The Fixer-Upper (closed)

I held her down on my cock, even as she struggled and pushed against me, moaned and gagged, whimpered and cried… I held her down on my long thick shaft until I saw her eyes start to roll back in her head, and only then did I finally relent and pull her off of me, still using her hair to control her, and let her gasp for air around my cock, her spittle spraying my crotch.

And then I fed it to her again.

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“How’s this?” I grunted at her, holding her down fully on my cock again, savoring the way she squirmed, knowing her body was rocking her cunt on that dildo below her.

I peeled her back off me, again.

“More?” I demanded to know, my cock bouncing out. I rubbed my thick length on her cheek and then across her face, her lips, her nose.
 
Every fibre of my being now existed in a world of exquisite contrast. Pleasure, pain. Breathing, breathlessness. Numb body and tingly limbs. Tears of relief and cries of desperation. A desire for it to stop, and an utter need for this to continue forever.

When Tommy drew out I fell forward against him, gasping and panting, lungs burning as I struggled for air. His cock ran against my cheek, my lips, my face. I could smell my saliva and his arousal, I was panting for him. When I looked up into his eyes my own were filled with tears.

"Since when do I get a fucking choice?" I snapped, glaring at him, my lips parted, waiting for his next invasion.
 
Her words were like a stake driven into me. Since when do I have a choice? They tore my heart out, but at the same time caused my cock to spasm across her cheek and lips.

I slapped her again, hard, and then forced her back down on my cock, feeding it to her again and again, hard and fast now.

Fucking. Her. Face.

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Words fell out of my mouth. “Take it you little slut. Keep that whore mouth open for me. You want it rough? You’ll get it fucking rough!”

The water poured down around us and still I fed her my meat. I could feel my orgasm creeping up on me, so I slowed down a bit, burying my full length down her throat.

“Now stuff that dildo up your filthy cunt!” I demanded!
 
That slap.

Fuck.

It reverberated through my entire body. It shook me to the core. I let out a shuddering sob then but it was muffled when Tommy rammed his cock down my throat again. I looked up I to his eyes and saw that there would be no mercy now.

I had dragged him into my twisted game and now he had become a key player.

I was just about to cum when he told me to fuck the dildo. I ignored him, rubbing my clit against it harder as my orgasm took me. I came, crying out around his invading rod as I shook.

Then, when I was done I reached down, struggling against the force of his face fucking. I pulled the dildo off the floor with a loud wet pop and threw it across the room. When he was on the out thrust I pulled away.

"That's not how this game works," I panted. "That night no one got my pussy until the other two had cum." I looked down at his cock then, "You wont get off so fucking easily tonight bro."
 
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My eyes went wide as she spoke to me, explaining how things worked. She was laying down the rules.

I looked down at her, my hand in her hair twisting just enough to crank her head sideways in pain a bit.

“So then tell me, sis, where did the first guy cum?” I asked her. I would play her game, even as it broke my heart. I wasn’t in control. She was. My dark side was.

I was just a spectator. I screamed inside but it was too late. I was being ignored.
 
Good. He was just where I wanted him. I knew i should feel bad for using him like this but I didnt. I think it was because we were getting even. I was still on my knees, water streaming over my body. I raised myself up, putting my breasts at his cock height.

"The first one to come was the one rubbing his cock against my clit. After I came he moved up, sprayed my tits as he pinched and slapped them... " I trailed off, clenching my thighs together as my body thrummed with pleasure. "The second one came right down my throat. I almost passed out by the time he let me breathe again."
 
Three little words struck me hard, reverberated, drove me made with lust: after I came.

I stepped forward, pressing her against the tile wall, my hard cock pressed firmly against her chest, between her small firm tits, and I rubbed myself hard against her, the tip of my cock rubbing under her chin.

Then I stepped back and shoved her to the floor. First down to her butt, then on her back. I grabbed her legs and spread her wide, and then I grabbed my dick and slapped her clit with it, again and again, before grinding my length along her slit.

Through gritted teeth I asked: “were they using you like that at the same time?”
 
The tiles were cold. I couldn't help but gasp as Tommy threw me around, getting me into position. The sensation of the tiles against my skin made my nipples harden and my eyes widen. Each slap of his cock on my clit made me whimper, my sensitive body crying out for more.

"Yes," I breathed, throat still sore and raw, " two shared my throat while the other.." I trailed off, nodding down to where his cock was slapping my pussy. I moaned. It felt so good.
 
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I grabbed one of the remaining dildos off the tile wall. I rubbed my own hard cock right along her slit, groaning as I felt her wet heat.

“Like this?” I asked, bringing the dildo to her face, rubbing it on her, pressing the head to her pouty lips.

“Open up!” I growled, rubbing my stiff length harder against her, knowing my thick dick was dragging along her clit. I smacked her cheek with the dildo, and with my other hand grabbed one of her tits, my fingers immediately seeking out her nipple to tweak it hard.
 
My body quivered as Tommy reached for the dildo, as he slapped my face with it. It was all I could do to nod before he pressed it against my lips. I yielded, moaning as he pinched my nipple.

I looked deep into his eyes with a sense of wary approval.

Yes,this was perfect.

I mewled as his cock probed my pussy, pressing against my clit and fast tracking my pleasure. I was still so sensitive that I knew it would only be moments until I was cumming for him.
 
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I slipped the dildo past her lips and started working it in and out of her mouth, even as I greedily rubbed my stiff dick against her pussy. It wasn’t long at all before I was using that dildo the same way I had my cock, forcing it fully into her face, gagging her with it, holding it firmly inside her.

When I did I used my other hand to grab my cock and smack it hard against her clit.

“Yeah, come on you little slut, you know you like it like this…” I hissed at her. “Cum all over this cock and beg me for more…”
 
Now this, this was what my body remembered. Tommy's cock was insistent, firmly slapping my swollen pussy lips and my clit. Each thump of it had me crying out into the dildo, the smooth silicone of it rubbing against my tonsils and making me gag. I looked up at Tommy as he treated me like his own personal slut. The look in his eyes, a mix of power and lust and rage that tipped me over the edge.

I cried out then, or tried to, as my body was torn apart by my orgasm. The dildo in my throat muffled it, stealing my oxygen even as my body tried to expel it. It left me dizzy, limbs feeling light and body limp as the convulsions of my pleasure took control of my body.

When it was done I was quivering, my legs clamping shut as I tried to escape Tommy's focused attention.
 
I let her clamp her legs shut, but I was already climbing up over her, straddling her just below her tits. If she wanted me to violate her like this, if she was going to push, to egg me on, I would give it to her. And then some.

I took her hand and raised it to her mouth, wrapping her fingers around the dildo’s balls. “Fuck your face,” I told her, as my other hand moved to her small bare wet tits, squeezing harshly and pinching her firm nipples between my fingers. I let go of her hand and grasped my cock, started jerking it over her chest.

I wasn’t sure if the camera’s position would capture this all, but I held out hope; I wasn’t about to get up and fix it if it was wrong!

“You want my cum all over these tits, whore?” I growled at her...
 
I lay there, panting on the floor, legs pressed together to protect my swollen pussy from more attention. Tommy let it go though, instead crawling up on top of me, pushing the dildo back into my face as he pinched my tits. I yelped out in pain, bucking beneath him.

I did as he said though, my eyes fluttering open and shut as I struggled to manage the sensory overload in my drunken state. When my eyes were open I saw Tommy jerking off above me, pinning me down with his body. When I shut then my memory cast me back to that night, to the guy who had done the same to me. A shock of fear mixed with pleasure bolted through me and I shook my head against the invading dildo, even though I was the one controlling it. Tears sprung to my eyes as I shook my head, fake cock down my throat, gagging me and making ny body scream for breath.
 
I smacked my cock against her tits. They were just too small to squeeze together and tittyfuck, but I would try soon anyways. For now, though, I had a better idea.

I rubbed my cock against her chest as I reached over and grabbed the vodka bottle, and then with my other hand grabbed her hand, holding the dildo in her mouth.

I forced it down hard, roughly, and twisted it around, before pulling it out of her face. As she gasped for air, I turned over the vodka bottle above her mouth, letting some of the booze splash into her mouth and hit her face.

“How about another shot?” I asked her, upending the bottle again and pouring more out on her face!
 
I was shocked when Tommy took control of the dildo again and forced it down my throat. I hadn't been expecting it, perhaps I was too lost in my own world. So I gagged and flailed beneath him as he twisted it, the friction making my throat feel like sandpaper. When he pulled it out i gasped in relief, but the dildo was soon replaced by the unyielding glass of the vodka bottle.

On my back and with gravity against me, the vodka poured down the neck of the bottle and I struggled to contain it in my mouth. My hands went flying, trying to push it away even as I was forced to take a big gulp of it.

Fuck!

It burned my raw throat, all the way down. He pulled it out then and did it again- the clear liquid splashing my face. A drop or two even flew into my eyes and I screamed, struggling to get away from the pain.

But it was fucking perfect.

I had told him to get me smashed. To face fuck me. To give me no mercy.

And Tommy was a fucking powerhouse. I was clay beneath his fingers, and as long as he followed my simple rules I was all his to mold.
 
I kneeled up over her then, my cock standing firm and full, and I took a swig of the vodka for myself before looking down at her. I reached down with one hand and grabbed her face by her cheeks, squeezing her mouth open.

“How about one more shot,” I growled, and brought the bottle to her lips once more, pouring glug after glug down her throat!

“You’ll be seeing double in no time…” I said, finally pulling the bottle away from her mouth and setting it aside. My hand wet to her throat then, to pin her to the tile as I started jerking my cock just above her chest...
 
But Tommy wasn't done. He was taking his mission to get me drunk very seriously. My cheeks ached as he squeezed them, throats burning as he poured another shit straight into my mouth. I swallowed hastily and struggled against him, the alcohol making my world spin even though I was stuck on the ground.

Then he pinned me down, hard, his hand banging my head against the tiles as he squeezed by throat. It didn't hurt nearly as much as it should have hut I would probably be feeling it in the morning. He jerked himself off right above my tits and I arched my back, pressing them up towards him, spurring him on.


"Your shot.." I rasped, "I want tour shot next." My eyes ducked to his cock, too da.p and shiny with precum.
 
I smirked above her, slowing my jerking of my cock. I squeezed her throat a bit, savoring the way she gasped a bit.

“I thought the first load was supposed to be on your tits,” I said, reaching down and pinching her nipples again, hard, twisting those hard little nubs before releasing them, only to release her neck and cover each breast with one of my large hands, squeezing her flesh fiercely.

“From what I understand, it’s not up to you…”
 
I didn't know whether to be relieved or in pain as Tommy let go of my throat only to torture my breasts. I bucked beneath him, trying to throw him off even though it was hopeless. Tears sprung to my eyes anew as he manhandled me.

"No, " I agreed voice trembling. "It's not." A thread of fear flashed through me at the power I had given him. Intentional or not, he could do whatever he wanted with me and he was too weak and drunk and stupid to stop him.
 
Her admission of submission was exactly the thing I needed to hear to send me over the edge. My cock throbbed in my hand, and I jerked it with an anger and passion and drive I had never known, and a moment later I was rubbing my cock on her tits as it spewed forth my thick, white goo onto her chest!

Grunting and jerking, I sprayed my load all over her, lost in the sheer pleasure of it as I straddled her, keeping her down.

Finally, then, I made my way to my feet, standing over her, my cock still throbbing above her, some of my cum dripping down from the tip.

I looked down on my conquest, well aware that we were only just beginning. “Stay right there,” I said, grabbing my phone off the counter and pointing it at her, ensuring a perfect shot of her cum-covered little titties...
 
Watching Tommy cum, his hand jerking his cock frantically, as he sprayed his hot load over my breasts and face was an erotic delight beyond anything I had imagined. The look of sheer pleasure and focus that stole his face took my breath away, and my slutty pussy hummed between my legs, desperately jealous that my tits got his precious load.

He then told me to stay, and I didn't dare move. Until I saw he had his camera, the focus light still on. It was then I realised that he really was filming, but in my drunken state I couldn't summon up the anger and hurt I knew should be there. Instead I snatched at his phone and put it on the closed toilet lid, camera down. I got to my knees, trembling a bit as my body ached and looked up at him, cum dribbling down my chin and nipples. I leaned forward, tongue darting out to snatch a dribble of cum off his tip before it dropped. Then, in a long languorous stroke I licked him from base to tip.

My hand went to my breast, scooping a thick glob of cum with two fingers and then forcing it down my throat, making myself gag as the pearly liquid coated my tongue.

"The second one came down my throat," I reminded him, lips pressing forward against his softening cock, eyes beseeching him for more.
 
I watched in awe and disbelief as she suckled the cum off the tip of my dick, and then licked me. She told me where the second guy had cum, but only after I watched intently as she scooped some of my seed off her tit and sucked it off her fingers. Her lips were sliding along my shaft, and her words inspired a renewed vigor within me.

And then I recalled that first night, out to dinner with her friend and that guy, when he had given me the viagra. I had stashed it in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom!

This seemed like the perfect opportunity to put it to good use! I was reluctant to step away from her for even a moment, but I did anyways.

“We are gonna make this a night you will never forget,” I said to her, opening the cabinet and pulling the little baggie off the top shelf. I looked and discovered there were actually two pills within. I took them both out, and grabbed the vodka bottle. I swallowed one and washed it down with the booze. I hoped it wouldn’t take long to kick in. “One for me,” I said, and then looked down at her, holding the small blue football shaped pill between my thumb and forefinger, “and one for you. Open up, slut.”
 
I whimpered pathetically when he stepped away from me, suddenly feeling very alone and naked as I knelt on the bathroom floor. Part of me railed at how desperate I sounded, but I was beyond shame now. I watched as Tommy rifled through the medicine cabinet and returned with two pills. What the fuck? He promised me a night I'd never forget before tossing one back. He then held one out for me and told me to open up.

Fear made me stumble back, my hands and arse slamming I to the ground as I leaned away from him and shook my head, my lips tightly pursed.

"No!" I cried out, eyeing the pill. I had no idea what it was, what it would do to me. I had o ly been drugged once,with Mia, and it was the thing that took me from fucked to utterly and completely fucked. I wouldn't do it again. I couldn't. I still had a modicum of control that even my drunk and compliant side didn't want to give up.
 
“I thought we already agreed that you didn’t get a choice, bitch,” I sneered at her, stepping forward then and grabbing her face in much the same way that I had earlier, squeezing her cheeks together. As she struggled against my grip, I managed to force the pill into her mouth, and then the vodka quickly follower as I poured more of it down into her mouth, and then clasped my hand over her mouth and grabbed her by her hair at the back of her head.

“Be a good girl and take your fucking medicine…” I said to her...
 
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