Swallow the pills, and get comfy on the couch
From Create Your Own Story
You dry swallow the pills, and get on your hands and knees on the couch, keeping your ass in the air, and the men crowd in on you, their hands rubbing at your shoulders, chest, and ass. They tug off your clothes until you're naked. The guy with the tattoos presses his hard dick against your ass, and the guy in the “PIG” muscle shirt kneels onto the couch in front of you, putting his crotch at your mouth level.
They don’t waste time. You are sucking the pig’s dick pretty quickly, and the tattooed man shoves his cock into your ass and starts fucking you. On your hands and knees, sucking on the pig's cock and taking the tattooed guy's cock like a champ, you rock back and forth, piggy in the middle. You suck and lick, mouth full of spit and the remnants of Dean's load, and grunt as the tattooed guy's pace grows rougher. The other guys start offering words of support.
"Yeah, fuck him."
"Do him!"
The pills start affecting you, and you’re soon rock hard, and every sensation is so much more powerful. You greedily suck on the cock, barely aware of yourself, and feel your ass clenching and unclenching as the man behind you fucks you roughly.
"Here it comes!" the tattooed man grunts, and pulls out. You feel him cum all over your ass and thighs, and the men cheer. The pig pulls out suddenly and shoots his load all over your face, coating your cheeks, forehead, and lips. You lick at what you can reach with your tongue, but then the guy in the wifebeater is standing in front of you and he shoves his dick into your slick mouth. You suck on him greedily, wild on the high and loving the taste of sweat and cum in your throat. Then another dick is shoved into your ass, and you realize the guy with the goatee is taking his turn. He’s rough and quick, and it doesn’t take him long given how horned up they all are to add his load deep into your guts.
You feel the goatee guy withdraw. "Fucking slick," he says, laughing.
The guy in the wifebeater leaves his cock in your mouth and offers no warning when he cums, and you sputter and choke trying to swallow it all, failing and having a lot of his load pour around his cock and drip down your chin.
You lie there on the couch, sticky with cum. The guy in the PIG shirt takes your t-shirt and wipes your ass and face with it.
“Probably ruined now,” the Pig says, and tosses the shirt far into the corner of the room.
Thanks to the pills, you’re still horny, and your dick makes it obvious. The four men smile at you, crowding closer, but then the lights turn up to the full brightness.
“Closing time,” a voice announces over the microphone.
“Shit,” the guy in the wifebeater says. “I wanted to fuck him, too.”
“Me, too,” says the pig.
“I got my van in the parking lot,” the guy in the wifebeater says.
The guy with the tattoos smiles at you. “Why stop here? You wanna come back to our hotel room with us?”
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