New Girls

He laughed his cruel laugh again as she felt the old rug grind against her naked knees.

“Listen, you’re just the new girl, you don’t think you deserve my cock all for yourself do you?”

The two other girls smirked and snickered.

She wasn’t a person really. Not that night. She was just one of three sluts kneeling at his cock.

Some part of her recoiled, knowing how fucked up it was, but a much stronger part of her wet her lips, assuring her that she would show them. She would suck the best and he would realize she was the best toy. He would see past those other girls, she just knew it.

But in her contemplation she had missed some signal he gave and the other girls had descended on his cock before she could. She could only hover near it, watching their greedy pink lips suck, waiting for them to give her enough room, unable to to do anything but lean in because of her bound hands behind her back.

The situation made her dizzy and confused and so wet she could feel her inner thighs slick with her messy need.

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1 Comment

  1. Now that was a fabulous read! Every word was working hard to inhabit the conflicted mindset of a girl too turned on to care about her predicament.

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