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“Bend over this table, now .” The man’s gruff voice came from behind you, his large hands shoving you down onto the wooden table. You yelped as your cheek came into contact with the hard surface, your bare breasts pressed painfully down, your body completely trapped by his strong arms.
You struggled, but couldn’t fight the moan that escaped your throat when you felt something hard press into your backside through the rough material of his jeans.
“Good thing we tied her up.” The other man said– Arthur, you think you heard him being addressed as– and you wiggled your arms that were tied behind your back, the rope looped around your ribcage a few times.
All your clothes had been forcefully ripped off aside from your pantyhose. While you were practically naked, the men were fully clothed, the roughness of their attire giving you a painful reminder every time it brushed up against your bare skin. A shiver ran through you.
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You had been out for a few drinks in town with your fiance, whom you honestly had gotten bored of within the span of a few minutes, as per usual. But, it wasn’t your choice to be engaged. Your parents arranged it, and you had no other option but to go through with it.
This was where the so-called “high class” life had gotten you, you supposed.
When you went out for a smoke, you spotted two men leaning casually up against the brick wall, their hats tipped down just enough that you had to squint to see their eyes in the dimness of the streetlights. They looked like proper cowboys.
From what you could tell, they both seemed older, but one of them more so. He had a salt and pepper beard and you saw the traces of even greyer hair underneath his tan leather hat. He had a green plaid shirt that had the top buttons undone, and you swore you could see a dusting of chest hair beneath it.
You watched the man reach up and take a draw of his cigarette, noticing his hands. They looked like working hands, hands that had been through a lot. Strong hands. You watched him blow the cigarette smoke out through his nostrils. Then, to your surprise, he looked up at you, meeting your eyes with his own.
You blushed, averting your eyes immediately, focusing on the cigarette in your gloved hand that was almost burnt out. But you couldn’t help yourself as you looked back over at the man, and he was nudging the younger one beside him, drawing his attention to you as well. Oh shit .
The other man had lighter brown hair, his jawline wide and sharp, dusted in the slightest bit of stubble. He had an even bushier mustache on his upper lip, and his brow was furrowed as he looked up, eyes finding you immediately.
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The younger man, Arthur, came over to the other side of the table, abruptly reaching down and fisting his hand in your hair, yanking it back. You gasped as he craned your neck painfully, forcing you to look up at him, a playful smirk on his face.
Your mouth hung open as you stared at him, breathing heavily. His eyes flicked down your face, and you yelped as you felt the other man grinding himself into your backside, rubbing against your bare skin.
Arthur hummed. “Let me put that pretty mouth to use, hm?”
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“What’s a pretty young thing like yourself doin’ out here all alone?” The older man said as he approached you, the metal of his spurs rattling on the concrete sidewalk. His voice was soft and deep, with an attractive southern twang. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head.
“Young?” You smiled. You were only twenty-four, but from what you had been through, and where you were, you didn’t feel like it.
The other man came up beside him, his hands resting on his gun belt. “Still… Alone, in a place like this?”
You licked your lips, turning to peer inside the window of the saloon, spotting your fiance chatting with a few men at a poker table. “I’m not alone.”
“That’s a shame.” The older man said, his eyes running down your body. You swallowed, shifting your weight to avoid the heat pooling in your stomach. It was intriguing, this outright form of flattery. You liked how forward they were, unlike the people you knew. Where you were from, even hinting at it got you a slap on the wrist.
“It is.” You replied, tossing your used cigarette to the damp cobblestone sidewalk and watching it go out.
“Well…” The brunette leaned forward, peering through the same window you had looked through just prior, his eyes searching. “Your husband ain’t with you right now…”
You smiled, trying not to let his smell of earth and smoke as he leaned closer to you cloud your judgment. “Fiance, actually.”
“Even better.” The older one said, reaching up and placing his cigarette between his lips, his eyes dark and hungry as they raked over you.
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A rush of excitement shot through you when Arthur reached for his gun belt, undoing it with ease and unbuttoning his pants with one hand. He kept his other hand knotted in your hair, the hair you had taken so much time pinning up before you went out.
God, your fiance was probably worried sick at that moment. Running around the saloon, asking people if they’d seen you, calling out your name on street corners. You fought a smile at the thought of him being worried sick, while you were tied up, pinned between two filthy cowboys in some barn in the middle of nowhere. Part of you wanted him to find you like this. To see you getting something you never got with him.
When Arthur finally pulled himself out of the restraints of his pants, you felt a chill run down your spine at the size of him. You had only ever seen your fiance’s, and it was… underwhelming, to say the least.
You swallowed thickly, feeling the other man’s warm hand run up your back, grabbing your arms that were tied.
You were utterly helpless as Arthur guided himself to your parted lips. “Open wide for me, darlin’.”
And then he pushed himself in. You sighed around him, opening your mouth wider to accommodate his girth. Despite his harshness, he took it slow, letting you warm up to him, allowing your saliva to gather and your tongue to run along his tip.
While you would normally feel some performance anxiety as you used your mouth on a man, worried that perhaps you weren’t good enough… this man’s face said it all, and you felt a rush of confidence when his brows pinched together in pleasure.
He tasted intoxicatingly salty, the smell of his musk flooding your head, and you heard the other man chuckle from behind you. “Look at her go...”
You moaned around him, letting your tongue swirl around him, but you were stopped dead in your tracks as you felt the man behind you run his hand along your soaked pussy, his calloused fingers brushing against your clit.
“Fuckin’ drippin’ too.” He said, kicking your legs apart, spreading you further as his boots hit your ankles.
“Takin’ your time there, Joel?” Arthur joked, and you tried to process his name, but your thoughts were all jumbled up in your head, pleasure shooting up your spine as he dipped a finger into you.
“I think she’s a virgin,” Joel said matter-of-factly, slowly pushing his finger in and out of you. You clenched around him, pushing your hips back against his hand.
Arthur chuckled. “Is she now?”
Your objection was muffled around Arthur’s cock, but you looked up at him with sincerity and he pulled himself out of you with a pop. “Haven’t popped your cherry yet?”
You swallowed, wetting your lips. “I– I have. Kinda–”
“Kinda?” Joel asked from behind you.
“My fiance isn’t very…”
“Oh…” Joel laughed lowly, pushing his finger in deeper, causing you to cry out. “You just haven’t had anyone big enough.”
Arthur began to push himself inside your mouth again, this time going deeper. You breathed heavily out of your nose, trying not to gag, your eyes locked onto his face as you watched the pleasure take over his features again.
“She needs to be fucked right…” Joel mumbled, pushing another finger inside you, stretching you open. “Poor thing.”
He ground his fingers inside you, pushing against your sweet spot, getting you ready for what was to come.
Arthur only pushed his cock further into your mouth, letting it slip down your throat, fucking your face. It wasn’t until your nose pressed against his pelvis that you realized the extent of how far he was down your throat. A hot tear ran down your cheek, and Arthur reached down, wiping it with his thumb.
“You ever come on a cock before, sweetheart?” Joel asked from behind you, taking his fingers out of you. You could barely even comprehend the words that came from his mouth, but you got a muffled noise to come from your throat, confirming that you hadn’t. Not that he was listening for your answer. He knew.
Drool dripped from your chin as Arthur slowly fucked your mouth, throbbing between your lips, his hand pulling you back onto him. You heard a soft sigh come from his throat, and something about that made you moan around him.
And then you choked as you felt Joel run himself up your slit, gathering your wetness, letting the tip of his cock catch on your clit as he got himself lubricated.
A thrill ran through you as he started to push in, stretching your walls more than you had ever been stretched. It was uncomfortable, but fucking good.
He didn’t waste time pushing into you fully, and despite the pain of being spread open, you ground your hips back against him, yearning for movement. He pulsed inside you… or was that you, pulsing around him?
You had not expected your night to go like this.
Joel started to roughly fuck you, his hips slapping against you, rattling the table, forcing Arthur’s cock further down your throat with each thrust. Your brain was complete mush, Joel hitting the perfect spots inside you, Arthur warm and tightly enveloped by your mouth, their tired, pleasured panting and grunting keeping you grounded to reality.
“So fuckin’ tight.” Joel sighed, his fingers digging into your hips.
Your arms still pulled at the ropes that bound them, feeling the burning sensation of them scratching at your skin, your nipples sore from rubbing against the wooden table, being used like a whore.
It wasn’t like you got fucked very often. Or that you even classified what your fiance did as fucking, but either way, you were wound up and about to burst at the seams. Joel plowed into you, his rapid pace knocking the wind out of you but simultaneously building up your orgasm, your legs a shaking, helpless mess beneath you. If it weren’t for the table you were bent over, you would be unable to keep yourself up, the pit in your belly growing each time he rammed himself into your sweet spot.
Arthur still hadn’t come yet, but he was still taking it slow, enjoying the sensation of you breathing heavily around him, swallowing around him, your mascara running down your face.
It caught you off guard, how hard you came. It seemed to catch Joel off guard too, but your eyes screwed shut, your pussy clenching around him tighter than before.
“Comin’ already?” He said cockily, letting himself grind deeper, harder into you, pulling your orgasm from you. Fireworks exploded inside you, your hips rutting relentlessly back against his pelvis, your body shuddering with pure ecstasy.
Arthur pulled himself out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the both of you for a moment as he kept his eyes on your face, watching you ride out your orgasm, desperate, pathetic whines now able to come out of your mouth as he held your hair.
Arthur’s hand let go and your head lowered to the table, pressing your forehead against it and closing your eyes as the sensation began to fade.
“Don’t get tired yet,” Arthur said, and you felt Joel pull out of you, your walls fluttering around nothing.
Suddenly, your bound arms were being pulled back, forcing you upright, your legs shaking as you put weight on them. Your insides burned with the aftermath of your orgasm, but you could already feel the need for more creeping back up.
You were quickly flipped, and then pushed up and onto the table, your legs thankful for the rest, but your arms now being crushed below you as Joel shoved you back. Your head was at the edge of the table, almost hanging off.
Now that you were able to get a good look at the two men, you were reminded that they were both still fully clothed, Arthur lazily stroking himself as they swapped positions. Arthur’s hands found your legs and lifted them, easily spreading them as his hungry gaze traveled down to your fucked out cunt. One of his hands reached up and grabbed your breast, kneading it roughly, his fingers toying with your nipple. Then, he noticed the gold chain around your neck, with a ring hanging on it. Your engagement ring.
“Christ…” He said under his breath, and you gasped as Joel brought his cock to your lips.
“We got lucky with this one, hm?” Joel looked over at Arthur. You felt a blush creep up your neck, and slowly let your tongue lick up Joel's shaft, causing him to sigh above you. He was still coated in your slick, and it sent your body into overdrive when you tasted it.
You had gotten used to how Arthur looked above you, his cock in your mouth, blue eyes on your face, but now that you were able to look up at Joel, you noticed just how handsome he was too. He was more stern, his gaze darker… and god, was his cock even bigger?
“I need to taste her,” Arthur said, and you squirmed.
Joel nodded his head. “Do it, then.”
Arthur slowly lowered himself to his knees between your legs, his thumb spreading your pussy and watching you drip. Then, he licked up the length of it, his tongue flicking your clit, causing a whimper to fall from your mouth. Joel’s eyes were on your face, looking at your reactions, his eyes deep in focus as you struggled in the rope.
Arthur hummed into you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body, but overwhelming you with sensation. He let his tongue dive into you, pulling it back out and weaving it in and out of your folds, sucking lightly on your clit. Your legs shook and you threw your head back, making eye contact with Joel once again.
When Arthur was satisfied, he stood back up, stroking himself as he positioned his cock at your trembling opening, his other hand holding your leg to keep you spread apart.
You were putty in their hands. It was nice, being in some unknown place with some men you barely knew. Something freeing about it. Like you could escape your life for a while, to everyone else, you were a kidnapped damsel in distress, but to you, you were set free.
Arthur quickly shoved himself into you, and you cried out, relishing in the satisfying stretch. He was unable to restrain himself, his length throbbing inside you, his hips grinding into you desperately. “Good fuckin’ girl…”
The table shook as he fucked you, your arms going numb below you and your body shuddering every time he pushed inside you.
And then Joel started to let his cock slip in between your lips. You were barely coherent, the angle at which Arthur was fucking you making you unable to register it, allowing him to push further down your throat, making you gag again.
The men were talking to each other but you could barely hear them, their voices muffled as your body took them like they wanted.
When Arthur grabbed both your legs and pinned them further up towards your waist, he was able to grind himself in deeper, making you yelp around Joel’s length, tears welling in your eyes again.
“She’s close again.” Arthur chuckled, slapping his hips into your ass, making you cry out, swallowing around Joel. He let out a sigh, slowly pulling out before pushing back in.
You came once more, hard. Harder than the first, your vision went white and your lungs were unable to draw breath as Arthur railed you into oblivion. You were a heap of sweat and tears and moans, choking on Joel’s cock, coming on Arthur’s. Maybe this was what you were meant for.
Joel pulled out of your mouth, and you found yourself disappointed that he didn’t come down your throat, but you quickly looked up at Arthur, his hair falling over his face under his hat, his hands pulling your hips onto him as he let go. He rutted into you and shot his come deep inside you, and if you weren’t so drunk on your orgasm you would have sworn you heard a few whimpers leave the cowboy’s lips.
“Thought you had more restraint than that, Arthur,” Joel said, shooting him a look.
Arthur’s breaths shook as he slowed himself inside you. “Shut up.”
Joel chuckled, catching his breath as he looked down at you. “Ready to take both of us?”
You felt your pussy flutter around Arthur. “What do you mean?” Your voice was hoarse, and it sounded unfamiliar to you.
Arthur slipped out of you, and you felt a warm gush as his come began to drip. “You got two holes for a reason, darlin’.”
Oh. You gulped, your throat raw. “I’ve never done anything like that–”
“You ain’t done a lot of things,” Joel smirked. “Why not try?”
You couldn’t help the excitement that you felt from this proposition. “But, won’t it hurt?”
“We’ll go slow.”
You stayed quiet for a moment before nodding your head. “Okay.”
Joel came back to where Arthur was standing and pulled you up and off the table, flipping you back over onto your stomach. With them both behind you, looking at you like this, you shivered.
“Okay…” Joel kicked your legs apart again, and Arthur hummed, reaching down to spread your lips and watch his spend drip from your used pussy.
“Jesus, Arthur,” Joel grumbled, and you fought a laugh at their dynamic. You could practically hear Joel’s eyes roll.
But your heart jumped in your chest as one of the men’s hands grabbed your ass, spreading you apart further, exposing all of you. You couldn’t believe this was happening.
You gasped as one of their fingers began to prod at your hole, and it seemed lubricated with either your come or their spit.
“Ready?” Joel asked, and you nodded, and you clenched your teeth as he slowly pushed his finger inside you. Surprisingly, there wasn’t too much pain, just an uncomfortable feeling that you weren’t quite used to. When you imagined one of their cock’s fully inside you, you became nervous, yet equally turned on by the idea.
It felt dreamlike as Joel slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, getting you used to the sensation. He reached down and rubbed your clit with the other hand, helping you relax. You heard Arthur hum from behind you, enjoying the show.
When he added a second finger, you squirmed, feeling yourself pulse with arousal and neglect, your arms struggling again in the ropes. It felt alarmingly incredible.
“That’s it…” Arthur shushed you, his hand running up the back of your thigh to your ass, pulling you apart. The thought of them watching you like this was intoxicating.
You moaned as Joel stretched you further, spreading his fingers and slowly getting you used to the feeling. But you already were. As quickly as they had started, you were already yearning for more.
You ground your hips back on his hand, and he chuckled. “Ya’ like that?”
“Yeah.” You bit down on your lip as he pumped them as deep as he could, and then pulled them out.
Your insides felt like hot magma as they flipped you over, and you were pulled up and off the table. You hadn’t even thought about how this might work. How they might bend you to be able to take both of them at the same time. You didn’t care.
Arthur went behind you and sat on the table, pulling you back as Joel lifted you onto Arthur’s lap. Now that you were pressed against a body and not a wooden table, things felt more intimate. Arthur grabbed your hips, your restrained arms hanging helplessly between your back and his chest.
But Arthur was hard again, and he was slowly helping you lower your dripping cunt down onto him, allowing himself to get slicked up. You sighed at the feeling, your pussy already aching from being fucked earlier. But you clenched around him as he held your hips, his breaths heavy on your neck as he fucked into you slowly. Joel watched intently, clearly getting impatient.
You looked at Joel, a smirk prying at the corner of your mouth. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.”
He held back a smile as he sucked on his teeth, watching your pussy take Arthur’s cock with ease.
Finally, Arthur pulled himself out of you and helped you lift yourself. Your heart pounded in your chest as you moved slightly forward, feeling his cock press against the ring of muscle that practically twitched with need.
And then, you started to lower yourself down.
“There you go…” Arthur said, his fingers digging into your hips, his cock stretching you more and more. You winced at the stretch but didn’t care. You were hellbent on taking him, you needed to be full.
“Oh my god.” You gasped, relaxing as you let him sink into you, pressing against parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. It was a whole new feeling, but a welcome one.
Soon enough, you were sitting on his lap again, fully flush with his thighs, his dick pulsing inside you. You felt as if you could come then and there.
“Christ, you feel good.” He murmured into your ear.
But you were far from done. Arthur leaned back, and his cock moved inside you, causing you to yelp with another newfound sensation. Joel stepped forward, grabbing both of your legs and holding them apart and up, spreading you wide. He lined his cock up with your empty, dripping, needy pussy, and quickly pushed himself in.
Your jaw hung slack and your eyes rolled back at the feeling. They hadn’t even started to move but your body was shaking, throbbing around them, so full that you didn’t even know what to do with yourself.
Joel watched your reaction and chuckled cockily. “Look at you. So fuckin’ full, hm?”
You stared at him, your eyes watering with how good it felt. And then he thrust inside you, and your breath was sucked out of your lungs.
Slowly, Arthur began to push his hips up and into you, Joel keeping your legs up and apart as he pushed in at an opposite rhythm. This way, you were never empty. Every time Arthur drew back, Joel pushed in. The feeling was endless, and you practically left your body, unable to even choke out so much as a moan. You didn’t know you could feel so good.
“I think we broke her,” Joel laughed breathily, looking to Arthur, who had his nose pressed against your ear, his beard scratching against your neck.
Arthur sighed. “I think you’re right.” His hand was latched onto your hip, firmly holding you in place as they went faster.
You literally couldn’t think. You had never been like this. Void of thoughts. But as they sped up, you couldn’t fight your cries of desperation, of pure, hot, pleasure, your body taking these men like it was your life’s purpose.
“Look at yourself,” Arthur said, his other hand grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look down at Joel’s cock disappearing inside your red, swollen pussy. “Takin’ both of us like a whore.”
You whimpered as they continued, your orgasm approaching slow but strong, the explosions inside of you building up in a way you had never felt. This was more than you had ever felt. The best feeling you ever knew, and it was with two random cowboys you met an hour ago.
“I’m…” You choked out, your lungs unable to draw breath, your body unable to move, your legs shaking more than they ever had as Joel held them in place. “Gonna come…”
Joel slammed himself into you and you were launched over the edge, your body seizing and a moan so visceral tearing from your throat as you writhed between them, your body tensing helplessly as they fucked you fast and hard, driving themselves into you over and over and over.
“Fuck…” Arthur sighed into your ear, and you felt him rut his cock into you, filling you up once again.
You couldn’t stop coming, though. It was the longest and most powerful thing you had ever felt, waves turning into lightning and striking your body with pain and pleasure, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth.
And then Joel came inside you, filling your pussy up with more come, pushing into you with reckless abandon and to your utter shock, pulling another earth-shattering orgasm from you. You didn’t know where the first one ended and where this one began, but the room was spinning and your body fucking gave up, clenching painfully around their cocks, squeezing every drop of come out of them and every ounce of energy out of you.
You felt as if you would pass out. And maybe you did, because everything was blurry and suddenly you were being lifted, and you felt emptier than you had ever felt.
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The men helped you get cleaned up and redressed, but you looked like you had been dragged through the mud. Your dress was covered in dirt and dust, your hair a mess no matter how hard you tried to press it down into place.
Not only that, but your body was stiff and you had rope burn on your forearms and wrists, which were thankfully covered by your gloves. You felt disgusting, in the best way possible.
You rode on the back of Arthur’s horse as they took you back, and you winced with every step the horse took, your entire core aching. Unfortunately for you, you still found yourself aching for more. But it was over. You needed to get out of whatever fantasy you were in and get back to your real life.
You were prepared to lie to any cops when you got back and say that these men found you and rescued you.
But when you arrived, there was no commotion. No cops, not even anyone searching the street corner. Arthur helped you down from his horse and you peered into the window of the saloon.
There was your fiance, drunk and sat in a chair with working girls all over him. Your jaw dropped and you watched them kiss him on the cheek, his hand running up one of their backsides and another one of them reaching down to rub the growing bulge in his pants.
And then, you laughed. He hadn’t even noticed you were gone. Maybe another woman would have been hurt by this, but you couldn’t fight the laughter that escaped your throat. The fact that the man you had just left in the middle of the night, the one who couldn’t even pleasure you with his tiny…
Your eyes began to water, and you clutched your stomach, wheezing uncontrollably. People on the street looked at you like you needed to be institutionalized. Arthur and Joel were still on their horses, watching you with confusion.
Suddenly, your fiance locked eyes with you through the window, and his jaw dropped, caught in the act. Except you could not stop laughing.
The man pushed the girls off of him, standing up and walking over to the large doors. When he stepped outside, he had the most hilarious look of shock on his face.
He looked at the two men on horseback behind you. “What is this?”
You took a few breaths, calming down. “What is this?” You looked behind you at the men, and then back at your fiance. “I don’t think you have the right to be asking me that right now.”
“Of course I do.” He suddenly got very angry, and that made you want to laugh harder. “We’re engaged.”
You scoffed, reaching down for the ring that was on the chain around your neck. You yanked it, breaking the chain, and held it out in front of you. Then, you dropped it, the ring clinking to the ground and rolling into a puddle. Your fiance stared at you with anger in his eyes.
“Not anymore.” You shrugged. The man was speechless.
You turned to the Arthur and Joel, who were watching intently. Joel had a smirk on his face. “Boys, can I get a ride?”
Arthur held back a laugh, looking your fiance up and down. “Sure thing, darlin’.”