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A Drunken Mistake (ChattyChell and Libraryman) (NFSW)

"Come and sit with us." Sam beckoned to Freya as he zipped his pants back up. "We can't have you just laying on the table all night."

Should Freya take a seat, she'd find her shirt missing, forcing her to leave her chest bare. Jack had scooped it up and tucked it away into his jacket before she had a chance to sit down. After all, him and his friends had some catching up to do and it would be nice to have some eye candy while they talked. That, and maybe some more entertainment when they recovered after a while.

The server soon came in with a dustpan and broom, as well as extra glasses for each of them. After setting the cups down carefully she got to sweeping up the broken glass that had scattered on the floor. While this was happening the curtain once again was left open, exposing the teen to the crowd beyond. There were some gawkers of course, but most were more interested in the exotic dancers or the more available servers.

"I think we could do with some food." James said as he leaned back in the booth. He and the other two men gave the waitress their orders for various things like wings and ribs before turning to Freya. "How about you sweetheart? Want anything to eat besides dick tonight?"
 
Once Freya was sitting up right, she looked between all three men once more before scooting back to sit next to Sam, not feeling as caged in next to him as she was with Jack and James. Even though she still couldn't get up if she wanted to. She winced at the sight of the table, stained with all their mixed cum, reminding her of the semen that was cooling all over her body and face. She blushed deeply, keeping her head down as tears threatened to fall once more. She had enjoyed it once again, cumming as she was raped by Jack, by his friends. She felt so dirty, so used. She couldn't even trust her own body, not around them, not with the reactions they forced out of her.

She was finally snapped out of her thoughts when James asked if she wanted anything to eat. Her head jerked up, finding not just three, but four pairs of eyes on her. Her blushed deepened as her arms came up, crossing over herself to try and hide her nakedness, to hide what had obviously happened to her. Not realizing that the sever had already seen her on the table, knew and didn't care what the men did to her.

"I- Just a w-water please," she stuttered, trying to fix her skirt while looking for her shirt, trying to keep herself covered. She deflated slightly when she realized it was missing, a small piece peaking out from underneath Jack's jacket. Her stomach growled and she blushed more before adding on, "A-and some fries t-too, please."
 
Jack didn't seem to mind that Freya had gone to sit between Sam and James as she stuttered through her request. It wasn't like he couldn't use her for the rest of the night after all. The young woman took all of their orders and once again left the booth, closing the curtain behind her to leave the group to their privacy.

It was then that the three men began to talk shop. Mainly Jack and Sam asked James about his businesses. It seemed he owned a few clubs like this one, and was reaping the benefits very nicely. As they spoke the waitress returned with a tray of their food, handing out the baskets to all of them and left a pitcher of water with a cup for Freya.

The men continued speaking business for a while, for about maybe an hour. They had moved on to chat about Jack's landscaping business after a while, more food being ordered and delivered through that time. It wasn't quite as lucrative as James' business but it was still quite good apparently. However it was about then that they turned to begin talking to Freya.

"So what were you planning on doing for a career, girl?" Sam asked her as he slid closer to the mostly nude teen to wrap his strong arm over her shoulders. "Or are you just focusing on graduating right now?"

"When does your new year start by the way?" James butted in as he finished a chicken wing off. "I bet all the boys are eager to see you again there."
 
Freya drank down a full cup of water, washing the cum sticking to her throat down, before she refilled her glass and started slowly eating her fries. She kept her head down, eyes on her plate, as she listened to the three men talk. She furrowed her brows at the description of the clubs that James owns. It sounded like brothels rather than normal clubs, men paying for sex, and had her blushing deeper as she rolled her shoulders, hunching into herself as she ate. The mention of Jack's landscaping business, and the fact that Sam worked with him, sparked the memory of something for the teen, but her mind was still too fuzzy from the alcohol and sex to parse through what it was trying to remember.

She jumped slightly, spilling some water past her chin and onto her bare breasts when she tried to take a drink, when Sam put his arm around her and the focus was once more on her. She paused, taking a moment to wipe the cold water from her skin, wondering why they would express any interest in her. After all she was only a toy to all three of them, a set of holes to use and abuse and damn her feelings on the matter. But she glanced at Jack, sure that he would punish her if she didn't at least try to answer, using some excuse that she was rude. So she unfurled herself and glanced at the men before turning her eyes back to her meager meal.

"I-I haven't decided yet." she started slowly, her voice only barely heard over the loud music and the din of the other customers, but she couldn't get herself any louder. "I'm supposed to use this year to figure out what I want to do."

She glanced at James when he spoke up, shaking her head. "They don't care about me." Guys at her school barely give her a first look, let alone a second, not when there are much prettier and more popular girls to go after at her school. She may be friends with some of her classmates, but none of them were interested in dating her.

Freya bit her lip, unsure if she should tell them when the school year was starting. Would they be able to figure out what school she went to from what Jack already knew about her with that information. He already found out where she lived and worked, already harassed her at her work, is no doubt planning to do so at her home as well. She ate another fry as she glanced at Jack from beneath her lashes, he would definitely punish her further if he perceived her as being rude, especially to his friends, probably by forcing another sex act onto her. She sighed quietly into her plate. "The school year starts back up in a couple weeks."
 
"I'm surprised that the boys don't care more for you." Jack told her, looking her body up and down hungrily as he did. "I think your body type is perfect. So nice and curvy, the perfect shape honestly."

"At least you have us to show you how much you are appreciated." Sam said as he pulled her in closer to speak into her ear. "We wouldn't be giving you such special treatment if we didn't think you deserved it."

As he spoke, the man reached over with his other hand to rest on her leg. It didn't take long for it to slide up and begin rubbing against her pussy once more through the fabric of her panties. Apparently, Sam was ready for another go, as evidenced by the bulge growing in his pants again.

"We can treat you better than any boy at that school of your anyways." He said as he dug a finger into the thin material covering her, the cloth dipping slightly past her petals. "Don't you think?"
 
She ducked her head once more, embarrassed by the compliments that they were giving her. "Yes, well," she cleared her throat, sipping on some water as she squirmed in her seat. "I'm not exactly the type of girl high school guys normally go for."

She squeaked softly as Sam pulled her closer to his body, his breath hot against her ear. His large hand on her bare leg before reaching up and up until his fingers were rubbing against her. She couldn't swallow her moan as he teased her pussy lips through the fabric of the thong, rubbing at her as wetness began to soak into the fabric. She couldn't even pretend this time that it was the cum pushed into her body by the men, since it had stopped leaking from her and had mostly dried into the fabric and on her skin, except where it had been cleaned away when she spilled water onto herself.

Freya groaned softly, turning into Sam's shoulder, his neck, to try and muffle her sounds as he started to dig into her, pushing the small scrap of fabric up into her. She squirmed, rocking her hips once more against the teasing touches, her body naturally seeking out pressure, wanting to feel good once more and not be tormented.
 
"How could anyone see this picture and not desire it?" Sam said as he continued to tease her with his fingers, not yet bothering to slip into her folds as her body moved to meet his attentions. "Especially with one so willing and eager!"

His grip shifted again, taking the hem of her skirt in hand. He began tugging on it, pulling the short piece of clothing out from beneath her ass to let it fall to the floor. Again, his hand quickly went back to her pussy to stroke and poke at it through the cloth, teasing her. Sam was trying to get her worked up. More willing to do things for him.

"Do me a favor and bend over the table." The man told Freya with a lusful growl in the crook of her neck as he gave it a quick nibble. "And reach back to pull your cheeks open when you do. I want to have a turn trying a hole."
 
Because this picture is a lie. But Freya couldn't say it, not if she wanted to stay out of trouble. Not that it really mattered anymore. Could Jack's punishments really be worse than what he was already forcing her to do? To force her to whore herself out to him, to his friends, to complete strangers? The problem was she didn't know the answers, didn't really want to risk finding out, her eyes finding Jack once more before she forced herself to look away. To look anywhere but at the three men, the crowd outside the curtain, some of whom where blatantly, obviously watching, much to Freya's horror. As was the realization that she had been so lost in the sex before that she hadn't noticed the strangers watching them, watching her.

Freya whimpered as she slowly lifted her hips, making it easier for Sam to pull off the scrap of fabric that dared to call itself a skirt. As it landed around her ankles, her ass once more against the cushion, softening the discomfort from James forcing his too-big cock into her right hole, Sam once again had his fingers on her cunt. Teasing her through the thong. She couldn't stop her moans and mewls as he worked her up, nibbling on her neck as he growled into her skin, causing shivers to run throughout her body.

She blushed, moving the items on the table to give herself room without knocking anything over and giving more work for the poor servers. She could feel James and Jack watching her as she lay on her belly, shivering since the table had significantly cooled from when she was last on it. Her nipples, which had been forced hard all night, tightened further in shock, the little pink peaks at the point of being painful. She reached back, and knowing it was the next thing to go, pushed the thong down her thighs where it stopped. She spread her cheeks like Sam demanded and turned her head, facing the back of the booth so she wouldn't have to look at the men, so she wouldn't have to face the crowd. She closed her eyes tight as she felt her slick staining her petals, no doubt strings of her arousal and the other men's cum attaching itself to her skin when it snapped off her underwear.
 
Knowing what was about to happen, James handed over his bottle of lube to Sam. Jack had made a deal with them earlier over the phone that they could use her as much as they could, but her pussy was off limits. For now at least. He wanted to make sure that it was him that knocked up the teen, not the others. To give himself that last step in truly dominating the girl.

"I don't know if there is a man alive who could say no to this." Sam said in awe as he looked at the soaked slit and abused asshole peering back at him. "Damn, this is just too good."

So Sam took the lube gratefully, and pulled down his pants to allow his cook to spring free. Its length slapped down to rest snugly between Freya's cheeks, grinding against her ass as she held it open for him. Taking the cap off of the lube he squeezed a decent amount onto his member, a few drops dribbling onto her open and waiting ass below as he slathered it on.

With his hefty rod now prepared, the man drew back his hips to allow for his mushroomed tip to slide down the teen's crack. It was soon resting at her abused ass, the tip prodding the still slightly drooling hole. Content to watch as Freya held herself open, Sam simply pushed forwards. There was something extremely erotic about having a girl offer their body to one's self in such a manner after all. Luckily for her, his member wasn't quite as large as James', but since her hole had never been used or even trained it was still a fairly slow process.
 
Freya was panting, worked up from his teasing touches, as she lay waiting on the table. As she spread her cheeks, she could feel her little hole was gaping from the abuse it had suffered, not only from the plug but also from James fucking her open. She was shocked that the ring had not been ripped apart with the rough treatment she had suffered, at Jack's hands earlier when he had shoved the tail plug into her and at James fucking her. But there was burning sting, only the uncomfortable stretch of worked muscles loosening up.

She bit her lip, knowing there was no response to his words as Sam prepared to fuck her further open. Even though she knew it was coming, that she expected it, she still jumped when Sam's fat cock sprung free from his pants and slapped against her skin. She couldn't swallow her moan as he ground against her skin, teasing them both, the sound ending in a hiss as the cold lube splashed against her skin, against her not so puckered hole, as Sam worked it over his cock.

She shivered, mewling, as she felt him pull back, the head leaving a warm trail of warmed up lube and precum as he dragged it down her ass. Lining up and prodding at her before slowly pushing in. She groaned at the slow stretch, he wasn't as big as James but her hole had slowly closed itself over the hour that they had not been using her. Even though Sam wasn't as big as James, he was still uncomfortably large, filling her and stretching her. Her nails digging into the flesh of her ass as she tried not to clench, tried not to bear down. Prevent his entry and push him back out. Not that she could. Jack had already taught her that lesson, she would not be able to prevent these men from entering her body, no matter what she did.

She moaned as he continued to slowly force his way into her tight asshole, each thrust forcing her up onto her toes, her back arching in a way that she knew that, once he was hilted, would push him deeper into her. She hated it even as her voice continued to echo around them in her pleasure, her body betraying her once again as her juices flooded her pussy, her slick mixes with Jack's seed slowly dripping down her thighs, soaking the fabric there and falling past to continue down her legs. Her face red from the shame of it all even as her hair had fallen in a way to act as her own private curtain. The dark locks hiding her away.
 
"Damn girl, you sure love to get your holes filled, don't you?" Sam panted as he pressed further into the teen, eliciting noises from her as he did. "So needy..."

And with one final thrust, he at last hilted himself into her rear. The man was able to go exceptionally deep too since Freya was so kindly opening herself wide for him, keeping her plush rear out of the way. Unlike James though he wanted little time in getting started and pulled back only to drive all the way home in one long stroke.

His hips clapped loudly against her ass, the heavy sack hanging low below his member slapping into her pussy at the same time. Then again he repeated the motion, going past the point where he was beginning to grunt and groan to add to the noises that Freya herself was making. Even with the sloppy seconds Sam was greatly enjoying himself as she had still remained a decent amount of tightness after her initial use.

"I think I could probably go for a blow job after she's done entertaining Sam." Jack said to James as they watched the teen succumb to the pleasure of getting her ass railed on the table before them.

"You know, I was thinking the same thing." James replied with a wide grin. "I want to see how much she can fit down her throat."
 
Freya groaned at his words, wanting to deny it but unable to. She couldn't form the words as he thrust into her, taking over her body, her senses, just like the two men in front of her. The air was pushed out of her lungs when he finally hilted inside of her, her stretched out hole fluttering around him, just like it did for James. She whimpered when he pulled back only to cry out when Sam shoved himself back into her in one stroke. She let go of her ass cheeks, bracing herself on the table, her head laying on one arm in attempt to muffle herself, as his rough thrusts forced her into the table over and over again. She could already feel the bruises developing on her thighs, her hips. Each thrust, and the edge of the table against her belly, forcing the air from her lungs, leaving her as a panting, drooling mess.

She could feel wetness all around her body, knowing that cum was starting to leak from both holes once more, mixing with her slick and the lube rubbing off of Sam and onto her which each thrust. When the other two voices broke through the fog of her brain, she whined at their talk of using her mouth next.

Wetness pooled in the crease of her arm from her mouth her eyes at the rough treatment from all three of them. At the realization that between the starch and the grease of the fries and the water she had been drinking for the last hour, the alcohol was leaving her system faster than she had hoped. Sobering her up. She sobbed, knowing she wouldn't be able to erase this night, that she was submitting to them willingly, no matter what her mind said.

Freya moaned and squirmed under Sam, each thrust, each swing of his heavy balls against her cunt, stimulating her, bringing her higher and higher. She was being dragged to that peak once again, about to cum from her abuse, at the hands of the man who forces her to call him master, at the hands of his friends.
 
Sam wanted to go deeper, faster, harder. This was the best ass he'd ever had and he wanted to make it something to remember. Leaning forward, the man wrapped his arms around to Freya's front, his hands grabbing hold tightly onto her breasts. The hefty globes felt soft and malleable in his fingers and he squeezed them firmly, pulling her backwards to meet his rapid thrusts into her body. They served as perfect handholds for leverage this way.

"Fuck, I'm almost there!" Sam exclaimed loudly into her ear, his hips and sack slapping noisily into her backside with every flex of his hips. "I hope you're ready for another load!"

And just a few moments later, he let out one final cry of ecstacy as he slammed himself home deep inside of her. His balls twitched and pulsed against her once again wet pussy as they gifted her with his second load of the night. All the while he kneaded her chest in his hands, teasing and tweaking her sensitive nipples as he did, not caring much for how tender they were.
 
Freya moaned as heat covered her back, weight pushing her down into the table. As hands wedged themselves underneath her, groping roughly at her breasts. She whimpered as he gripped them tight, pain shooting down her body and going straight to her clit. Her mind too fogged to stop those wires from being crossed. She grunted as Sam used her body as leverage to thrust faster, harder into her. She jumped, flinching away, as he shouted in her ear, warning her of his impending release.

She mewled as his thighs, his balls, slapped harshly against her sex until he finally shoved himself as deep as he could go and stayed there. She closed her eyes tight and bit hard into the meat of her arm as she felt herself cumming, the heat of his seed filling her guts and the twitching, pulsing, of his balls against her clit finally sending her over that edge. She moaned softly, both holes clenching and pulsing, as she sagged in Sam's grip. She whimpered, even as she was still slowly orgasming, at his rough treatment of her sensitive breasts, pinching her nipples and squeezing the plump flesh.

As she finally came down, Sam still lodged deep in her ass, she swallowed, copper on her tongue from where her teeth cut into the flesh of her arm. She groaned softly, the pain belatedly racing through her, as she slowly removed her teeth from flesh. She sniffled, relaxing as much as she could while she waited for Sam to have his fill and let her up.
 
When Sam finally withdrew, his cock make a slick 'pop' noise as it emerged from Freya's rear end. A couple last spurts splashed her cheeks, but most of his seed was now drooling out from the abused hole he'd just used. The man quickly sat back down and fixed his pants, panting as he regained his breath.

Meanwhile, the other two men were busy awaiting for their turn. They'd grown aroused once more as they watched the teen get railed on the table before them, and were indeed ready for more. So, they quickly undid their pants to allow their masculinity to emerge freely.

"As soon as you've caught your breath, you'll need to deal with us." Jack told her, eager to receive a blow job from his new pet. "Don't take too long, lest we lose our patience."
 
Freya groaned as Sam pulled out of her. She lay panting as his hot spend slowly started to ooze from her abused hole. She whimpered, exhausted, when Jack commanded that she deal with him and James on e more. It took a couple minutes for her to begin to move again, pulling up her sad excuse of panties once more but leaving the skirt behind. They would just take it off of her anyways.

When she sat up, falling into the booth next to Sam for a moment, she grabbed a clean napkin and started to clean up her face as best as she could. She glanced at Sam when finished and saw that he was still recovering, unlikely to move as she was trapped on the inside of the booth. She sighed quietly, glad that the music was loud enough that they wouldn't be able to hear her, before slowly moving to the floor, following the same path as Sam earlier in the night.

she blushed, embarrassed, as she crawled on the floor beneath the table until she sat between Jack's legs. She shivered as cum continued to leak from her, glancing up at him from beneath the table. She looked away quickly, hating him, hating herself for what he has done to her, what he has turned her into.

She wiped her fingers on the skirt on the floor before wrapping them around his cock. She pumped him a couple of times before opening her mouth, licking the salty precum beading on the head. She closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around it, sucking and licking as she continued to stroke his cock. Slowly following her hand as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Pulling back before going further, only stopping when he reached the back of her throat, just before her gag reflex.
 
A loud groan emanated from Jack's throat as Freya took his manhood into her mouth. His head was thrown back as he held his hands at his sides, letting the girl do all of the work. One of said hands though took out his phone to take another photo of the girl, getting a nice shot of her lips wrapped about his girth like a whore.

"Hey, don't forget about me, girl." James barked at her, his own member bobbing in the air neglected. "You're working both of us right now, not just one at a time. Figure it out fast or I'll call in a few of my bouncers to help you learn real quick."

He looked like he meant the threat. His lips had curled up into a snarl that openly displayed his annoyance at being left out, and he tapped his foot impatiently. Like her master, this man looked like he didn't make empty threats.
 
Freya glanced up at Jack when she caught his movement only to close her eyes at his phone pointing at her once more, unable to hide her face away as she bobbed on his cock. She jumped when James barked at her, whimpering at his threat of calling more men to use and abuse her. She wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping him as well, as she pulled off of Jack.

She shuffled around on her knees, careful to not hit her head on the table, until she was resting between the two men. She glanced up at James once more before she quickly swallowed his cock, not wanting to unintentionally provoke him into following through with his threat. She gagged slightly at the taste, he hadn't cleaned himself off since he fucked her puckered hole, but forced herself to descend on him quickly. Her tongue working him over in hopes of getting rid of the taste.

She pumped both cocks together, switching between the two men once one had reached the back of her throat, as she kneeled on the sticky floor beneath the table. Tears gathering in her eyes, not only from the uncomfortable stretch of her jaw, but also from forcing each dick into her mouth until she was hitting her gag reflex over and over.

Freya was panting when her mouth was free, her throat feeling dry no matter how much saliva each cock forced her to produced. She didn't seem to realize that she was actually starting to moan each time she wrapped her lips around each of them, swallowing and licking and humming each time she pushed them further and further. Squirming beneath the table as her juices started to flow once more after the orgasms that she already had that night. She blushed at the thought of the mess that would be under her when she was finally allowed up from the floor.

It only got worse when Jack's cockhead finally popped past the tight ring of her throat, Freya holding still for a moment as she swallowed around him, her lips against his pelvis. She moaned, squeezing her fingers around James and pumping in her tight fist when she belatedly realized that she had stopped, as she held Jack in her throat.
 
As Freya serviced both of the men before her, they both made grunts and groans of appreciation. Her efforts were certainly having the hoped for results as pre began to leak out their tips. They both looked quite pleased with everything she was doing.

"Damn kid, that's impressive." Jack breathed out the compliment to her as she managed to swallow his entire length, snapping another photo of his well behaved pet as she moaned about his girth. "Fuck, you're turning into a proper whore, aren't you?"

James allowed her to play with his member as she swallowed his friend. He enjoyed the feeling of her soft fingers after all, and he knew his turn would come. It wouldn't do to force her onto his own rod so suddenly after all. It might just scare her away.

"Keep going, sweetie." James encouraged her, a grin on his face. "Make us cum for you."
 
Freya blushed, groaning at Jack's words, as she swallowed the salty liquid, humming around him before slowly easing his length from her throat, her mouth. She pumped him fast, her fist tight around his girth, as she moved to wrap her lips around James' cock.

She slowly descended on him, following her pumping hand until she was swallowing around him as he pushed into her throat. She shuddered as her lips met his base, like she did with Jack. Even though she was opened up Jack, James still felt bigger, longer than Jack. She held him for as long as she could before she had to pull off. Panting as her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen.

She pumped both men as she caught her breath, her fists tight and wet around them both. Her knees aching as she worked them over faster, wanting to finish soon so she could get off the floor. She couldn't stop from resting against Jack's thigh as she caught her breath, shifting her weight around as pins and needles traveled down her legs, reaching for her toes.

She groaned softly into the fabric of his pants, trying to muffle herself while not being able to let go of either of them. Then swallowing Jack's cock once more, bobbing and pumping his shaft as she worked him closer to her throat once more. Her hand moving from his cock as she got closer to his pelvis into his pants, working over his balls with her slick fingers.
 
"Damn, this girl is a professional!" James exclaimed as Freya swallowed his cock whole. "You have practice or are you just a natural slut?"

"I think she was just born to be someone's whore. Thankfully, I was able to get her started with her potential." Jack chimed in, grunting as the teen massaged his member with delicate hands.

The two of them groaned and grunted, gasping at the feeling of her lips sliding up and over their manhoods. Freya was doing an incredible job for someone so new at this kind of work. Soon, Jack's member began to throb in her mouth, hinting at just how close he was. James was getting there too, though he needed just a little bit more work still.
 
Freya pulled off of Jack, wrapping her fingers tightly around his throbbing member once more before repeating her actions with James. Working his shaft into her mouth, down her throat, until she couldn't get it any further. She released his cock, stretching out her cramping fingers against the seat before slipping her hand down to his balls.

She closed her eyes against their words, hating how they were talking about her while she was forced to perform for them. She didn't want to be here, to be doing any of this. But they were right weren't they. Only a whore would be good at something like this. Only a natural slut would be as wet as she was from doing something like this. She wanted to go home, to hide under her covers and cry. She wanted to never have to face the world again, to never see Jack again. But she knew she was never going to get what she wanted. Jack would always be there, would always force her to come out of her safe space, force her to bend for him until she broke.

Closing her eyes tightly as small whimpers and moans escaped her, Freya continued to work James over. Swallowing him as she massaged his balls, coaxing him to cum again before she would switch back to Jack, who she was pumping with her tight fist to keep him close to his end as well. She could get one of the things she wanted tonight, at least. To be done being on her knees, under this table, for them both. Freya sank impossibly further down onto James' cock as she searched for his ending orgasm.
 
It didn't take much longer for Freya to see the results of her hard work. Soon after she swallowed James, the man threw back his head with a loud groan and the first couple spurts of cum blasted down her throat before he pulled himself from the teen's throat. As he began to spray himself over her face, Jack came too with a rough grunt as she still jerked him off.

Both the men blasted her face, hair, tits and belly with their loads together. It almost looked like they were painting a picture with Freya as their canvas. By the time they were both completely spent, it was obvious that she was going to have a difficult time cleaning herself off completely tonight.

"Good girl." Jack praised her, leaning forward to pet the back of her hair where their jizz hadn't reached. "Very good job."

"I need to get me one of these." James panted out as he sagged back into the seat of the booth, head laying back.
 
Freya groaned, swallowing around James as she felt him start to cum, before she was suddenly yanked up. Her eyes widened before she quickly closed them protecting them as both James and Jack started to spray their jizz all over her. She was panting, whimpering, as she stayed on the floor until they finished. She blushed when Jack pet the back of her head, praising her, carefully opening her lids to be sure none of their spend hit her eyes. She couldn't help but licking across her lips, her throat, mouth, dry. Unintentionally getting some of their cum on her tongue before forcing herself to swallow it.

She kept her gaze away from both men, careful not to glare at James for his words. No other women should be forced to subject themselves to what she has been forced to do. But Freya knew better already than to say anything. Instead she slowly crawled into the seat between them, stretching out her legs and curling her toes under the table to get the feeling back, cum and slick still staining her skin. When she lowered her feet, she used her heel to try and hook the skirt still on the floor, wanting to drag it closer to her so she could put it back on.

Once seated, she reached across the table, still panting, her hands shaking, to grab some of the unused paper napkins. She started cleaning up her face and hair as best as she could, leaving the rest of it on her body, knowing she wouldn't be clean until she showered when she got home, if ever again. She swallowed the pathetic whimper that tried to crawl out of her throat when the paper napkins did only so much to clean her up before she reached across the table once more to grab her water cup, chugging what was left in the glass.
 
Jack and James watched appreciatively as Freya liked up and swallowed some of their cum. She was a damn fine sight now. A young girl on her knees, wearing practically nothing and drenched in spunk. It was what every man could ever hope for.

With her now seated between them, Jack wrapped an arm about her waist and pulled her in close before beginning to chat with his friends again. It almost seemed like she was forgotten now. Just a piece of arm candy for her master to hold onto. Like she was there for decoration until they saw fit to use her again.

After a while though they seemed to be growing a little restless. Like they were itching do do something again. Sam excused himself to go hit the dance floor, and James had to go and deal with some business shortly thereafter, each leaving the curtain open for brief moments that fully exposed Freya in all her glory. That left just the two of them together alone again.

"Shall we go hit the dance floor then, pet?" Jack said to her, once more petting her hair and down to the bare skin of her back before stroking her hair all over again. "I'm feeling like it would be a fun change of pace."
 
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