In an Airport, Nobody Cares Who You Are
“Come on, bitch! We want to feel you come on our cocks again!
You know you want to!”
Siri could not help but to cry out as the pounding rhythm of
their twin hammers continued to drive deep into her worn out fuck-holes. The
Ashe brothers were twins in more than just looks, their massive cocks fucking
her with equal savagery as they taunted her from one mind-numbing orgasm to the
next. To be honest she had stopped counting them long ago. As the long minutes
turned into hours she refused to think of how many more the sadistic bastards
would force from her before allowing her to finally tap out. She had tried to
several times, each time one of them had grabbed her hand or stuffed his fist
or throbbing cock into her mouth sending her into spit-drooling coughing fits
as they man-handled her into yet another impossible position. It was her own
fault for accepting their challenge. Siri knew by reputation how cruel these
two could be. Their aggressive nature only heightened her state of arousal and
as she felt her bruised and battered clit being driven once again to the edge
of sanity. It was all she could do to scream silently through her torn throat
and pray that one or the other would pump a load of hot cock-cum into her burning
cunt or ass.
Siri had once been a Sex-fighter. If not champion, then at least
one of the top three names in her state. She had done quite well and made a
good living outfucking any and every stud or bitch who thought they could make
her submit to their sex. She could not remember how many ruined pricks and
busted cunts she had left in her wake. When she finally met the right guy and got
married, she had thought she had left that world for good. But as things go,
the ‘right’ guy turned quickly into the ‘very-wrong’ guy. They were divorced after
three years and Siri had decided to take the first plane home to restart her
life. That’s where she had met them. They were at the airport as well, waiting
for a connecting flight. Soon enough recognition had turned into boasts and
boasts into challenge. What better way to jump-start her career by fucking these
two shits into the ground at the airport motel, she had thought.
Siri moaned, her eyes glazed over and mouth hanging half open
as she struggled for some sliver of control. Her breast-meat still burned where
they had groped and bit at them and as one then the other grabbed one and
squeezed without mercy the feeling was… absolute bliss. Never in her life did
she know such bittersweet agony. Blinded by her own lust she burbled for more, her fuck-empty
brain struggling just to remember the words. Her mind had dissipated long ago
into a haze of lust. Somewhere in the distance she could feel her body rocking
into their thrusts, begging for release. From somewhere a massive iron hand
slapped across her ass causing her to twist and arch in pure pleasure. Her body
began convulsing as she released a final, pitiful moan, brought to a devastating
climax as her gaping cunt drenched its attacker in what was left of her juices.
They dropped her to the floor like so much trash, the pain
of the impact forcing her back to reality. Glossy-eyed she watched as the two
of them stood over her stroking their own cocks to orgasm. One of them gripped
her by the hair and pulled her laboriously to her knees.
“Open wide, slut.” One of them commanded, “Time to cover that
ugly face in our cum.”
Siri opened wide. Despite the embarrassment of this defeat,
despite their terrible brutality, there was nothing she wanted more. The two of
them let loose a satisfying blast of pent-up seed which dripped down her face
and along her lips. She licked it all up, reveling as she took the thick cream
on her tongue, a slovenly whore pushed to the floor of a cheap motel.
The two of them did not linger. They took their winnings and
left. ‘Better luck next time, bitch.’ Was all they had to say. Siri lay on the
floor, tears flowing from her eyes, her body broken. She had been missing from
the league for far too long. She was not the woman she had been. A woman she
would never be again. Knowing that, combined with the feeling of their cum
drying cold along her cheeks, made her defeat all the more bitter.