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Story: Climbing Everest

“It is still tight, right? Wouldn’t want to disappoint your husbands.” Brixton’s voice is so deep, almost threatening as his gaze bounces between my eyes.

“No one has touched my ass since you three,” I say before moaning when Kato’s thick dick rubs the perfect spot.

He runs the backs of his knuckles down my cheek in a deceptively gentle caress. “That’s my good little whore.”

“She likes that,” Kato says from below me.

I tilt my chin down to look into his face.

“You like being our whore?” he asks, his hands gripping my hips in a bruising hold a moment before he slams his hips upward, catching me off guard.

A scream of absolute pleasure tears from my lips.

“Yes!” I scream when he does it again and again, causing my tits to bounce with each thrust. “I’m your whore,” I say around a moan.

No one in this entire world is allowed to call me that. Yet when one of them says it, it almost feels like a compliment. It feels as though they’ve stolen the word from anyone else and given it to me as a term of endearment.

Because…well, I am a whore for them. I’ll be as dirty as they want. I’ll bend over any surface and let them slam their cocks into my cunt as long as they keep making me feel the way I do now.

Then Kato stills, and I’m left panting and a little confused. I was so close to getting off with his rhythm.

Then again, Brix still hasn’t said I could come.

When something cold drips onto my ass and rolls down the crack, I jump.

Turning my head, I look at Maddox over my shoulder. He’s busy staring down at my backside.

Lube. He dripped lube onto my ass and is now smearing it around the puckered ring of muscle before sliding a finger in slowly.

“Fuuuck,” he groans. “She’s tight as fuck. Her little ass is practically strangling my finger.”

The look on Brix’s face when I turn back to him is a mixture of pleasure and pride, and there’s a strange sense in my chest; I made him happy. He’s pleased that either I hadn’t allowed anyone other than them to take me back there, or that I wasn’t lying.

This time, when his fingers trail down my face, my throat, then thread into my hair, I practically purr at the sensation.

“I can’t stay still much longer,” Kato says through clenched teeth.

“So fuck our wife while Madd loosens that little hole,” Brix says, his eyes on mine as he speaks.

This whole power dynamic is odd. Kato is the head of this little family. He’s the head of the local Greek syndicate.

Yet he and Madd are letting Brix take the lead. It might be because Kato is as tipsy as me, or maybe they’re content in letting him dominate the scene.

To be honest, I’m not sure I care what the reason is – I love the duality of the whole thing. I love that one of the most feared men in the state, in the whole fucking region, is allowing a member of his guard – and the closest thing he has to a brother– bark out orders and is willing to submit to Brix’s dominance tonight.

“I don’t know how loose I want her,” Maddox says from behind me. His voice has turned a little husky, full of lust. He continues pushing his finger in and out of my hole, never adding a second. “I want to feel her clenching around my dick.”

Well shit.

With Kato back to fucking me with those slow strokes, Madd fingering my asshole, the promise of what’s to come, and the filthy threats and promises they all three keep making, there is literally no way for me to stop the contractions or the explosion that starts low in my belly and ripples outward to the top of my head, my fingertips, all the way to my toes.

“Holy fuck! She’s coming,” Kato growls, his fingertips so tight on my hips that I know there will be bruises in the morning.

“I feel that,” Madd says, the tip of his dick pressed against my left ass cheek as he continues sliding his finger inside me, his movements becoming faster, deeper, harder.

Brixton’s hand shoots forward and grips my jaw, turning my head so I’m forced to look into his face.

My body hasn’t even stopped with the little tingly aftershocks as he gives me this sadistic smile even as he pretends to be disappointed, clucking his tongue.