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“ 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...
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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 al 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.

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