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"Damn she's hot," Mike groans softly as you nuzzle his thighs, purring and lapping at him in your need. Pete's hands squeeze your breasts, gently pinching your pierced nipples, sending electric shudders through you. Mike strokes your hair, winding his fingers in it, tugging you towards him.

"Ohhhh, I love that," you moan. "It makes me crazy." You've always loved having your hair pulled during sex, and the feel, together with the strong hands exploring your body and the remnants of your erotic dream have you heating to fever pitch.

"She's a bad girl," Pete chuckles, his hands stroking your sleek body, one hand squeezing your rump as he speaks.

His words trigger something primal inside you, lighting a fiery need that consumes your reason.

"Yesss, I'm a very bad girl," you moan. "You're cops, you should restrain me, make me behave." The words come out of your mouth almost of their own volition, certainly without conscious thought. Part of you is shocked at your behaviour, but most of you welcomes the awakened flood of feral lust that's sweeping through you. You're dimly aware of two other sets of footsteps approaching as you nibble at Mike's hardening cock through his boxers and wriggle your body to welcome Pete's hands.

"Get me some handcuffs," Pete says with throaty rasp in his voice, the words sending an erotic thrill through your primed body. You still have one hand stroking your pussy, your other rubbing at Mike's cock.

You hear a metallic rattle, and Pete pulls your wrist away from Mike and pulls it behind your back. You gasp in excitement as your feel a cold metal cuff close around your wrist. He pulls your other hand away from your cunt, and you moan in frustration, then moan in ecstasy as he cuffs that wrist as well. The feel of being restrained is immensely exciting, and you feel yourself nearing orgasm just at the thought of your position.

"That's right, you fucking pigs," you moan. "Cuff me and and use me, use my slutty little body." You're writhing, nibbling at Mike's cock, trying to pull his boxers down with your teeth, whining with your incandescent need.

"You don't have to tell me twice," Pete says, kneeling behind you and grabbing your hips. His thick strong fingers rub between your thighs, finding your sopping pussy, parting your swollen lips, pushing into your tightness. You almost scream with the joy of his touch, pushing your face further into Mike's lap.

He pulls his boxers down, his hard, hot cock rubbing against your cheeks. You lap at him, wanting to devour him, wanting Pete's cock ramming into your eager pussy, wanting to be filled with male meat.

Perhaps sensing your need, or perhaps just satisfying his own lust, Mike grabs your hair and lifts your head, rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips. You open your mouth hungrily, moaning with happiness, sucking the head into your mouth and lapping the underside with your tongue.

Pete's fingers are still exploring your drenched pussy, driving you mad, and you raise your hips higher, offering yourself like a bitch in heat, wanting him as you've never wanted a man before. His fingers keep probing you, his other hand squeezing your ripe ass, as Mike fondles your tits, rubbing your pierced nipples as you gobble at his cock.

You're quivering with anticipation and lust from the stimulation and teasing. You're ready, you're more than ready, you're desperate for Pete's cock. You're whining anxiously around Mike's thick cock, wriggling yourself at Pete, knowing you'll go insane if he doesn't fuck you soon.

And then, with a sudden thrust and a deep satisfied grunt, he does. His hand leaves your swollen pussy and in the same instant his cock drives into you, his body slamming you forward, pushing your mouth deeper on Mike's cock.

You savour the multiple sensations, the thick cock raping your mouth, the other pounding your helpless pussy, your hands cuffed behind you, your hair being pulled as your body is used for pleasure. Your body tenses for a moment then explodes in orgasm, your spasms rocketing through you in wave after wave of pleasure so intense it's almost unbearable. You've never come like this before, never, and your quivering body bucks and writhes, trying to wring every last bit of ecstasy out of the moment.

Pete is thrusting hard, one hand squeezing your ass, the other holding your cuffed wrists. His body slams into you with each thrust, his cock finding your deepest spots. Mike is thrusting his thick meat into your mouth as he holds your hair, fucking your face as you gurgle and slobber with lustful joy at your spitroasting.

You don't know where the other two men are, but you sense they are nearby, watching your performance, perhaps stroking their own hard cocks, waiting to take their turn at your lush body. The thought sends you into another frenzied orgasm, shuddering and quivering against the cocks impaling you at each end, wanting nothing more than to be filled and fucked and used like the rutting little animal you've become.