Two hours handcuffed to the bed frame

"You mean...?"

"Two hours would do it," Sam says with a wink.

"Now?" you ask breathlessly, torn between the desire to clean up and rest and the horny needs between your legs. True you'd had a very busy night with him, and you were still sore from it, but as seemed the norm it was always your boyfriend cumming, never you. It wasn't until you were put into situations like this that you'd attain your release.

The though of letting these relative strangers have their way with you in the back of this dingy truck atop this crusty old mattress makes your breathing speed up and your hands trail lightly toward your crotch.

"None of that," Tom snaps, grabbing your hands and yanking you up. someone whips the mattress out from under you and tom shoves you backward. "Pass me the handcuffs," he says as your backward motion sprawls you atop the matrress again, this time with it atop the metal frame of the bed.

"Handcuffs? Wait..." you struggle, but before you can even think to try and stand you feel cold metal circle one wrist, followed a moment later by the other. You try to rise, but a metallic clank lets you know that you've been secured to the bed. "Let me go!" you plead breathlessly.

"Our turn," Tom smirks. "Oh relax, you know you'll like it. You've spent two hours deliberately working us into a frenzy so we'd fuck your brains out."

"I... I wasn't..."

"Don't worry, Jenny, we'll take real good care of you," Sam says, and your protest is interrupted by his fingers lightly rubbing against your mound, changing your words into a moan.

"What a slut," Tom sneers, and moves behind you.

Lying across the width of the bed instead of its length leaves your feet facing the open end of the truck, and gives Tom plenty of room to tug your head off the edge of the mattress, leaving your face upside down facing his crotch. Your mouth opens automatically, giving Tom's dick easy access to your mouth before you can protest and the two hours begin.

Sam quickly joins Tom, embedding his bare dick in your slick depths with a hard shove that sets alight your body's greedy need for release. The two plunder your body with **** need, the previous two hours having pushed them far beyond the point of consideration for you as they pump deeply into you.

Neither of the two last long, cumming long before you can reach your own release, abandoning you tantalizingly close to the summit of your desires. Tom pulls out, splashing vast amounts of his seed across your face while Sam spurts deep inside.

An embarrassing whine escapes you, making them laugh, but Bill comes to your rescue, lining his dick up with your pussy and, like the others, jamming himself in as far as he can with one shove.

Sam moves around the bed until he stands before your face, pulling it back down and thwarting your attempt to witness Bill's rapid thrusts in and out.

"Clean it," he orders, presenting his slimy dick your face. A hand grips your little nipple, tugging hard, and you open your mouth obediently, sucking his dick clean of your own pussy juice.

You've never liked the taste, but at that moment you reach your climax, you body bucking against Bill's while hands roughly squeeze your breasts and Sam pushes him pubic hairs against your lips.

"Horny little bitch, isn't she?" Tom comments, pulling on his dick with one hand, the other pinching your nipple. "It's always the small ones. The flatter the chest the wilder they are in bed."

The words which might normally prompt an argument from you pass over your head without response as you writh in orgasm, abruptly feeling a splashing within as Bill's cum joins Sam's within your pussy.

"God, I'm ready to go again!" Sam exclaims, rushing around the bed for another go.

Two hours pass in a blissful haze of orgasms as the three men use you. While one fucks either pussy or ass your mouth alternates between cleaning the last one to use you and preparing the next to fuck you. The men seem torn between whether to cum inside you or to splash their cum upon your body.

Tom in particular seems to love splashing his cum across your face, almost as much as he likes jamming his dick against the entrance of your throat, making you gag a little each time while his fingers pinch and pull your nipples.

Filthy words pelt down upon you as frequently as the cum, absorbed by your mind and fuelling your passion along with the image of Jacob's horrified face if he were to catch you.

At long last the final spurt of cum decorates your body and the back of the truck goes quiet but for the panting breaths of four satiated bodies.

"Well," Sam begins awkwardly, clearing his throat. "I guess you can unlock the cuffs now, Tom.

"What?"

"Two hours. You can unlock the cuffs."

"I don't have the keys."

"Well I don't have the keys..."

"Don't look at me!" Bill interjects. "They've got to be around here somewhere..."

Reality slowly returns to you as they search the truck until finally they stop and look at each other. "Dammit, I bet we left them inside. We'd better look."

As one the three hop out of the truck, disappearing from view as you yell after them. "Wait, you can't leave me here! At least close the door!"

No one responds, leaving you blinking bodily fluids from your eyes and staring out at the dirty alley with its overflowing dumpsters and garbage cans.