

You had worked there over summer break and actually really enjoyed it. Getting to meet the people that work so close to your father, almost like a second family to him, was a rewarding experience. And as a broke college student, you couldn’t turn down some extra income.

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“Good, grab your coat and we’ll go,” he says.

You enter the cop car, driving to the station as light sprinkles of shimmering snow begin to fall. Being up north, this wasn’t abnormal, especially around this time of year.

Arriving at the station, you are swarmed with people that have known you since you were little, talking about how they’re so happy to see you and asking how this semester has gone.

Reminiscing over the last of the year, you glance up to see your father talking with a certain brown hair, blue eyed handsome man. He must be new, as you certainly would have remembered a man who looked like that walking around. He turns to face you and smiles as your father points his finger at you. God, he has a gorgeous smile too.

They begin to approach you as your breath hitches.

“Y/N, id like to introduce you to my newly appointed deputy sheriff Kenny Lacos.”

He holds out his hand and you take it, noticing how big it is compared to yours.

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” he says, almost looking through you.

“Nice to meet you too,” you barely make out. His eyes linger on yours before a door opens, an angry man walking in.

“Where’s sheriff L/N?,” he asks.

Your father turns to meet the man; heavier set with longer hair, but also with those gorgeous blue eyes.

“I been looking all over for you!,” he says before your father reveals you to him.

“Im sorry Mark, i should have called. I had to pick up my daughter from college earlier.”

He turns to face you. “Oh, im sorry. I try to not raise my voice around a young lady. Im Detective Mark Hoffman.” He also holds out his hand and you shake it.

He also must be new. You notice Kenny look at him with flared nostrils, lip slightly curled, seeing the way Mark is eyeing you like he did.

Before you can introduce yourself, you hear more commotion behind you. You turn to see a man you do recognize, and for good reason.

“I been here 4 fuckin’ hours, you gonna let me go with my fine like usual?,” he groans at the officer next to him.

John Stone was no stranger when it came to the law. He had many DUIs among a few assault charges. You were ashamed that you only saw his broad stature and how handsome he was for an older man.

He notices you standing. “Oh, hi Y/N. Back from college so soon?”

Yeah. He was there so much that he knew you by name at this point.

“Yeah. Winter break.”

“Get good grades this semester?,” he asks. He had a little girl of his own and he was never known to treat younger girls badly.

“Yep, all A’s and B’s,” you say proudly.

“Good girl,” he says.

He said that to you a lot, not like it didn’t make your legs clench every now and then. It also didn’t matter that you would sometimes think of him while your hands worked their way into your underwear, although now you have a few dirty fantasies to choose from.

Your dad takes you into his office leaving all 3 men outside.

“Been a while since I’ve seen a pretty girl like her around here,” Mark nudges Kenny.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, side eyeing Mark,” but um, isn’t she a little too young for you?”

Mark smiles. “Maybe, but i bet Ive bed a lot more women her age than you have.”

Kenny would never admit that he was probably right.

John laughs. “That girl needs a real man, not two immature shitheads.”

Both men purse their lips at John, not wanting to give in to his trolling but also not wanting to be talked to like that either.

“She sure doesn’t need a criminal either,” Kenny finally says.

John smiles. “Bein’ a criminal don’t matter when you got years of experience in the bedroom. She needs a man that makes her back arch and toes curl and leaves her breathless with her legs shaking. Not a boy that climbs on her, finishes in 2 minutes and then rolls off and goes to sleep.”

Their argument begins to attract attention and the men disband.

Later on, you’re back at your house. Your dad had to leave abruptly on a call, leaving you alone.

Watching TV, you hear a knock at your door. Not expecting anyone, you look through the peephole to see Kenny and Mark standing on the opposite side of what seems like an argument.

You open the door and the men collect themselves.

“Hi again Y/N,” Kenny says.

“Hi?,” you ask, unsure why they’re here.

“Your dad sent us to keep you company until he gets back,” Mark says.

This wasn’t surprising. As a sheriff, he saw women in the most awful condition with graphic things done to them. He never liked leaving you alone in the house even for a few minutes.

“Okay, you can come in.”

Now that they’re inside, you can see they’ve both changed; Kenny in a sweater and jeans, Mark in a loose shirt with sweat pants.

You admit that both of the men look even better this way, even though you’ve always had a thing for men in uniform.

They join you on the couch after hanging their coats. You notice them sitting on opposite sides, confirming that they don’t exactly get along.

“You hungry or anything Y/N?,” Kenny asks.

“Oh, no i just ate not long ago,” you say.

You sense the tension in the room, making you a little uncomfortable.

Watching TV, you see out of the corner of your eye as Kenny begins to scoot closer to you, the outside of your thighs touching. The sudden contact makes your cheeks go red, not able to stop yourself smiling at him.

Mark takes notice, not wanting Kenny to get his hands on you before he could, and moves closer to you.

The men have you closed in now. You’re starting to guess what this is about. As you think, Kenny brushes your hair away from your cheek and smiles.

“Sorry, i could feel the hairs tickling me from here.”

You smile with him. He really was a cute guy, and your age. It would be perfect if your dad wasn’t his boss.

Mark moves in closer to you, wrapping his arm around your back and tugging you to him.

You can’t help but slightly bite your lip and smile, knowing that they’re essentially fighting over being next to you.

Suddenly, there’s another knock at the door. Assuming that maybe your dad is back, you jump up and run to the door, pulling it open. But what you see isn’t expected.

John is at the other side, giving you a smile.

“And what’s a young pretty girl like you doing home alone at this hour?”

You can’t help but feel a twinge of fear, not knowing how he got your address or why he’s even here.

“John, what are you doing here?,” you ask, shakily.

“Well, i heard your daddy done left you here all alone. Got a babysitter for my little girl and decided to come over here to keep you company.”

The man that you fantasized about standing in your doorway sends a chill down your spine that goes straight to your heat unexpectedly.

Mark and Kenny peer around the corner to see John, and you sense that this is not going to end well.

“I-I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you say, setting off at a brisk pace.

After you leave, the men exchange looks.

“What the hell are you doing here?,” Mark asks,” leave or I’m calling the sheriff.”

“Go ahead, call him and tell him that you and deputy shithead are trying to fuck his daughter,” John says.

Kenny starts to get aggravated, balling his fists until his knuckles are white. “Like you don’t want to bed her either,” Kenny says.

John laughs again. “Oh i do. Id love to see what she looks like under those clothes and how her sweet little cunt tastes.”

Mark wouldn’t outwardly admit that he longs to rip your clothes off and investigate all the places he wants to grab onto.

“How about this, you let me stay, and i wont tell the sheriff that you want to get into his little girls pants, and you wont tell him that i lay at night, blowing loads to the thought of her taking them all over her pretty face?,” John says.

You peer around the corner and thats the only thing you hear. Knowing the men in front of you all want to take you for themselves makes a puddle in your underwear.

College had led to some experimenting, giving you a fantasy of being taken by multiple men at once. You walk back out and John smiles again.

“There she is,” he says. Mark and Kenny turn.

“You all want to fuck me?,” you ask.

They all go white, not wanting you to have heard that conversation.

“Maybe, but some of us have been wanting to longer than others,” he glances over at Mark and Kenny.

“I think you’re gorgeous Y/N,” Kenny says.

The words and the way he says them in that deep voice make your legs weak. He approaches you, wrapping his hands around your waist. His lips land on yours with a hot passion. Hints of cherry chapstick and mint enter your mouth. He’s soft and gentle, showing his want in the way he holds you.

“Move aside, i want a taste of her,” you hear Mark say as Kenny pulls away.

Mark grabs your face and crashes his lips to yours, a taste of alcohol on his tongue. His kisses are hungry and longing as his hands slide down and grope your ass. He’s much rougher than Kenny.

“Pathetic. Move aside,” you hear John say as Mark moves. The man that you’ve been waiting for the longest is standing in front of you. He wraps a hand around your throat before his lips and tongue hit yours, sliding his other hand around the back of your thigh. His beard lightly tickles your cheeks. You grab onto him as he invites you to jump into his arms.

The way he picks you up with ease makes you even hungrier. He pulls your hips into his, feeling his hard length pressing against you. You whine into his mouth as he puts you back down.

“Alright thats enough,” you hear as John pulls away.

Now the men are standing before you. You’ve gone numb from all of them grabbing you and kissing you, unsure of what to do next.

“So, which one of us do you want?,” Mark asks.

You can’t say you’ve ever had this many attractive men fighting over you before, part of it is really fun.

You bite your lip. “I dont know who to choose, i think i need more information.”

“Id kill both of these idiots to see you naked,” Kenny says. You don’t doubt it.

“Try and fight me. I was in Iraq, see what happens you little bitch,” John says to Kenny.

Mark smiles at the both of them and you, getting and enjoyment out of you pinning Kenny and John against each other.

“Boys,” Mark interrupts,” can i talk to the both of you alone?,” he asks, gesturing for you to leave.

Thinking that it’s a coy for Mark to get his hands on you before anyone else, you walk away into the other room.

You wait outside the living room for what feels like a while before you hear 3 mens footsteps approaching you.

As they stand before you, you notice their demeanors have changed, standing side by side, smirking at you.

“We’ve come to a little realization,” Kenny says, gesturing to Mark.

“Since you think it’s cute to pin us all against each other, i think you need to be taught a lesson,” Mark says.

The men move closer to you, your breathing hitches, unsure what’s happening.

Before you can speak, Johns hand is wrapped around your throat, gently pressing you into the wall. “So you’re gonna be our good little whore and let us do what we want to you, understand?”

You whine, it’s better than you could have imagined. “Y-yes,” you say.

He releases your neck and easily throws you over his shoulder, taking you up the stairs to your room, which he also already knows where it is. Kenny and Mark follow as you’re tossed on your bed. John climbs on top of you, pinning your wrists. Mark wraps his hand around your neck and squeezes. “Your daddy isn’t gonna be back for a few hours, we have plenty of time to play with you, babygirl,” he says.

John climbs off of you, pulling down your pants and underwear, Mark begins to pull your top off, Kenny is running his hands along your now bare flesh.

It doesn’t take long before your naked form is presented to the 3 men. They climb on your bed with you, John rubs up your thighs, pushing your legs up, Kenny is kissing you, sucking and nibbling your neck. Mark is grabbing onto your breasts, biting your nipples between his teeth. You moan into Kennys mouth as your back arches into Marks.

“Mm… wanna taste your pretty pussy baby,” Kenny whispers in your ear, gently biting the soft lobe. He pulls away.

“Move, i want to taste her,” he says to them. They back off as Kenny pulls his shirt off. You take note of his tan muscled flesh, knowing that you’ll get to see more of him later. His head moves between your legs, resting them on his shoulders.

It’s not long before his soft tongue is pressed against you, making you moan.

“Fuck,” you whine, grabbing onto the men beside you.

“Aww. Does having your little cunt eaten feel good?,” John teases.

You see Mark and John starting to undo their belts, your mind exploring the possibilities of what’s coming next. They get their pants undone while Kenny continues to devour you. He moves your hips deeper into his mouth as Mark takes your hand and wraps it around his aching dick.

“Pump it for me sweetheart,” he says running his hands through your hair. You do as he says stroking nice and tight for him.

“Alright now open that mouth,” John says, aligning his cock to enter your lips. You lean up, sucking his tip as he pushes your head further.

“Mmm,” he groans,” thats my girl. Been thinkin’ ‘bout what that mouth feels like for a long while.”

Kenny moves his tongue deeper into you, catching you by surprise as his fingers pass your hole. You moan, gagging on John in the process. Tears fill your eyes as he smiles. “Is it too much pretty thing? My cock too big for you?”

You shake your head no, but you might be underestimating what it can do to you.

“My turn,” Mark says before entangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you over to him. You don’t have time to react before you’re shoved down to Mark’s base, gagging as he pulls you back up. “Got a good throat on her.”

You go to suck off Mark once more, but before you can, your insides start tingling from Kenny’s mouth.

“Im gonna cum,” you whine. You feel Kenny smile against you as John and Mark grab hold of your breasts, pinching the hard buds. Your back arches as you have a mind shattering orgasm, crying out, letting your head fall back and your eyes roll back into your head. Kenny doesn’t slow his movements, prolonging the feeling even more.

John is running his hands through your hair soothingly, taunting you. “Feel good to cum babygirl? Yeah? You want to cum some more?” He glances at Mark and they both smile, knowing that they won’t stop until you can’t handle anymore.

Once it’s passed, Kenny pulls away, letting your legs fall back down. You notice that he’s also taken himself out, pleasing himself as he pleased you. “You tasted so good,” he smiles,” i might have gotten a little carried away.”

You wonder what’s in store for you next. “W-what are you gonna do to me?,” you ask.

“Hmm, let’s see baby,” Mark says,” you got three pretty holes on you, and there’s 3 of us.” He looks up at the men and then back down at you. You get nervous at the thought of your first multiple-men sexual encounter, but with these 3, you know you’ll be taken care of.

“I want her tight pussy,” Kenny says.

“Good, i want to feel more of that dirty mouth. Ill fuck her little pussy on my own time,” John smiles down at you.

“Lucky that i love playing with a pretty untouched asshole,” Mark says. If only the “untouched” part was true. You had been curious as to what it would feel like and explored, but it had been a while since then.

“Pick her up. I want her on top of my cock,” Kenny says. Before you can speak, Mark pulls you up on his shoulder, grabbing your ass tight in the process. Kenny fully removes his pants and underwear, lying on your bed as Mark puts you on top of him.

“Now’s where the fun begins pretty girl,” he says, picking up your hips and sliding you down on his length. His girth stretches you as you whine. You can’t help but start to move your hips on him, grinding in deeper. As you look up, you’re greeted with a swift slap at Johns hand, not enough to hurt you, but enough to get your attention.

“What did I say? You do as we say, I don’t give a fuck how needy that little cunt is, you wait, understand?”

You whimper as more tears fill your eyes than before. “Y-yes.” His hand tightens around your neck. “Yes what?” You swallow, his hand keeping it from passing. “Yes sir.” He lets go of your neck. “Smart girl.”

John stars to unbutton his flannel top, Mark sliding off his top. You notice Johns big, tanned arms and wide chest, only covered by a thin tank top compared to Mark’s, wide, thicker stature. You feel the desire to run your hands around both of them. As you reach out to John, you feel Mark’s cock starting to press into your ass, a stinging pain as he slides it in. “God fucking dammit, you’re tight,” he groans.

“Now give me that pretty mouth.” John pulls your hair back, bringing you to his cock. You start to suck as you hear the jingling of metal behind you.

“Let’s make things a little more interesting,” he says, pulling your arms back and cuffing your wrists behind you. Now, you can’t do anything but stay there and take whatever they give, the thought making you gush and tighten around Kenny and Mark’s cock’s. “Dirty whore likes it,” Mark says.

“You ready pretty girl?,” John asks you. You can’t help but smile a little bit. “Fuck her brains out,” he says to both men. When they all start thrusting into you, the pleasure is perfectly overwhelming. You moan, gagging on John as he presses deeper down your throat.

Kenny grabs hold of your breasts, sucking on one as Mark grabs hold of your ass, spanking you harshly. “Can barely fucking move inside your tight little ass,” he grunts. “Yeah,” Kenny says,” she’s got a tight little pussy too.”

Kenny thrusts up into the deepest spot inside you, making you cry out in pleasure. Mark groans again. “The harder you fuck her, the tighter she gets.”

John thrusts into your throat, making you gag. Tears run down your cheeks. “No need to cry little girl. You’re makin’ me feel so damn good.” You see him smile.

Suddenly Mark pulls you up by your locked wrists, locking his hand around your neck when your body hits his. “Damn dirty whore,” he grunts between thrusts. You see the look of pure pleasure on Kennys face; his head leaned back, mouth slightly open. John is pumping himself to the visual of you getting torn apart by Kenny and Mark.

John comes over to you, now able to actually moan and get your pleasure out. His fingers reach and toy with your clit, causing your legs to start closing on him and Kenny. A swift slap is put on your face by John, another follows on your ass by Mark, whining in pain. “Spread your fuckin’ legs bitch,” John says. You force your legs apart slowly, shaking, barely being able to hold yourself up. His fingers rub tight circles, whimpering as Marks hand silences your needs.

“Fuck,” you manage to make out, about to come undone on both men.

“Gonna cum on me baby?,” Kenny asks. “Be a good girl and make a dirty mess on me.”

You cry out as another orgasm tears through your body. A sudden clear fluid comes rushing out of you, all over Johns hand and Kennys stomach. All of the men speed up their movements. “Pretty girl knows how to squirt huh?,” John teases. Mark tightens his grip on your neck. “Little asshole’s throbbing on my fucking cock,” he groans in your ear. “God baby, so fucking hot,” Kenny moans. His hands go around your waist. Marks hand releases your neck as John puts his soaked fingers in his mouth. “Sweet, good to know,” he smiles before grabbing your hair and putting you back on his length.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Kenny groans. His grip tightens on your waist as his thrusts start to slow.

“Cum inside of her,” Mark says,” she’s getting sweet cum in all her little holes.”

“I second that,” John tightens his hands in your hair,” and she’s gonna swallow every fucking drop.”

It doesn’t take long before Kenny’s grabbing tight enough to leave bruises, letting out a groan as his warm cum seeps into you. Mark thrusting into you causes you to continue to move on Kenny, overstimulating him, milking everything out. “Shit baby, fuck,” he moans.

Mark grabs a tight hold on your ass, spanking it hard. You whine and jerk on John and Kenny’s cocks. It doesn’t take long before Mark thrusts completely inside of you, emptying his seed. “Goddammit you little fucking slut,” he groans. He continues his thrusts, putting all the cum he has to give inside you.

When he’s done, he pulls himself out of you, leaving your hole gaping and full. Mark spreads your ass apart. “Such a pretty ruined hole,” he says with a spank.

Now John’s the only one that hasn’t finished yet. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m almost done with you… for now.” He grabs hold of your head with both hands. “Thats it, keep suckin’ the tip like that and I’ll paint that pretty mouth.”

You shut your eyes, trying to stop yourself from gagging. He pulls your head all the way down before pulling out slightly as his load shoots down your throat. “Good girl, suck it all up for me. Don’t swallow it yet.” You hold all you can in your mouth, savoring the salty taste. He pulls himself out, closing your mouth to keep it in. He smiles, gently caressing your cheek. “Now open that pretty mouth and show me,” he says. You open your mouth, displaying the white fluid to him. “Exactly how Ive always pictured it. Now swallow babygirl.” You do as he says and swallow it down.

You’re instantly exhausted, still cuffed and filled by Kenny, you almost forgot he was there. You hear a phone notification. Mark comes over to you, now dressed. “Your dad says he’ll be back in 30.”

You don’t even care at this point, you just need to rest. He chuckles. “Poor thing is so wore out, let’s get her cleaned up and put to bed.” Mark unlocks the cuffs and frees your wrists, sore from the metal.

Kenny grabs your arms and loops them around his neck, pulling out of you and picking you up. He lays you down on the bed, both Mark and Kenny’s loads start to drip out. Out of your hazy vision, the men dress themselves, grabbing a towel on your bedroom chair to wipe your fluids off of them.

“Hand me the rag,” Kenny says, taking it into your bathroom and wetting it. He comes over and gently wipes the sweat, tears, and whatever John left that dripped down your chin. He then uses it to wipe down your private areas gently, swollen from the rough use. John grabs you a baggy shirt and underwear from your drawer, bringing them over and slipping it over your head and arms. Kenny pulls up your underwear as Mark tucks you into bed.

“Okay well, before your daddy finds me here, I’m gonna go,” John says, approaching you,” you were a very good girl for me. I hope I see you again.” He gives you a kiss before leaving out the back and driving off.

“Well, your dad will be back soon we should-,” you all hear a car door slam,” or he’s here now,” Kenny says. “We should probably go down, we’ll say you got tired and went to bed.”

Both men come up to you. “But you were a very good girl for us,” Mark says. They both give you a kiss on the cheek before walking out and going downstairs.

You can’t believe what just happened to you and you know for sure that you’ll be sore tomorrow, but if there’s one thing you’re sure of, its that you want it with them again.

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