I was laying my head in his lap as he stroked my hair, his cock achingly available if not for the gag in my mouth. I whimpered and muffled as he continued to soothe me, tutting while I struggled against the ropes binding my arms behind my back.

“I know, I know. This must be so hard for a cock-hungry girl like you.” He lifted my chin to give me a sympathetic look, which only thinly disguised a knowing smile.

“You want to show me how good of a slut you are, that’s very clear.”

My eyes started to mist from the frustration, both from indeed being very cock hungry and because he knew so well how to turn this weakness against me.

“Well, my dear, you just might be able to get what you want today. I’m in a good mood and feeling generous.”

My eyebrows perked and I adjusted myself on the bed to look up at him better. A thick string of saliva leaked around the corners of the gag as I moved.

“But let’s make it a little game, shall we?” He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and propped himself up against the headboard.

“Ok, ass in the air, girl, let’s see it.”

He knew this was an awkward thing for me to have to accomplish. I was between his legs with no hands or arms to help me. I had to rely on pressing my face further into his lap to position my ass upward and comply. There was a knock at the door.

“Remember what we talked about earlier. Show me you remember before I tell you more.”

I nodded and intentionally dropped the ring of keys in my left hand to show him. He smiled, patted me on the head, and returned the keys to my hand.

“You can show me what a good, cock-sucking whore you are today but only if you don’t cum.”

I’d been in restriction for weeks now so this requirement wasn’t unexpected, at least at face value. I slowly nodded my head to officially agree to the game. I was excited with the possibility that he’d be cumming inside me today.

“Wonderful, my dear,” he said while stroking my cheek. “You can come in now,” he called out toward the door.

I heard the door open behind me. He again titled my chin to look me in my eyes, no doubt wide and ringed already with smeared makeup. I laid twisted in his lap, gagged, tied, and locked in his gaze while I heard whoever entered the room take a stance at the edge of the bed. His boots were heavy.

“This is a friend of mine. He also has insatiable needs sometimes, something I know you understand very much.” He booped my nose on the you.

I nodded slowly as I listened to a belt unbuckling and then the sound of a zipper.

“He’s caught word of just how good the pussy is on my trained little slut and I started to feel a bit…what’s the word… guilty for keeping it locked away for so long. Not guilty for your sake, of course, but because my friends deserve to enjoy some good slut now and again, too.”

His friend climbed onto the bed behind me. His hands, big and rough, grabbed and pulled my fleshy ass, briefly exposing my wet cunt to the cold air.

“And so I thought, what a perfect way to test out my slut and see how her training is really going, while also spreading my wealth a bit.” He was very pleased with himself and this idea.

“So what my friend is going to do now is make use of that pussy, that lovely pussy you’ve been learning to tame, any way he wants. And even though his cock is quite large and very, very hard-” he nodded to the stranger behind me with gentlemanly respect- “and even though you’ve been dripping wet for weeks, begging me to let you have an orgasm-”

His eyes returned to mine, his face stern and serious.

“- you don’t get to cum.”

I felt his friend’s knees straddling me and something large and warm (possibly a cock, possibly bent knuckles) graze along my slick folds before sliding all the way up to my swollen and painfully sensitive clit.

I let out a long moan with this new sensation, a moan so desperate and primal that it surprised even myself, like it had been waiting at the edge of my lungs to break out. I sputtered and drool wetted his skin and lap.

Before I could find a way to correct myself for drooling on him, what was most definitely a fat cock was pushing against my wet hole. I was so tight from being on restriction, nothing had been inside of me for what felt like eons. The sudden ache to be filled fast and hard overtook me and I pushed back into the stranger hungrily.

They both laughed while his friend pulled out of me quickly.

“See friend, I told you. Nothing beats some desperate, greedy pussy.”

His friend’s knees knocked mine together and I felt a wet thumb in my asshole. The rough hands braced me at the small of my back and waist.

Again his cock was inside me, but this time he pushed deeply and slowly. I could feel my tight muscles gripping him despite being wetter than I ever remembered being. He groaned as he slid out and back in again, just as slowly, just as deeply.

I nuzzled my face into the cock beside me, now fully hard, trying desperately to undo the gag. My pussy was ready and needy; I wanted things inside of me urgently. All the things, everything, but him most especially.

He grabbed a fist of my hair and pulled me away from his cock, again laughing.

His friend’s pace quickened and he grunted with each thrust. I could only lay perched on his thigh, my eyes rolling back as the large cock started pounding away at my insides, my ass slapping against his increasingly urgent hips. The sensations reverberated throughout my whole body, absorbing back into my muscles like shockwaves. There was no way I was going to be able to stop myself from cumming. I couldn’t even stop myself from the moaning, which had turned into one continuous muffled groan with occasional spurts and spittles.

“Well someone certainly isn’t going to win this game with the way things are going,” he said with a smirk. “Still so much slut to train.”

He pulled my gag down around my neck, unleashing ropes of spit.

“Okay then. You can cum after you make me cum. Go ahead, give me one of those blowjobs you keep trying to entice me with.” He leaned back and placed his arms casually behind his head, inviting me, taunting me.

I lunged best I could toward his dick, my mouth freed and the stakes high. The orgasm that was building in me had the power of all the others he’d denied me behind it, and I was hungry for him in my mouth.

I lapped desperately, trying to wrap my lips around him with my arms still bound and the stranger riding me hard from behind. I used my face, my head, anything I could try to leverage myself to reach him.

But each time I neared him, his friend’s fucking thwarted me. My lips would get tantalizingly close to sealing around his cock, my tongue reaching as far up his hard shaft as I could, before the stranger would pull and pound me off what little balance I’d secured.

My frustration trying to suck him was compounded by being so dangerously close to cumming.

“Please,” I begged him. “Please, I can’t take it. Please help me. I’m going to cum and I can’t stop it.” I wanted to both please him and cum, which felt deeply at odds.

“Help you?” he chuckled. “This is the worst BJ I’ve ever had in my life! Don’t be a sore loser.”

He snapped his fingers. His friend grunted and thrust quickly, and then pulled out of me all together. My pussy, screaming from the sudden gaping void, instinctively went after him.

But his friend instead just removed his thumb, slick with lube I hadn’t been in my mind enough to notice before, out of my ass.

He began pushing the tip of his cock into the new hole. This is what I’d been training for while on restriction, loosening and softening my asshole to be able to take ever-larger objects. The intensity and sting of the initial stretch from his friend’s cock thankfully quickly gave way to the newly familiar and surprisingly satisfying feeling of my ass being filled this way.

My orgasm swiftly shifted, falling away from the precipice it had climbed to but began to rebuild around the back walls of my pussy. He began thrusting again, graciously a bit slower to work my asshole more open, but I knew he would be pounding away just as eagerly as he had been at any moment.

I didn’t even have time to think before this relative respite gave me just enough window to encircle the beautiful cock in front of me entirely into my greedy mouth.This seemed to take him by surprise and he sucked in the air around him sharply, his fist still entangled in my hair.

I was not going to lose him again, however, and I took him deep into the back of my throat, sucking the air myself and airlocking him inside my mouth. I pushed against the underside of his shaft with my tongue, careful to keep myself wet and warm, and began sucking him as deeply and thoroughly as I could possibly manage.

His cock in my mouth was transcendent.

Every bit of him was like a drug- his juices hydrating every dark recess of my shriveled and needy brain. I sucked his cock up the length of his shaft with some intuitive, animal sense of myself following the lines of his pleasure until I reached his frenulum. Locked around his tip, airtight and wet with drool, I suckled him, milked him for the cum I knew he had for me, swirling the warm spit as my tongue flattened against that treasurechest of nerve endings on the underside of his throbbing head.

His audible groans and strained “fuck” were the balm to the fires that had been torturing me over these past weeks in denial. He bucked his hips against me and began twitching, the sensations clearly sending jolts through his body unexpectedly.

“That’s my good little cock whore,” he said through a ragged breath. Ever the Dom, he took control of my head in his hands and sent his cock back down my throat deep and hard, gagging me.

This launched me into an unknown headspace. My swelling orgasm, that precious promise of my greatest pleasure, seemed to be happening to me instead of within me, making me even softer and even more wet, less resistant in ways I didn’t even realize I’d been resistant. His friend started pounding my ass vigorously and my body as a whole relaxed into just taking all the power and force as it was given to me, in whatever way it needed to be given to me. He fucked my throat with forceful and ravenous thrusts. The only thing I could think to do was to grip those keys as tight as I could.

I was holes. I was his holes.

And then he was cumming down my throat, his dick twitching as he gasped and grunted. My face was buried deep and he met my mouth with the deepest thrust I could take as I felt small sensations shoot down my esophagus.

His friend pumped a few more quick thrusts in tandem and then was cumming too. Both cocks were as deep into me as my body could possibly take, and I was drunk and happy to be so utterly filled.

And I did not cum.