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My Billionaire Fiancé Paid a Group of Strangers to Teach Me a Lesson — 4

But I ended up teaching him a lesson instead

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Part 4: The Grand Finale.

“Who wants to fuck me next?”

There’s come dripping down chin and down my thighs.

I never expected to be gangbanged in an abandoned yoga studio by a group of strangers while my fiancé unwittingly recorded it, but here we are.

“Shit, this is insane,” Westley rasps, running a hand through his hair, his curls looking a little more unkempt than they had earlier. “I can’t believe you’re letting us do this.”

“What can I say?” I swipe a finger through the spunk drying on my face and pop it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the digit, sucking it clean. “I’m entering my slut era.”

“Lucky us,” Marco laughs, still squeezing at his cock, looking halfway ready to bust. He gets down on the yoga mat next to me, squirting a liberal amount of lube on his hard length. It’s all the invitation I need.

“Gonna sit on you,” I tell him, my body sore and aching and treacherously empty. “I want you guys to fuck me until I can’t even walk out of here.”

That’s all the warning I give him. And then I’m scooting backwards into him, reaching around behind myself to take him in my hand, guiding his swollen cock into my tight ass.

Marco sucks in a breath. “Nghhh, fuck — !”

I impale myself on him, my legs splayed wide as I take him all the way in, his moan sexy and guttural in my ear. He wraps his arms around me, hands sliding up my trembling stomach to grope at my tits as he lets me ride him.

“Can I get in there too?” Dom asks, kneeling in front of me, freeing his dick and flicking at my skirt, lifting it out of the way.

Instead of answering, I wordlessly pull Dom toward me, exhaling happily to find myself sandwiched between the two men.

Dom captures my exhale in a kiss, his tongue invading my mouth with fierce intensity, his cock gliding against my dripping folds. It’s passionate and intense and I let myself indulge in a happy little shiver as I imagine my fiancé’s furious jealousy.

Preston wishes he could make me squirm like this.

Dom sinks deep into my cunt, frantic and careless and a little rough, and it’s exactly how I want it.

I want Preston to see me taking it hard. I want to show him how much I love it like this: nasty and uncontrolled and passionate — everything that our own bland fuck-sessions never were.

“Harder,” I babble, pleading as I dig my blunt nails into Dom’s shoulders. Marco pumps into me from behind, pistoning in and out of my ass and matching our rhythm as best he can. “Fuck me, fuck me.”

Dom redoubles his efforts, rocking into me with brutal efficiency, my orgasm building and building beneath his ministrations, blocking out any other rational thought.

I don’t care if I’m being too loud. I don’t care if we get caught. All I care about are the bodies writhing against me, thrusting into me, using me, the camera catching every last bit of it.

I cry out when I feel Dom lose control, his cock fluttering and releasing deep inside my womb, dragging against my g-spot with agonizing perfection.

It’s hot and it’s overwhelming but it’s too soon. I whimper with frustration as Dom pulls out just a few pumps short of bringing me to my own completion.

“I’m so close, please — ” I screw down harder onto Marco’s cock, the anal stimulation not quite enough to bring me over the edge.

“I’ve got you,” Westley promises. He’s quick to take Dom’s place, his hands on my hips and his mouth on my neck, mounting me before I can even fully register what’s happening. His cockhead breaches my overused pussy, sinking in with a burning stretch, and it’s exactly what I need.

He’s bigger than Dom, and the abrupt fullness is enough to tip me over into ecstasy as he unceremoniously pounds into me.

“Like that, just like that,” I chant, losing all control of my voice and body as I let my head fall back onto Marco’s shoulder, my cries pitching higher as Westley ducks his head down lower to suckle at my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipple with skilled precision.

“Oh shit,” Marco groans behind me, and then his stamina is giving out. Our rhythm falls out of sync, tumbling into an unpredictable tempo that drags my orgasm out into something long and flowy and indeterminate.

One wave of pleasure leads into the next, my rapturous cries surely audible from the street.

Something wet and hot streaks across my collarbones. My fluttering eyes snap open to discover that Gabriel has a delightfully short refractory period — he’s jerking off onto me, painting me in more come.

All the better to show off to Preston.

I lean forward to take Gabriel’s spasming dick into my mouth, tasting myself on him, salty and sweet in turns. I eagerly nurse him through his last few spurts, swallowing him down until his face scrunches up from oversensitivity.

“Shit, that’s hot.” Westley’s eyes are hooded with arousal as he watches me licking Gabriel’s cock. He chases his own orgasm, fucking me hard and fast as I shudder in his arms.

My body is exhausted and drained and tender, but Westley’s pleasure is contagious. I can’t stop myself from tripping into another weak convulsion when he finishes, overwhelmed by the powerful slick-slide of his cock plunging into me.

His hips slam into mine as he spends himself, grinding me backward onto Marco’s softening cock where it’s still wedged securely in my ass.

When he’s given me everything he has, Westley drops his head to my shoulder, his grip on my waist finally loosening.

“That was wild,” he breathes.

“I’ve never been fucked like that before,” I admit, laughing a little giddily as I come down from my high. “I usually have to fake my orgasms.”

“Your fiancé really is a piece of shit, huh?” Marco comments dryly.

I laugh again. “Yeah.”

I stare directly at the camera as Westley pulls out of me, hoping my ex-fiancé can see how satisfied I am — hoping he can see the come slowly leaking out of me.

Biting my lip, I let out another exhausted moan as Marco carefully extracts himself too.

“Hey, Preston,” I call out to the camera, a petty glee blooming warm in my belly. “You’re terrible in bed and you never satisfied me once.”

“Fucked your girl better than you ever did,” Gabriel adds, giving the camera a little wink. Dom waves at it, a bright grin on his face. Jun merely flips it off.

I can barely stand, my legs trembling worse than a newborn fawn. Every inch of me is pulsing pleasantly in the afterglow.

I’m still in a daze as I get redressed, using my panties to wipe up any stray traces of come before I discard the ruined underwear in the trash. I like the idea of walking home in my short little skirt without anything on underneath, my cunt and ass still wet and swollen from how well I’ve been fucked.

When I’m finally somewhat presentable, I turn toward the others.

“Well.” I clear my throat, my face still flushed from all of our salacious activities. “This was lovely. Thanks for all the help, guys.”

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” Jun asks, rubbing at the back of his neck, apparently charmingly bashful when he isn’t busy coming all over my face. “We don’t want you to have to go back to your shitty fiancé.”

My stomach swoops, the idea of an encore sounding exceedingly pleasant. “Are you offering an alternative?”

“I’m free the whole weekend if you want to crash with me,” Westley pipes up. The other guys let out a chorus of agreement, each of them extending eager invitations.

“I’ll have to go back to Preston’s place to get all my stuff at some point,” I hedge, my body already burning with heat as my sated libido wakes back up, purring with anticipation. “But I think I’d very much like to spend the weekend with you guys. All of you.”

Marco gives me a handsome grin, holding the door open for me as we head out of the fitness center and back into the real world. “That sounds excellent.”

I cast one final look at the camera, its little red light staring back at me silently as a smile breaks across my face.

I can practically taste the humiliation, the shock, the absolute devastation that Preston will be feeling whenever he watches this recording.

I’m almost certain he’ll watch it again and again, jealous and aroused and probably crying onto his stupid Rolex.

Whatever Preston was expecting from hiring a group of six men to intimidate me back into chaste purity, I think it’s safe to say that I’m the one who’s had the last laugh.

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