I can handle this

Lena was still lying on the narrow couch with her legs spread apart when the first tongue slid between her labia.

It happened way too fast.

No sooner had the blond guy started licking her clit—flat and wet—than she felt her body already reacting. The hypersensitivity that the damn angel had built into her kicked in immediately. A subtle, intense tugging, then a distinct throbbing. She clenched her teeth and stared at the ceiling. Not already. Not with these two.

The cell phone next to her head read 61 dB. Just her rapid breathing.

The blond guy grew bolder. He spread her lips with his thumbs and sucked right above her clitoris. At the same time, he slid a finger inside her. Lena’s hips twitched. A short, stifled sound escaped her anyway.

67 dB.

The blowjob threshold had already been crossed.

Lena pressed her lips together. Damn angel. Damn altered body. She concentrated, breathing shallowly through her nose and trying to simply endure the pressure between her legs. One minute was up. Four more to go. She made it. The guys licked awkwardly, kneading her too hard or too gently, but she held back the sounds.

Then the nerd changed tactics.

He kneaded her breasts with both hands, rolled her hard nipples between his fingers, and leaned very close over her face. His mouth was only a few centimeters from her lips. Lena turned her head to the side.

“Don’t kiss me.”

He laughed softly and instead pressed his mouth right against her ear. His voice was just a whisper.

“I don’t want to anyway. Those lips are going to be sucking my and Tom’s dicks any minute now. And you know what? We’ll be able to film it. Two nerds filming the beautiful Lena—yeah, I know you from Insta, and you’re friends with my sister Mia—letting us suck her dicks and letting us come in her mouth.”

The trigger hit her immediately.

Not just the humiliation of being filmed. But Mia’s little brother. He knew her name. He knew who she was. The image he was planting in her mind right then—her, naked, with a nerd’s cock between her lips, while the camera was rolling and at some point Mia might find out about it—was too much.

Lena came hard.

A sharp, uncontrolled scream tore from her throat. Her entire lower body clenched, her internal muscles pulsed violently around the blond man’s fingers, and a clear surge of moisture shot out. The cell phone read 77 dB.

She still twitched when she saw his smile. That same arrogant, cold tone she knew from Mia. It was awful. How could this be happening? She wanted it to stop, but there were still two minutes and thirty seconds left.

He kept talking, his lips still close to her ear.

“And soon we’ll get to fuck you, too.”

Lena shook her head violently. “You… you can fuck me. But without the camera. And with a condom.”

“We don’t negotiate.”

He finally pulled his boxer shorts down. A thick, plump cock sprang out—bigger than she’d expected, the glans dark and glistening with a thick drop of pre-cum. He caught the drop with his finger and slowly guided it to her lips. Lena saw it clearly. The crystal-clear, sticky thread. The craving for it was immediate, stronger than the panic. She opened her mouth, almost without meaning to, and he ran the droplet across her lower lip.

At the same time, his voice tickled her ear again:

“Just a little more… and this cock is going to slide into your pussy.”

She tasted him. Salty, slightly bitter, warm.

The orgasm came instantly and intensely. Her back arched, a loud, broken sound escaped her mouth, and the display jumped to 82 dB.

He laughed.

“See? We’re going to fuck. And I’m going to film it. Well, what do you think of that?”

No sound came from her anymore. Just heavy breathing.

“Your mouth and your pussy belong to us for the next hour. We’re going to fuck you and film it. Maybe even at the same time—one in your mouth, one in your pussy. And maybe we’ll let someone else watch. A client? … Or Mia?”

At the mention of that name, she came again.

The thought that Mia might be watching her get taken by two nerdy punks made her body slip away again. This time, her moan was longer, more desperate. 84 dB.

He didn’t let up.

“Just a little more, Lena… and for your first time, you’ll get two cocks right into your bare pussy. Not a drop goes into your mouth. All of it goes into your unprotected cunt.”

That was the point.

Lena came.

A powerful, uncontrolled surge of clear fluid shot straight into the face of the blond guy, who was still licking between her legs. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, her inner muscles cramped in hard, rhythmic waves, and a raw, loud scream filled the small room.

86 dB.

They’d be allowed to fuck her bareback. And film it while they did.

There were still thirty seconds left to push her past 90.

The nerd had another idea. He scooped up a fresh, thick drop of pre-cum from his glans and this time didn’t bring his finger to her lips. He went straight between her legs. Right onto her clitoris. Exactly where the piercing had been placed in the dream. He slowly and deliberately smeared the warm, slippery cum over the hypersensitive, protruding tip.

Lena’s eyes widened.

The orgasm came along with the beep of the timer.

A long, broken, humiliating scream. Her entire body lifted off the couch, her legs twitched violently, and clear fluid spurted out in several bursts. The display froze at ???.