“Sorry,” he muttered.
The came at me one after the other. I was trapped against my captor, helpless and squirming as the next cock pressed into my mouth. He was even rougher than the last one, and his cock pushed past my gagging shaking and into my throat, drawing back only to let me catch my breath, but at least he was fast and he pulled away while he was still cumming, and most of it landed on my neck. The rest were lined up, waiting their turn, five of them now. I closed my eyes and let it happen, riding on the feeling of his fingers inside me. His other hand slipped inside the suit again, pressing tightly against my chest, his fingers squeezing the nipple. His lips on my throat grew more insistent. His teeth tugged at my earlobe. He shoved the other player away as he came in my mouth, and urged the others on.
“Hurry the fuck up.”
His lips and chin were pressed to the back of my head as the rest of them used me, one by one. I opened my eyes to see them standing around, cocks getting hard again, hungry, and I was suddenly afraid. If his fingers inside me were this intense, those cocks would tear me apart. If they all took me one after another after another… I whimpered, shuddering, and his arm around me suddenly tightened. I was on the last one, and his cock was so big it made my jaw sore. I quivered and started moving my head, urging him on, and he responded quickly, both hands on his hips and a grunt in his throat. I coughed and spit out what I could as he coated my cheeks and chin with his seed.
“Get that bathing suit off her,” one said.
“Let’s fuck this little slut,” another said.
“I’m gonna make her scream,’ another said.
“Get the fuck out.”
There was a commotion.
“You heard me,” my captor said. “Get the fuck out.”
They grumbled… but they started to leave, dressing slowly, pulling on boxers and underwear and dressing as I was pulled to my feet. He slipped his fingers out of me and moved his hand up my stomach, leaving a trail of wetness from my arousal. It felt so good. The cum on my face was going cold. It was sticky on my throat. He pulled me through the locker room and into the showers, and banged one of the vales with his fist. The hot water came on and he lowered me down onto a bench and soaked a cloth in hot water, and slowly dabbed at my face. I stared in confusion and fear as he wiped off my cheek and scrubbed my chin clean, and tilted my chin up to wipe down my throat. My key still dangled from his neck, but I remained still as he undid the top of my suit with surprising tenderness and peeled it down, exposing my chest. I didn’t even move to cover myself. I was in a daze. He peeled it lower, down to my hips. I looked up and closed my eyes. The cloth was rough and hot on my skin. My pussy was throbbing with excitement. The brush of his hand on my skin made me shake and I licked my lips. My mouth was full of bitterness and musk.
“Is it your turn?” I said, staring at him, my face blank.
“What’s your name?”
“Mercy,” I whispered.
“It’s your turn, Mercy Stand up.”
I got up, slowly. He peeled the suit down until it cleared my hips and slid down to the floor to land in a plop. I stood there and then he lowered himself to his knees and took hold of my hips, and leaned a little to bring his chin up under me. His stubble scratched my legs and I let out a little squeak as he roughly licked my folds, sending me rising to my tip toes. I would have fallen, had he not steadied me. He pressed me against the tile wall behind me and licked, moaning softly to himself. Some of the others peeked around.
“Get the fuck out,” he snarled, then turned back to taste of me again.
It felt so good. I put my hands on his head, feeling my stomach tighten as he tongued me. I could get used to this, I thought. His tongue was entering me, following the path his fingers had made. He tasted and tasted, his moans buzzing against my sex. I was so wet I could barely believe it, and my legs were like jelly. I wanted his fingers back, or more. I wanted something inside me. He started to move up, kissing his way up my flat stomach, rising. He was still hard. When he was close enough I grabbed his cock and tugged, and he stood up, sliding it against my stomach. It was so hot. I was terrified and excited all at once, shaking with fear, but where before his touch was rough, almost hurtful, he as was tender now, gentle, touching me like I was a rare treasure, made of glass. His hands were everywhere as his mouth met mine.
He kissed me. Hard. His tongue pressed into my mouth, licked over mine. I was shocked, eyes wide open. His flicked open and our gazes locked and I shuddered. He stood to his full height, pressing his cock against my belly, tilting my head up to meet his gaze as he surrounded me and covered me with his body and pressed me into the wall.