Used

You can hear the extra partygoers enter the room. Black Jack’s voice instructs them to have fun. You don’t react, no need to rush to them. You pull the soiled panties from your mouth, relaxing your jaw. You want to find something to drink, wash the taste of Black Jack’s cum from your mouth, but that would involve standing and drawing attention to yourself.

You toss the torn and soiled garment aside, no need to give any potential guests to use them in anyway. The scrawny man from before comes by and grabs the discarded clothing, this time you manage to see the scarlet R on his chest. He glances at you, you think for a moment that he’s about to drop his responsibilities and join you, use you. Are the Team Rocket grunts part of this? Or would that be a breach of his job? Either way, you breathe a little easier when he moves on with your panties in hand.

A group of guys start to gather around Paris and the tied up blonde. You lose sight of them, the wall of men blocking your view. The general murmur of the room has grown with the influx of more people.

One of the guys around Paris, turns and sees you lying there. He taps another man next to him and points your way. So much for going unnoticed. You start to push up off the ground as the two men slink away from the crowd. Grins on their face, they feel as if they just hit the lottery, an unattended woman.

“Stay down,” the first guy, a blond man styled in short spikes, says with a rough hand to the middle of your back. You fall back to the ground. His friend with a short blue mohawk kneels next to you caressing your thighs. “I saw it first, so you get the head,” the blond says.

The blue haired man gives your ass a quick slap, you yelp due to Black Jack’s earlier beating of your behind. He chuckles as the two of them strip. The blue haired man slides in near your face, your head basically in his lap. With a hand in your hair, he guides your mouth along the side of his cock.

His friend’s hands grab your ass, spreading your cheeks. A dribbling of warm saliva slides down your crack, and with both hands accounted for, what could only be his cock rubs in his spit. He spits down your crack a few more times, before you feel the pressure of his cockhead against your puckering hole.

The men form an almost coordinated effort. One cock pressed to your lips ready to invade your mouth, the other presses harder and harder against your rear entrance. As the thick cockhead slips past your pucker, you gasp leaving an ample opening for your mouth to be filled as well.

He slowly works his cock into your ass, while the oral **** doesn’t take it easy. Luckily, he’s not as big or as rough as Black Jack was so in comparison it doesn’t seem as bad. His hand guiding you up and down along his shaft, as another inch is slowly pushed through your asshole.

“Fuck, it’s so tight,” the man in your ass says as he bottoms out. “Hey Stu, go grab one of those.”

“Grab it yourself,” Stu grunts, pushing your head down.

“Arceus damned, see if I bring you to something like this again,” he murmurs as the cock is pulled completely from your ass. You can’t look around to see what’s happening as Stu continues to fuck your mouth. But it isn’t long until he returns, as does his dick to your pucker.

You hear a buzzing, and the first man behind you places a vibrator in your hand. “Play with yourself,” he demands, slamming the last half of his rod into you. You snake the toy under you, holding the vibrating head to your clit.

The two men work into a rhythm sawing in and out of your two holes. The vibrations against your groin, causing an orgasm to build in your core. Stu grunts as he buries his dick, his cock throbs and warmth explodes in your throat. Cum spills back filling your mouth.

The toy buzzes against your clit, your body weight laying atop your arm. Stu pulls you off his cock, his still stiff dick rests against your face as his friend fucks you from behind. “Dude, switch me, it’s my turn.”

“I’m not done,” he grunts, slamming into your ass. “Not my fault you blew your load too quickly.”

“Whatever,” Stu grumbles, but he picks your head back up and forces his cock in your mouth once again. His erection tastes of jizz, remnants of his last orgasm clinging to his shaft. While his efforts have grown rougher and frantic, it still doesn’t compare to the treatment you suffered at the hands of Black Jack. Stu still pauses for you to breath, and he can’t delve as deep into your throat.

The blond man behind you continues to thrust into your ass. Each slam of his hips, causing a sting across your sore cheeks, and a burn as he spreads your rectum. Your core tightens as the toy does its job. An orgasm rips through you, your ass clinging to the cock, your throat massaging the other with your moans. “Fuck,” the guy behind you grunts, warmth shooting into your bowels.

He huffs and moves off of you, leaving you feeling empty. Stu gives a final grunt, filling your mouth with another load. “Damn, this is awesome,” Stu chuckles standing up next to his friend.

“Shh, don’t be so loud, we don’t want others to see what we’ve got all to ourselves.”

Stu’s cum falls from your mouth, pooling on the rug. You breathe in heavy and look up at the two men who just finished using you. Both of their cocks still rock hard. “And damn that Rx really does the trick,” Stu laughs, trying to keep his voice down, slapping his cock.

“I told you, we’re going to be going strong all night.”

“Excuse me sirs,” a scrawny man with the red R on his chest interrupts. “Are these your clothes? Would you like me to check them for you?”

“Huh, oh yea sure.” The two men are distracted by the Rocket grunt. You hear them going over things, the grunt talking about how the checking works. You look around the room, men and women all around the room. Your plan to lay there and go unnoticed didn’t work. Maybe you should get up and move. If you kept to the outskirts, maybe you could avoid any more attention, or find a better hiding spot. Or maybe the lesser of all evils is Stu and the spiky haired man using you in the corner.