"Peter. Get up." Jack was breathing heavy now; I could hear the gentle tremble in his voice behind the dominance.

I watch Peter rise from his chair, his cock hard under the fabric of his gym shorts. I'd be lying if I said I'm not shocked - it's not the longest I've ever seen, but it certainly is the girthiest. My clit throbs looking at it, but I start to worry about his cock stretching my cunt beyond what's possible.

He sweeps around the table and swaps places with Alex, who hands Peter the metal leash.

"Flip over, slut," Peter orders quietly.

I obey every word, and he gently moves the collar so the leash is at my throat. He then runs his hands down my neck, my chest, my belly, my hips, letting out the silver leash, bit by bit, along the way. It's cold against my flesh, but his eyes make my skin burn as they follow the chain down my body.

"Lift your legs." He helps me pull my ankles up and over his shoulders, and takes a long moment to drink in the view. I've laid myself flat onto the table, my tits broad on my chest, my eyes glazed and ready. His soft hands feel warm on my legs.

I watch him stroke his thick cock and feel him tease the tip on my slit. Before I can ask him to go slow, he slowly but firmly presses his cock into my tight cunt, pushing a yelping moan from deep within me.

"Fucking *ow*," I exclaim, my back arching against Peter's grip on my hips. I am his hole, and he's going to prove it.

"Take it," he breathes, leaving his cock still for a moment and letting his head roll back in ecstasy. "She's so fucking tight, Jack, I thought you fucked her every night?"

"Not everyone has an elephant dick, Peter," Alex says behind me.

"She'll take it like the good slut she is," Jack says, leaning up to grope my tit across the table.

Peter slowly begins pulling and pushing his cock out and in and out and in. My pussy lips grip his cock uncomfortably, but that discomfort gradually breaks into untapped pleasure. Jack knows how to find the right spots, knows how to lick me just right, but his cock is nowhere like Peter's.

"She's fucking lost, Peter," I hear Alex say with a laugh. "Just gone."

He has a point; my eyes have rolled back, my fingernails are digging into the wood, I'm pulling back on the leash.

"How do you feel, slut," Peter asks, slapping my thigh with a smack.

"Groan," is all I can make out.

Peter tightens the leash and--with the leash in hand--begins slowly rubbing my clit with his thumb. "I can't last long with her this fucking tight," he breathes. "I have to cum!"

"Fuck that cum whore." Jack speaks low when he's horny. "She'll cum when she deserves it."

I whimper in protest, to which Jack slaps my tit hard. "Be fucking patient," he says through gritted teeth.

Peter starts grunting and thrusting, like a trapped animal clamoring for release. The chain clangs to the wooden table as he lets it fall from his hands, which move to clench onto my thighs. His cock stretches my cunt beyond what I'd ever imagined, and thrusts without care for my own pleasure. Before long, his grunts turn higher in pitch, and his cock explodes in my slit, his cum pumping into me spurt by spurt.

His cock slips from me easily, and I relish the break from his girth. I look to Jack dreamily, who has his cock in his hand. It's wet with precum.

"I hope you're ready to gag, slut."