Breaktime's over for Emily

I'm lost in pleasure from Abby's service when I hear Gabe grunt. He nuts in Abby's ass and then grabs me by the throat and pushes me over. I end up face down but still sitting on Abby's face.

"What's the number one rule, Emily?" he asks, exposing my identity to the blindfolded woman whose face I've been riding. "Don't be a bitch," I answer with his hand around my throat. "That's right, Emily. You've had more than enough. You need to know your place. You aren't allowed to cum anymore tonight. No matter how deep Abby's tongues goes in your pussy, you are going to edge and not cum, or else. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I nod. This is a fun game for Abby now. If she gets me off now, she can get back at me. She redoubles the intensity of her tongue movements on my clit.

Gabe waves over Matt, who comes over and spreads my winking ass. I suspect Matt fucked my ass on the weekend, he definitely fucked my ass this morning, and it's that time again. Matt and Gabe are not going to let me forget that I'm a hole, that I exist for the pleasure of their cocks, and that my formerly tight ass is made to be fucked into ruin.

Matt extends his leg over me and presses his cock against my ass, just as Abby is still eating my pussy. He barrels inside, fucking me like piston in a hot cylinder, pounding my hindquarters onto Abby's bitchy face. With each deep drive of cock into my ass, Abby twists her tongue deeper into the folds of my pussy. I am getting pain and pleasure in equal measure.