The Team

When she was ready, Angela approached him and slapped him so hard he nearly lost his balance. She bent down to his level, looked him straight in the eye, and said, "Again."

Nervously, he did the only thing he could think of doing. He fell against her legs, rubbing her cock with his face. His hands felt up the shaft, slowly. He sighed deeply, then licked her long dick in one sensual motion. He kissed it, fondled it, and finally took it into his mouth. Looking down on him, she began to breathe heavier, too. As he picked up the pace, she put her hands on his head. Her eyes opened wider as he now started to make moaning noises. He put his hands on her hips and could feel her thrust at him as he inhaled her cock. She started to grunt pleasurably.

The mouths of her teammates hung open. They couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Even Jackie and Christine seemed surprised. Someone softly said, "...fuck yeah."

Then the quiet broke. Hoots and hollers, cheers and teasing filled the room. "Show her how it's done, boy!" "Take that fucking cock!" "Make him worship it!" "Pound his ass, Angie!"

Once she had enough, Angela pushed him off her dick and laughed. "Good bitch," she said, smiling hungrily at him. He didn't know whether to be thrilled or frightened. "You know what's next, don't you? I am gonna pound your ass with my big fucking cock. But first you get to beg for it."

She had barely finished her sentence when he burst out with, "Oh god, please pound my ass with your big fucking cock, Miss Angela!"

Her smile became a devilish grin as she knelt down, pulled him by the leash, and forced her tongue into his mouth. Before standing up again, she stared into his face and growled at him, baring her teeth. He bent down onto all fours.

"Yeah right," she cackled. "You're gonna be fucked like a bitch. Get your face down and your ass UP." Her hand pressed on his back until he assumed the position.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"Pull his cheeks apart," she said to her friends. He felt hands grip his cheeks, exposing his asshole for the taking.

It was just a little pressure first. Then more. Then-- fuck. FUCK. Fuuuuuuuuck.

She would wait on no one. Her large cock went in and it went in deep. Right away, she moved her hips like she'd been fucking holes with her cock for years. Her hands took over his ass, grabbing it like a vice. He gasped, moaned, panted, and cried out. She pulled his leash, pressed down on his back, and plowed him thoroughly.

The camera phones were snapping again. The girls came closer, touching him, tormenting him verbally, and delighting in the whole scene. Again, one got a hold of his cock, calling attention to how incredibly stiff he was while taking Angela's enormous dick in his ass. "You like Miss Angela's dick, do you?" asked one of the women.

"No, he fucking loves it, don't you, bitch boy?" Angela growled at him.

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"SAY IT."

"I adore your dick, Miss Angela! I love it!"

For his confession, he received an approving smack to his right ass cheek. "You seem to like cocks in general. Girls, I think he wants more..."

Jackie and Christine lifted his head up by the hair and rubbed their strap-on dildos against his face. Obediently, he licked, kissed, and sucked them.

"He seems really hungry for cock," Angela chuckled. "Let's make sure he's well fed."

Other girls began to switch places with Jackie and Christine. Eventually, others switched places with Angela, too. When he could see anything, it was usually a dick dangling between a pair of lovely legs, waiting to be serviced. When he could see anything else, it was another member of the team, strapping on her cock. They were intent on filling him up good tonight. He was going to bring in a lot in tips, and a lot more than tips...

By the end of the night, he never did get to put his dick in any of them. They had planned it like that from the beginning. It was like a game of truth-or-dare, and he always came up on the losing side - powerless, vulnerable, exploited. He thought they were inhuman bitches for it at first, but deep down he knew why they did it, why they wanted it, and something in him found his own need to surrender. They were all he could think about, as he sat at their feet quietly after they'd each had their way with him.

He wasn't even mad when they tossed him his boxers and told him to make the walk of shame back to his car, wearing nothing else. They were all he could think about, as he drove home, still feeling them inside of him. A night that would live on in his mind forever, in ecstatic infamy. Maybe, just maybe, he hoped, he had been enough of a good boy for them that they might call for him again some day.