Her Billionaire Triplets Trilogy Box Set: Taboo Lactation Play (Books 1 to 3)
Her Billionaire Triplets Trilogy
Mia Minx
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Table of Contents
Milked By Her Billionaire Triplets
Sucked By Her Billionaire Triplets
Licked By Her Billionaire Triplets
Milked By Her Billionaire Triplets
Mia Minx
Chapter 1
The stone bit into my knees. It was cold, sharp, and unforgiving. I knelt there, the rough texture grinding against my skin. A thick velvet blindfold cut off my sight. Darkness wrapped around me. The air conditioning hummed a low, steady note somewhere in the distance. The room smelled like expensive cologne and musk. It smelled like them. My breath hitched in my throat. My heart hammered against my ribs. I waited. The silence stretched, heavy and thick.
Then, I heard it. The scuff of a boot on the floor. Then another. Three distinct sets of footsteps. They circled me. Predators stalking prey. I couldn't see them, but I felt their heat. I felt their eyes burning into my naked flesh. My skin prickled. Goosebumps rose on my arms. My skin flushed darker under the scrutiny. I was exposed. Completely at their mercy. The thought made my stomach clench. A wet heat bloomed between my legs.
"Look at her," a voice rumbled. Jacob. It was deep, rough, and commanding. "Fucking waiting for it."
"She's trembling," another voice said. Chris. Softer, but still laced with hunger. "Are you cold, Betty? Or just excited?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't. My throat was dry. I just knelt there, pushing my chest out slightly. An invitation. My breasts felt heavy. They ached with a dull, throbbing pressure. The milk was there. Waiting. Demanding to be let out. The weight of them pulled at my shoulders. My nipples were already hard, pebbled against the cool air. They were sensitive, raw from earlier touches. A single bead of milk gathered at the tip of my right nipple. I could feel it. A heavy, wet drop. It threatened to fall.
"Silence," Simon said. His voice was smooth, elegant. "Her body speaks for her."
A hand touched my shoulder. It was large, hot, and calloused. Jacob. He gripped me hard. His fingers dug into my flesh. He trailed his hand down my arm. Then, his hand moved to my chest. He cupped my heavy breast. He weighed it in his palm. He squeezed. A sharp gasp tore from my lips. The pressure forced another drop of milk out. It trickled down my skin.
"So full," Jacob growled. "These udders are fucking bursting."
He twisted my nipple. Pain shot through me, sharp and bright. It mixed with pleasure. My back arched. I pushed my breast into his hand. I wanted more. I needed the pain. I needed the release.
Another hand joined in. Chris. He stroked my other breast. His touch was lighter, almost reverent. He ran his thumb over the distended tip. He smeared the leaking milk across my skin. It felt slick and hot.
"You're leaking everywhere, Betty," Chris whispered. "What a messy girl."
"Make her offer them," Simon commanded from somewhere in front of me. "Show us what you have."
Hands grasped my wrists. They pulled my arms behind my back. Jacob held them there. He forced my shoulders back. This thrust my chest forward. My breasts were on display. Presented for their use. I felt vulnerable. I felt like a piece of meat. My cunt throbbed. I felt a pulse of wetness leak out. It ran down my thigh.
"Please," I whimpered. The word was barely a breath.
"Please what?" Simon asked. He was closer now. I could feel his breath on my face. "Tell us. Use your words."
"Please... take them," I begged. "They hurt. They're so full."
"Good girl," Jacob grunted.
Then, I felt the scratch of a beard. Rough, coarse hair against my sensitive skin. Chris. He buried his face in my cleavage. He inhaled deeply. He smelled the milk and the sweat. He groaned. The sound vibrated against my chest. Then, his mouth found my nipple. He latched on.
He sucked hard.
"Oh god!" I cried out. "Ah...ah!"
The suction was intense. It pulled at the deep tissue inside my breast. The milk let down. It flooded his mouth. I heard him swallow. Gulping noises. He drank greedily. He tugged at my nipple with his lips. His tongue flicked over the tip. It was too much. It wasn't enough. My toes curled against the stone floor.
"Your mouth is so good... ah!" I moaned. "Your tongue is so rough."
Chris didn't stop. He feasted. His hands gripped my waist, holding me steady. His beard scraped my tender skin. It created a friction that burned. The sensation shot straight to my clit. I rocked my hips. I needed friction there. I needed something to fill the empty ache.
"Save some for me," Jacob said. He released my wrists.
Chris pulled off with a wet pop. A string of milk connected his lip to my nipple. It broke and dripped onto my thigh. My nipple was red and swollen. It glistened with spit and milk.
Jacob stepped in. He didn't bother with gentle touches. He grabbed my breast roughly. He squeezed it until the milk sprayed. It hit his chest. He didn't care. He latched onto the other nipple. He sucked even harder than Chris. He was aggressive. He demanded everything I had.
"Fuck," I gasped. "Yes! Suck it! Drink it all!"
My head fell back. The blindfold made every touch feel amplified. I focused entirely on the sensation of their mouths. The wet heat. The rough scrape of stubble. The pull of the suction. It was overwhelming. My mind went blank. I was just a body. A vessel for their pleasure.
Jacob bit down gently. I yelped. Then he soothed the bite with his tongue. He massaged my breast with his hand, working the milk down. He was milking me. Like a cow. The thought sent a jolt of shame through me. But the shame only fueled the fire. My pussy clenched. I was dripping wet now.
"She tastes like fucking cream," Jacob muttered against my skin. "Sweetest thing I've ever had."
Simon was still watching. I could feel his gaze. He knelt down in front of me. He placed his hands on my knees. He ran them up my thighs. Slowly. Teasingly. His fingers traced the lines of muscle. He pushed my legs apart.
"Wider," Simon ordered.
I obeyed. I spread my knees on the cold stone. The air hit my wet cunt. I shivered. Simon leaned in. He blew a stream of cool air over my clit.
"So swollen," Simon observed. "So wet. Is this from the feeding, Betty? Does it make your little cunt hungry?"
"Yes," I breathed. "It makes me so hungry."
"Tell us what you want," Simon said. His fingers ghosted over my slit. He didn't touch me where I needed it. He teased the outer lips.
"I want... I want you to touch me," I moaned.
Jacob switched breasts. He moved to the one Chris had drained. He found it still full. He growled low in his throat. He attacked it with renewed vigor. His hand moved between my legs. He shoved a finger inside me. Rough. Dry. It burned.
"Tight little cunt," Jacob grunted. "So fucking greedy."
He pumped his finger in and out. I gasped. My hips bucked against his hand.
"Ah! Ah! Your finger is so big!" I cried out. "My pussy is stretched by your finger so good!"
Simon grabbed my chin. He tilted my head up. Even with the blindfold, I knew he was looking right at me.
"Open your mouth," Simon commanded.
I opened my lips. He pressed his thumb against my tongue. I sucked on it instinctively. I swirled my tongue around the digit.
"Good," Simon said. "Keep it open."
He stood up. I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling. The metal clink echoed. Then the zipper of his jeans. The rustle of fabric. His cock slapped against my cheek. It was hot. Heavy. The smell of musk was stronger now. Pre-cum smeared on my skin.
"Suck it," Simon said.
I turned my head. I found the tip with my lips. I kissed the slit. I tasted the salty fluid. Then I took him into my mouth. He was thick. He stretched my jaw wide. I sank down, taking him as deep as I could. I relaxed my throat. I wanted to take it all.
"Fuck yes," Simon hissed. "Take that dick."
Jacob was still feasting on my tits. He was switching back and forth. He left bite marks all over the soft skin. He was grunting like an animal. The combination of sensations was dizzying. My mouth was full of Simon. My chest was being ravaged by Jacob and Chris. My cunt was empty and aching.
Chris moved behind me. He pressed his chest against my back. I could feel the heat of his skin. His hard cock nestled against my ass crack. He reached around and grabbed my breasts. He offered them up to Jacob.
"Share, brother," Chris said. "There's plenty for everyone."
Jacob released my nipple with a wet sound. He moved to the side. Chris took his place. Chris's mouth was different. Hotter. Wetter. He used his teeth more. He nibbled at the sensitive skin. He drew the milk out in long, slow pulls. It felt like he was draining my very soul.
"My turn," Jacob said.
He moved in front of me. He pulled Simon's cock out of my mouth. I whimpered at the loss. Then Jacob shoved his cock in. He was thicker than Simon. He hit the back of my throat immediately. I gagged. Tears leaked from under the blindfold.
"Take it," Jacob demanded. He held my head in a vice grip. He fucked my face. "Choke on it."
I struggled to breathe. My nose pressed against his pubic bone. The scent of him filled me. I drooled around his shaft. Spit ran down my chin.
Meanwhile, Chris was still working my tits. He had one hand on my pussy now. He rubbed my clit in tight circles. The pleasure built up. It coiled in my belly like a snake.
"Oh god! Oh fuck!" I screamed around Jacob's cock. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"
"Not yet," Simon said. He slapped my ass. The sting shocked me. "Hold it."
Chris pulled his hand away. I whined in frustration. My body trembled. I was so close. I needed that release.
They pulled away from me. The sudden loss of contact was jarring. I knelt there, gasping for air. My chest heaved. My tits were covered in bite marks and spit. Milk still leaked from them, running down my stomach. My pussy was throbbing. My clit was pulsing.
"Get up," Jacob ordered.
Strong hands grabbed me. They hauled me to my feet. My legs were shaky. I could barely stand. They guided me. I stumbled forward. The stone floor ended. They placed me on something soft. The bed. The sheets were cool against my skin.
"On your hands and knees," Simon directed.
I crawled onto the mattress. The sheets rustled. I positioned myself. My ass in the air. My head down. This position made my tits hang down. The weight pulled at me. The milk dripped onto the blue sheets. I felt exposed. Completely open.
"Look at that ass," Chris said. He slapped my cheek. It jiggled.
"And that cunt," Jacob added. He climbed onto the bed behind me. "Dripping wet."
"Which hole do you want, brother?" Chris asked.
"Cunt," Jacob said. "I want that milking cunt."
He knelt behind me. He rubbed the head of his cock against my slit. He coated himself in my juices. Then, he pushed in. He didn't wait for me to adjust. He slammed into me. Balls deep.
"Fuck!" I shrieked. "You're so big! Your cock is so hard! My pussy is stretched by your cock so good!"
Jacob set a brutal pace. He pounded into me. The bed rocked. The headboard slammed against the wall. His hips slapped against my ass. The sound was loud. Wet. Filthy.
"Take it!" Jacob roared. "Take every fucking inch!"
Simon moved in front of me. He sat on the edge of the bed. He grabbed my hair. He pulled my face up.
"My turn again," Simon said. He fed his cock back into my mouth.
I was spit-roasted between them. Jacob fucking me from behind. Simon fucking my face. Chris was underneath me. He was lying on his back. He positioned himself so my tits hung in his face.
"Come here, mommy," Chris murmured. "Give me that milk."
He latched onto my swinging breast. The suction was incredible. Every time Jacob slammed into me, my tits swung into Chris's mouth. It drove him wild. He sucked harder. He grabbed my other tit and squeezed. Milk sprayed everywhere. It coated his face. It dripped onto the sheets.
The sensations were too much. The fullness in my cunt. The cock in my throat. The mouth on my nipple. I was drowning in pleasure. My body was a live wire.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I moaned around Simon's cock. "I can't... I can't..."
"You can," Simon grunted. He held my head down. "You'll take it all."
Jacob reached around. He found my clit. He rubbed it roughly.
"Cum for us, Betty," Jacob commanded. "Squirt on my cock."
That was it. The stimulation broke me.
"Ah...ow! I, I can't stand it I'm about to orgasm! Help! Help! Ah! Ah!"
My back arched. My whole body seized up. My cunt clamped down on Jacob's cock like a vice. I screamed. The orgasm ripped through me. Waves of pleasure crashed over me. I gushed. Fluids flooded out of me. I soaked Jacob's cock. I soaked the sheets.
"Fuck yeah!" Jacob shouted. "That's it! Soak me!"
He didn't stop. He rode me through the orgasm. He prolonged it. It turned into one long, continuous convulsion. My vision blurred behind the blindfold. Stars burst in the darkness.
Chris released my tit. He moved up. He kissed me. He tasted like milk. It was a strange, sweet taste.
"You're incredible, Betty," Chris whispered against my lips. "Fucking incredible."
Jacob pulled out of me. I felt empty. My pussy twitched. It gaped open.
"My turn," Chris said.
He moved behind me. But he didn't go for my cunt. He pressed his wet cock against my asshole.
"No," I gasped. "I've never... not both..."
"You will," Jacob said. He lay down in front of me. He pulled me on top of him. "Sit on my cock, Betty."
I straddled Jacob. I sank down onto his thick dick. He filled my cunt again. I leaned forward, resting my hands on his chest.
"Good," Jacob said. "Now lean back. Give Chris your ass."
I hesitated. My heart pounded. Two cocks. At the same time. It seemed impossible.
"Do it," Simon ordered. He was standing by the bed, watching. Stroking his own cock.
I took a breath. I leaned back against Jacob's chest. This exposed my ass to Chris. I felt the bed dip as Chris climbed up behind me. He spit on my asshole. He rubbed the spit in with his thumb. He pushed the thumb inside. I gasped. It was tight. It burned.
"Relax," Chris said. "Just breathe."
He removed his thumb. He lined his cock up with my back entrance. He pushed forward. The head popped in.
"Ah!" I cried out. "It's too big!"
"You can take it," Chris grunted. He pushed deeper.
The stretch was intense. I felt so full. Unbearably full. Jacob was in my cunt. Chris was in my ass. They filled me completely. There was no room for anything else.
"Fuck," Jacob groaned from beneath me. "I can feel you, Chris. I can feel your cock in her ass."
"Tightest fucking thing I've ever felt," Chris gritted out.
They started to move. They found a rhythm. As one pulled out, the other pushed in. I was a ragdoll between them. I couldn't think. I couldn't speak. I just moaned. A constant, broken sound.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Your cocks are so big! My holes are stretched so good!"
Simon moved closer. He stood over Jacob's head. He presented his cock to my mouth again. I opened up. He slid in. Now I had all three of them. Three cocks. Three holes. I was theirs. Completely used.
The pace increased. They became rougher. More urgent. The sounds of sex filled the room. Slapping skin. Grunts. Moans. The wet squelch of my cunt. The smell of sex was overpowering. Musk, sweat, milk, cum.
"Gonna fill you up," Jacob growled. "Gonna pump this cunt full of cum."
"Me too," Chris panted. "Gonna flood this ass."
Simon gripped my hair. He fucked my face faster. "Swallow it, Betty. Every drop."
The pressure built again. It was different this time. Deeper. More intense. It felt like it was coming from my core.
"I'm... I'm cumming again!" I screamed. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"
My body exploded. It was a violent orgasm. My ass and cunt spasmed uncontrollably. I milked their cocks. I sucked Simon harder.
"Fuck!" Jacob yelled. He thrust up into me one last time. His cock throbbed. He erupted inside me. Hot spurts of cum painted my insides.
Chris slammed into my ass. He buried himself to the hilt. He groaned long and low. I felt him cum. He filled my ass with his seed.
Simon pulled out of my mouth. He stroked his cock rapidly. "Open wide."
I stuck my tongue out. He grunted. Ropes of thick, white cum shot out. They covered my face. My tongue. My blindfold. I was marked. Covered in them.
We collapsed onto the bed. A tangle of limbs. Heavy breathing. The air conditioning hummed, cooling our sweat-slicked bodies. I lay there, sandwiched between Jacob and Chris. Cum leaked out of my ass and cunt. It pooled on the sheets. My face was sticky with Simon's load. My tits were sore and leaking milk.
Simon lay down next to us. He stroked my hair.
"You did well, Betty," Simon said softly. "Very well."
Jacob kissed my forehead. "Fucking incredible."
Chris nuzzled my neck. "Our good girl."
I pulled the blindfold off. I blinked in the dim amber light. I looked at them. My three billionaires. My masters. I smiled. I felt used. I felt filthy. I felt complete.
The stone floor was a memory. The bed was a wreck. But I didn't care. I was right where I belonged.
Chapter 2
The air in the room felt heavy, thick with the metallic tang of sweat and the sweet, cloying scent of milk and cum. My chest heaved, struggling to pull in oxygen as I lay sprawled across the mattress, a limp, used doll amidst the wreckage of our lust. The silk beneath me was soaked, turning cool and sticky against my overheated skin. I could feel the mess everywhere—leaking from my ass, dripping from my cunt, painted across my lips and chin where Simon had finished.
Jacob was still beneath me, his softening cock a heavy presence inside my cunt, his broad chest rising and falling against my back. Chris was pressed tight to my front, his weight grounding me, his softening length still buried deep in my ass. Simon lay beside us, his hand stroking my hair, the gesture almost tender compared to the brutality of the last hour.
For a moment, there was only the sound of our collective breathing, the ragged gasps slowly evening out. The hum of the air conditioner seemed louder in the lull, a steady, mechanical drone that did nothing to cool the flush radiating from my core. I felt empty, yet full, a paradoxical ache settling into my bones. My breasts throbbed, the skin tight and hot, the nipples raw and red from their rough attention. A fresh bead of milk welled at the tip of my right breast, tracing a hot line down the curve of my tit.
Chris shifted behind me. I felt the pull of his cock as he moved, a sudden friction that made me gasp. He didn't pull out completely, just adjusted his hips, his large, calloused hand splaying across my stomach, pulling me tighter against him.
"We aren't done," Chris murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. His lips grazed the sensitive skin of my neck, just below my ear. "Not even close."
I shivered, the exhaustion in my limbs warring with a sudden, sharp spike of arousal. I knew that tone. It was the tone he used when he wanted to peel back another layer of my composure, when he wanted to see just how far I could go before I broke.
Jacob chuckled darkly from beneath me, his hand coming up to cup my heavy breast, his thumb brushing roughly over the leaking nipple. "Look at her. She's still hungry. I can feel it in her cunt."
He flexed his hips inside me, and my body betrayed me, clenching around him instinctively. A soft moan escaped my throat, raw and desperate.
Chris’s hand moved up from my stomach, tracing the blue veins that mapped my skin, until he reached my jaw. He turned my head, forcing me to look back at him over my shoulder. His eyes were dark, intense, burning with a command that made my breath hitch.
"New rule, Betty," he said, his voice dropping an octave, stripping away any pretense of softness. "From this moment on, you don't get to just take. You don't get to lie there and let us use you without a sound."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle in the room. Jacob’s hand stilled on my breast, his fingers gripping the flesh tight enough to bruise. Simon leaned in closer, his breath hot against my cheek.
"You have to beg for it," Chris commanded. "Every touch. Every drop of milk we take. Every thrust we give you. You have to ask for it nicely. You have to tell us exactly what you want and how much you need it."
My face flushed hot, a wave of shame washing over me that was immediately followed by a surge of wet heat between my legs. Begging. Vocalizing my degradation. Laying my need bare in the air between us.
"Do you understand?" Chris asked, his grip on my jaw tightening just enough to be painful.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "Yes," I whispered.
"Yes, what?" Jacob growled from beneath me, his cock twitching inside me, beginning to harden again.
"Yes, sir," I corrected myself, my voice trembling.
"Good," Chris released my jaw and leaned back, but he didn't pull out. He stayed buried in my ass, a constant, stretching reminder of his claim. "Let's see if you can follow instructions."
Jacob’s hand began to move on my breast again, his fingers kneading the heavy mound roughly. The sensation was electric, shooting straight to my clit. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, remembering the rule.
"Tell me, Betty," Jacob rasped, his voice rough with lust. "Tell me what you want me to do to this tit."
I hesitated, the shame burning in my cheeks. I wanted his hand on me, I wanted him to squeeze and pull, but the words stuck in my throat.
Simon reached out, his fingers trailing down my spine, raising goosebumps in their wake. "Don't be shy now," he taunted softly. "We know you're a filthy slut. You love it when we manhandle you. Ask for it."
I took a shuddering breath. "Please," I started, my voice barely a whisper.
"Louder," Chris barked, delivering a sharp slap to my ass cheek that made me jerk. "Beg for it like you mean it."
"Please," I cried out, the humiliation mixing with the pleasure until I couldn't tell them apart. "Please touch my tits, Jacob. Squeeze them. Hard."
Jacob groaned, his fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh of my breast, compressing it until the milk leaked freely, coating his fingers in white cream. "Like that?" he grunted, his thumb flicking over the sensitive nipple.
"Yes!" I gasped, my back arching instinctively, pushing my chest further into his hand. "Fuck, yes. Just like that."
"Good girl," Chris praised, his hips rocking slightly, dragging his cock against the walls of my ass. "Now, look at that mess you're making. You're leaking everywhere."
He gestured to the milk dripping from my nipple, running down Jacob’s wrist and onto the sheets below. Simon shifted, moving down the bed until his face was level with my chest. He looked up at me, his eyes hooded and hungry.
"Clean it up, Simon," I heard myself say, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Please, drink my milk."
Simon grinned, a wicked, predatory curve of his lips. He didn't move immediately. He waited.
"I said please," I whined, the desperation rising in my voice. "Please, Simon. I need it. My tits are so full. Please drink from me."
He lowered his head slowly, tormenting me with the delay. When his hot, wet mouth finally closed over my nipple, I cried out, the relief so intense it bordered on pain. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the areola, drawing the milk out in strong, rhythmic pulls.
"Oh god," I moaned, my head falling back against Chris’s shoulder. "Yes, thank you. Thank you, sir."
Chris’s hand slid down my stomach, through the mess of cum and sweat, until he reached my clit. He didn't touch it directly, just hovered his fingers over the swollen bundle of nerves, teasing me with the promise of contact.
"Look at you," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot. "So eager to be used. You love being our little milk cow, don't you?"
"Yes," I panted, watching Simon feast on my breast, the sight erotic and depraved. "I love it. I love being your cow. Please, Chris, touch me. Touch my pussy."
"Touch it where?" he demanded, his fingers still dancing just out of reach.
"My clit," I begged, my hips bucking upward, trying to chase his hand. "Please rub my clit. Make me cum."
He chuckled darkly. "Not yet. You haven't earned it yet."
He pulled his hips back, his cock sliding out of my ass with a wet pop, leaving me feeling suddenly empty and gaping. I whimpered at the loss, my body clenching around nothing.
"Turn over," Jacob commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I scrambled to obey, shifting off Jacob and rolling onto my hands and knees in the center of the bed. The movement caused more milk to slosh from my breasts, dripping onto the blue silk beneath me. I felt exposed, vulnerable, displayed for their pleasure like a piece of meat.
Jacob moved behind me, his hands gripping my hips. Chris moved in front of me, sitting back on his heels, his thick cock standing erect and demanding. Simon remained at my side, his hand still kneading my leaking breast, his mouth wet with my milk.
"Look at that cunt," Jacob said, his fingers running through the slick folds, gathering the cum leaking from me. "Still gaping from us. Still hungry."
"Please, Jacob," I moaned, looking back over my shoulder at him. "Please fuck me."
"Fuck you where?" He smacked my ass hard, the sound echoing in the room.
"Fuck my cunt!" I screamed, the stinging pain radiating outward, mixing with the throbbing need. "Please, shove your cock in my cunt and fuck me!"
He didn't hesitate. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside me. I cried out, my arms nearly buckling as he filled me, stretching me wide.
"Thank you!" I gasped, the words ripped from my throat. "Thank you, sir!"
"Take it," Jacob growled, setting a punishing pace, his hips slapping against my ass with wet, fleshy sounds. "Take every inch."
Chris grabbed my hair, forcing my head up until my eyes met his. "Open your mouth, Betty. I want to hear you beg for this cock too."
I looked at his thick length, the head glistening with precum. My mouth watered. "Please, Chris," I whined, my eyes wide and pleading. "Let me suck your cock. Please fuck my mouth."
He smirked, guiding his cock to my lips. I opened wide, eager to taste him, to be filled in every hole. He slid in deep, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. I relaxed my jaw, letting him use me, focusing only on the pleasure of being stuffed.
The rhythm was hypnotic. Jacob pounding into me from behind, Chris fucking my face, Simon alternating between my breasts, sucking and biting until I was a writhing, moaning mess.
"Don't stop begging," Chris gritted out, his hand fisted in my hair, controlling the depth of his thrusts. "Every time I pull back, I want to hear you ask for it."
He pulled out, leaving my mouth empty and gasping. "Please!" I cried, spit trailing down my chin. "Please put it back in. I need your cock in my throat. Fuck my face, sir!"
He slammed back in, cutting off my words with a groan. Jacob was relentless, his grip on my hips bruising, his cock driving into me with a force that made my whole body shake.
"More," I gasped around Chris’s cock, the word garbled and distorted. "Please, harder. Use me. I'm just a holes for you to use."
Simon moved away from my breasts, leaving them wet and exposed, the cool air hitting the sensitive skin. He moved behind Jacob, and I felt a finger probing my ass, already stretched and slick from Chris earlier.
"Who owns this ass, Betty?" Simon asked, his finger sinking deep.
"You do!" I moaned, pushing back against his hand. "All of you. You own my ass. Please, fuck it. Fill it up again."
"Greedy little slut," Simon muttered, but I heard the smile in his voice. He positioned himself, and I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my rim.
Jacob slowed his pace in my cunt, allowing Simon to push inside. The burn was intense, a sharp, stretching sensation that made me cry out. Chris took the opportunity to fuck my mouth deeper, cutting off my scream.
I was trapped between them, impaled on three cocks, a vessel for their pleasure. The feeling was overwhelming, a sensory overload that wiped my mind clean of everything but the need to be fucked.
"Tell us how it feels," Chris demanded, pulling out of my mouth again, slapping his wet cock against my cheek.
"So full," I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. "I'm so full of cock. It feels so fucking good. Please don't stop. Fuck all my holes. Ruin me."
Jacob groaned, his rhythm faltering as he got closer to the edge. "Beg for my cum, Betty. Beg me to fill this dirty cunt up."
"Please!" I screamed, my voice hoarse. "Please cum in me. I want your hot load deep in my pussy. Breed me, sir! Fill me up!"
Simon was gripping my ass cheeks hard, his thrusts becoming erratic. "And this ass? Tell me what you want."
"Cum in my ass!" I begged, shameless now, lost in the filth of it. "Paint my insides. I want to drip with your cum for days. Please, give it to me!"
Chris grabbed my face, forcing me to look him in the eye. "And me? Where do you want this cum?"
"On my face," I pleaded, sticking my tongue out. "All over my face and in my mouth. Please, Chris, cover me in your cum."
The room filled with the sounds of our flesh meeting, the wet slap of skin on skin, the guttural grunts of the men, and my own constant stream of begging and pleading. I was a chorus of filth, my voice rising and falling with their thrusts.
"Please, fuck me harder!" "Use my tits!" "Drain my milk!" "I'm your whore!" "Please, cum for me!"
Jacob came first, slamming into me one last time and holding himself deep as he emptied his balls inside me. I felt the heat of his release flooding my cunt, triggering my own orgasm.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" I screamed, my body convulsing, my vision blurring. "Thank you! Thank you for filling me!"
Simon followed shortly after, burying himself to the hilt in my ass and groaning long and low as he pumped me full of his seed. The double stimulation was too much; my orgasm tore through me, leaving me gasping and twitching, a broken doll.
Chris pulled back, stroking his cock furiously. "Open wide," he commanded.
I did, closing my eyes and opening my mouth, waiting for it. He came with a roar, thick ropes of cum landing across my face, on my tongue, in my hair. I swallowed what landed in my mouth, savoring the salty taste, moaning my thanks.
We collapsed onto the bed, a tangled heap of limbs and fluids. I was sandwiched between them again, covered in cum, milk, and sweat. My body ached, my nipples were raw, my holes were gaping and leaking.
But as I lay there, catching my breath, I knew it wasn't over. Chris’s rule still hung in the air.
Chris shifted beside me, his hand trailing down my arm to rest on my hip. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear.
"You did well," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. "But we're not done practicing yet. I want you to beg for the cleaning too."
I looked over at the nightstand, where wet wipes and towels sat. The thought of asking to be cleaned, of vocalizing that need for basic dignity after being so thoroughly debased, made my face burn even hotter.
"Please," I whispered, the shame fresh and potent. "Please clean me up, sir."
Jacob laughed, a low, satisfied sound. "She learns fast, doesn't she?"
Chris smiled against my skin. "She does. But let's see if she can beg for it like she means it."
He reached over, grabbing a cloth, but instead of using it, he held it just out of reach.
"Tell me exactly what you need, Betty," he said. "Tell me where you need to be cleaned and why."
I took a deep breath, forcing the words past my lips. "Please wipe the cum off my face, sir. I'm filthy with your seed. Please clean me up so you can use me again."
The words hung in the air, filthy and perfect. Chris brought the cloth to my face, wiping away the mess with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the brutality of the last hour.
"Good girl," he said softly. "Very good girl."
As he cleaned me, I knew this was just the beginning. The rule was in place now. Every touch, every sensation, every drop of fluid would be a transaction. I would have to pay for it with my voice, with my dignity, with my unashamed, vocal need.
And I knew, with a sinking, thrilling feeling in my gut, that I would love every second of it.
Chapter 3
My body was a canvas of filth and exhaustion, painted with the evidence of their desire. Cum dried in flaky patches on my thighs, milk crusted around my raw nipples, and sweat made every inch of my skin gleam under the dim amber light. The silk sheets beneath me were a disaster zone of wet spots and tangled fabric, the air thick with the metallic scent of arousal mixed with sweet cream and male musk.
Chris's hand rested on my hip, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. His erection still strained against his jeans, a rigid promise of more to come. Jacob had just finished wiping my face with a cloth, his touch surprisingly gentle after the brutal way he'd fucked my mouth earlier. Simon watched from nearby, his hooded eyes dark with satisfaction.
"Time to clean our dirty girl," Chris said, his voice low but firm. The rule still stood—I had to beg for everything.
I pushed myself up on shaky arms, my muscles protesting every movement. "Please," I whispered, my voice hoarse from screaming. "Please... can we go to the shower? I need to be cleaned."
Jacob's lips curved into a smirk. "That's our good girl. Always so polite when she wants something."
Simon moved first, extending a hand to help me off the bed. My legs wobbled as I stood, cum leaking down my inner thighs in sticky white trails. Jacob wrapped an arm around my waist to steady me, his broad shoulders pressing against my back.
"Lean on me," he murmured against my ear. "We've got you."
The journey to the bathroom was short but intense. With every step, I felt the evidence of their use—the ache in my jaw from deep-throating Jacob, the throb in my ass from Simon's relentless pounding, the tender rawness of my nipples from Chris's rough handling. The bathroom was spacious, with a glass-walled shower that took up most of the far wall. Steam already fogged the air, making the room feel like a dream.
"Please," I begged again, my voice cracking. "Please wash me. I'm so dirty."
Simon turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until steam billowed out. "Get in," he commanded, but his tone was softer than before.
I stepped into the shower, the warm water hitting my skin like a thousand tiny kisses. It cascaded over my blue body, washing away the immediate filth but doing little to soothe the deeper aches. The water pooled at my feet, turning milky as it washed away the cum and cream.
Simon joined me, his muscular frame filling the small space. He grabbed a bottle of body wash from the built-in shelf, pouring a generous amount into his palm. The scent of vanilla and sandalwood filled the steamy air.
"Turn around," he said gently. "Let me take care of you."
I faced the wall, pressing my palms against the cool tiles. Simon began with my shoulders, his calloused hands working the soap into a rich lather. His touch was nothing like it had been earlier—no rough grasping or demanding pressure. Instead, his fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, as if memorizing every curve of my body.
"Your skin is incredible," he murmured, his hands sliding down my back. "Like polished sapphire."
The soap made his hands glide effortlessly over my skin. He spent extra time on my lower back, where Simon had gripped me hard enough to leave bruises during our earlier encounter. His thumbs pressed into the sore muscles, working out the tension while washing away the evidence of his roughness.
I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. "Please don't stop."
"Never," he promised, his hands moving lower to cup my ass. He cleaned me thoroughly but gently, his fingers sliding between my cheeks to wash away the cum that still leaked from my stretched hole. The intimacy of it made me tremble—this was more personal than the fucking had been, more vulnerable.
The shower door opened and Chris stepped in, his athletic body glistening as water droplets hit his skin. He'd finally removed his jeans, and his thick cock stood at attention, a testament to his insatiable appetite.
"Room for one more?" he asked, though he was already joining us.
Chris positioned himself in front of me, his hands immediately going to my breasts. They were still swollen and tender, the nipples raw and red from earlier abuse. His touch was reverent, a stark contrast to how he'd mauled them before.
"So beautiful," he breathed, his thumbs tracing the blue veins beneath my skin. "Let me clean these properly."
He poured more body wash into his hands, lathering them before cupping my heavy breasts. The soap made them slick, his palms sliding over the sensitive skin. My nipples hardened instantly, aching with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Please," I whimpered, my head falling back against Simon's chest. "Please touch them."
Chris's fingers closed around my nipples, rolling them gently between his thumbs ...