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Who could say when things got out of hand? It may have been with the third drink and the confident wink over to the two twins at the end of the bar. But that wasn't stupid, it was just flirty, daring. Something I was trying to be a little more of these days. Rejection therapy, right? I spent all day in my room playing games, working on logos for half the day for way too much fucking money. Success and comfort had sort of been my undoing. I never needed to head out, delivery services meant food came to me, and I could afford it. So when I decided that I couldn't waste away as a shut-in all my twenties, maybe that was when I made the fatal mistake. To put on a nice enough hoodie and head down to the pub below my building. Have food amongst the public. Make eye contact. I blew past that goal by the second shot, having made plenty of eyes at those two fucking gorgeous twins. When they came up to my side with the shooters, that was a pretty good time to say things got out of hand. Or at least faster paced. They had their hand on my ass, sharing laughter with each other that I felt oddly excluded from. But as one spoke in a throaty accent that I barely understood- or was just speaking another language- as the other pulled me in for a kiss. I giggled drunkenly into it, leaning against the bar as he pressed down on me with that kiss. I felt like I was dreaming, everything came easy and fast and sort of hazily. Getting my ass grabbed before I even got a kiss from them. Hell, being more familiar with his tongue than his name. He pulled back. "Как думаешь, эта женщина подойдёт тебе?" He spoke definitely in a foreign accent. I lean back too far after being released from the dizzying makeout, caught by the other as readily as a brick wall. He replied, bassily, "Она будет работать. Пойдём посмотрим наше новое место." I purred happily, laughing as my head falls across his broad chest, "За здоровье!!" I chirp happily. They are standing me up now. They are wearing expensive suits and have nice bags. I giggle as the two support me between them, "I've never done this before." "You are eager girl." The first brother spoke. "You will do it much, if you show us good bed?" My heart fluttered, as I found myself all but carried into the street. My feet made the attempt at walking, but with each stumble one of the strong twins grabbed me, corrected me. At one point my toes didn't touch the ground for a solid ten seconds. "Mmm, well yeah, I live..." I slow. Did I not know where I lived? No... this wasn't that. I lived upstairs. Was I having second thoughts? About inviting two strangers to my - "I live upstairs... inna top suite. Elevators'r over there." My voice interrupts my thoughts, directing the twins right up to my apartment. "But its... its a mess I wasn't 'specting company." "Do not worry. We are fine with mess." One twin says with a hint of a smile. I drunkenly paw the elevator and swipe my card. The doors open and we are secluded in the elevator before I could even think to think again. They had me between them as the lift rose slowly. Hands traveling over the curve of my ass, up into the hem of my hoodie. They tugged the zipper down, pausing as they showed off my sports bra, with only a couple mustard stains. "На ней только нижнее бельё." One paused. "Сексуально. Она шлюха." Two answered, as their calloused fingers roved over my exposed flesh like so many marauders. I whimpered, heart racing, mind swimming, cunt flooding. The door opened to my apartment, they relieve me of my keys and unlock the door to let us in. This was probably where things got out of control. The energy shifted as soon as they had me safe in the den. Proved that they were being polite up to now. Fingers dug hungrily into the crevice of my ass, firm enough to bruise my cheek, as they poked at my soaked pussy through my shorts. My drunken objection was swallowed by a kiss from behind, my shorts stolen from me as I was walked across the living room. We stumbled to a stop at the couch, my bare ass shoved to the pleather. The ankle cuffs that were my bottoms were tugged fully free, exposing my cunt for two seconds before they began to massage it. Two eager hands invaded from front and back pressing into me enough to scramble my brains into an off-balance mush. I lost my hoodie at some point, reduced to stockings and a sports bra. The twins were naked too, a common theme of clothes falling off of us this evening. I'm repositioned to my hands and knees, face pressed against the heat of twin #1's balls. Cock resting over my forehead. I barely even realize that twin #2 was behind me as I felt my cunt fill suddenly with long and bulging dick. I fell forward, grinding cheek into cock, as I gasped out every swear I knew in a jumble. I was being fucked. I sobered up in a sudden drowning flail. I twist around, body jerking forwards with each thrust, the man setting to a rhythm with a mechanical, practiced form. A man used to taking from women. Thinking little of just shoving in without a word or even a knock on the door to let them know you're here. Just the battering ram shoving its length into my spasming virgin cunt. No longer. And I could see his cock glistening with me as he pulled back. Not even a condom on. My gasps must have been throaty, ragged, because as I spoke I could barely find my voice. My throat was really dry, clearing my throat in order to say, "W-what... s-stop, wait... I'm not... n-not on birth control!! P-put a..." My throat being dry became the least of my problems as I was similarly treated to that battering ram's entrance. Mid word, a cockhead stuffed my protests down my throat, tongue tracing consonants over the others dick as I was spit roasted. They sped up, alternating thrusts, hammering into me until I became dizzy, drunken once more, the sobering fear being tamped down with each deeper thrust into me. That same heat, that gooning, edging pleasure that I was egging on with this entire drunken fantasy, filled me as I conversely choked on dick. Moans leaked around my lips as the men spoke in english this time to each other over my hunched, inexperienced back. "See? She is natural. Good light in house too." "Suite. Rich slut, hmm?" Twin 2 thrust down harder at me, nearly circling my middle with his two hands as he fucked me into the complaining couch. "Bored heiress looking for new job? You find a new job now, girl." My muffled questions never made it past a sputter as I felt the man using my mouth gasp loudly. He pulsed in my throat, each throb bringing a heat and a wet, instinctual swallow. The distant taste of heady salt deeper on my tongue. Then he pulled out, shooting his seed over my gasping mouth, into my eye as I fell to the couch, drinking air as I fought off the darkening vision. The thrusts from behind didn't stop. They actually became thicker, like honey, filling me with a slow molasses pleasure, its edge sharper after nearly passing out. An orgasm was wrung from me like water from a cloth, palms slapping against my couch, arching my back up. A whorish moan spilled from me as I came, twisting much like that wrung cloth. My pussy clamping down onto that cock brought him crashing to a finish, as I felt that same throbbing pulse, that same growing heat. Of his cum. He humped into me a few more times as I went to a twitching stillness, pushing that seed further in. I could feel it filling me, leaking out of me as he slowed those desperate thrusts, milking every bit from his clenching balls. They pulled off of me with as much ceremony as they entered me. I could feel the growing pool of cum spread across my ass, all the way to mid thigh. In my now much more sweat drenched bra and leggings, I went limp and quickly grew cold as the cum cooled and sweat chilled me. But I was too drunk and exhausted to do anything but try not to let the room spin too much. The twins moved around my living room, pointing at furniture, going through my books. "Slut's room is huge." A twin wandered down the hall. "Second room not as big but better view." "You can have larger." The other had cracked one of my energy drinks from the fridge. He drank greedily, traipsing around my house buck naked. He sat at my couch, turning on the tv as he scrolled for something. Just... making himself home. "I take small but get whore 4 of 7 nights." Oh my god they were making themselves at home. The other twin sat on my other side, slapping my ass hard enough to make me squeal. "Deal. Oh, put on The Bear." I tried to sit up. This was absurd. They had to leave. I found some difficulty even getting a hand to obey. My protests were just weak groans. The room was spinning way too much. "Oh, slut already hungry. Not enough cum first time?" The first twin mistaking my whimpers for wanton moans, entirely on purpose. He grabbed me and dragged me to his lap, cum streaking behind. "Oh, you left mess. Need to clean with tongue but first..." He smeared my face against his shaft, the taste of his cum, and my pussy filling me. I sputtered, struggling against this, but was rewarded with the forceful shove of cock down my throat, semi soft. But growing harder once more. I felt it swell in my mouth, despite everything I did. The man burped loudly, thrusting up with a pleased grunt, "Oh, good. There is more for you. Lucky whore." The scene unfolded, absurdly, unbelievably. I was half naked, freshly spit roasted. Two men I didn't even know the first thing about were watching tv as they lazily pumped down my throat. Used my tongue to clean and further edge him. Were barely looking at me, talking and joking as if I wasn't currently there, suppressing my gag reflex. I wasn't anything more than a stress relief toy to them. They were discussing what I was going to sleep in- a cage or just trussed and leashed? Cum spurted down my throat, another promised 'feeding' as I rejected it, coughing long strands of it onto the sofa. A loud crack sounded as my ass cheek flared with sudden agony. "Come slut. Lets see what sexy things you will be let to wear." The twin spoke to me like I was a pet. Not a person. And as the night turned into a week turned into a month... I soon learned that to be pure unassailable fact.
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