You stand on the side of the road, clothes drenched from the downpour that’s literally making this already bad day worse.

This reason exactly is why you broke up with your ain’t shit boyfriend. He’d always leave you in the worst predicaments then act like it was all your fault. 

So when you two got into a routine argument while on the way to your place, you decided then and there that you didn’t want to put up with it anymore. So you dumped his ass.

And what did he do? Dumped your ass too, in a literal sense.

That asshole pulled over and told you to get out of his car. You were honestly a little surprised that he would stoop as low as to leave you deserted on the side of the road.

Now here you are with a dead phone and wet clothes, teeth chattering as you stick your thumb out in hopes that any of the cars that drive by see your request for assistance and have it in them to stop and help you out.

You feel like you’re in the beginning of some thriller movie or some shit, knowing that the odds of something bad happening to you are increasing by the second on this fairly deserted stretch of road.

Just as you’re about to give up hope, headlights cut through the rain and you see a pick up truck slowing down until it’s right where you are.

The window rolls down and possibly the most handsome man you’ve ever seen is looking directly at you.

“Where you headed?”

You’re struck momentarily. The passenger has a cap pulled low over messy curls, while the driver sports a perfectly trimmed mustache and intense brown eyes. They’re both stupidly attractive. 

“J-Just into town. Or if you have a phone I can call a ride.”

“It’s pouring out. We’ll drive you. Only if you’re comfortable with that.”

He gives you a suave once over, gaze lingering on your exposed thighs from your mini skirt, then trailing up to your hard nipples that show through the thin material of your top.

His gaze on you feels good and it has heat pooling at your cheeks.

You bite your lip, weighing your options. The smart choice would be to just call your best friend and have them pick you up.

However, how often is it that you have not one but two hot guys offering to help you out?

Throwing caution into the wind, you say fuck it and take them up on their offer to drive you home.

“That’d actually be super helpful. If you don’t mind…”

“It’s no problem.” He smiles kindly at you, opening the door and slipping out, offering you the middle spot on the bench seat of the truck.

Oh fuck.

You politely return the smile and get in, giving him a good view of your ass as your skirt rides up when you climb into your spot.

His eyes linger but he doesn’t make it weird, getting in next to you. Now you’re in between these two and it has your breath catching, senses overwhelmed with their presence and smell of their colognes.

“It’s a tight fit in here. Sorry,” the driver murmurs, shifting slightly so you have a little more room. Still, your thigh presses firmly against his, and your arm brushes the other man’s.

“It’s fine,” you breathe, heart racing. “Thank you. I’ve been out there for what feels like forever.”

“You having car trouble or something?” the passenger asks, taking off his cap to run a hand through his curls before putting it back on.

You scoff, staring at the road ahead as the truck pulls forward. “I wish. My stupid fucking boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, ditched me out here when I dumped his ass for being a piece of shit.”

Both men chuckle and it has a thrill shooting up your spine. 

“What kinda man leaves a pretty little thing like you stranded out on the road like that?”

“Not a real one.”

Your heart thuds in your chest and you shift in your spot, which they both notice immediately and it has them smirking in their own way.

“I’m Frankie, by the way.” Says the one with the cap (who’s been doing most of the talking) while the hot one with the mustache drives silently, occasionally his eyes meet yours in the mirror and the tension there makes your pussy throb.

“Javier.” He introduces himself and you do the same, telling them your name.

“Where in town do you want us to drop you off at?”

You give Javier loose directions and he gives you a tilt of his chin in acknowledgement.

“Feel free to tell us to fuck off, but I own a bar not far from where you’re going—if you wanted to stop for a drink. On the house, considering what a shitty day you’ve had.”  Frankie tells you, very boldly resting his calloused hand on your wet thigh.

Almost lightheaded from the action, you can’t give him an answer right away, especially when Javier mirrors it and places his free hand on your other thigh.

You’d be an idiot to pass this up.

You don’t even remember how many drinks it took to get you making out with Javier as sloppily as you are now.

His lips taste of whiskey as they trail down your jaw and latch onto your neck. Strong hands slide up your thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh with bruising force, yanking you flush against him. The scrape of his stubble against your sensitive skin sends sparks racing down your spine.

Whimpers spill from your throat as you tilt your head back, grateful the bar is closed and empty except for the three of you.

Frankie lounges on a nearby barstool, casually sipping his beer, dark eyes hooded with lust as he watches the way you and Javier devour each other. Your hands fist into Javi’s broad shoulders, nails biting into hard muscle when he sinks his teeth into that perfect spot on your neck.

You spread your thighs wider to accommodate his frame, grinding against the rough denim at his crotch. He grumbles into your neck at the feeling of it.

“You gonna let me fuck you baby, or have you just been a tease all night?”

You’re wordless and out of breath, bucking your hips up into his to chase more of that amazing friction.

Displeased with your lack of a reply, Javier wraps one hand around your throat and pulls back to look at you directly, squeezing softly. “Talk to me.”

You’ve never been more exhilarated, eyes glassed over in lust as you make direct eye contact. “Yes, fuck, yes I want you to fuck me.”

He smirks at how wrecked he’s got you, and it’s as irritating as it is enticing. 

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, body humming in anticipation as his fingers move dexterously, pulling your panties down your legs and off you, throwing them over his shoulder.  Frankie reaches over to catch them, rubbing the damp lace between his fingers before tucking the pretty fabric into his back pocket.

Javier makes quick work of his jeans, pushing them down enough to release himself, his hard length making your breath hitch then whine desperately as he drags the underside between your folds, coating himself in your arousal, teasing your clit with every slow pass.

“How wet is she?” Frankie’s raspy voice somehow manages to reach your ears.

“Soaked. Bet I’ll be able to just slide right in.”

He does just that, pushing his cock inside you with maddening ease. 

You fall back flat against the table top, moaning pathetically as you take everything he’s giving you. 

The burning stretch is oddly pleasurable. He’s so thick, filling you so completely that you unrealistically feel him in your stomach. 

You’ve never hooked up with someone with both size and girth as glorious as this man’s, and it probably explains why you suddenly feel like you can’t breathe, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he begins to fuck into you.

“Oh my god… oh fuck,” you chant breathlessly, fingers scrambling for purchase on the edge of the table. Your thighs tense with every thrust. Javi seems to be more amused by your reaction rather than the fact that your body is gripping him so tight.

He groans, eyes locked on where his cock disappears into your tight cunt. “Holy shit, she’s fuckin’ tight.”

The way they talk about you like you’re not even there makes you wetter. Your back arches off the surface when he hits that specific spot inside you, drawing a loud, needy sob from your lips.

“Bet she tastes sweet too,” suddenly Frankie’s voice is closer, as he’s standing behind you, dark eyes assessing the way your body moves with each thrust.

You are unable to say anything comprehensible, instead babbling out more moans and cries—especially when you feel Javier’s thumb press down against your clit, his cock coated in your buttery wetness.

Frankie leans over you, roughly pulling the neckline of your tank top down (you can hear the fabric rip slightly from the force of it), exposing your tits to both of their lecherous gazes. He caresses the soft skin before pinching your tight nipples between his calloused fingers, relishing in the yelp you make.

One of your hands comes up to wrap around his wrist, pleading him wordlessly to do it again.

He does, licking his lips lowly, his cock throbbing in anticipation of getting to fuck you. Whether that be your mouth or your pussy, he doesn’t really give a fuck. It’s not often that a pretty thing like you comes across him and Javier, so he won’t get greedy with whatever you give him.

Javi, on the other hand, is being the most indulgent bastard, pulling out of your cunt and slapping his dick against your puffy folds a few times before slamming back in, growling at the way your pussy flutters around him.

“You love this, don’t you?” he taunts. “Getting used by two strangers who picked you up on the side of the road like a desperate little slut.”

The degrading words make you squeeze harder around him.

The dirty talk coming from Javier almost surprises Frankie, since the man is basically mute in his day to day, unless he’s pissed off about something. Hearing him so vocal and degrading towards you spurs Francisco to be just as indulgent, pulling his touch from your breasts so that he can free himself from the confines of his jeans, his heavy cock flushed and hovering over your parted lips.

Sweat beads along your temple, eyes watering in pure ecstacy. “I love it. Needed it so bad,” your lips pout up at Frankie, another wordless request.

I want to taste you.

“I’m going to be dreamin’ about these eyes every night baby, holy shit.” He says with a heavy sigh, breaching your mouth, the salty taste of his cock dizzying you further as he slides in until the tip nudges the back of your throat, making you gag lewdly all over him.

Both men groan in unison at the sound. Your cunt clenches violently around Javier’s cock in response, earning you another deep, appreciative thrust.

Your body burns—full, stretched, and completely used in the best possible way. You’ve never wanted anything more.

Frankie grips your hair tight to keep your head right where he wants it, feeding you more of his thick cock as he rocks his hips, fucking your throat in shallow, greedy thrusts.

Saliva drips messily down your chin, coating his heavy balls every time they tap against your face. The lewd sucking sounds fill the empty bar as he takes your mouth.

At the same time, Javier pounds into your pussy. Your juices coat his shaft and drip down to your asshole, making everything feel so filthy.

Every thrust from Javier forces you further onto Frankie’s dick, making you choke and drool even more.

“Her throat’s even better than I imagined… so fucking warm and tight.”

You’re lost in the sex, moaning and whimpering around Frankie as your orgasm builds violently. 

Your pussy continues to flutter rhythmically around Javier’s length, sucking him deeper, until you come hard. A muffled scream vibrates around Frankie’s length as your whole body convulses, spewing around Javier.

Both men groan at the feeling, but they don’t stop, not until you feel Javi’s warm release pulsing inside you.

They ease out of you, leaving you gasping, pussy spasming and drooling onto the table.

Before you can catch your breath, they manhandle you further up the table so your ass rests right where they want you. Javier drops to his knees between your spread thighs, while Frankie does the same. You spread your thighs even wider, seeing double as you take in what’s being done to you.

Two ravenous mouths descend on your soaked and used sex at the same time.

Javier licks a broad, filthy stripe from your entrance up to your clit, while Frankie sucks your swollen folds into his mouth.

Their tongues battle over your pussy—lapping, sucking, and fighting for every drop of your sweet arousal, mixed with the creamy release of the orgasm you gave Javier.

The sounds of them devouring you wholly are louder than your own desperate sobs.

Javier pushes his tongue deep inside you, fucking you with it while Frankie sucks hard on your clit. Then they switch—Frankie’s thicker tongue spearing into your cunt as Javier flicks the tip of his tongue mercilessly against your sensitive pearl. The constant shifting, the competition between them has your body twitching as if you’ve just been electrocuted.

They get so lost in it that their tongues occasionally meet, sliding against each other over your clit. They don’t pull away. Instead, they kiss sloppily right there—tongues tangling hotly, sharing your taste between them while their lips grind against your dripping pussy.

The filthy sight alone nearly makes you come again. You don’t even notice the way they’re both stroking their cocks vigorously as they kneel before you.

You’re on cloud nine, floating out of your body. Nothing else exists except the relentless pleasure of two capable men devouring your cunt. Their facial hair scrapes deliciously against your skin.

Javier groans deeply as he moves over to kiss and nip at your inner thigh, the vibration traveling straight into you. Frankie hums in approval when another gush of your tangy arousal coats his tongue.

“Oh my fucking god—” you weep, fingers threading desperately through their soft hair, not sure whether you’re trying to pull them closer or push them away from the intense sensation.

They switch tactics then. Javier seals his lips around your clit and sucks hard while Frankie pushes two thick fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. Then Javier adds his own fingers, stretching you wider as their tongues continue to lap and swirl and battle over your throbbing clit.

The pressure builds powerfully fast. Your thighs quiver around their heads, back arching clean off the table as another piercing orgasm rips through you. You finish hard, coming all over their tongues and chins, crying out their names in a wrecked wail.

They lick you through every tremble, drinking every ounce until you’re a shaky, oversensitive puddle of a woman.

Only then do they finally pull back, lips shiny and swollen, chins glistening with your release. They look at each other, then at your ruined body, both of them breathing hard with wicked hunger in their eyes.

They still haven’t had enough of you.

Taking their respective positions, you’re moved again, this time flipped onto your stomach, loose tits pressing against the sticky table top as Frankie positions himself behind you, hiking up your skirt over your hips.

His large hands lift your waist up so that your spine is bowed exactly how he wants it, thighs pressed together, your pussy enticing him to slip in again.

“Gorgeous…” you hear him mutter, a miracle really since you’re panting hard as fuck right now. He gropes your ass, spreading your cheeks, taking some of your pussy lip too so that he can get a good look at your needy sex.

Javier is in front of you, his cock rock hard again as he strokes it in front of your face, licking his lips to taste more of your sweet cunt. 

“Fuck her for a bit. I want to see her face while you’re inside her.” Javi’s tone is gravelly and deep, it makes you squirm, tongue hanging out of your mouth like a bitch in heat to try and get his dick in your mouth.

There’s a smug smile on Francisco’s face as he does exactly as his friend directed, taking his cock in palm and notching it at the mouth of your pussy before slamming in.

You sharply exhale his name, squeezing your eyes shut as he starts to fuck you at a quick yet gratifying pace. 

A heavy hand taps at your cheek firmly, making you flutter your blurry eyes open to gaze up at Javier. 

“Keep those pretty eyes open.” He tells you, his shaft bobbing in front of your face, the faint smell of your pussy clinging to him.

He just watches the way your expression twists and pinches in absolute bliss, head tilting in a mocking gesture as you two keep eye contact while Frankie plows into you, his hands now pawing at your luscious hips. He’s biting at his lower lip, brows pulled together in concentration as he relishes in the way your cunt swallows him whole then spits him out covered in your arousal.

Darkly satisfied by the carnal sight of you and Frankie fucking, Javier finally gives in to his horniness and slides his cock along the length of your hanging tongue, tipping his head back and clenching his jaw at the feel of your wet mouth around him

Your moan is muffled as Javi’s thick cock fills your throat. You struggle to keep your eyes open, tears trekking down your cheeks as both men continue to use your body for their own pleasure.

“Fuck her pussy is so damn good. Might have to keep you around for longer than a night, pretty girl.” Francisco grunts behind you, his own breath labored as he feels his balls tightening, his own orgasm looming over him.

“Bet you’d like that. Getting fucked whenever. Taken care of properly.”

The idea of being the orbit of these two is very, very appealing. Your pussy tingles at the prospect of getting to fuck them together like this again—or seperatley—you do not mind either outcome.

Javier cups your jaw with both hands, keeping you still as he starts to enthusiastically fuck your mouth, getting off on the tight constrict of your throat and gargling sound of you choking and drooling all over him. 

Your brain has been thoroughly fucked out of your skull. You’ve been reduced to this mindless person that’s been conquered by avaricious men who have somehow learned your body and everything that unravels you in the short amount of time you’ve been in their presence. 

The three of you move and fuck in sync, hitting flow state, pornagraphic noises rattling around the open space of the empty bar.

You tap on Javi’s thigh when you feel like you can’t breathe, your nose clogged up and throat full of his cock blocking your airway. He pulls out in a sloppy, wet mess as you gasp in air to fill your lungs. You bring one shaky hand up to wrap around the base, stroking him in time with the backshots Frankie is still delivering.

His grip on your waist tightens, nails breaking the soft skin, no doubt leaving marks that you don’t ever want to fade.

“I’m about to c-come,” you stutter out, using your tongue to lick around the bulbous tip of Javi’s length, flicking it all over before lathering every inch with devout attention.

They both fucking cuckle at you, picking up the pace of their ministations.

“C’mon baby, give it to us. Just one more.”

“Doin’ so good, looking so fucking hot while you’re taking two cocks.”

Blood roars in your ears as your body locks up and your final orgasm shocks your system. In that moment, you deep throat Javi as deep as you can, nose flush against his pelvis as you burst all around Frankie’s cock. 

Javier grips your hair as he spills down your throat, which you swallow down eagerly. Frankie spanks your ass in a harsh sting before burying himself to the root, squirting his cum into your engorged pussy.

You blackout. Like… seriously… falling limp between them as you doze off, feeling sensations you’ve never experienced before. 

When you come to again, you’re lying on one of the booth seats in the corner, a leather jacket that reeks of cigarette smoke and cologne blanketing your body. 

You sit up slowly, wincing, bringing a hand up to rub at your eye, the flakes of your mascara rubbing off on your palm. Your throat feels scratchy, the lower half of your body sore from the strenuous coital activities you’d been part of. 

“She’s awake.”

Frankie approaches you with a glass of water and two ibuprofen pills, handing them over. You take them without hesitation, popping the painkillers and swallowing down the glass of water. You hadn’t realized how thirsty you were.

“You okay?’ His sweet brown eyes meet yours, sitting at your side but giving you your personal space. 

Nodding, you flash him a warm smile. “Better than okay. Where’s Javi?”

“Had to run out to handle something. That’s his jacket you were sleeping with.”

Your fingers curl around the leather. “How long was I out?”

“Not long. Maybe half an hour. Guess we worked you pretty hard.”

You see the ghost of a smirk threatening to show itself on his soft lips.

“It was fun,” your eyes sparkle mischievously, the smudged mascara tangible evidence of how messily satisfied you’ve been left.

Frankie slides in closer, arm thrown across the back of the booth, staring down at you, suggestion coating his intense stare. “Wanna stick around? My place isn’t far from here… Jav should be back soon…” he trails off.

Your pussy tingles, literally, at the invitation. What do you have to lose? Not a boyfriend, that’s for damn sure.

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