Doggy

Rachel positioned Max on her knees face down ass in the air then nodded to Chloe who got in the same position next to Max. Rachel smiled and joined them with her ass high face down. "Okay boys. We're all yours."

The crowd roared as the guys lined up behind them. Max felt the position exposing her completely—her swollen folds glistening under the harsh lights for everyone to see. A stranger's calloused hands gripped her hips, followed by the blunt pressure of a thick cockhead pressing against her entrance. She whimpered, fingers scraping against the sticky stage floor as he pushed in without preamble, stretching her with a sharp burn that made her spine arch.

Next to her, Chloe gasped as another man sheathed himself inside her in one brutal thrust. Rachel, though—Rachel laughed, rough and breathless, as her guy took her hard from behind. "Fucking *finally*," she groaned, pushing back against him with a roll of her hips that made the crowd howl.

Max's guy set a punishing rhythm immediately, his hands like brands on her waist as he pulled her back onto each thrust. The stretch burned, but beneath it ran a current of something darker, hotter—her own traitorous body responding, slickening around him. The stage lights burned overhead, sweat beading between her shoulder blades as the bass reverberated through the floorboards, syncing with the slap of skin on skin.

To her left, Chloe was a mess of smeared eyeliner and bared teeth, her back bowed as she took every inch. "Fuck—*fuck*—" she gasped, fingers clawing at the stage. The crowd echoed her, chanting *harder!* like a war cry. Rachel, ever the showman, arched her spine obscenely, meeting her guy's thrusts with a roll of her hips that made him curse. "You like that?" she taunted, glancing over her shoulder with a wild grin. "Bet you won't last."

Max's vision swam—her guy's cock dragging against her walls, the sting of her knees on the rough wood, the metallic tang of blood where she'd bitten her lip. The stranger's grip tightened, yanking her back harder, deeper, until her breath came in punched-out whimpers. Someone in the crowd tossed a crumpled bill onto the stage; it landed near her splayed fingers, damp with sweat.

"No pulling out." Rachel ordered. "We're your cun dumps."

Max gasped as she felt the guy behind her swell inside her. His thrusts turned erratic—deep, bruising snaps of his hips that made her toes curl against the stage. The sudden flood of heat as he came had her shuddering, her own climax ripping through her with involuntary spasms. The crowd's roar was deafening.

Chloe wasn't far behind. Her guy's groan was muffled by the sound of skin slapping skin before he buried himself to the hilt with a grunt. Chloe's scream was raw, her back arching as her orgasm crashed over her—her fingers leaving scratches on the stage. Rachel just laughed, low and throaty, as her own partner finished inside her with a strangled curse. She rocked back against him, milking every last drop.

"Next?" Rachel smirked.