Im ovulating… any hot thoughts for ale and rudy (separate)? 🤤
Ale x female!reader, oral, deep throating
Rudy x female!reader, oral, clit abuse, overstimulation
Ale is a throat fucker. He's sweet, he tucks your hair back and kisses you, sucking your nipples and licking your pussy open, bringing you off with fingers and tongue, winking at you with those big dark eyes.
Then he climbs up and spits your come back into your mouth, making you hold it until he says you can swallow. Sits up and gets your head over his lap, makes you drool over his cock until it's wet, and then carefully grips your head and slides you down. Easy to start, blowing him with your lips and tongue all working, until you get a rhythm and start squeezing your thighs together. You love doing this for him, feeling his cock get fat and heavy, drooling precome you can slurp up.
That's his cue to change your angle, shift so that his cock can slide deeper, harder, bumping into your throat. A second to draw back, and then in again, as drool gathers at the corners of your mouth, steadily forcing in until your throat chokes and gulps open just long enough to take him in.
Ale fucks you like a machine, in and out, putting his fingers on your throat to feel the bulge as his cock stretches you. Wipes away tears streaming from your eyes and cradles your cheeks when he stuffs himself to the hilt and lets you squirm, slick down your thighs, gasping for breath when he lifts you off and just as eagerly diving back down for his cock.
He likes it best when you're sloppy, drool and precome leaving a wet spot on his balls, moaning and begging wordlessly when he picks up the pace, fucking your throat, using you when the last sweetness vanishes under the urge to come, to ruin you, to see you choke and sputter as his cock floods your throat and leaves you gagging.
He's still sweet Ale, though, so he always eats you out again after, working your clit and g-spot until you're the one coming down his throat.
Rudy is obsessed with your clit. He doesn't want you wet, he wants you soaked; your eyes spilling over with tears and your body shaking; he wants you so overwhelmed by sensations that you are left with the bare instincts, and the best way to do that is turn your clit into his own little plaything.
He'll kiss you, slow and deep, sucking on your tongue and lips until you're breathless, before moving to your tits. He loves to tease your nipples, little soft touches at first that get stronger the more sensitive you are, until he's got his teeth clamped around one and twisting the other, and they're so tender that the hurts come around again to good. Big, strong hands sweeping up and down your sides, tickling around your belly, spreading your ass open so he can get in with his whole face. Sucking your clit before he even warms up your pussy, forcing the little bud to swell up on his tongue.
By this point you're usually kicking at him, its too much, but he's immovable and relentless, his shoulders holding your thighs apart as he forces an orgasm from your pussy, rubbing your clit even while you wail, his tongue shoving in and wriggling. He doesn't stop, you can't come down at all, gasping as he pinches your nipples again, hips bucking wildly as another orgasm strains your muscles, splattering his face in slick.
You're limp and weakly protesting, sobbing through your moans, your poor clit raw and suffering when Rudy latches onto it again, worrying it like a dog with a chew toy, the filmy mess of your come making wet slapping sounds as your ass bounces, thighs splayed open, Rudy just happily working you over on the flat of his tongue, between his lips. He only stops when you scream, eyes rolling back in your head.
The first night he does this you have to sleep naked after, even the softest of your panties too much on your swollen clit and cunt, but Rudy can't be expected to resist such an invitation- you wake up to him already on you, his cock buried in you and pinching your clit between his fingers.
oiii eu queria saber se voce poderia escrever algo pro ale eu amo ela eh praticamente nao tem nada sobre ela
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♯┆Temporada/Spin-off:
╰► HEXATOMBE 土
♯┆Nota do autor୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ
╰► Alívio de escrever algo em português e não ter que me preocupar em traduzir pro inglês. Não foi pedido um cenário, então eu fui de acordo com a minha imaginação.
╰► Vou estar me referindo a Alê como 'Elu'.
╰► Se você acha essas coisas de fanfic meio veegonhosas e talvez ridículas, fique a vontade para não ler <3. Só, por favor, não diga coisas ofensivas por causa de uma historinha.
♯┆Personagem:
╰► Alê — Psikolera
╰─► Resumo: Apenas um dia comum com Alê. — Não é dito como romântico, mas você decide como você interpreta a relação de Alê com o leitor.
O apartamento estava vazio agora, mas ainda tinha a bagunça relativamente controlada da noite passada.
Você acordou tarde hoje.
Sua cabeça doía feito o inferno e seu corpo implorava por mais um tempo de descanso, porém, a sua fome e necessidade de arrumar sua moradia ganharam a disputa. Você não era um bicho selvagem para viver com aquela bagunça como se fosse normal.
Quanto mais rápido você arrumasse, mais rápido você poderia se dar um descanso merecido. Não haveria como você acumular mais bagunça se arrumasse tudo aquilo primeiro.
Fazia apenas 2 dias desde o último show, então todos da banda concordaram em ter uma comemoração caseira ontem.
É seguro dizer que vocês pretendem deixar o Eloy longe de bebida alcoólica da próxima vez.
Todo mundo se deixou levar pela comemoração e a vaga lembrança de ter vomitado na toalha de banho invade a sua cabeça. É muito vago pra você ter certeza que realmente aconteceu, mas ao ouvir a máquina de lavar funcionando sua lembrança é confirmada como real.
Terminando de arrumar a cozinha e levar a louça que havia se acumulado, você caminha até a sala, encontrando lá o seu colega de quarto e de banda, dono do apartamento que você morava junto fazia um tempo.
O apartamento de Alê era pequeno, mas carregado de presença. Não era bagunçado — só… vivido. Ainda tinha alguns cabos espalhados pelo chão como raízes, um teclado apoiado em seu colo, pôsteres meio tortos da banda de vocês e de bandas que você reconhecia pelo som antes mesmo de ler o nome. O ar tinha cheiro de café velho e incenso queimado pela metade.
Alê tinha arrumado a sala enquanto você estava na cozinha, e de quebra ainda tinha colocado a toalha e algumas roupas pra lavar.
Agora Alê estava sentado no chão, costas apoiadas no sofá, o teclado sobre as pernas, mexendo no notebook que estava na mesa de centro. O macacão branco foi substituído por uma camiseta larga da banda e uma calça larga azulada. Elu tocava o teclado, digitava no notebook e depois voltava a tocar o teclado. Não era uma melodia alegre. Também não era agressiva. Era densa. Um som que não pedia atenção, mas exigia escuta.
Você ouve silenciosamente, se jogando no sofá sem interromper. Isso era rotineiro com Alê. Era tranquilo, quieto e apenas vocês dois.
“Hoje tá diferente.. Parece que tá tentando se encontrar.” Você diz, quebrando o silêncio confortável que havia antes. Alê normalmente tocava direto, suas notas não demoravam mais do que precisavam, mas hoje estavam longas, incertas de que eram as corretas e quais poderiam ser as próximas em sequência.
“Precisa ser algo mais pesado.” Elu diz sem rodeios, sua voz suave como um sussurro, mas ainda audível. “Não só melodia, mas também ruído. Mais intensidade.”
Você murmura em concordância, os olhos vagando pela sala do apartamento enquanto pensava sobre as palavras dele.
Mas tudo se torna silêncio quando seus olhos encontram aqueles par de olhos na foto abaixo da televisão.
Seus colegas de banda. Seus amigos próximos. Reunidos. Poucas pessoas acompanhavam vocês naquela época.
Psikadela. Você, Cindy, Franco, Alê, Eloy e... E o Andrei.
Fazia meses desde que vocês tinham visto o Andrei pela última vez.
Talvez... Talvez ele ainda estivesse por aí, não é? Esperando alguém ou algo.
Um toque no seu braço te acorda dos seus pensamentos. Era Alê.
Você tava se perdendo de novo.
Uma pausa curta, uma nota tocada. O tom mudou, ficou mais grave, mais arrastado. “Eu não sei fazer barulho vazio.” Alê diz neutro, um tom baixo enquanto voltava o olhar para o teclado que segurava.
Você se aproximou, sentando no chão ao lado delu. O ombro de vocês se tocou de leve, quase por acaso. Alê não se afastou. Também não se aproximou mais. Apenas aceitou.
“Você nunca faz” você disse. “Mesmo quando tenta.”
Alê soltou um som baixo, algo entre uma risada contida e um suspiro. Finalmente parou de tocar e apoiou as mãos no teclado, como se estivesse segurando algo frágil.
Uma pausa de seu instrumento musical, de trabalhar. “Eu quero que faça sentido” respondeu elu. “Não só… barulho por barulho.”
Elu fechou o notebook com cuidado, como se aquela decisão precisasse de respeito. Depois se levantou, passando por você para pegar duas canecas no armário. Colocou café em ambas, mesmo sem perguntar. Sabia que você aceitaria.
Sentou no chão da sala, costas no sofá. Um barulho de gotas de chuva contra a janela havia começado.
“Quando eu toco..” Alê começou, olhando pra caneca “É o único momento em que eu sinto que não preciso me explicar. Que posso existir do jeito que sou. Na música. No corpo. No jeito de ser.”
Alê apenas respirou fundo, sentindo o peso do seu corpo ali.
Você bebe o café, apenas absorvendo as palavras, não respondendo, mas se mostrando presente ao lado de Alê no silêncio. Sua cabeça encosta no ombro delu, apenas se apoiando ali em um gesto carinhoso.
Alê fechou os olhos por alguns segundos. “Você sabe...” elu falou, com a voz baixa “...Que eu não sou bom em dizer essas coisas.”
Você sorriu.
“Eu sei. Você mostra.”
Um silêncio confortável se instalou. Alê encostou a cabeça na sua, gesto pequeno, quase tímido. Não havia música, nem ensaio, nem banda naquele momento. O som da chuva e a certeza tranquila de que, ali, elu podia descansar.
“Valeu.” elu sussurrou, quase inaudível.
E você ficou, como sempre ficava. Apenas a respiração sincronizada de vocês dois — simples, imperfeita, real.
heyaaa. idk if u js do 141 or not but I have (i guess) an extreme request for u…wanted to know if u could make a short fic or smth of a gangbang between reader, 141, and los vaqueros (js rudy and alejandro). it doesn’t rlly matter how it starts or not. thank you 🤍
Tf141 x Los Vaqueros x female!reader, gangbang, oral, facesitting, spanking, rimming, anal, breastplay, nippleplay, blowjobs, face fucking, tit fucking, squirting, come play, multiple orgasms
(read more under the cut because this shit got LONG)
Rudy has been at you all damn day- little touches making you aware of your body and his. His hand curling around the back of your neck for a kiss, more possessive as he licks into your mouth. Stepping behind you with his hands on your hips, drawing you back to feel his semi against your ass before he moves on. Dipping his hands up your shirt for a quick grope, tweaking your nipples, then backing away again. It's served only to wind you up- hes been hinting at some big surprise, but your only clues were Ale advising that you get some extra stretches this morning- and the way he stared between your legs when you pushed yourself into a full split.
They've pulled the couches closer together, fussing around with pillows like a couple of broody hens- when the door knocks they both smirk at you in a way that sends a thrill between your legs.
"Ready, cariño?" Rudy croons into your ear, when Alejandro answers the door.
You answer unsteadily, "ready for what?" as both hands come up your shirt this time, rucking up the fabric, and when four more men come in behind Alex you realize just what they've been working on. Rudy's hands on your tits, now fully visible with your shirt pushed up and his strong arms holding you still, so that everyone can see the way your hard nipples, the flush down your chest.
Price comes forward first, and when you nod and smile, takes one of your breasts into his own hand and squeezes, watching your face as his grip gets tighter until you wince and squirm. His fingers leave red marks when he lets go, your tit bouncing at the sudden lack of support, and suddenly you're surrounded- Rudy at your back, grinding into your ass, Ale and Price in front of you, taking turns passing your breasts back and forth between their hands. Soap and Ghost are at either side, and you can feel their own fingers gently tracing up your thighs, petting the soft skin and teasing around the edge of your shorts.
Gaz slides in against your back with Rudy, and he's the one who first kisses you, soft lips against your throat, cheek, and finally finding your mouth, swallowing the little moan that slips past your lips. You're caught in a web of hands and hard bodies, feeling their cocks fill up against you as you're quickly stripped of your clothes. When the fabric of your panties pulls away with a little damp cling you hear someone swear. Soap actually smells them, the perv, holding the gusset against his nose and inhaling like a dying man, his hand on his cock.
"fucking delicious," he groans, and yanks your hips forward. "I call dibs on eating her first- c'mon bonnie, on the couch, you're sitting on my face-"
Ale sucks a hickey on your neck as he sets you up kneeling over Soap, and the Scotsman wastes no time- he yanks your hips down and licks a fat wet stripe up the seam of your pussy, and you moan with a sudden slick rush when he starts sucking at your lips, tongue flicking against your clit and then shoving into your hole. He's damn good, too fucking good, and you know you can't hold out long against him- not when the task force are still playing with your breasts, slapping so that the flesh bounces before taking your nipples into tight pinches, making you squirm and bounce on Soap's face from the stimulation.
Ghost pats your head and chuckles. "Yeah, he's good with his tongue," and pulls his cock out, fat and dripping a little pearly fluid at the tip. "Show me yours love, c'mon," and he guides your head down to suck his cock, licking up the precome before taking the head into your mouth, working your way down his shaft. Every time Soap sucks your clit, you twitch and moan, and Ghost's grip in your hair tightens.
Someone moves you- Rudy?- and you're suddenly leaning forward, Ghost shuffling back to keep your mouth on him, and you settle into a new position, your thighs more spread and ass exposed.
Ale kisses your ass, murmuring sweet lovings, and then suddenly pulls back and spanks you. You yelp, muffled from the cock still in your mouth, and then moan helplessly when Soap catches your clit again and sucks hard. He spanks you again, the other cheek, and Soap sucks at the same time, and Ghost thrusts in a little more- and oh, now it's just sensation, hot tongues and strong hands and a thick wet cock to swallow around, your ass burning under each slap until Soap sucks one more time and you clench and quiver, Ghosts cock slipping from your mouth as you cum, gushing creamy slick from your pussy.
Soap moans and you feel his arm jerking under you where he's stroking himself, rubbing his face against your flesh as if to cover himself in as much of your fluids as possible. His stubble scratches deliciously where you're hot and sensitive, and an aftershock leaves you whining. You feel soft and dumb, malleable around these men, something to be kept caged between them.
And then Gaz's tongue slides into your ass, licking your own cum from around your pussy and using it to drive in further, wet and slick, and you about come off the couch in surprise, yelping and then moaning at the wriggling wet intrusion. Price braces you in place, his own cock rubbing against your cheek as he grips your hair. "Steady there, just let the lad play," he says, and Gaz redoubles his efforts, slurping at your ass, letting his own drool gather and drip down where it mixes with your cum, leaving more wet streaks on Soap's face. Two sets of fingers slide into you at the same time, in both holes, and when your mouth drops open on a moan Price slides his cock into you.
He's rougher than Ghost was, his cock heavier, moving your face where he wants it and driving in. You can hear your own choking noises over the wet slap of his balls against your chin and manage to look up at him with teary eyes. "There's my girl," and he swipes his thumb across your cheek, collecting tears, offered to Ghost to suck off his thumb- oh, you clench hard seeing that, and hear Gaz and Soap groan together as they feel it.
"fuck, and you two were keeping her all to yourselves?" Gaz pants, pulling his fingers out with a wet pop, and you feel the pressure of his cock to your ass even as Soap begins to suck again. Your clit feels hard in his mouth, rolling between his lips and bouncing on his tongue, and you can't hold back the keening cry as Gaz slides his cock into you, one steady push that sets his balls against your cunt and Soaps chin, burning hot and so full inside you.
Price and Gaz set a fast rhythm, pushing you forward from the cock in your ass, pulling you back again to breathe around Price before he fucks your face again. Soap is still playing with your clit, his tongue licking around your pussy and even against Gaz's balls when he bottoms out, making the other man moan where he leans over your back. Through your tears you can see the blurry shapes of Ale and Rudy entwined on the other couch, their hands on each other's cocks as they watch you get fucked into a second orgasm, Price shoving his cock into your throat as Gaz swears and grips your hips, his own stuttering into an orgasm of his own as your ass clenches and squeezes his cock. You hear a wet choking sound and through the pleasure haze recognize Soap is coming as well, furiously jerking his cock, choking and gasping for breath through the fresh flood of slick that coats his face.
Price pops his cock from your mouth and slaps your cheek with it, drool and precome hanging in thick strings from the head and your lips. Gaz pulls out as well, collapsing back against the arm of the couch, and you don't resist at all when Ghost lifts up under your arms and moves you off Soap to instead kneel on the floor. There's a cushion under your knees, you realize, and then lose yourself in the taste and scent as Price and Ghost pass you between them. Ghost is easy, slow, gentle almost as he rubs the leaking head of his cock over your tongue, his fingers petting your hair and tilting your head to the best angle, letting you suckle and leave the flat of your tongue against the underside of his cock. He uses you alongside his fist, jacking his cock as he presses your face to his balls, moaning when you suck them, rubbing your lips over the soft hair and delicate skin.
Price is harsher- harder- he grips your hair and fucks deep into your mouth, popping the head of his cock into your throat just long enough to feel you choke before pulling back, letting the wet sounds fill the air between your moans and whines. He loves it when you look up at him with teary wet eyes, begging without words, and he holds you all the way down when he comes, your nose pressed into his groin, a reflexive clutch of your throat around his cock milking his come out of him. When he pushes you back and you gasp for breath, the last ropes of come stripe your face, dripping over your gaping lips, down to your breasts. Ghost pushes back into your mouth, laying the head of his cock onto your tongue while you pant, blinking up at him blearily though the tears and come clinging to your eyelashes.
"there love, hold still for me- perfect, so good, letting us just use this pretty mouth," he grunts, and jerks himself off onto your tongue, thick and salty. "Dont- no, don't swallow, hold that for me now," Ghost orders, and you moan and feel another heady rush between your legs as you hold your mouth open, showing off the puddle of his come, Price's still streaked over your face and tits, Gaz's leaking out of your ass with every little muscle clench. You feel whoreish and degraded, stripped down to basic functions, covered in the come of three men and your own still wet and gleaming on the face of a fourth.
Ale reaches out from his seat, taking your chin in his hand, drawing you over as Ghost and Price stagger to Soap and Gaz, all four men boneless and satisfied, but still watching you with interest as you shuffle on your knees to your vaqueros. Both Ale and Rudy lean down to kiss you, licking the come from your cheeks and lips, and you whine in sudden desperation for more of their touch. Rudy gets his hands back on your breasts and tugs your nipples, reigniting the nerves that had been teased before. He smears the come on them as well, groping you as Ale licks into your mouth, drawing Ghosts come out on his tongue before feeding it to Rudy in a deep lush kiss.
Ale coos at you when he looks down and sees your eyes full of new tears, gone past being able to use words with your wrecked throat and melted brain, but you're so fucking desperate- Rudy is still playing with your nipples and each touch sends a throb to your clit, and into your aching pussy. You want their cocks, want to be filled up so badly, and you've had your ass and throat fucked but only fingers in your cunt. It's devastating in a simple animal way, and you feel like a cat in heat, ready to present your hole for filling by anyone who will give you a cock.
"Here, sweet thing, come on up," Ale says, and pats his knees, helping you up off your own rubbery legs and into his lap. You are wet down your thighs, and Ale doesn't even try and check you with his fingers- instead he lifts you up and then brings you down, a single smooth movement that takes you from empty to full in a second.
You find your words again.
"oh, thank you, thank you, please keep fucking me, Ale, fuck so good so big so full-" you babble, and Alejandro grips the soft flesh around your hips and begins to slam you down onto his cock, forcing your sloppy wet cunt to slap against his groin, a squeal coming past your lips as your clit, sore from Soap's attention, rubs against his pubic hair each time he bottoms out.
You're coming almost before you realize it, screaming as your thighs shake and cunt squeezes Ale so tightly he swears and has to hold you in place to keep from being pushed out. You moan and limply collapse against his shoulder, panting and shuddering. Your whole body tingles, and as your breathing steadies you can hear more moaning, wet sex sounds, and as Rudy and Ale lift you up off his cock you see the task force. Gaz and Price are pressed against each other, making out as both men tug and play with the others cock, and Gaz leans over and swipes his fingers through your slick, puffy pussy lips (he catches your clit and your thighs spasm) before bringing them back to Price's cock, stroking the older man with renewed speed. Ghost is sprawled with his thighs open, holding Soap's wrists together in the small of his back as he drives his cock up into the smaller man's mouth, slow and deep.
Ale lays you on your back on the floor, spreading your thighs, and you smile at him with dumb animal pleasure as he slides back into your drenched cunt, no resistance at all, just wet flesh welcoming his cock back where it belongs. He moans and lets his head hang forward as he bottoms out again, fucking into you slowly.
Rudy kneels next to you, and you realize what's coming as he swings his leg over and settles his cock between your tits, his ass hovering over your face as he grips your nipples and uses them to pull your breasts up and in- you cry out and bury your face in the hot seam of his ass and thigh as the pain-pleasure ripples through you. His cock leaves streaks of precome between your breasts, slicking the way along with your sweat and Price's come that's s till drying on your skin. Your nipples ache in his ruthless grip, and you gasp in relief when he at last releases them to instead grip your tits and press them around his cock, fucking between them.
You moan and lift your arms to grip around Rudy's thighs, kissing the so-soft skin in front of you. You want more from him, more of his taste and pleasure, and find your lips traveling higher, nuzzling and licking until you reach his hole- just a little furled muscle, and when you lick across it with just the tip of your tongue you hear Rudy make the softest, sweetest moan. His hips stutter fucking between your tits, and you lick again, tasting his skin and sweat. He tastes good, and you float in a liminal space of heat and pleasure, working your tongue past that tight little muscle and into Rudy's ass, your pussy throbbing with your pulse. The man pinches your nipples again and you moan into him, gone beyond pain, spearing your tongue as far as it will go as Rudy fucks himself on it, rocking his hips back and forth to fuck the soft flesh of your tits. Your thighs have fallen open around Ale, limp and quivering, and you find yourself surrendering utterly to the two men.
Ale and Rudy fill your world, sight and sound and taste and pleasure all formed around their bodies against yours- and vaguely you hear the 141 all moaning and climbing to their own peaks. Ale lifts your hips and puts his thumb on your clit and oh- oh, oh oh-
Pressure builds in your belly, deep and hot, and there's a sudden new sensation you vaguely recognize, growing alongside your orgasm, but you can't think past the pleasure. Rudy is still fucking your tongue, letting it pop out and leave across his ass before you manage to stiffen it again for him, his fingers pinches your nipples mercilessly, so tight you want to cry as he forces your breasts together to massage his cock.
Ale is still fucking you so slow, so fucking deep, and as the pressure bursts through you like a grenade you hear a scream and feel the hot wet flood against your groin and thighs where Ale suddenly begins slamming his cock into you, frantic. Your tongue retreats limply into your mouth as your eyes roll back and you keep coming, coming again, arching and squirting and screaming as Rudy spills over your breasts and belly, nipples released with a snap that brings another quiver from your poor cunt. Ale groans above you and stills, his hips grinding his cock in deep as he comes, adding his own to the creamy mess of your come.
Rudy collapses on the floor next to you, and someone lifts your head. Blearily you manage to see Soap, his face wet with Ghost's come, bring his straining cock to your lips. You can't move even to suck him, and instead let him fuck into your mouth like a fleshlight, using your soft tongue and palette until he shudders and comes, swearing. You're so blissed out the come just drools out of your mouth, sloppy, and when Soap leans down to lick it off you you hear two more moans and feel slick bursts of come across your breasts, Gaz and Price jerking each other off over you, painting you like tiger stripes.
You float in a soft come-soaked haze, body thrilling with each little muscle spasm, used to the end of your rope. There's gentle hands wiping your body down, a pair of tongues gently laving the come from your skin. You shake when someone licks over your pussy, too-much too-sore, and are shushed with kisses as the man between your legs gently cleans you, pressing a kiss to your clit, still standing full and hard, and you cry out as the easiest, gentlest orgasm rolls you into oblivion. Thats alright, you can let yourself go- you have your Ale and Rudy and the 141 to take care of you until you wake.
Can you make one similar to the one you just posted but with los vaceros
Los Vaqueros x female!reader, free use, public sex, public humiliation, oral, fingering, deep throating, vaginal sex, clit abuse, overstimulation
Ale and Rudy aren't the type of men to deny themselves pleasures when available- why would they? You have to take what you can get in the world and hold onto it.
So when Alejandro drags you up against him, sucking marks into your neck as he gropes your tits, he's not going to stop unless he's forced to- so you're bent over, shirt shoved up and panties ripped off, braced against the wall while he works his cock into you, who cares if someone sees, hears your moans and half-hearted protests? Let them, they'll just be jealous Ale gets to enjoy such a wet little pussy, gets to fill you and leave his come leaking out of you as he gets back to work, burdens lifted momentarily.
Rudy likes to find you after, play with you where you're still wet, getting you to whine and suck on his tongue when he kisses you, fingering you until your knees go weak. He makes you beg for it too- whispering little praises into your ears, about how good you feel on his fingers, how tight even after Ale's big cock stretched you out, wouldn't this hungry little pussy like to come? Go ahead, darling, ask me. Say, Rudy make me come, give it to me, tell me you need it. Right here where anyone can see you dripping down my wrist.
You do beg, of course, naked and quivering and pleading, and Rudy gives it to you with three fingers shoved in your cunt and his thumb rubbing your clit, and you thank him with big wet eyes and drooling tongue. The floor is cold on your knees when you slide down his body and let him get his cock into your mouth, fucking your face so harshly tears roll down your cheeks and you choke, grabbing at his thighs. You get half-breaths of air, precome and spit frothing out around where Rudy's cock is using you, and he holds you mercilessly down when he comes into your throat, your face smashed into his groin, the heat between your legs still throbbing more than your aching lungs.
He takes you with him when he's done, kissing the taste of himself from your mouth, and pulls you down the hall after him by your nipple. You stagger after him, come-drunk and sloppy, your shirt discarded and panties long gone. In the elevator Rudy makes you kneel again, this time with your face to the floor, thighs spread to reveal the creamy mess of your pussy to anyone waiting to get on.
Each ding of the elevator doors opening makes you squirm, feeling eyes on you each time. No one else comes in but they see how you moan, the way you're already leaking again, and when you reach the last floor and the door opens on Alejandro waiting you can't stop the clench in your pussy. You crawl to his office with slick leaving little drops along the floor.
Inside Alejandro lifts you up, kisses the corner of your mouth, and together with Rudy begin to torture your nipples and tits, smacking with open hands until your flesh is swollen and pink, pinching your nipples until you wail and thrash to get away. Your clit throbs and your pussy leaks slick, hips twisting as you try to escape the pain in your breasts but get some friction on your cunt.
You regret that desperation when Rudy gets to his own knees, your thigh slung over his shoulder, and sucks your clit into his mouth as Ale bites down on your breast, groping the other so tightly it feels like it'll bruise. You shriek but you're trapped in their arms, held in place as Rudy sets a hard, slow pace, his tongue flat against your clit as he sucks, as relentless as a machine. Your hole clenches as the rest of your pussy is ignored, only your clit under that hot mouth and tongue, swelling up until you're sobbing and begging, but it won't help you- you know better than that, this is what we want so this is what you get. Don't act like you're in control here.
Ale lays you down flat on his desk, Rudy still attached to your clit, forcing your thighs open and down. Ale's hands pin your arms and when your head hangs off the edge of the desk he rubs his cock over your face, precome leaving wet trails through the tacky mess of come and spit from before. Rudy bites down and when you open your mouth to scream Ale shoves in, going right to the back of your throat in a single smooth motion, fucking you in the same rhythm as Rudy's sucks.
The rest of the world vanishes. You are balanced between the heavy leaking cock in your throat, balls bumping your nose, spilling drool and tears and precome down your face; and the hot wet sucking on your clit, so swollen you can feel Rudy's tongue stroking it, like a tiny cock of your own. Orgasms roll over you in waves, your body limp as Ale gropes and plays with your breasts as he fucks your throat. When Rudy at last breaks away with a staggered gasp, the rush of cool air on your poor clit is so sharp you tip over the edge again. There's a puddle under your thighs and ass, and when Rudy slides his cock into you you're almost too slippery, his hips smacking into you with loud wet squelches. You drift under them, your body a plaything for the two most important men in your life, letting them fill your cunt and throat with more of their come. By morning you'll be begging for it again- and even if you aren't you'll get it anyway.
