Page 58 of The Secret Stalker
“Our little come slut, I swear nothing makes me prouderthan you taking so many cocks. You are a unicorn, Red, and you are ours.”
Sophie
I’m over stimulated. I’m over fucked. I’m over climaxed and there’s still more I need to give, more I need to take. This is it, the final push. Tye leans in and kisses me on my wet, puffy lips and then wipes my face up, ready for Flynn. I look directly towards Flynn’s cock which is eye level to me, the silver piercing shiny and moving as he strokes himself. Behind me, I feel a gentle hand lowered onto my sore bottom and then pressure coming from my arsehole as Mack, I assume, begins to ease the plug out. When my tight ring of muscle relents and lets the wide bulb move past and out, I feel empty but I know it won’t be for long. My body feels like it’s taken ten rounds in the boxing ring. My lower muscles ache from all the tensing and anticipation. I’m just trying to keep myself upright and steady as my knees constantly threaten to give out from every overwhelming climax the men are now forcing on my body.
I hear the lube cap and then feel the soft velvety head of Mack’s cock press against my back hole. I’m having trouble relaxing my muscles, my mind and my body are fried, I’m not sure my body is responding to my brain signals anymore. Then I feel a delicious lap of a tongue against my swollen, abused clit and it makes all my muscles wilt as I wait for another lap and another. I hum as I lean into the warmth of their mouth, the long swipe that feels never-ending. “Who is it?” I ask, looking up at Flynn. “Whose mouth is on me?” I repeat, my mind focusing in on his delicious lapping.
“It’s Tye,” says Flynn kindly. I only see pride in his eyes as he gazes at me, stroking himself. “Can you suckle me like you did earlier?” he asks in a gentle voice that belies the sheer sizeand height of him. His softness melts me. I smile up at him wanting to do nothing else in the world except please him.
“Always,” I hum and I see the relief wash over his face. He steps into me and feeds the tip of his cock into my mouth and I taste myself.
With my body relaxed, Mack takes his cue and pushes harder into my back hole. It hurts for a bit, it stretches and burns as my body adjusts to the size of him. But Mack is slick and gentle, he puts more pressure behind his hips only after he feels my muscles relax and slowly works to get my body to accept each inch of him. Tye makes the process exponentially better as his clever tongue practically massages my swollen clit into submission. For a glorious minute I’m in some lofty, floaty place, the tingles of an orgasm in sight, and then Mack bottoms out inside of my tight channel and my whole body wakes up. Mack lets me feel all of him as he draws himself almost all the way out and eases back inside me, loosening me up with every thrust. And I give myself over to him fully.
Mack
She is so tight, her back hole is constantly sucking me in and trying to milk me dry. I’m in awe of her, of how much pain and pleasure she has been able to take from each of us. I pray she can give me one more orgasm, I want to feel her on my cock as she comes apart one last time. I trust Tye is working his magic, I can feel her insides quiver and her back is arching. She is so close. I see Rory dip down and begin to suck her nipple and tug down at her other one, and in seconds she detonates with me buried in her arse and sweet Jesus, I am in heaven. My climax hits me like a freight train and the thought of coming deep inside of her has my cock spasming and unloading every last drop I have for her. She is a gift from heaven and after this, Iwill walk away from the life I grew up in and never look back. Now we have completed our ‘punishment,’ I am done here. I am going to take our girl, take care of her and treat her like the princess she is. Lost in my head, I come back to my senses as Flynn groans and I know our girl has just taken her last load of come for the day. Fuck, I love her so much.
THIRTY-EIGHT
Sophie
I swallow down Flynn’s come like it’s my favourite dessert. I look back at him, sleepy and spent. I know we did it, we did it together. We played our part in their sick punishment show. A door creaks and footsteps descend the stairs. Mr Bently stands in front of all of us, a surprising grin plastered across his face. He looks between the five of us. “You did well, I didn’t think you would. Sophie, we enjoyed the show, there is a very good reason why you are a playmate and we hope you continue to be one. Mr Glasson, Mr Finchley, you are welcome to be members again but you are not to date Sophie. If you want to continue dating her, unfortunately this is goodbye, but you are free to take your playmate home. Mackenzie, Tyrone, we can discuss your relationship with Ms Greene another time. Here is the key,” he hands it to Rory who sets about opening the lock on the restraint with the help of Flynn who sweeps me into his arms when I’m free of it.
“We don’t need to do that Father, you made it clear. And sodid we. We chose Sophie,” replies Mack, his voice edged with anger.
And with that Rory, Tye and Mack pick up our clothes and begin to climb the stairs. Flynn follows with me in his arms. I’m grateful, I’m not sure my legs would hold me. We are all completely naked. The guys walk through the house, out of the front door and to the guys’ cars. What a sight we must be. Mack opens the car door and Flynn settles me onto the back seat, then climbs in next to me on the other side. I lay across his lap, exhausted. Mack climbs in and he pulls on his shirt and I assume Rory and Tye do the same. “We can put our trousers on when we get to our car park,” Mack says as he shuts the door leaving Tye and Rory to get in Tye’s car. Mack’s tires spin under the gravel and we speed out of the estate and don’t look back.
Flynn
Sophie is curled up across Mack’s back seat, her head on my naked lap. I can smell the sex on her body and the come leaking out of her onto the seats. I hope he never cleans them. I stroke her hair and her cheek, unable to keep my fingers from touching her. Her eyes are closed and she feels heavy on my lap. She must be out cold.Jesus, what a fucking day.I knew Tye and Mack’s father was an owner but I had no idea of the wealth they came from or the sadistic bastard who raised them. I’m not one for therapy but I would consider some after just one meeting with him. I can’t imagine the years of unpacking the brothers need to do.
When we pull into the garage, Tye is already parked and waiting. Mack pulls up next to him and steps out to pull on his trousers and put on his shoes. I slide out of the car, lowering Sophie’s head to the seat and pull on my own trousers andshoes. We decide to carry Sophie and just cover her with a coat in the lift. Should someone call it, we’ll be too big and too many for them to enter it. I lift Sophie and a trail of come follows her. She’s a dripping mess in the best way. Tye tries to stem the flow with Sophie’s shirt and I carry her into the lift, her head lolling in my arms. I would set the world on fire for this woman and I’m going to spend every day that she is in my arms proving it. We manage to get up to the twelfth floor without seeing anyone else and into our apartment, our home.
I decide to take Sophie into my room. I lay her gently onto her side so we can clean up her wounds. I drape a blanket across her upper body to keep her warm and she curls into a foetal position. We set about cleaning between her legs and then rubbing ointment on her cane lines and cooling lotion on her arse cheeks. She stirs from the sting of the ointment but I rub her back and ‘shhh’ her back to sleep. I opt to stay in my room with her as the guys file out to grab a drink. Rory brings me back a beer as I lay on the bed, watching Sophie sleep. There is a very good reason why the four of us each individually fell in love with Sophie but if this afternoon didn’t prove how much grit and spirit she has, I don’t know what would.
After an hour or so, Sophie wakes with a startle and I reach my hand out automatically to place it on the back of her head and stroke down. She blinks back at me and I see the cogs turn in her mind, wondering where she is and what happened. She is so beautiful waking up, laying still and unmoving, just her big green eyes looking back at me. “Hi,” she eventually whispers.
“Hi,” say back to her quietly. “Do you feel a bit better?”
“How long did I crash out for?”
“Just over an hour and a half,” I reply.
“I couldn’t keep my eyes open,” she replies.
“You were exhausted. Do you need anything? Water? A beer?”
She tries to sit up and winces. “I feel like I just took 10 rounds in the boxing ring.”
“Want a bath or shower? Ease your muscles?”
“I must be a state. I think a glass of water and a shower. If I sit in a bath, I’m going to sleep for the rest of the day or night—whatever time it is—in there.”
“It’s around 6pm. Here, have some water,” I pass her a glass from my bedside table and she lifts up on her elbow to accept it and sip.
“Ahh, never has water tasted so good,” she smiles back at me and I have no doubt she needs the liquids. When she has finished the full glass, her eyes look more alert and she asks, “Where is everyone?”
“They’re just in the lounge having a beer, want to go join them?”
