Roman POV.
I worked my length between his cheeks to tease over his hole, put a bit of pressure, but made no move to breach him. Jem whined in frustration and tried to push himself against my cock. I let out a small laugh at his attempts, but didn’t move.
“Please.” Jem begged.
“Please, what whore?” I asked, applying enough pressure to make him groan. “You want my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Then beg for it.” I watched as his eyes glazed over and his breathing quickened.
“Please sir, fuck me till you tear apart my hole.” He threw my words back at me, and hell, if it didn’t make me harder. I sank into the tight heat, my toes curled at the pressure, and I couldn’t stop myself from sinking deeper with a gasp. He arched his back against me, pressing himself closer. My fingers dug into his waist as I thrust in and out of his hole. Jem had thrown back his head, gasping silently, taking everything I was throwing his way.
I watched as Quinn slapped his cock against Jem’s mouth. “Open up, slut. Want to fuck that ugly, lying mouth.” Jem complied, taking Quinn’s cock into his mouth without complaint. I loved it because we were connected three ways. A deep, throaty groan escaped Quinn’s mouth as Jem sucked harder.
“Are two cocks enough for your holes, slut? Or do you want more to fill that dirty hole of yours? I bet two more cocks would fit inside you with how loose you are.” More dirty words spilled from my mouth.
My body thrummed with lust so strong that I couldn’t think straight. I fucked him hard and fast like the way I wanted to, from the moment I saw his sexy picture, chasing the pleasure that had my head spinning. I wrapped my hand around the velvety skin of Jem’s leaking dick and stroked it. My thumb brushed against his swollen head as I worked on him, making sure to keep a steady rhythm as I went along. Sooner than I expected, he spilled all over my fist and the dress.
His hole clenched around me, triggering my own orgasm. I shouted out, unloaded inside the condom, and slumped on top of Jem, crushing him with my weight. I looked up to find Quinn gripping his head tightly, his face grim from trying not to come. It was very rare for us not to come together, but if we really controlled ourselves, we pulled it off.
“Move away, Rome. I want to have my way with that dirty bitch.” Quinn ordered. I pulled my cock out and rolled away from Jem. I knotted my condom and put it in the trash near the nightstand.
“Rome, you should’ve come on that cum trash.Why waste a condom?” Dorian commented. The idea of coming on Jem’s skin and marking him as mine made my dick fill up quickly.
“Yeah, it would be a great idea, but please remove the dress. That slut had already spoiled it.” Trent said.
“Please, don’t do it.” Jem whimpered, and I turned to find Quinn struggling to remove the dress. I quickly crawled over to them, gripped Jem’s hands, and clutched them above his head. If I thought he would submit, I was wrong. He squirmed so much that the entire mattress shook.
“Stop squirming.” Quinn bellowed and slapped Jem’s ass hard. It took two more spanks to make him stop. Tears followed from his eyes, and I wanted to wipe them, but I didn’t. Quinn successfully removed the dress and threw it away.
“Cum trash shouldn’t be this clean.” I commented.
“Maybe we can write something on it.” Dorian suggested and took the marker from his pockets.
Jeremiah POV.
“No.” I shouted out, looking at the marker in horror. I squirmed once again in their hold.
“Please don’t use it. Please. I’m a good boy.”
“If you didn’t shut that ugly gob of yours, I’ll write on your face too and good luck erasing them because it’s a permanent marker.” Dorian said. His green eyes lacked any emotion, and I wondered how he did it. I made a mental note to ask him about it.
I stilled at his words and made a wounded noise.
“Please.” I begged, as they reached me. I opened my mouth to plead again, but shut it when Dorian gave me a hard glare.
They took turns writing all over my body, and when I craned my neck to look, Roman restricted access. I turned my face, so I could see it in the mirror. I flushed all the way to the tips of my ears when I saw the words they had etched on my body.
Cum Trash. Two-Dollar Whore. Slut. public property. Free To Use. Breed Him. Nympho.
My cock was painfully hard despite coming two times. I knew I liked humiliation through watching porn, but I didn’t know I would love it so much that if they asked me to be their cum whore, I would’ve gladly accepted it. And watching myself through the mirror just amplified my pleasure.
Quinn pressed his cock against my entrance, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I faced him. I moaned as he entered me in one go, not stopping until his balls were pressed against my ass. I felt stretched out, but not so much as compared to Roman, because that guy was a fucking eighteen-wheeler in the girth department.
Quinn’s cock pressed against my prostate without effort, just like Dorian’s cock had done yesterday. He panted heavily and then started thrusting. He rode me harder and deeper, faster, his eyes wild with excitement. I gasped, my body arching up, as I came undone beneath him.
Roman turned my head towards the mirror. I stared at my reflection in the glass, my face flushed, my lips parted in pleasure, my hair a mess. The others were jerking off watching Quinn fucking me.
“You enjoy getting fucked, bitch.” Dorian said, making me look at him through the mirror, but he wasn’t looking at me. “Maybe we should invite all the guards in the house to fuck him. Or we could sell him to the highest bidder.”
“No one would pay for this whore.” Noah said. “We can just make these holes free.” They conversed with each other about putting my… holes to use as if I wasn’t there. And that dismissiveness made me even harder.
Quinn set a relentless pace, hell-bent on breaking me, and I moaned like a whore as he nailed my prostate with deadly accuracy. Fucking hell. His thrusts lost rhythm and became erratic until he shuddered, leaning on Dorian and spilled into the condom. Roman followed coming all over my face and chest, marking me, making me his person.
Dorian pulled Quinn’s cock out and soothed him from the high, while Noah did the same to Roman. After settling them on the bed, Dorian and Noah turned to me with a vicious smile on their faces. I shivered at that look.
“I believe it’s our turn to use him. But I don’t want to use that filthy hole.” Dorian said, scrunching up his nose in disgust.
“We should just come over his body.” Noah suggested. Dorian settled between his legs and started jerking himself off. I watched mesmerized as one of his hands played with the balls, and the other moved up and down the cock in long, hard strokes. I couldn’t help but moan lowly at the sight of him, my hips rising slightly off the bed to get closer to his dick. I wanted it in my mouth. To suck it and swallow every last drop of cum.
“Open your mouth, Cum Dump.” He said, catching me off guard. Had he heard my thoughts and going to feed me his cock? But I was disappointed when he came a few seconds later, all over my mouth and body. I caught a few drops in my mouth, but that’s it. I heard a low groan, and I turned to see Noah fucking Quinn’s mouth. Lucky guy, I thought bitterly. As always, Dorian recovered from his high all by himself.
“Phoenix.” I said, crossing my hands over my chest, indicating that I was angry with him. He cupped my face.
“Why are you angry, love?” I felt butterflies in my stomach at the endearment, but I maintained the stoic face.
“I wanted your cock in my mouth, but you came before I could ask. I hate you. ” He chuckled, and I glared at him.
“Sorry, sorry. But I was so worked up watching everything.” I pouted. “I’ll feed you cock another time, okay?” I nodded, smiling. “Now, let me clean you up.” I fell back onto the bag and let him take care of me.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x8o40h/humiliation_rp_part_3_mmmmm_cnc
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