His come leaking down my thighs

Chapter 11

The shop phone rang through the cave intercom, and I heard Mona's name flash on the screen before the first ring finished. My legs were already spread wide on the counter scale, the cold steel plate pressing into my bare ass, and Bruno's hands were on my hips, lifting me like I weighed nothing.

"Stress test," I said, and I heard my own voice come out steady, even as Lena's mouth closed over my n****e and Simon's belt hit the stone floor behind me. "The reserve batch needs to prove it can hold under pressure."

Bruno set me down on the scale and read the number aloud, his voice flat and professional. "Fifty-eight kilos. That's a full wheel. Let's see if you can take the whole process."

I felt Lena's tongue circle my n****e, her teeth grazing the hard peak, and I heard the soft accent in her voice when she spoke against my skin. "You taste like the cave already. Salt and brine and something sweeter underneath."

Simon stepped out of his pants and I heard the fabric pool at his feet. He moved in front of me, his c**k already hard, the head dark and leaking. I opened my mouth without being told.

The phone rang again.

"Let it go," Bruno said, and his hands closed around my waist, turning me on the scale so I faced the intercom. "She's at the hospital. She'll leave a message."

I felt Simon's c**k push past my lips, the salt of his pre-c*m hitting my tongue, and I heard myself gag as he slid deeper. The taste was sharp and musky, and I smelled his sweat mixing with Lena's clean hair and the cave's brine. Three people breathing, the wet rotation of our bodies, the creak of the scale under my weight.

Lena's fingers found my cunt, and I felt the cool slide of them against my hot flesh. She pushed two inside me, curling against my front wall, and I moaned around Simon's c**k. The sound vibrated through him and I heard him groan, a guttural sound that made my thighs clench.

"Look at her," Bruno said, and I heard the pride in his voice. "She's already dripping on my scale. The needle's moving."

I felt my cream running down Lena's fingers, and she pulled them out and brought them to my lips. I tasted myself, salty and thick, and I heard her laugh, low and pleased.

"Feed her," Bruno said. "She needs to know what she tastes like."

Lena pushed her fingers into my mouth alongside Simon's c**k, and I sucked them clean, tasting my own cream mixed with his pre-c*m. The phone rang a third time, and I heard Mona's voice through the intercom, tinny and distant.

"Bruno? The camera feed is off. Why is the camera off?"

I froze, my mouth full of Simon's c**k and Lena's fingers, and I felt Bruno's hand on my ass, his thumb pressing against my asshole. He leaned close to the intercom and pressed the button.

"Recalibrating for the festival. I'll call you back."

The static crackled, and I heard Mona's voice again, sharper now. "I'm reviewing the logs at the hospital. There's a gap from yesterday afternoon. A full hour."

I felt my cunt clench around Lena's fingers, and I heard the wet sound of her hand working inside me. The fear made everything sharper—my skin hypersensitive, my inner walls gripping her fingers like they were begging for more. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, my mouth full and my ass pressed against Bruno's thumb.

"One hour," Mona repeated, and I heard the suspicion in her voice. "What were you doing for an hour?"

The voicemail beep cut through the cave, and I felt the tension break. Bruno's thumb pressed harder against my asshole, and I heard him speak into the intercom, his voice calm and measured.

"The reserve wheels needed a double wash. I'll explain tomorrow."

The line went dead, and I felt the air leave my lungs. Simon's c**k slid deeper into my throat, and I heard myself gag, the sound wet and desperate. Lena's fingers curled inside me, hitting the rough spot on my front wall, and I felt my hips buck against her hand.

"Don't stop," Bruno said, and I heard the command in his voice. "The test isn't finished."

He pulled me off the scale and bent me over the basket mold, the wooden frame pressing into my hips. I felt his c**k nudge my asshole, the blunt head slick with something cold and wet—the brine from the washing trough. He pushed, and I felt the ring of muscle stretch around him, the burn sharp and bright.

"Please," I whispered, my voice cracked. "Daddy, please."

"Not yet," he said, and I felt him pull back, leaving my asshole empty and aching. "Simon first."

Simon stepped behind me, and I felt his c**k press against my cunt, the head pushing into my wet heat. He slid in slow, inch by inch, and I felt each fold of my inner walls part around him. The ridge of his shaft dragged over the rough spot, and I heard myself cry out, sharp and high.

Then Bruno's c**k pressed against my asshole again, and I felt the impossible fullness as he pushed inside. Two c***s, one in my cunt and one in my ass, separated by a thin wall of flesh. I felt them move in opposite rhythms, Simon pulling out as Bruno pushed in, and I heard the wet sounds of our bodies, the squelch and slap of skin against skin.

"Look at her," Bruno said, and I heard the wonder in his voice. "She's taking us both. My good girl."

I felt my inner walls clench around Simon's c**k, and I heard him groan, his hands gripping my hips. Bruno's c**k slid deeper into my ass, and I felt the pressure building in my belly, the fullness spreading through my womb. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, my body split between two men, my cunt and ass stuffed full.

"More," I heard myself beg. "Please, Daddy, more."

Bruno thrust harder, and I felt the head of his c**k press against the thin wall separating him from Simon. I felt them both moving inside me, a rhythm that climbed and climbed, and I heard Lena's voice, soft and amazed.

"She's going to come. Look at her, she's going to come."

I felt the first contraction start deep in my belly, spreading through my inner walls, and I felt them clench around Simon's c**k, pulling him deeper. My vision blurred, my breath caught, and I felt the orgasm crash over me, hot and blinding. My cunt clamped down on Simon, and I felt him come, his seed flooding my womb, thick and warm.

Then Bruno thrust into my ass one last time and held, and I felt his c**k pulse, his come filling me, hot and thick. I felt the two loads mixing inside me, his seed in my ass and Simon's in my cunt, and I heard myself sob, the sound broken and raw.

Lena pulled me upright, and I felt her mouth on mine, tasting Simon and Bruno and myself all mixed together. She kissed me deep, and I heard myself whisper against her lips.

"That's what I wanted since the first summer."

She smiled, and I saw the understanding in her eyes. The secret was no longer just mine.

Bruno pulled me away from her, his hands rough on my hips, and I felt his c**k slide into my ass again, still hard. He f****d me slow and deep, his come and mine mixing, and I felt the final load building inside him.

"Mine," he said, and I felt his c**k pulse, his seed flooding me one last time. "You're still mine."

I felt his come leaking out of my ass, running down my thighs, and I heard myself whisper, "Yes, Daddy. Yours."

The calendar on the wall showed two days until the festival. The tasting notebook lay open on the counter, and I saw Bruno's handwriting in the margin: "Stress test: passed."

I felt the soreness in my asshole, the taste of both men in my mouth, and I knew the secret had grown. It wasn't just Bruno and me anymore. It was Lena, and Simon, and the camera gap Mona was already questioning.

But I felt his come still warm inside me, and I knew I was his.