You're helpless in their hands

You push against Jeremy, but all that does is push you back against Terry. The two men hold you between them, Jeremy's mouth ravishing yours, stifling your moans.

"I love it when you struggle," Terry's voice rasps in your ear. "It makes me even harder. You know you want a cock in your wet little cunt. You've been begging for it all night." You feel his hard meat rub between your swollen labia, spreading the lips open, teasing your dripping pussy. You wriggle and moan, fearful of the ravishing you are helpless to prevent, and at the same time wanting nothing more than to be impaled by hard cocks.

"Fuck, she's ready for it," Terry groans as he lubes his cock with your juices, one hand squeezing your thigh while he guides his meat along your your slit with the other. You're whining now, no longer sure whether it's in fear or in **** need. Your pussy feels like it's on fire, and quivers run through your overheating body. Jeremy holds your body to his as his mouth has its way with you. You're no longer trying to get away, your hands kneading the hard bulge in his jeans as Terry's hard cock rubs against you.

You're whining into his mouth, whining with need, wanting to be taken and and taken now, fucked like a bar slut, used like a whore. Terry seems to sense it, because he grabs your hips hard with his hands and starts to slide his cock into you.

It's too slow, far too slow to quench your need, and your rock your hips back, offering yourself to him like a bitch in heat, trying to drive yourself onto his impaling meat.

"Fuckin' bitch wants it hard!" Terry says with a chuckle, driving himself fully into you with a single hard thrust that makes you squeal into Jeremy's mouth, then gasp as he starts to pump into you, filling your overheated cunt with meat. Your body is loving it, loving the sensation of being taken and used and fucked, despite how much your mind is horrified at what is happening to you. You rock your hips, engulfing his pounding cock, welcoming his hot meat, your hands clawing at Jeremy's crotch, your mouth making incoherent moaning noises into his. Terry squeezes your tits again as he thrusts his breath grunting in your ear, his hips slamming against you. You give yourself over to lust, surrender to the sensation of being publicly fucked, needing his pounding cock, your pussy clenching and convulsing around his punishing shaft.

You can hear Terry's grunting breath speeding up as his thrusting intensifies. You know he's close to coming, and you want your own release. Desperately you grind and rock against him, trying to get yourself off, knowing that he doesn't care if you come, that he's only using you as a hole to fuck. You can feel him pulse and shudder, his cock throbbing inside you, and then he comes with a long shuddering groan, his hot cream filling your **** pussy. You rock against him, frantically trying to come, **** in your need, but with a last moaning shudder he's done. He pulls out of you, his hot spunk oozing out of your pussy, and gives you a grateful pat on the ass.

"Nice fuck bitch," he chuckles. "Maybe I'll be back for more later." He slides out of the booth as Jeremy holds you, his mouth still **** yours, leaving you brimming with unreleased orgasm, and frantic with need.