Abused by more men

The bathroom door burst open before Emily could fasten her dress properly. Three men in tailored suits filled the doorway—colleagues of Reynolds, their eyes dark with intent. The tallest one, his tie loosened and his jaw shadowed with stubble, clicked the lock shut behind them with a smirk. "Looks like the party's not over yet."

Emily backed into the marble counter, the edge digging into her bare thighs. "I—I need to get back," she stammered, but her voice cracked when the second man—broad-shouldered with a gold pinky ring—grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward. His grip was iron, his breath sour with cigars as he leaned in. "Kevin says you're *very* accommodating."

The third man, younger with cruel blue eyes, already had his belt undone. He shoved Emily's dress up around her waist, his fingers digging into the fresh bruises Garrett had left on her hips. "Still wet," he observed mockingly, thrusting two fingers inside her without preamble. Emily gasped, her knees buckling, but the first man held her upright by her hair, his other hand squeezing her breast hard enough to make her whimper.

"On your knees," Gold Ring ordered, shoving her down onto the tiled floor. Emily's palms slapped against cold marble, her vision blurring as the younger man pressed the head of his cock to her lips. "Open," he commanded, tapping her cheek with it. When she hesitated, the tall one twisted her nipple sharply. Emily's mouth fell open in a gasp—and he took advantage, sliding halfway down her throat before she could gag.

Gold Ring positioned himself behind her, his hands rough on her hips as he shoved into her with a grunt. The stretch burned—she was still sore from Garrett—but he didn't care. His rhythm was punishing, each thrust jolting her forward onto the younger man's cock. Tears streaked Emily's mascara as she choked around him, her nails scraping uselessly at the floor.

The younger man's grip tightened in Emily's hair as he **** himself deeper down her throat, his hips snapping forward with each choked gag that vibrated against his cock. "Jesus," he groaned, his fingers twisting in her blonde strands, "look at her taking it like a fucking champion." Gold Ring chuckled darkly behind her, his thrusts growing erratic as he watched her breasts sway with every brutal push forward. "Never seen a slut so pretty," he panted, his hands leaving bruises on her hips. "Like some fucking angel fallen right into our laps."

Emily's vision swam as the tall one finally pulled out of her mouth only to immediately smear his cock across her tear-streaked face, painting her lips and cheeks with sticky pre-cum. "Open wider, princess," he taunted, tapping his tip against her teeth. When she hesitated, Gold Ring delivered a sharp smack to her ass that made her yelp—just what the younger man needed to shove back between her parted lips.

"Fuck, her mouth's as tight as her cunt," the younger man gasped, his head falling back as Emily's tongue dragged along his underside involuntarily. The tall one crowded behind him, running his fingers through Emily's tangled hair almost tenderly before fisting it suddenly to yank her head forward. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured as she choked around the intrusion, "take it all like a good little whore."

The tall one was the first to lose control. His grip on Emily's hair tightened as his hips stuttered forward, a ragged groan escaping his lips as hot ropes of cum painted her flushed cheeks and smudged eyelashes. "Christ, look at her," he panted, dragging his cock through the mess to smear it across her trembling lips. "Like a fucking painting."

Gold Ring wasn't far behind. With a grunt, he buried himself to the hilt, his release pulsing inside her in thick, wet bursts that made Emily whimper around the younger man's cock still filling her mouth. "Fuck, she's clenching like a vice," he growled, grinding deeper as his cum dripped down her thighs. His gold pinky ring caught the light as he wiped a bead of sweat from her collarbone, smearing it into the sticky mess on her chest. "Never seen anything so goddamn pretty."

The younger man's fingers trembled in Emily's hair as he thrust roughly down her throat one last time. His release hit the back of her tongue—bitter and thick—as his knees nearly buckled. "Swallow," he ordered hoarsely, watching her throat work before pulling out with a wet pop. Streaks of cum clung to her chin as she gasped for air, her blue eyes glassy with unshed tears. The tall man chuckled, tilting her face up with two fingers under her chin. "Perfect," he murmured, thumbing a stray drop from her lower lip. "Absolutely fucking perfect."

Gold Ring finally pulled out with a satisfied sigh, his cum dripping onto the tile between Emily's shaking knees. He reached down to gather a glistening fingerful, holding it up to the fluorescent lights before painting it across her parted lips like gloss. "Mouthwatering," he mused, dragging his thumb slowly along her bottom lip. The younger man groaned at the sight, his half-hard cock twitching against her cheek. "Fuck, I could go again just looking at her like this."

The tall man was already unbuckling his belt for round two when the bathroom door rattled against the lock. A sharp knock—three quick raps—followed by Kevin's muffled voice: "Wrap it up." Gold Ring sighed, tucking himself back into his slacks with regretful glance at Emily's used body. "Lucky bitch," he muttered, flicking her swollen nipple as he stepped back.