Sharing is Caring Pt. 02

Declan’s friends were all lined up on the sofa, pants tented and eyes raking over my body as I crawled behind him into the living room. He took his place at the center of the sofa and guided me to my place on the cushion between his legs. I placed my head on his thigh and nuzzled my face into him. His hand found its way to my hair and jerked my head back. My eyes flew open and an involuntary moan escaped my lips.

“Foxie, look at what you just did to my pants.”

My eyes shifted down. His gray slacks were smeared with brown foundation from where I had just rubbed my face. I slowly closed my eyes and let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Declan’s other hand came to my throat as he brought his mouth to my ear.

“I was going to let you ease into it, fucktoy, but you just messed up my only pair of dress slacks.”

The energy in the room shifted. Declan lifted me by my hair until I was bent over his lap. I was so exposed. Any of his friends who were sitting to his right were getting a full view of my ass with the tail nestled into my tight hole. I felt myself grow even more wet with my desire. The more he humiliated me in front of them, the more I sank into the proper headspace for the kind of play that was definitely on the table tonight.

Declan released my hair and landed a stinging smack to my ass. I cried out, more out of surprise than anything else. It had stung, sure, but this was just the warmup. If he wanted me sloppy wet this was how to do it. I wiggled in his lap, pretending to struggle against him as he brought another smack down onto my ass.

The third smack was harder, the sting only tempered by his hand lingering on my ass. I clenched around the plug, making me grow even wetter. As if he could read my mind, Declan slightly tugged on the plug, dragging a sharp moan from my throat. Everyone in the room laughed at me. I could feel my face heat with embarrassment.

The sofa shifted behind me, but Declan kept me bent over his knees, head pointed towards the other half of the sofa. The guys seated there rubbed at their cocks through their pants. I bit my lip as I met each of their gazes.

Declan flipped my tail up onto my back and tugged my leash lower, presenting my ass more. He slid down a bit, laying me fully across his thighs.

“Feet on the floor, Foxie,” he said. I could feel the hardness of him digging into my stomach. I planted my feet on the floor. I knew what was coming now. I wiggled my butt at whoever was inevitably going to be first, in effect wagging my tail at them. I heard a chuckle just as the tip of a dick slicked itself at my entrance.

I gasped as he slipped in. It wasn’t difficult, not with how wet I already was. But I hadn’t had anything in my pussy in two weeks and with my large plug in my ass I was suddenly so full. He was massive. I turned my head to look at Declan, who was focused only on the dick slamming mercilessly into what was his. His hand reached forward and grabbed hold of one of my breasts, squeezing tightly enough to make me see stars.

I let out a wail of combined pleasure and pain as the man using my pussy picked up his pace. I could feel the familiar wave beginning to build. Declan grabbed my face and growled into my ear.

“Oh yeah, no cumming Foxie. Your pleasure is mine.”

“Yes, Sir,” I gasped between thrusts as the man using my pussy rammed into me with an increased urgency, losing some of his pace as he got close. It was only then that I even thought about whether he was wearing a condom. I looked to Declan in a panic and he greeted me with a smile.

“You’re safe, Foxie,” he said, his voice suddenly soft and for me alone. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you that you wouldn’t want to happen. Understood?”

I nodded, letting myself relax again. The guy at my back had stopped when I panicked, making sure I was okay as well. It was only as I relaxed back into my position that he slipped back in, working himself up to the same rhythm. It didn’t take long before he throbbed inside of me, snapping his hips to rest against my ass as he came. I knew at that moment that he was wearing a condom, and I felt a twinge of love for Declan taking care of me through this scene. Almost as if on cue, he rubbed my back and kissed my forehead.

“I may lend out my fucktoy but only I get to breed you. Understood, Foxie?”

I nodded, relaxing into his touch. Another man replaced the first, thicker than the last, but shorter in length. My cervix thanked the gods. Whoever said length was better than girth really didn’t know how a vagina worked. His balls slapped against my clit with each thrust. Declan reached a hand up to my mouth, and I took in his fingers hungrily, desperate for all my holes to be filled. He chuckled.

“Who’s got a dick for her to suck? She’s absolutely feral.”

That broke the floodgates from the side of the sofa that I could still see. They had already all unzipped their pants, stroking their cocks at the sight of me getting fucked over Declan’s lap. The man closest to me grabbed hold of my hair and thrust his cock into my mouth. I choked on the sudden intrusion but he was as relentless as the man slamming into my pussy. They steadily found a rhythm, bouncing me one from the other as the man in my mouth bottomed out in my throat as I just barely kept the tip of the other in my pussy. I moaned around the dick in my mouth as Declan ground his dick into my stomach.

There’s a moment when every hole is in use where all concerns and insecurities go out of the window. In that moment, the only thing that matters is the pleasure you’re deriving from the people using your body for their own pleasure. An emptiness that can only be described as a hungry serenity. I slipped deep into that place and became absolutely feral.

Distantly, I heard Declan growl as I slipped into sub space. I bounced myself back and forth on the dicks, spitroasting myself as I sought my pleasure. It was only as my climax was only just able to be walked back that I remembered that Declan was still in charge of whether I got to cum. And I didn’t have permission.

I struggled to walk myself back from the edge. Which was difficult to do as Declan insisted on whispering every way he wanted to fuck me once it was his time to reclaim his fucktoy. The man in my mouth pulled free of me and released himself on my face. I took deep gasping breaths, noticing for the first time the tears that were welling in my eyes. I smiled.

He was quickly replaced by another of the guys from the left of Declan. He was longer, hitting the back of my throat and surpassing the tight ring of my throat. I swallowed around him and he let out a groan.

“Fuck, your toy’s got a good throat on her,” he said. Declan chuckled.

“Wait till she screams around your dick.”

With that, Declan grabbed hold of one of my breasts, the one he had just bitten in the room, and squeezed with his full strength. I screamed around the dick in my mouth, brain going haywire at the pain and pleasure. The man in my pussy was thrusting harder into me, without much rhythm. He came with a deep groan and pulled out. Declan let my breast go and I went a little limp aside from where my head was being held in place on the man in front of me’s dick. As I came to, I wiggled my ass, trying to entice the next person to move faster. Declan smacked it and I giggled around the cock in my mouth, pulling moans from its owner.

The next cock to enter me stretched me almost to the point of pain. My eyes grew wide as he slowly worked his way into me inch by inch. The cock in my mouth swelled just as he pulled out and decorated my face with another round of cum. I couldn’t open my eyes anymore but it didn’t matter. Declan was here and he would always make sure I was safe.

A hand firmly grasped my hair and maneuvered my open mouth to the waiting cock. This one was nearly as large as the one ramming punishingly into my aching cunt, pushing down my throat and leaving me coughing and gasping for breath once he finally pulled free. The man behind me firmly grasped my hips and started slamming into me with urgency. I was stretched nearly to my limits, the pressure between my plugged ass and pussy almost sending me over the edge.

I could feel myself tremble with the effort to be a good girl for Declan. My next orgasm was his and his alone. He trailed his hand down my back. I wanted to look at him, but couldn’t open my eyes. My only connections to him were his thighs and the stiff cock still sitting hard against my stomach, a constant reminder of what was to come.

The two men using me started to lose their rhythm at roughly the same time, and I moaned around the cock in my mouth as he pulled free just in time to paint my face with his cum. The other man shuddered as he finished, pausing a moment before pulling free of my throbbing pussy.

That was the last of them. We all stood, catching our breath for a moment after the intensity of what we’d just done. My stomach flipped with anticipation. I still couldn’t see.

“Fuck it,” Declan said, and grasped my hair in his hand. He slammed my cum covered face down onto the sofa and pulled his pants down. He slammed his cock into me with an urgency that nearly caught me off guard. His familiar rhythm pulled appreciative moans from my mouth. There wasn’t a condom. He didn’t need it. He already told me before this all started how the night was going to end.

“Touch your clit, Foxie,” he said, slowing down his thrusts. “I want you to cum on my dick.”

I quickly did as I was told, raising a hand to circle the swollen nub of my clit with complete abandon. He’d opened the floodgates and I was starved for my own pleasure. Excited moans were soon pulled from my mouth as he started to ram into me once again, my pussy spasming around his length. He cursed under his breath.

“You know where I’m cumming, right, fucktoy?”

“In my ass, sir,” I moaned. His hand was pressing into the plug, tugging on it ever so slightly each time he drew back his hips.