A happy little fuck-toy

Izzy's body answered the question. The leather of her skirt bunched up around her hips as she took the position. The head of his cock nudged against her entrance. She was embarrassingly wet, to welcome him in. "There we go," Paul muttered, and pushed.

Izzy's cry was silenced by Ward's body. Paul filled her slowly on the first thrust, and then sealed the deal with another, putting his hips flush against her bottom. Her brain flew far off to somewhere else. Her tongue flattened against Ward's perineum. Every muscle in her body poured out love. She melted. It wasn't a gradual thing. Paul's dick wasn't as thick as Ward's, but it made her feel like she was full to bursting all the same. And he didn't wait for her to adjust to him. He pulled back and slammed forward again, and Izzy's whole rocked. Her nose pressed into soft skin. Her chin bumped his balls. She was a thing, not a person. A warm hole at either end.

"There we go," Paul growled. Each retreat allowed her to gasp before the next drove her mouth back against Ward's asshole. "That’s a good girl."

Good girl. The words landed somewhere deep in Izzy’s chest, right alongside the shame and the arousal and the dizzying sense of displacement. She wasn’t a good girl. Good girls didn’t end up here. But she wanted to be one. God, she wanted to be one. She wanted Paul to keep calling her that. She wanted Ward to think she was good, too. She wanted Mina to look at her and see someone who was finally, finally good at something.

Then, Mina moved, like she was answering some kind of psychic communication. Izzy couldn't see her (or anything at all), but the noises she and Ward made painted a very clear picture. She was getting down on her knees. There was the squelch of her leather boots on the floor. "Enough messing around," she said. And Izzy had the image of her pretty face tilted up to look at the man Izzy was supposed to have 'taken care of.' Opening her lips, because the only thing more mesmerizing than her red lips was her waiting, accommodating mouth. She reached out and took his cock in her hand and guided it to her mouth. And had none of the same struggles as Izzy. This was old hat to her. No fumbling or teary apologies. She welcomed him into her throat and took him deep on the first try.

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There was the sound again. God, even the sound of her throat was pretty. She just had to be better at every single thing than Izzy. And, Izzy, tongue deep in a man's ass and with another flush to the base inside her, couldn't even complain, because she was here. She was part of this. Her tongue was pressed against his ass, her lips still stretched around the rim of his hole, and every time Mina's throat seized around his cock, she felt him react. The muscle under her tongue would clench. His thighs tightened. His hand curled into a fist in her hair. Paul railed her like it was the only thing she was good for, and maybe he was right. There wasn't a thing she could do to move her own body and she loved it. That came with its own kind of shame; that she could be rimming a strange man's ass, getting used by another one, and not even hating it. She just wanted to be a part of things. What did it matter if they liked Mina better? She liked Mina better, too, because Mina was better than her. Prettier and more fun. Smarter. Tasteful. For a second Izzy got lost in a mirage, trying to tell the difference between wanting her and wanting to be her. She moaned into Ward's ass and he pulled her in, somehow, deeper. Her hips spasmed. This was bliss.