Number 5

“Jake, it’s you buddy.”

“Well why don’t you crawl over here then.”

You try to find the sound of Jake’s voice. Feeling your way in front of you, you bump into what feels like a beer can. You fumble to grab it, but are only successful in spilling its contents.

“Oh bad girl.” Jake’s voice drips with something like glee. You reach out and find a knee in front of you. Hands grab your hair. You hear his fly being undone.

Another voice sounds surprised: “You’re not gonna fuck her?”

“Oh her mouth is mine. A bad girl like her needs punished.” You swallow. Hard. Jake guides your mouth to his still slightly soft penis.

“Get sucking slut.” He sounds malicious. Angry maybe.

You reach out your tongue and lick. You work your way down his shaft to find the head of his cock. Taking it between your lips, you begin to suck. Your tongue flicks the underside, teasing at the sensitive spot where the head meets the shaft. You hear him groan in pleasure. You pick up the pace, bobbing your head up and down. You were happy to hear that groan. That meant you were doing a good job. And deep down, you want to please these men. Even if they grabbed you off the elevator, **** as you are, for their own pleasure, you want to give it to them.

His hand tightens around your hair and he takes control of the rhythm. Suddenly he’s fucking your mouth. He holds your head in place and thrusts deeper and deeper, trying to push past your throat barrier. When he does, he slams himself so far that your nose touches his pubes. You weren’t ready for this and you cough and gasp for air around the invading member.

CRACK.

You scream around his cock as something strikes your ass cheek. He sighs happily as the vibrations tease his shaft.

CRACK.

Another strike hits you, this time on the other side.

CRACK

CRACK

He pulls you off his cock and you fall to your hands. You gasp for air, coughing and heaving.

“Shut her up Jake.”

“With pleasure.”

You’re just barely prepared this time, but you manage to get a breath in before he plunges his full length into your throat again. Your lungs burn as he holds himself deep in your throat as another four strikes land.

He repeats this pattern, four strikes with what you realize is his belt, a brief respite, and then slamming his whole cock into your mouth, three more times. Your lungs and your cheeks burn with shame and his brutal treatment. You’re certain you’ll be bruised by the time you get to the roof.

Suddenly, you hear something fall to the ground near you and Jake grabs your head with both his hands. He begins pounding your throat even harder. It takes every fiber of your self-control to contain the noises you want to make. You want to scream or cry out somehow. Or to pull your head away to stop this onslaught.

Finally, he thrusts his whole length deep into your esophagus and you feel the head twitch deep inside you. He cums directly into your throat for what seems like an eternity. The edges of your vision are going grey before he finally withdraws. Ribbons of spittle follow his cock out of your mouth. He grabs your hair again and tugs. When it lands on your shoulder, it’s wet. He must have used it to dry off his cock.

You’re left gasping for air on all fours.