I threatened to leave

I instinctively covered my naked chest with one arm. “Turn that thing off unless you want me to leave right now,” I said, crossing my legs so he couldn’t get a good look at my pussy. “And delete the video.”

Nick shrugged. “Fine.” He threw his phone carelessly onto the pile of his clothes, then glanced at Freddie. “What do you reckon? Spitroast?”

“As long as you leave my ass alone I don’t care what you do,” I said.

“No one asked you, bitch,” he said nonchalantly. I glared at him.

“Sure,” Freddie said, helping me up. He gestured for me to lie on my back across the kitchen table, and I did, the varnished wood pleasantly cool on my skin. My head hung over one end. “Dibs her mouth.”

“Fine by me – I wanted to tap that sweet pussy anyways,” Nick said, taking hold of my legs and pushing them apart.

“Just get on with it,” I said.

On cue, Freddie gripped my neck and held me still as he moved his cock towards my mouth. I opened wide, almost like I was going for a check-up, and he slid easily down my throat until his balls rested against my face. He quickly set a rhythm, and my body rocked on the table as I waited for the inevitable penetration of my pussy.

Nick rubbed his shaft along my slit, and I screamed inwardly in frustration. Tantalizingly, deliberately, his head poked my entrance; by now I was a dripping mess, but I clutched the table to prevent myself from rubbing my clit. Crazy as it sounds, I wanted to retain some dignity in this situation. Finally, he thrusted, and I groaned around the cock in my mouth. This feels way too good, I thought to myself in satisfaction, one dick in my mouth and one in my cunt.

Soon enough, they synced their thrusts so that when one was balls-deep, the other only had his head inside me, and I moaned in appreciation. Unconsciously, my hands went to my tits and started to toy with them, adding to the stimulation running through me.

In my state of arousal, I barely noticed Freddie saying, “Dude, stop.”

“What?” Nick asked. “This shit should be on Pornhub.”

After a couple more thrusts, my clouded brain understood what was going on – Nick was filming me. Again. I couldn’t be bothered to argue anymore, so I just flipped the bird in roughly his direction (I couldn’t see him, obviously, due to Freddie’s balls being in my face), and I heard a laugh.

“You love it really,” he panted.

“Fucking hell,” Freddie grunted, exhaustion finally noticeable in his voice. Grinning to myself in triumph, I moaned, making an effort to vibrate the cock in my mouth, and it suddenly twitched. “Shit,” he whispered, and I felt him pulse. He gave one final thrust, and shot several loads of hot, salty cum straight down my gullet. I was almost disappointed – that stuff was tasty.

Freddie pulled out, and I gasped for air, grinning up at him from my upside-down position. I wiped my mouth, still rocking back and forth from Nick’s thrusts. “That was a lot of cum.”

Supporting himself on the table, Freddie smiled apologetically.

“You should’ve cum on her tits,” Nick grunted, and his movements started to become more erratic. I glanced up at him, and saw the phone aimed at me.

“That what you’re gonna do?” I panted, pushing my boobs together to present an easier target.

“Yep.” He pulled out abruptly, and I sighed at the sudden emptiness I felt.

Grasping his shaft, Nick stroked vigorously for a few seconds before groaning loudly and arching his back. I flinched away as a strand of semen flew out of his tip and hit my cheek, and I felt a few more drops of warm liquid land on my breasts and stomach.

I scooped the cum off my face with a finger and licked it off, smiling sultrily at the camera. (For your information, I know I looked hot – I saw the video later, in less enjoyable circumstances.) Nick tapped his phone and threw it back onto his clothes, before looking down at me. “You know, you’re kinda hot.”

“Go fuck yourself,” I said as I grabbed a tissue and used it to clean his seed off my body. Then I used another to wipe the sweat off my forehead. “Well, I dunno about you, but I’m done.”

“Me too,” Freddie said, starting to get back into his clothes. Nick followed suit.

We re-dressed in awkward silence, and I was painfully aware of their eyes on me as I buttoned up the trench coat and yanked on my beanie. I left without looking back, and the front door closed with an ominous thunk behind me. Once I was a fair distance away, I slowed and leaned against a wall, exhausted. Honestly, I could barely walk; as much as I didn’t want to admit it, that was some fucking good fucking.

My phone buzzed. Rolling my eyes, I checked it, noticing as I did so my reddened, knackered face reflected in the screen.

Messenger: Freddie Reaglie has sent you a message.

Fucking hell, really? I opened it reluctantly.

Freddie: Hey I know how awkward this is but I just wanted to say sorry for Nick cos he was being a dick

Freddie: Tbh I wasn’t much better

Freddie: Sorry

I hesitated for a moment. Should I reply, or just leave him on read?