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Burned (Gunner x Kiandra_Black)

Riley was babbling about reptiloids living in lava tubes under the extinct volcano at Mount Shasta as Becca teased Jon.

Jon turned back to look at he as she reached for his fly. Somehow he knew exactly what she planned and he gave her a hard, venomous stare, although he didn't move away or attempt to stop her at all. He closed his eyes hard as she slipped him into her mouth, reaching over and grabbing her thigh, hard. He squeezed her thigh harder the closer he got to the edge, although he never peaked, which made him all the more pissed off. His jaw set as she glared out the window, his nails digging into Becca's leg.

After what seemed like an eternity, they arrived, and Jon quickly grabbed his bags and the machine gun (wrapped in his jacket)and followed Riley in. That proved to be a dubious prospect, as Riley knocked on the door then scamper away down the hallway. Jon sighed & shook his head slightly. The door opened just a crack.

"We're with... were with Riley." Jon said.

"Get inside. Hurry up."

"I'm Bob. He's Eric. The blond said simply.
 
Becca raised an eyebrow as Riley scampered away and sighed. That man was a hazard to himself and others. As the door opened, she kept her eyes on the hallway, watching their back as Jon interacted with the men in front. They were hurried into the apartment, and Becca took one look at the security camera at the end of the hall and cursed.

The door closed behind them, and Becca took a look around their surroundings, before looking at the two men. She nodded to each of them, before asking, "The camera in the hall, I presume that's yours right?"
"Yeah. We like to know what's coming."
"And it can't be tracked?"
"Do you think we're amateurs? That camera can only be connected to My computer babe."
"It's Rebecca. Not babe. Try to remember that." Becca was already a bit pissed with Bob's attitude as he simple smirked at her and ran his eyes over her body. He narrowed them in confusion when he came to the large handprinted bruise on her thigh before asking, "What happened to you?"
"Someone got a little handsy." She explained simply before turning to the one called Eric, "Do you guys have a bathroom I can use?"
"Yeah, down that hall. Second door on the left."
"Thanks." She sent him a grateful smile and headed down, her hips swaying naturally. She never realized all three men had turned their heads to the side to watch her ass as she walked down the hall.
 
Jon glared at them for a couple seconds, then finally dropped bags.

"She's been sick a bit lately, I'm gonna check on her."

And with that he followed Becca down the hallway, slipping into the bathroom just as she was closing the door. He shot her a look, one that let her know exactly what was about to happen. And with that, he shoved her against the wall, hard, grabbed the hem of her shorts and yanked her shorts down to her ankles, exposing her soaked panties, clinging to her curve & crease of her wet, needy pussy. Jon pressed himself up against her, sandwiching her; the wall at her back, his muscled form and hard cock at her front. He grabbed her arms and pinned them against the bathroom wall.

"And now you're gonna get what all teases get, a rough, hard fucking."

And with that he reached into his pants and pulled out a knife, gently running the blade up her thigh, under the side strap of her panties, then severed it with a flick of his wrist, leaving the tiny bit of fabric to flop against the other leg, leaving her sex, his goal, uncovered. With a growl he reached down and got his own cock out, but instead of getting right to it, he decided to give her a bit of a tease back. He jammed a roughly shoved a finger deep into her pussy, curling his finger, hooking her pussy, pressing against her g-spot as he roughly pulled upwards.
 
She watched him from her position and didn't disappoint as she felt his knife slowly traveling up her leg. She knew he wouldn't cut her, but she couldn't stop the knee-jerk reaction to him cutting her lace panties.
Damnit, those were one of her favored pairs of panties.

She groaned as she felt his finger roughly enter her, then gasped as he hooked her pussy with it. Her hips followed his finger up, the stimulation of her g-spot painful and pleasurable at the same time. She gasped again and pulled a leg up, hooking it around his knee and pulling him to her, causing him to momentarily loose his balance. She welcomed his weight against her, and whispered in his ear as he pulled away, "Are you going to use that cock on my pussy, or am I going to have to go and see how nice Eric and Bob really are?"
 
Jon barely managed to catch himself as she dragged him against her, still crushing Becca a bit between him and the wall.

"I don't care if they get a turn, just as long as I get what I want first."

Jon pulled his finger up again, although not quite as hard this time, enjoying feeling her juices dripping down his hand. He knew Becca liked it rough, and with the way she had teased him, she was gonna get it rough. He yanked her tank top up and her bra down, being sure to scrape her skin roughly with his nails, just like he knew she would do to him, his fingers leaving trails of her juices down her chest. With that, lust smouldering in his eyes, he grabbed her around her thin waist, lifted her up, and plunged her down roughly on his cock, his teeth clamping down around her exposed shoulder.

"If you scream, you might draw some other male attention. Or I might gag you. Or both." he whispered, before biting her ear lobe.
 
The strangled whine that escaped her was choked off. She smirked at his words and didn't really care if the other two males hear her or not. Her arms twisted around his shoulders, her nails digging in. She found she couldn't get to the skin underneath, and so she tore his shirt off him. Drawing him close she softly moaned in his ear, knowing he liked it when she vocalized her pleasure.

Her pussy tightened into a vise as she shifted her hips against him, making sure to brush her clit against the base of his erection. Her whole body tightened, strung up tight like a bowstring, and she gasped as her head fell back against the wall with a resounding thud.
 
"Damn I love crazy pussy..." Jon muttered from between his gritted teeth.

Any other time he'd be pissed that she had ripped his shirt off, but right now it felt right. Her tearing his clothes, clawing at his flesh, moaning in his ear and clenching around his cock felt right. Vaguely he realized that she was banging her head against the wall, so he wrapped a hand around the back of her skull and pulled it towards him. It just happened that he yanked it against his shoulder & neck, not thinking about what she might do with that opening.

He made a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl in Becca's ear, her incredible pussy getting even tighter as she rubbed her clit against him. One of his hands kept her head away from the wall to prevent a concussion, while the other locked around her waist, keeping her mounted on his iron-hard cock as his hips pounded away, slamming his considerable length into her pussy over & over again, enjoying the wet sound of her soaked pussy being pounded almost as much as he enjoyed the way she clamped around his cock like she wanted to choke it to death.
 
Becca growled again as he yanked her head towards him, but then realized he had placed her in a most perfect position. She started nibbling and biting his skin, and at the particularly hard thrusts, she would bite down, keeping her voice at a minimum, although she was still moaning and groaning at his pace.

Outside, the two agents were leering at the other, that perverted grin of a man who knew his friend was getting some in the other room. They weren't idiots, they knew exactly what was going on.

Inside the bathroom, Becca had to suck in a breath as an orgasm washed away all sense of direction, causing her to scream against his neck while her pussy shrunk around him.
 
Every time she bit him, he moaned and slammed into her a bit harder, and after a minute or so he pulled her mouth away and moved it to his other shoulder, letting her abuse his other side for a bit. When she suddenly screamed into his and tightened almost painfully around him, he leaned in to whisper hoarsely in her ear.

"I... want... mine..." he hissed, on the edge.

Meanwhile in the other room, Bob was reading a magazine when Eric, finally having had enough, stood.

"If I don't get any he doesn't get any..." he muttered.

"No one likes a cockblock." Bob replied calmly as Eric made his way back to the bathroom.

Eric threw open the door just as Mike finally came, finally getting the orgasm that he had been teased from & kept from for all those hours. He shifted his hips hard up against Becca's, slamming himself deep into her, possibly deeper than he ever had to date, and gave a loud, hissing grunt as he shot gout after gout of hot seed into her wet, tight pussy. It wasn't until after he came down a bit from it that he noticed the interloper, giving him a death stare.

"Can we help you?"
 
Becca opened her eyes, her attitude that of a well satisfied feline. Her half-lidded eyes took in Eric, who stood at the open doorway, her legs wrapped around Jon's waist as he came inside her. She smirked at Eric, cocking her head in question as Jon took a moment to realize that they had a visitor in the bathroom. She rolled her eyes at Jon's question, and then grinned at Eric's response.

"Your mama ever teach you to share?"

Becca couldn't hold back the laughter that bubbled through her at his question.
 
Jon glared at him for a moment, then finally shrugged.

"She doesn't seem to mind. Find a free hole."

And with that he pulled out of her pussy, spun her around, and started poking his cock at her back door. Eric didn't waste any time, quickly getting his pants off, laying down, and pulling Becca down onto his cock, disregarding the load of cum already inside her. He jammed his cock deep inside her, a cock about the same size as Jon's, while Jon readjusted his position, knelt down and pushed a bit slower than usual into her ass. As he was doing so, a quick shout from Eric drew Bob, who paused when he saw the scene in his bathroom.

"Join in, she's still got a hole free..." Jon teased.

Bob seemed reluctant for a moment, but only a moment. After a moment, he stepped forward, opening his pants and pulling out his cock and placing it right in front of Becca's face.
 
Becca moaned as she felt Eric join in, and leaned forward a bit to allow Jon entrance into her ass, bearing down to make his slide in easier. Although he was covered in his and her juices, she was still super tight, and so the slide in had more friction than usual. Becca grinned as Bob came in, and the look on her face told him she had absolutely no problem fucking the three of them. She smirked as he unbuckled his pants, and pulled out his dick, and she leaned up to place her lips around the end and start licking and kissing the tip.

Bob hissed at her motions, and she was in utter pleasure, pulling him in deep as she tightened her lower muscles around both Eric and Jon, that both men had to stop for a moment at the unbelievable tightness around this cocks. Plus, she was kind of locked around them, and neither could move for a second, before she released her muscles, bit by bit.
 
Jon gritted his teeth as she trapped both him & Eric for a few seconds, grunting. Thanks to her, it didn't take long for the three, particularly Jon due to his recent 'delayed gratification', to really get in touch with their more animalistic sides. Jon had a death grip on her hips from behind, and the deep thrusts of his thick cock were picking up speed as he spread the cheeks of her ass. Beneath her, Eric was slamming his cock against the back of her womb, her hands first roughly groping her breasts, then moving on to playing with her nipples equally as roughly. And Bob, the latecomer, after her expert work on his cock, finally started to get into it. As she licked and kissed his cock, he suddenly grabbed a handful of her red hair in each hand and thrust his hips forward as he pulled her mouth down on his cock.
 
Becca moaned around his cock, swallowing around the end, causing her throat to tighten around him. With the way Eric and Jon were working her over, she would be cumming soon. Her body moved with them, and she slid a hand down to play with her clit between their entwined bodies. A couple of light brushes and she was sent flying, gasping around Bob's cock as her body locked down for a moment, milking their cocks before slowly relaxing around them, causing little aftershocks of pleasure to shoot up her spine.
 
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