Extract from American Blue

It was Buttman Bailey, and I knew what that meant. I was going to be sodomised. Mel had kept her bottom firmly in my face, and all I could manage was a wriggle of protest, but my heart wasn’t really in it anyway. They had me, completely, and the thought of getting that wrinkled old dwarf’s cock up my bottom would be the final, perfect humiliation. He spoke again.

‘I’ve got her bags for her, and it looks like the dirty bitch had been shopping. Look what she bought!’

I didn’t need to see in order to know what it was - my pussy pump.

The girls immediately broke into excited giggling, and even in the condition they’d got me in I felt a sharp stab of embarrassment. A moment more and I felt the suction cup press to my sex, encasing my pussy, and sucking. I was sobbing into Mel’s bottom as I felt my cunt start to swell, with the girls giggling over the view as my sex lips grew, bulging fat and shiny within the hard plastic.

What had been in my hole had been sucked out, and was now squashed between the plastic of the suction cup and the puffy, bloated lips of my sex, only to squeeze back up as my cunt grew to full, engorged size and there was nowhere left to go but my hole. I felt fingers trying to burrow in up my bottom and quickly pushed before they could hurt me. The object inside came out with a plop and one of them gave a squeal of joyful disgust.

I could hear sucking noises, Buttman Bailey being brought to erection in some girl’s mouth, and thought of his growing cock and where it was going. Hudson had told me about him, how he always buggered the girls if they’d let him, and in my tight bondage and helpless arousal there was nothing I could do to stop him adding me to his list.

He did, grabbing my thighs and prodding his erection at my bumhole. I felt it touch, and the knuckles of whichever girl was guiding him in. My bumhole was still half open and gave in to the pressure easily, his helmet popping in past my ring and deeper, stuffed unceremoniously into my rectum and the buggering had begun.

They still had the suction cup on my pussy, but pulled it free, leaving my fat, blubbery cunt lips wobbling to his thrusts as he used my bumhole. Fingers touched my sex, exploring my swollen, straining flesh, probing my hole, knuckling my clit, then a tongue and I was being licked as I was sodomised, and still with my tongue well up Melody’s bottom.

I could picture myself all too easily, my body trussed up like an oven ready chicken, my face invisible beneath Melody’s big black bottom save for where my rabbit ears stuck out the top, my tits quivering to Buttman Bailey’s thrusts as he worked himself in my bumhole, my cunt sticking out from the slit of my ridiculous furry pink shorts, bloated and blubbery and fat, my clit a swollen, sensitive bulb as I was licked to ecstasy.

My orgasm swept up as I held the picture in my head, as much pain as ecstasy, with my muscles jerking in my bonds and both holes in tight contraction, my pussy empty but my bumhole squeezing on Buttman’s cock, which brought him off. He grunted, thrust deep and I knew he’d spunked in my rectum, bringing me to another peak, higher even than the first. My back arched tight, I pushed my tongue as deep up Melody’s bumhole as it would go and I was riding my ecstasy, a long, agonising moment that ended in a final sharp peak when the cock up my bum was jerked free and thrust into the mouth of whichever one of the Brooklyn Bitches had been licking me.

As I finished my whole body seemed to fall in on me. They didn’t care, but continued to use me, six eager, drunken sluts, black and white and honey gold, their pussies and bums in my face, their fingers penetrating me and groping at my flesh, until my entire world had dissolved in a mist of pain and pleasure and sweaty, slippery girl flesh.

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