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A slight fear moves into her eyes, but she opens wide for me. I don’t know if it’s my size or my piercings that worry her, so I grab the hand not deep in her pussy, wrapping it around the base of my cock. Understanding, Silla is a little more enthusiastic as she sucks the head of my cock. She feels so damn good.

“Get me wet with your hot little mouth. I want to feel the saliva drip down my cock so you can work it better,” I instruct, needing to move.

Silla moans as she laps at my slit, moving down deeper as my hips thrust.

“Fuck, she looks so damn pretty,” Isaac mutters, his hand moving over his cock as he watches. “Swallow as you start to gag on the big man’s dick, little whore. Open your legs wider so I can see that pretty, wet pussy.”

Isaac walks behind her as she swallows around me. Silla’s hand barely fits around me, but she strokes and twists it so well, it doesn’t matter. An added bonus is that her palm brushes my piercings in a manner that tugs them slightly with each stroke.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna last as you suck me off,” I groan. “The sound of your wet pussy just makes it that much sweeter.”

“She’s sopping wet and messy,” Isaac groans, dropping to his knees. As he tugs her hand away, I realize we may be changing the rules. Lifting it to me, I lean over, my hips pushing in deeper as I clean her fingers and palm with my tongue.

“Godsdamn, you taste so sweet,” I praise. “I believe that Isaac is becoming impatient as he waits…”

“You’re hoarding her throat with your big cock,” Isaac smirks, thrusting his through her wet core. “I need her too, her whimpers are so sweet, but screams are better.”

Hands on her wide hips, he pushes his cock inside of her. Silla keens, and I rock her head up and down my length as I fuck her face. Tears run freely, but she’s not in any kind of pain. I still notice how her eyes tighten every time Isaac calls her a whore, but the grunts by Mr. Dipshit as he watches us mean it can’t be helped.

Isaac and I fuck Silla between us, and as he moves his thumb against her clit, she begins to wail. There’s a rush of wetness soon after as she comes apart for him, her pleasure drenched eyes rolling up to watch me.

“That’s it, Baby Girl,” I rumble, my words so soft I know only she and Isaac can hear me. Isaac grunts my name in warning, burrowing his face in her neck to suck on her pulse.

He shows her with his body that she is precious to him, even if he can’t say it. Mr. Todd’s face is reddening, and I can see the signs of a man who is about to come.

“I’m gonna come soon,” I warn, the tingling beginning to build in my spine. My thighs burn as well, another telltale sign that I'm close.

“I’m going to pump you full of cum,” Isaac murmurs, his thumb back on her bundle of nerve endings so she’ll milk his cock. “I want you to come again, so you’ll squeeze me with that tight pussy. You’re already starting to flutter around my cock, but I need more. The Warden’s gonna use you hard now, he’s so close, you don’t want him to suffer do you?”

“Get to work,” Mr. Todd grunts, and I roll my eyes. “Use her tight pussy like the cum dumpster she is!”

Taking a page from Isaac, my hand encircles her neck, forcing her concentration to pinpoint on us. I suddenly want to narrow her world down to choking on my cock, coming on Isaac’s dick, and counting on me for her air supply. Nothing else should matter outside of our bubble.

“Fuck, she’s strangling my cock,” Isaac pants, bending her forward a little so he can get a deeper angle.

Silla’s neck is tilted as far back as it’ll go, her pretty, pink mouth stretched around my girth. “I am all you see, without me, there’s no air. Earn it,” I growl, watching my cock disappear farther down her throat.

The only sounds in the room are those of Isaac’s thighs slapping against Silla, her wheezing gasps as I rob her of breath, and my moans as I’m overwhelmed with sensation.

“That’s it, Baby Girl. You don’t need air to suck my dick,” I breathe, my eyes never leaving hers as her eyelashes flutter.

Her throat getting tighter and tighter, until finally, I let go of her throat for a moment, drawing back to allow her to gasp in a breath to scream as she comes on Isaac’s cock.

Isaac roars as he pumps her full of cum, and my balls draw up so tightly I see stars before I cry out with a curse. I come so hard, Silla chokes, so I pull her head back hard by her hair, my hand circling hers as we pump together to jerk me off.

Long ropes of come cover her throat and tits, and all I can think of is how good it feels to mark her. Silla’s chest heaves as she breathes without my hand restricting her airway.

Glancing over at our clueless dignitary, I see he’s cleaning up with some tissues.

“Remarkable performance,” Mr. Todd says with a chuckle. “I’ll allow you to remove yourself from the tight pussy, Mr. St. Clair, so you can find me that list.”

Silla is less than a person to him, and it rankles me. Isaac hisses as he pulls out of her, his hand squeezing her hip before staggering to stand. I think she broke him.

Holding out my hand to her, she takes it so I can help her up. Silla’s a bit wobbly on her feet, and I notice she’s shaking a bit.

“We need to talk,” I whisper under my breath, and she nods. Silla appears overwhelmed by everything, and slightly lost. As she’s discovering new things about her sexuality, this trial by fire shouldn’t have happened without a discussion.

Mr. Todd needs to get the fuck out of my camp.