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Akaashi doesn’t know where Kuroo gets his clients.
Currently, she’s forced to ride the cock of a big man. His large protruding belly is soft against her own, creating a weird feeling of waves apart from the rough thrusting inside her. A video recorder stands near the bed, blinking red and recording her debauchery for the clients to use later. Or maybe tomorrow when they book her again.
Akaashi claws the back of the man when she feels a finger wriggle its way inside her puckered ass. “You’re so tight here, pretty. Better loosen it up, my friend is waiting for his turn,” the large man said. The friend in question, also a large man, is rubbing his cock slowly, pearly precum nestling at the tip.
“S-sir, ngggh-“ Akaashi moans when the large man grips her waist tighter and thrusts up harder, pounding her overstimulated g-spot. Fluids gush out of her, pooling at the crevices of the man’s pubis, making squelching sounds of pure filth.
“You’re so fucking wet. You’ve been creaming on our cocks all night, pretty. Bet you’d love a cock up your ass-pussy huh?” the large man growled at her ear.
“Y-you’re getting bigger, his cock won’t fit me anymore,” Akaashi pleads. Another of the man’s finger eases it’s way into her hole, making it three. The fingers rub against her walls, making her more sensitive of the glide against the walls on her pussy.
“You can do it, pretty. Remember when we shoved our fist up your ass the other night? You loved it so much you squirted in front of the camera. My partner had to buy a new one because of that,” the large man chuckled. He fixed his gaze on the other guy, signalling him to move.
“I bet we can make both your holes gape, princess.” He leans backwards to lie on the bed, bringing Akaashi down with him. He envelops Akaashi’s body fully with his arms, effectively rendering her immobile. Akaashi claws the man’s shoulders when he used his feet to increase the strength of his thrusts, his cock kissing her cervix.
Akaashi creams on the mans cock, body flushing red and face wet with tears and sweat and drool. She can’t even keep track how many orgasms were forced out of her. These two men, regulars in Kuroo’s book, loves to pin her and bend her into submission. They love to insert multiple toys, big toys, inside her holes, watching her writhe in pleasure of not being touched. Once she’s oversensitive, they fuck the brains out of her, hard and fast and relentless until she’s close to passing out.
“We gonna fill you up nicely. You’re ass and pussy are both perfect places for our cum.” The man behind her hooks his thumbs inside her ass, but pulls it out in favor of opening up her pussy, stretching it.
“S-sir you won’t fit anymore. Please just use my ass! Plea-aargh!” Akaashi screams as the second man behind her pushes the head of his his cock in. Large and filling. They always do this. Rubbing their cocks together inside of her. And it’s always the same feeling. Always the painful stretch before the ecstasy overrides her senses.
“You say you can’t fit us but you always do. Always, always do. Your cunny walls squeeze us so good, pretty. So tight for us and doesn’t wanna let go,” the man behind her, no, on top of her, pins her legs apart using his own, and grinds inside of her methodically, reaching deeper and deeper. “Let my cock kiss your cervix baby, let me open you wider,” he groans against her ear.
Akaashi is sandwiched between two heavy bodies, convulsing in pleasure. Her skin wet with the men’s sweat. A palm forces its way in between bodies and presses hard on her lower belly, making her shriek loudly and her legs shake uncontrollably. Akaashi cums hard and her eyes roll back in pleasure as the man presses on her belly even harder. “You feel that? You feel us moving inside you? Filling you up good?”
“Yes, yes it’s so g-good. Fuck!” Akaashi babbles, screams against one of the man’s shoulders, pussy quivering with overstimulation. The man below him thrusts inside a couple of times before pumping his load inside, drenching Akaashi’s walls yet again. Akaashi feels a mix of disgust and pleasure at the filthy squelch when the softening cock pulled out. For a brief second, she feels a reprieve, but then is pulled back and carried by the man above him. The man hooks her legs on the crook of his arm, splaying her open and brings her forward to the camera. The man pulls out of her pussy, clenching and throbbing against nothing, letting the mixed of their cum run down to her crack.
“You think I forgot about your ass didn’t ya?” he says as he presses in. The man slides his cock home in one thrust, fitting snugly inside Akaashi’s hole. She screams in surprise, her walls clenching down hard, toes curling in ecstasy. The man pounds her ass six ways to Sunday, pumping out the cum from her pussy.
“Moan for the camera, pretty.”
Akaashi couldn’t help but do so, trying her best to stay in the same plane of existence. She hooks her arm on the man’s nape and grips his coarse hair. She moans her pleases, stops, and there there theres, not knowing if she wants the night to end now or go longer.
The man returns to the bed and lays her down on her stomach. Ass up, he breeds her, hard, holding her down by the nape and fucking into her ass, reaching deep she could almost feel her in her stomach. A dull glowing sensation starts to emanate from her lower belly as she’s fucked even harder. The sensation spread downwards to her legs and her toes. The man envelops her whole being, from the feeling of skin against skin, to the sound of his balls slapping against her wet folds, to the smell of cum and sweat and lube and god knows what else spread on her body.
“Clench tight, pretty. Gonna cum any minute now.”
Akaashi tenses, body snapping at the change in angle of the man’s thrusts. The walls of her ass are sore but gives in to the final rush of ecstasy as she reaches her climax. The loud jeering of the other man in the room hints that she squirted her release. The man on top of her slaps her ass, twice, thrice, in an attempt to tighten her up impossibly more before he groaned and spurted his load.
The man waits for his cock to soften before he pulled out. Akaashi’s erratically convulses as she was freed from the heavy weight above her. Eyes rolling almost at the back of her head, she doesn’t notice one of the two men approach her, holding the camera as he records her fucked out face.
Faintly, she smells cigar smoke burning somewhere in the room.