You're too dazed to decide

One of the men hum in your ear and soon you feel the man behind you pull out with a pop. You gasp and grip Mike’s shoulders, but he too slips out of you. A hand readjusts your shirt to cover you back up. As they readjust themselves (ie, putting their cocks back in their pants), you’re struggling to stay standing on shaky legs. You were so close to your second orgasm, your body is still trying to catch up with this new situation.

Something warm and gooey seems to be sliding down your inner thighs, but you barely have time to think on it. A hand latches on your wrist and you’re suddenly being dragged away. You’re thrown into a dark room and fall to your hands and knees.

The door shuts with a quiet click and suddenly the room is filled with light. You blink a few times before looking over your shoulder. Both men are standing behind you, and judging by the bulge in their pants, just as hard as they had been earlier.

“You look good on your knees.” Mike smirks at you and you feel you face turning bright red.

The stranger from the dance floor walks over to you and kneels next to you. He runs a hand through the hair hanging from your ponytail. He holds his other hand out for you, and you shakily accept. While he doesn’t help you to your feet, he does help you off your hands so that you’re sitting up on your knees. He takes the opportunity to kneel in front of you. He hooks a hand behind your neck and kisses you deeply.

You can’t help the small moan at the action.

As he gives you, what will probably be, the best kiss of your life, you feel a hand glide up your back, pulling your shirt up and over your chest. The stranger pulls back and helps you out of your shirt. As for your bra, it had never been straightened up and still sits above your chest. The stranger cups your tits in his hands while Mike unclasps your bra and slides it off you.

You gulp at the feeling this stranger is giving you, reminding you just how close to a second orgasm you were. Mike’s hands start sliding up your bare back as well, his lips trailing up your surprisingly sensitive back. Your body shakes with pleasure.

You need to stop this.

“Wait…” you gasp and pull away from the stranger, only to be wrapped up in Mike’s arms. “This is too fast…” you whisper, glancing back at Mike who doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to what you’re saying.

He tilts your head to one side and runs his tongue of the length of your neck. You groan.

A hand cups your cheek and you open your eyes to see the stranger staring at you. He gives you a soft smile. “It is, but…” His eyes roam down your naked chest just as Mike cups your breasts and tweaks your nipples. You cry out in surprise. “You are just…” he trails off staring at your body. “It’s like your body is made to be fucked.”

“What?” What was he talking about?

“You like what he’s doing.” He motions to Mike behind you.

“I don’t,” you whisper while trying to shake your head, but honestly, what Mike is doing feels amazing. In the back of your mind, you realize all he’s doing is playing with your breasts and rubbing his now free cock between your ass cheeks under your skirt.

“Yes, you do.” The stranger nods, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “You keep acting like you don’t want this, but have you actually said no?”

You know he’s right. You haven’t said no. You haven’t even really tried to stop it. You’ve allowed these two to have fun with you however they want and that realization pushes you over the edge.

You cry out and your body jerks with an orgasm as Mike continue humping your ass and playing with your tits.

When your body calms down, you realize that your hands had instinctively reached behind you and clutched the back of Mike’s head as an anchor.

“See?”

You look back at the stranger to see that he’s now standing in front of you, his cock right in front of your lips.

He doesn’t move it closer to you, he just looks down at you. Looking up at him like this makes you feel as if you should be begging him for mercy. Or anything really. From down on your knees, the stranger looks insanely powerful.

You know what he wants, but you can’t move.

You need him to say it.

He smirks down at you, as if knowing your predicament.

“Suck it.”

You’re lips part ever so slightly as you lean forward. You grip the base of his cock as you let it naturally push your lips apart. You’re careful not to scratch him with your teeth as he slides further in. You glance back up at him, hoping for some sort of approval.

You get it.

“Good girl.” He runs a hand across your pulled back hair, but then he uses his other hand to grab your hand at the base of his shaft and pull it away. He pushes your head further down his length. You gag as he hits the back of your throat. He grunts in appreciation at that.

That’s when you feel something pressing against your asshole. You had forgotten about Mike!

You are down on your knees with a cock in your mouth and a cock getting ready to ram into your extremely sore asshole.

Mike slips in, much easier than the stranger had been able to on the dance floor, and you cry out against the cock in your throat. The stranger merely hums in enjoyment.

Mike starts pounding into you. He’s not even trying to be gentle. The pounding is bouncing you along the stranger’s shaft and you quickly grab his hips to support yourself. The cock is pounding against the back of your throat so hard, you know that tomorrow you’re going to have trouble talking.

Once again, you can feel your pleasure building at this situation.

Were you really such a masochist that being used in such a way turns you on?

As if to answer your own question, you hit your third orgasm of the night. This makes you to scream on the stranger’s cock, making him jerk in surprise as he fights against his own orgasm.

Where does the stranger decide to cum?