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By (user no longer on site) OP 14 weeks ago
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Alice and Peter took a detour from their usual route, the monotonous hum of the motorway giving way to the quiet stillness of the night. The Motto services sign flickered in the distance, a beacon in the darkness, promising a brief respite from the road ahead. Alice had been feeling restless, her body craving something more than the lukewarm coffee and stale pastries that filled the services that night. She suggested they stretch their legs with a walk around the perimeter, a proposal that Peter, ever eager to indulge her whims, readily accepted.
As they strolled hand in hand, the moon cast a silvery glow over the deserted lorry park, the towering vehicles standing like sentinels in the night. Alice felt a thrill of excitement, the danger and the illicitness of their location charging the air. Her heart raced as Peter's hand found its way to the small of her back, his fingers grazing the edge of her skirt, hinting at the depraved evening that lay ahead.
Their steps grew more deliberate as they approached the bushes at the back of the lorry park. Alice could feel her arousal growing, her pussy swelling and pulsing with anticipation. Peter, noticing her urgency, leaned in and whispered, "You want it, don't you, you dirty fucking slut!" His voice was a low growl, thick with lust. Alice nodded, unable to form words, her eyes glazed with desire.
With a sudden jolt, Peter pushed her into the dense foliage, the thorns of the bushes grazing her bare legs as she stumbled forward. She let out a gasp of shock and pleasure, her knees buckling slightly. Behind her, Peter's breath was hot and ragged in her ear. "You're going to get what you deserve," he murmured, his hand reaching around to unbutton her jeans. Alice felt the zipper slide down, the cool air hitting her exposed skin making her shiver.
Her eyes darted around, searching for the unseen men she knew were there. The rustling of leaves and the occasional snicker gave them away, their presence a tantalizing mystery that only heightened her excitement. Peter's hand slipped into her panties, and she gasped as his fingers found her wetness, slipping easily along her slit. "You're so fucking wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "They're going to love this pussy."
Alice felt a hand grab her by the hair, yanking her head back. She let out a whimper, her eyes meeting the leering gaze of a burly truck driver, his stubbled face cast in shadow but his grin gleaming in the moonlight. He was the first to step out of the shadows, his bulging crotch telling her all she needed to know. The grip on her hair tightened, and she felt herself being pushed to her knees, her skirt and panties yanked down around her ankles. The cold, damp earth sent a jolt through her body, but it was quickly replaced by a white-hot surge of arousal.
The lorry driver stepped closer, his towering frame blocking out the moon. Alice could feel his cock pressing against her cheek, hot and insistent. She opened her mouth eagerly, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty precum that beaded the tip. Peter watched, his own cock straining against his pants, as Alice began to suck with a fervor that surprised even herself. The driver groaned, his grip on her hair tightening as he thrust into her mouth, pushing her face against his crotch. She gagged slightly, but the sound only seemed to excite him more.
Another set of hands grabbed her, pulling her to her feet and spinning her around. Alice found herself face to face with a second man a much older that looked strangely familiar, his grin just as wicked as the first's. His cock was already out, bobbing in the air before her, and without hesitation thinking of someone she knew very well, she took it into her mouth. The sensation of two cocks in her mouth was overwhelming, her jaw stretching wide as she tried to accommodate them both. Peter's eyes were wide with lust as he watched, his hand now unzipped and stroking himself furiously.
The sounds of zippers and the rustle of fabric grew louder as more men emerged from the shadows. Alice felt a thrill of fear, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the insatiable hunger that consumed her. Hands were everywhere, groping her breasts, her ass, her thighs. The men pushed and pulled at her, each one eager to claim their share of her. She moaned around the cocks filling her mouth, her pussy quivering in anticipation. And then, without warning, she felt the first hot spurt of cum hit the back of her throat, followed quickly by another. She swallowed greedily, her eyes watering with the effort, but she didn't miss a beat. This was what she wanted, what she needed.
As the men took turns with her mouth, others stepped forward to claim her pussy. Alice's legs were spread wide, her body on display for all to see. They were rough, their hands calloused and ungentle, but she reveled in it. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each cock filling her more than the last. Peter stepped back, watching as his girlfriend was used like a ragdoll, passed from one man to the next. He knew he couldn't stop it now even if he wanted to, and the thought only made him harder. This was the dark fantasy they had talked about for so long, and now it was playing out before his very eyes.
The men took her in every conceivable position despite her protests, their grunts and curses echoing through the night. Alice felt a mix of pain and pleasure, her body both recoiling and begging for more. She could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate the onslaught, her juices, her uncontrolled squirting mixing with their cum to create a sticky mess that coated her thighs, rubbed into her breasts,face and hair. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air, a heady aroma that only served to drive her desire higher as theirs.
And through it all, Peter remained a silent observer, his hand a blur as he stroked himself. He knew he would be the last, the one to fill her up one final time before they were done. The thought made him ache, his balls heavy with cum. He watched as the men took her, one after another, unforgiving, her body trembling with each hot fountain of cum pumped into her pussy, ass and thought. He could see the fear in her eyes, but it was tinged with something else, something truly wild and untamed.
As the final man pulled out, Alice collapsed to the ground, her body spent and trembling. Peter stepped forward, his cock pulsing with need. He looked down at her, her face streaked with cum and dirt, and felt a strange mix of love and dominance. He positioned himself between her behind her, his cock nudging at her swollen pussy. "You're going to take this!" he said with dominant husky tone, and with one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her. Alice screamed, the sensation too much, but Peter didn't stop. He fucked her hard and fast, his own orgasm building rapidly.
The men around them watched, their own climaxes forgotten in the face of Peter's raw, possessive reclaim.
Alice's eyes rolled back in her head as Peter's cock filled her, his cock now coated with others loads from inside her. The feeling was indescribable, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. She could feel her pussy spasming around him as the mixture of load after of cum, piss and her own cum poured down his balls, her body eargley milking his shaft.
The final minutes of their rendezvous were a blur of movement and sensation. Alice's cries grew louder, echoing through the bushes, as Peter's hips pounded into her. She could feel the men around them growing restless, their cocks hardening again at the sight of Peter's animalistic reclaiming of her. The air was electric with lust, and she knew that she was the center of their world in that moment.
With a roar, Peter reached his peak, his cock pulsing deep inside her. He collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the ground as he emptied himself into her welcoming pussy. Alice's body shuddered with the force of her own climax, her muscles tightening around him in a final, desperate spasm. The men around them watched, their lust-filled gazes never leaving the couple as they lay tangled in the aftermath of their depraved union.
As Peter pulled out, Alice felt a warm flood of cum slip from her now loose and swollen pussy, mingling with the musky wetness already coated between her legs. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, and whispered, "I love you." He flipped her over leaned in and kissed her deeply, his tongue now tasting the remnants of the men on her. "And I love watching you get fucked like the slut you are, baby" he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that belied the harshness of his words.
They gathered their clothes, the reality of their actions slowly seeping back in. Alice felt a strange sense of pride at the thought of the men's cum still somewhat inside her, a mark of her complete surrender. They walked back to the car, the cold night air a stark contrast to the heat of their encounter. As they drove away, Alice couldn't help but glance back at the lorry park, the shadows playing tricks on her eyes. The memory of that night would stay with them both, a dark secret that only served to strengthen their bond. And in the quiet moments when they were alone, they would both wonder when they would dare to return to the place where they had truly discovered each other's darkest desires.
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