Airtight

Two more men came into the apartment you shared with Amanda. Trent and Brodrick. They were both men Trevor did time with, both were rocking eight inch cocks, and both had an equally abhorrent number of tattoos.

"Thanks for the invite, man," Trent said, bumping fists with Trevor. Both Trent and Brodrick eyed up Amanda.

"Man, she is fine as fuck," Brodrick said, reaching down to squeeze her ass, her tight little hole still coated in your saliva. "This her cuck?"

"Yep, he's a punk now," Trevor said, and the two men chuckled. "Let's get some beers and get to it."

***

They'd tied you to the chair to watch. Trent was embedded in Amanda's ass. Brodrick was fucking her throat. And Trevor was balls deep inside her pussy. Only Trevor's cock was bareback, and Amanda vigorously slid her pussy up and down his pole, the three men pushing her into overdrive. She mumbled incoherently on Brodrick's cock.

Your girlfriend ... Mistress ... ex? Was now airtight, you thought dizzily as you passed out.