“Yes! Fuck me!” she begged, squealing happily as they rutted in her furrow. I suddenly wondered if she was still playing the obedient fuckdoll or if she’d actually gone all in. As the two men fucking her increased their tempo, I decided it looked and sounded more like the latter. Her moans were pretty convincing. I smiled. The sluttier, the better.
I was learning something important about this gorgeous young woman. She was small and sexy, but she was also a little crazy. Maybe more than a little.
The three of them were getting noisy. All three of them were groaning and breathing hard, but the most audible sounds were the loud, lewd slurping and squelching noises coming from Mary’s loose and sloppy cunt. The two men were really giving her the business, stretching her pussy into a droopy, goopy pink mouth, one that hung open slackly in an obscene display. It didn’t take long before the pair of bikers both ejaculated inside Mary’s vagina. I made a mental note to ask her if she used birth control.
I wasn’t sure if my pretty slut had also cum or if she’d faked it. It looked real, as far as I could tell. I let her rest for all of thirty seconds and then hauled her to her feet.
“Get dressed, slut,” I ordered. “You’ve got a lot more cocks to fuck today.”
As the petite young woman pulled on her bikini and shorts, Alpha looked up at me from where he lay on the grass, his thick cock still drooling cum.
“Hey, thanks man,” he nodded. “Best sex I’ve had in a long time.”
I couldn’t help but think it was likely the only sex he’d had in a long time. There were no gains to be had by arguing the point, though, so I let it pass.
Mary was ready to go.
“Say thank you to the nice men for fucking you so thoroughly,” I prompted her.
“Thank you for fucking me,” she repeated softly, smiling shyly. Now that I was closer to her, I could tell from her flushed cheeks that she had indeed enjoyed an orgasm. What a wild woman she was turning out to be! I was beginning to understand why sexual humiliation was one of her personal kinks. I don’t know if she’d always been one, but by this point pretty little Mary was a true masochist.
As we climbed aboard my bike once again, I realized I was going to have to turn up the heat if I was going to cook this bird properly.