Steve and Mark take a turn

"That was fucking hot," another voice says, and you hear footsteps moving nearer. You're still basking in the multi-orgasmic glow, moaning softly into the sleeping bag, your eyes half closed.

"You up for some more, Lisa? Mark and me would love a taste of you." You purr, wiggling your ass, wanting them to just take you, take you without asking, take you and use you like a rutting little cumslut.

"She's primed," Mark says. He lies down beside you, his strong arms pulling you on top of him. You struggle a bit at first, wanting him to just mount you like a bitch, but with your hands still cuffed you're helpless to resist him. Your ripe breasts flatten against his chest, the pierced nipples hard and sensitive with want. He spreads your sleek thighs and positions you above his cock. You can feel the tip rubbing against your flowering folds and you rock your hips, whining with need.

"What a hot little piece," he says, and pulls you down as he drives his cock into you, filling you with hot meat, forcing an orgasmic scream out of you. You bite and nibble at his face and neck, mouthing incoherent words of greedy lust. He starts pumping his cock into you, holding your thighs as he drives upwards. You writhe and hump your hips, welcoming your impalement, trying to take him even deeper.

"Gimme some of her," Steve says. With hands on your arm and tangled in your hair he pulls you up until you're sitting on Mark's driving cock, the position seeming to make him fill you even fuller. You groan deeply at the sensation, and feel Steve's cock rub against your face. Desperate to have it in your mouth, you open wide, trying to capture it. He lets you play for a moment, teasing both of you, then fills your mouth with it, both of you moaning in satisfaction. You suck him hard, working your tongue on the underside of his shaft, you head bobbing in time to the fucking that Mark is giving you.

This is what you were born for, a part of your mind says. Born to fuck and be fucked, to be taken and used by strong, hard men, to be treated like a the desperate little cockslut you know you are. With that thought, another orgasm ripples through your sleek body, quivering every muscle, jangling every nerve.