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Victoria knows there’s not a lot people can say no to her for when she smiles just a bit and bats her eyelashes at them while asking. It’s how she ended up here, face buried in Parker’s cunt, John’s cock inching his way into her.
Her first orgasm of the night felt like it had been torn from her as she bounced on John’s fingers, kneeling in between him and Ellis. Parker’s lips were so soft where they cushioned the sting of her teeth in Victoria's lower lip.
He'd worked one, two, three fingers into her, neglecting her swollen clit as she dripped onto his palm and wrist. Parker’s fingers were rough as they twisted and pinched at her nipples. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to lean into the pain or away from it, finding herself bouncing desperately on the thick fingers inside her. Ellis’s knees bracketed her hips, keeping her from running away from the onslaught of sensations.
She came as Ellis sucked her lip into her mouth, as she felt the scrape of John’s teeth on the nape of her neck as he curled his fingers inside her. She trembled and shook apart between them, whimpering and gasping desperately as neither of them let up. She wanted to ask for attention for her neglected clit, but couldn't muster more than a whimper as John kept working his fingers in and out of her. Her thighs burned from the exertion.
Part of her wanted to beg for mercy, but she found herself only letting them keep going. From behind her, she could feel Shen’s lips curve into a smile as his thumb pet the edge of where her cunt was spread open on him. She tried to protest maybe, clenching down in anticipation, thinking he’d try and slip it in with the other three fingers still inside her. Instead, he swirled it in her arousal before brushing it back and up, up, til it brushed her—
She jerked in Ellis’ grip, finally making a physical effort to twist away from where the pad of his thumb was petting lightly over her asshole. Maybe she was trying to say something, but it got lost in the desperate whine that left her.
Ellis’ laugh was just this side of cruel, teasing, and she struggled between the tugging at her poor abused nipples and the hint of something more where she’d never had anyone before. Never even really considered it.
“Vicky don’t pretend to be such a prude,” John’s voice was low and dark as the tip of his thumb started to apply light pressure. “I can feel how much you want it.”
He was right, of course, because he could feel the way she was clenching down on his fingers inside her. Parker, for her part, could feel the little elevations in Victoria's heart rate, the little whines she was trying to swallow.
But they’d shown her mercy, John pulling his finger away with a simple, “Ellis I’ll let you have that.”
Victoria’d twisted between them to try and look at John, but hadn’t gotten far with his broad shoulders blocking her in against Ellis’ continued onslaught. She’d thought she might start crying, might break down with only one orgasm between the three of them because she could barely handle what they were giving her, as they’d said, “to warm her up.”
Instead, as she thought she might start hiccuping, Ellis had shuffled backwards, letting go of Victoria’s tits finally, settling back on her elbows. Victoria had leaned forward, balancing herself on her palms as Ellis leaned back long and lithe. Her smile was a flash of blindingly white teeth. Victoria wanted her to spread her legs so she could see her pussy, see if she was as wet as Victoria wanted her to be. Instead she kept her knees firmly knocked together.
“If you want something, you have to ask for it.” John had said behind her. His fingers were still inside her, just barely still. Surely his wrist had been hurting from how long he’d been inside her, but he hadn’t seemed to mind.
“C’mon Javadi, you were so brave when you asked us to fuck you. Cat got your tongue?”
Ellis was being so mean, Victoria had thought to herself. Surely she knew what Victoria wanted, could sense the way saliva was flooding her mouth in anticipation.
“Alright Vicky, enough dawdling,” John had drawled as he’d wrapped an arm around her torso, withdrawing his fingers all of a sudden only to press his fingers to her clit and pinch.
She squealed and tried to squirm out of his grip as Ellis laughed in front of her, still perched on her elbows. The position emphasized the roundness of her shoulders, the strength of her torso as her abdomen flexed and the muscles shifted. Victoria had wanted to dig her teeth into the skin below her belly button where hair started to trail down.
Ellis had merely raised her eyebrows as John dragged his lips across her naked shoulder, both of them apparently waiting for her. The air was borderline electric, and Victoria knew how to ask for what she wanted, so why couldn't she?
What had startled her out of her reverie in the end was the slap John had delivered against her pussy, the sound wet and sharp in a way that had made Ellis’ thighs clench ever so slightly. She hadn’t even had the wherewithal to protest in any way, had just whined a bit before setting her jaw.
“Parker,” The woman in front of her had smiled slightly, the tips of her canines on display, “Can I eat you out?”
“God I thought we’d have to watch you pant like a little pup in heat forever,” John had ribbed behind her as Ellis had laughed and spread her legs.
Few things slip from Victoria’s memory, it’s borderline eidetic. And this, this would stay with her in an instant the way she’d taught herself to do with MCAT flashcards.
As Parker had spread her legs, more and more skin was revealed. Victoria hadn’t seen her take off her briefs, but she knew it had happened. Then, in that moment, she was all smooth, dark, skin leading to where her pussy was borderline dripping onto the sheets below her. Sparse hair decorating her legs led to thick, dark curls at the end of her happy trail. Victoria had wanted nothing more than to taste.
All because of me, Victoria had thought greedily, a shot of arousal and delight sparking in her chest.
This was what she’d wanted when she’d first thought of Ellis and Shen, her in between them, them doing whatever they wanted with her. She’d wanted to know that she could have that effect on them the way they did her when Parker rolled her eyes at someone or John took her by the elbow to take on an interesting trauma. They made her want to step into an empty on-call room and stick her hand between her legs. Now, she would know that she had that effect on Parker. There was no drug that could even begin to compare.
And then John had slid himself back behind her so he could pull her back by her hips and then press her down towards Parker’s wet cunt by the back of her neck. It had been humiliating in a way that sent a sick shiver down her spine straight to where she clenched around nothing. They’d already called a little pup, made her come on John’s fingers till she wanted to cry while Ellis entertained herself by playing with Victoria’s tits. Then she was quite literally face down ass up, dropping down to her elbows as John pushed harder when she hesitated.
“There, now you can see,” Ellis’s hands were gentle as they gathered her hair into a messy ponytail.
She’d been able to smell Parker’s arousal from that close, head resting on her thigh. There was wetness at the apex of her thighs, but where they were spread apart as well. She hadn’t just made Parker wet, she’d made her make a mess.
“C’mon Vicky, get to it,” John had been digging his fingers into her thighs, thumbs going to spread her pussy wide.
Maybe she should’ve had more shame than this, spread between two coworkers, letting one watch her clench around nothing, her clit throb, the other with her hair in her fist, waiting for Victoria to lick her pussy.
When John had spat on her cunt, she’d jerked forward with a small shout of surprise, the sensation of his saliva dripping down the length of her something she’d never felt before. It was degrading beyond the way he was holding her down, the way he’d been looking at her spread out under him. She’d whined in complaint but he’d laughed in response.
“Gotta get you ready for me, don’t whine so much,” He’d said as he’d smeared his spit across her and then gently fucked his thumb in and out of her.
Instead of dwelling on that, she’d leaned against the weight of Ellis’s hand in her hair and licked a long stripe up her center. Ellis had muttered a quiet curse, her thighs squeezing in on Victoria’s head as John had notched the tip of his cock against her. There hadn’t been a single rational thought left in her head, too engrossed in the way Parker tasted on her tongue.
Now, she swirls her tongue around her clit before closing her lips around it and sucking. Ellis’s responding moan is the exact motivation she wants, opening her mouth so she can drag her tongue across the hardened bud. Behind her, she can feel Shen’s hands spreading her as he leans forward to continue slowly inching into her. It’s a mind bending combination.
Ellis’s hand in her hair starts to get more insistent as Victoria tries to learn what the other woman likes. She takes a moment to fuck her tongue in and out of where arousal is leaking steadily, and Ellis bears down on the sensation. For just a moment, she wonders if that’s something like what John feels behind her as he pulls out slightly so he can shove his hips into hers just a bit more. It feels like he’s endless as Victoria pants open mouthed into Parker’s cunt.
“Fuck, Javadi, your mouth,” She can barely breathe with the way Parker is grinding down on her face, but she wants to be good, wants to make her feel good, so she tilts her chin up so she can suck Parker back into her mouth. “Baby just like that, suck my clit, ah, fuck.”
Taking a chance, Victoria hooks her hands around Ellis’s thighs, pulling her more into her face if that was even possible. The gasping noises the other woman is making are giving Shen the glide he needs to pull out and thrust back in.
He’s pulling her back on to him, somehow still feeding more of him into her, “You’re still so fucking tight, Vicky, even from how much you like eating Parker’s pussy.” His tone is borderline gleeful, like he knows how much she feels the stretch of him and likes knowing she’ll be feeling him tomorrow.
Somewhere above her, she thinks she hears Ellis start to talk. “Shen, god, her mouth is even better than–”
The rest of what Parker was about to say gets erased by the sensation of Shen finally, pushing the rest of himself into her cunt, the way he pinches her clit. She gasps, jerking forward from the sensation, inadvertently twisting away from where Ellis is still holding on to her hair. The dual points of pain white out her mind.
John isn’t one to be outdone when Parker yanks Victoria’s mouth back onto her, beginning to fuck her in earnest. He’s thicker than he is long, but he’s still long enough that Victoria feels him in her chest every time she breathes. He’s touching her clit, the rhythm of his finger steady and unforgiving, as his hips find a similar rhythm in its steadiness. Despite how much she can feel him inside her, there’s no resistance, just stretch and give in how Victoria feels herself let him in.
Parker tastes like salt and sweetness under her tongue. Victoria drags the tip of her tongue from Parker’s opening up, and up, to her clit so she can feel the way it throbs. Pursing her lips, she sucks it into her mouth. That elicits a gasp and groan from Ellis, the woman rocking her hips up into Victoria’s face.
Taking a chance, Victoria shifts her weight onto one elbow so she can free her other hand. She tilts her face so she can trace her middle finger over Ellis’s soaked cunt til it’s resting where she clenches around nothing.
“Fuck, yes, do it,” Parker grinds out, gasping as Victoria slides one finger in.
Her hands might not compare to Parker’s, or the thickness of Shen inside her, but the way Parker groans sets Victoria alight inside. She hears Shen swear behind her, as if he can feel how much she’s delighted by the feeling of Parker around her. Lowering her head, she pairs the thrust of her finger with her mouth back on Parker’s clit.
All of a sudden, it feels like not enough. An image flashes behind Victoria’s eyes, unbidden, of her fingers, her hand so deep inside Parker’s pussy that her palm is stretching her open. She wants, like she wants to feel Parker come on her tongue, the way she wants John to fuck her through another orgasm.
She slips another finger inside Parker to hear her gasp, to lap up the rush of arousal that gushes out of her from the crooking motion of Victoria’s fingers. Once, she’d tried it on herself and come so hard she couldn’t breathe. Parker seems to feel similarly, rocking her hips against the motion and moaning.
“Vicky, you’re doing such a good job. You look so pretty like this,” This she can’t tell if he’s talking about her, bent over in front of him, or if his eyes are trained on where her cunt is spread open on his cock, clit throbbing.
Apparently making a decision of his own, he drags his blunt nails down her back to test her reaction. Victoria shivers, twisting away from the onslaught of sensation. He laughs softly to himself and in the next moment, his hand comes down in a harsh slap against her ass. All she can do is whine, high and pathetic in the back of her throat.
“Shen, do it again,” Victoria hears Parker say, moans temporarily interrupted by her apparent desire to see Victoria suffer a little.
The next slap is on the other cheek, just as hot and searing and insistent. “Oh you liked that, didn’t you?” Victoria tries to protest but the words are lost to a shout when the third hit comes on top of the first.
She can tell she’s losing rhythm, the motion of her fingers interrupted every time John’s hand comes down on her, but it feels too good for her to truly protest. The blend between the sting of his palm with the soothing feeling of his fingers on her clit is making her head spin.
“Vicky we haven't even made you cry, that’s a real shame.” And he’s grabbing her ass, massaging roughly over where he’d just brought his hand down, the skin hot and tender. She can’t stop the way she tries to run from the sensation despite how it sends electric shocks down to her clit, where she can feel the orgasm building in her stomach. “You were being so good, now you’re being so squirmy. Can’t handle a little more?”
She wants to say she can, wants to defend herself and what she can handle. Tries for something like, “No, no, I’ll be good, I want to be good,” Mostly muffled by her insistence on continuing to lap at Parker’s cunt, voice drowned out by the sound of Shen’s hips against hers, her fingers inside Ellis, the slick and wet of it all.
At that, she feels Ellis clench down on the fingers inside her, now three of Victoria’s, and groan loud and long above her. The feeling of her coming around Victoria’s fingers and on her face and mouth is second to none, and she thinks she might be dripping on to the bed from how aroused she is. Her thighs clench around Victoria’s head, as if fighting the way she keeps working her fingers and in out of her. Victoria doesn’t relent, dutifully playing with her clit, sucking it into her mouth, twisting her tongue around it, til Parker’s legs are shaking.
It shouldn't be possible for Shen to feel like he’s reaching even deeper inside her than he already is, but when he moves a hand to her lower back to tilt her hips forward and gain more leverage to yank her backwards onto his cock, she feels him start to bully that spot inside of her in earnest. “You can come too, Vicky, just for that, look at how good you’re being for Parker.”
Maybe it’s the angle, maybe it’s being between the two of them, but all of a sudden Victoria feels like something is different. Not wrong, just very very different. She can’t bring herself to stop her ministrations on Ellis, not with the way the woman is egging her on by riding her face in earnest. Instead she tries to shift her hips away from the sensation, but Shen is relentless.
Again, she tries to say something, anything, to get him to understand that she doesn’t understand what she’s feeling that she might–
“Jesus Christ,” Is all Shen says as she feels her orgasm wash over her, a dam breaking, as she shakes under him and the sound of liquid hitting the sheets and John’s chest echoes around the room with an incredible finality.
He keeps fucking her through it, because of course he does, and she can’t stop rocking her hips back against his, feeling the way she’s soaking the sheets underneath her. The noises she’s making are unintelligible beyond prolonged whimpering as Shen continues to fuck onto the very spot inside her that made her squirt all over him. She thinks she might actually be crying at this point.
At some point, she realizes Ellis came again while Shen fucked her through her second orgasm, because eventually Ellis’s hands in her hair are tugging her off, legs are opening and lifting her head. Victoria can only imagine how she looks, face covered in Parker’s arousal and fingers damp as she sucks them into her mouth.
“Oh sweetheart,” Parker’s tone is nothing shy of condescending as she sits up, Victoria’s eyes following her John keeps fucking her.
Without Parker holding her head in place, she can feel the way her body rocks with the rhythm of his thrusts. She feels strung out, oversensitive, but she wants him to finish. Wants to know what it is to hear him come.
“You gonna be a good girl and let John finish?” She coos, moving one hand to Victoria’s face so she can hold it and swipe her thumb across her soaked chin, replacing her fingers with her own.
Victoria nods as she suckles on Parker’s fingers, long and insistent in her mouth.
It only takes a few more thrusts before Victoria feels the way John finishes inside her. She should probably care that he didn’t use a condom, but instead she relishes in the way his come is warm inside her, the way he keeps fucking her. It’s ridiculously sloppy and her sheets are probably ruined, but she sighs around Parker’s fingers in exhausted delight anyway.
She starts to slump onto the mattress once he pulls out, no longer held up by his hands digging into her hips and ass. The slick glide of his tongue on her cunt startles her forward, further into Ellis’s lap and she almost bites down on her fingers.
“He’s just cleaning you up,” Parker says with a smile, smoothing her free hand over Victoria’s hair.
She feels boneless and satiated, letting her eyes close as John holds her open for himself, dragging his tongue through the mess he made of her pussy. She lets herself rock her hips back onto his face as he fucks her with his tongue, as he reaches between her legs to rub her clit. It shouldn’t be possible for her to finish again, half dead to the world and mostly holding Parker’s fingers in her mouth more than anything else, but with all the fight gone, she succumbs to the sensation waiting to wash over her one more time.