A room comes with a cost - Part 3 - Sexgeschichten

A room comes with a cost - Part 3

... and back) winding me tighter without mercy.

"Sixteen. Thank you."

Liam's was sloppy, eager... crack across both cheeks, then two fingers plunging sloppy, scissoring wide, his free hand pinning my thigh open wider. The exposure burned, cool air kissing my stretched hole, slick noises obscene as he worked me to the brink again, my hips rolling desperate despite the sobs.

"Seventeen. Thank you."

And Mike's finale... firm, paternal almost, but the check? Deliberate torment: Three fingers this time, filling me full, thumb on my clit rubbing firm circles while his other hand splayed my cheeks, holding me open for their view. The pressure built relentless, my body betraying me with a flood of fresh slick, walls fluttering wild.

"Eighteen. Thank you. Please... Mike... let me..."

"Let her dad. But let her first say how sorry she is, you know how," Liam said while grabbing my damp panties from the floor and let it dangle from his finger.

"Your choice Sarah. Nobody forces you. If you want, you can go to your room and do it on your own. But if you want it here and now... Take your wet panties, stuff them in your mouth and say sorry to us," Steven said while wiggling my cheek.

My mind fractured in that moment, Mike's fingers buried deep, thick and unyielding, stretching me around the intrusion while his thumb held still on my clit... circling lazy, torturous, keeping the fire banked but roaring. The edge was a knife's blade: One push, and I'd shatter; one pull, ...

... and I'd shatter anyway, just slower, meaner. Eighteen swats done, my ass a throbbing map of handprints, cheeks clenching around Mikes fingers. My exposed pussy right in their view, every drip of my arousal a spotlight on the slick mess coating

Liam dangled my panties from his finger, the cotton sodden and limp, the dark crotch patch glaring like evidence in a trial. My scent wafted up, bitter and intimate, twisting my gut. Steven's hand on my cheek... wiggling it playful, demeaning... sent a fresh jolt through me, my nipple scraping the tank as I shifted, the friction a cruel echo of the denied peak. Nobody forces you.0 Bullshit. The rules did. The log did. But this? This is my body who forced me. Who left me with no choice.

And the choice dangled right infront of my face in form of my wet panties.

In my room alone, fingers frantic under covers, chasing what they'd built. Or here... gagged on my shame, apologizing to their smirks, earning the release with fresh humiliation. My body voted first: A clench around Mike's fingers, hips twitching forward, chasing that curl inside me. Traitor. The heat hated me for it, but god, the ache... it begged.

Tears blurred the carpet fibers below, hot tracks down my cheeks, but my hand moved anyway... trembling, reaching for the panties Liam swung like a taunt.

"G-good… I… I will do it," I whispered, voice wrecked, the word tasting like defeat.

His grin split wide, boyish triumph.

I lunged... awkward over Mike's lap, ass ...