Ksyukha is a slut.
In a residential district of the city, two guys were sitting on children's swings, their names were Denis and Oleg. They were swinging melancholically and drinking beer. Denis took a cigarette from the pack with his mouth and handed the pack to Oleg, who also took a cigarette. They lit up. Actually, they had gathered here to beat each other up, because it turned out they were fucking the same girl. But then they sensibly reasoned that fighting over some slut who was probably giving it to the whole neighborhood wasn't worth it.
"Anyway," Oleg said, taking a swig of beer, "I know how to punish that slut! I have a house left from my grandma and grandpa, no one lives in that village anymore, not even summer residents. That's where we'll
take her however we want and in all her holes."I have another idea," Denis grinned maliciously and flicked his cigarette butt into a trash can.
The next day, Ksyukha was returning home from work. The street was unexpectedly hot, a white summer night in St. Petersburg. On a night like this, Ksyukha dreamed, you shouldn't be working like a dog, but fucking somewhere on a granite embankment right by the water. Sometimes she would go to one of the Neva embankments, which was wide, and from the other bank you couldn't see her with the naked eye, she would pull down her panties and sit her bare ass on the cold granite benches. This excited her very much. She would masturbate and dream that someday, a guy would come along and fuck her right there. Unfortunately, all her partners lacked imagination; they were only good for a blowjob and fucking her doggy style. Some didn't even caress her, just jerked their dicks while she undressed and then immediately stuck it in. But she wanted more.
Ksyukha opened the door to the entrance hall; it was dark and cool inside. The elevator, of course, wasn't working, and she slowly, with her head bowed, began climbing to the 9th floor. Maybe precisely because Ksyukha was looking down, she didn't notice how on the 3rd floor, a shadow detached itself from the garbage chute and quickly approached her. Only when someone grabbed her arms and pulled her along did she shudder, turn around, and see Denis.
"Denis, what are you doing?"
"Shh, shh." Denis dragged her to the wall and pressed her firmly against himself, holding her arms, and began kissing her ear.
"What are you doing, Denis?"
But then Ksyukha saw, on the landing above, Oleg removing a stone that was holding the elevator doors open and descending towards them. She understood everything immediately, jerked, but Denis was holding her arms very tightly.
"Don't struggle, Ksyukha," Denis whispered, licking her ear.
Oleg came right up to them, pulled Ksyukha's t-shirt up—she never wore bras—and began gently twisting her nipples.
"Actually, Ksyukha, we're not mad," said Oleg. He stopped and painfully squeezed her nipples, then continued twisting them with two fingers. "You always fucked well. It's just with two guys... So we decided, since you're fucking us anyway, why not do it at the same time." Oleg suddenly started kissing her on the lips, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. Ksyukha's heart was pounding like crazy somewhere in her throat; at first she was scared, but now she was completely overcome by some wild excitement that made her whole body shake. Yes, this was exactly what she dreamed of! When Oleg finally pulled away from her, all she could do was whisper on an exhale:
"Yes, boys, of course."
"But you'll still have to pay for your deception," Oleg continued twisting her nipples. "We want you to be our slut this weekend, and we'll have you however we want, in all your holes, agreed?"
"Yes."
"Good girl," Denis whispered and released her arms. But with one hand, he stroked her flat stomach and slowly lowered it through her skirt and panties, spread her labia, and with three fingers, using circular motions, began to caress her clitoris. Ksyukha started breathing heavily.
"We need to record this on camera, so you don't deny it later." Oleg took out his phone, turned on the flashlight and camera.
"Tell us who you are."
Denis whispered words in her ear, and Ksyukha repeated them, interspersed with moans.
"I'm Ksyukha the slut. I deceived honest guys and for that, I'll be their private property for two days. They can do whatever they want with me and fuck all my fuckable holes."
Then she let out a quiet cry because Denis inserted his middle finger into her vagina, and his thumb pressed against her clitoris, and by spreading and bringing these fingers together, he began quickly bringing Ksyukha to orgasm. Oleg filmed her face in close-up, then her bare chest, pulled her skirt up and filmed how Denis was fingering her pussy under her panties, then turned off the camera.
Ksyukha leaned forward, pressing her ass against Denis's crotch; waves of orgasm reached all the way to her throat, so she couldn't make a sound, and Denis kept rubbing and rubbing her pussy until she started trembling all over, then they let her go. Denis grabbed her by the hair and shoved his wet hand into her open mouth.
"Come on, slut, lick up your juices."
With a parched tongue, she licked his fingers.
"Well, did you like it, slut? But pleasure has to be paid for." Oleg stood nearby with his pants down, his dick was ready for action.
"What, right here?" Ksyukha asked.
"Hey, slut, you're our property, so we fuck you wherever we want, got it? Get on your knees, quick."
Denis also took out his dick and started jerking it.
Ksyukha got on her knees on the dirty, cold floor of the entrance hall. She took the guys' dicks by the base, opened her mouth, tightly clenched her lips around Oleg's dick and began sucking quickly, helping with her hand, then let go and, without stopping jerking Oleg off, took Denis's into her mouth, sucked him. And so she sucked and jerked both of them off. The elevator was moving, and each time she was afraid someone would come to the fourth floor and see them in all their glory; she would freeze, but the guys whispered to her, "Don't stop, bitch," and she continued working actively.
On the fifth floor, a door opened; someone came down to the landing right above their heads, the garbage chute door slammed, and that someone stood there smoking.
"Open your mouth," Denis indicated with just his lips.
Ksyukha froze with her mouth open; the guys started cumming in her mouth. Oleg grabbed her chin and closed her mouth, whispering:
"Swallow, bitch!"
Out of fear, Ksyukha swallowed everything.
They helped her to her feet, straightened her t-shirt, and supporting her by the arms, went down to the first floor, went outside, walked to the car. Ksyukha and Denis got into the back seat, Oleg got behind the wheel. They pulled out of the courtyard onto the street.
Denis opened a beer and handed it to Ksyukha.
"Wash it down."
The cum was bitter, and after it, she was very thirsty. So Ksyukha immediately emptied half the bottle in a few gulps. They drove in silence to the ring road. The beer ran out. Denis suddenly turned to her, started kneading her breasts through her t-shirt.
"I want to see your pussy, take off your panties!"
Ksyukha obeyed, quickly unbuttoned her skirt, took it off, then her panties, spread her legs wide. Denis immediately put his hand there and began actively rubbing her clitoris. Ksyukha moaned.
"Slut, horny!" Denis snapped sharply, grabbed her by the hair and bent her down; his pants were unbuttoned and his dick stuck out like a pole. Pressing on Ksyukha's head, he forced her to deep-throat his dick; she gagged, wheezed, tried to push away with her hands. Denis lifted her head by the hair, slapped her.
"What's wrong, slut, don't like sucking?"
Ksyukha got another slap; Denis pushed her onto the seat, and after a short struggle, her hands were cuffed behind her back. Denis grabbed her by the hair again, lifted her, showed his fist:
"If you don't suck, I'll knock all your teeth out, got it, bitch!"
He bent her down again and made her gag on his dick several more times.
He lifted her. Ksyukha's whole face was wet with saliva and tears; her mascara was smeared.
"That's a slut's real face. Now I want your pussy."
He helped her climb on top of him; Ksyukha shuddered when his pole, its full length, went into her all the way to her uterus. Denis painfully grabbed her buttocks and started pushing; Ksyukha began bouncing on him, her breasts under her t-shirt swaying right in front of Denis's face; he occasionally bit them. Finally, he came, pushed her off, sat her on the seat, ordered her to pull her legs up to her chest.
All this time, Oleg drove, holding the steering wheel only with his left hand; with his right, he jerked his dick, occasionally glancing in the rearview mirror.
Ksyukha sat, her legs pressed to her chest; cum was dripping from her pussy, and Denis was rubbing her clitoris with the neck of an empty bottle.
"Oh, fuck, fuckable! I can't take it anymore."
Oleg turned onto a forest road; they drove a bit to an impromptu parking spot by the river. Oleg quickly got out of the car, opened the back door, dragged Ksyukha out, and immediately shoved his dick into her mouth, started moving fast and quickly, then calmed down a bit, lifted her to her feet. Denis threw some rag onto the hot hood of the car; Oleg bent Ksyukha down so that her chest and head lay on that rag, and he himself took some juice mixed with Denis's cum from her pussy, generously lubricated her anus, and began slowly inserting his dick into it; Ksyukha screamed, but no one listened to her; when Oleg's dick was fully inside, he began fucking the slut furiously until he came himself. They let her go; her legs no longer held her; she collapsed and remained lying next to the wheel. Her only desire was for that wheel to run her over. Denis approached her, lightly kicked her butt.
"What, lying around? Go wash up."
Ksyukha didn't move; then they dragged her along the ground; twigs and bumps painfully dug into her bare butt. They threw her into the river, right by the shore. Oleg held one of her legs, and Denis washed her pussy and anus. When they finished, they lifted her to her feet, firmly grabbing her by the cuffed hands from both sides, and led her to the car. Oleg opened the trunk; it was filled with a crate of vodka, two crates of beer, and bags with some food. While Denis held Ksyukha, Oleg moved all this into the cabin. Ksyukha was placed in the trunk, and it was closed.
To Ksyukha herself, it seemed they drove for an eternity; her body went terribly numb, but when the car finally stopped, her t-shirt still hadn't dried. Ksyukha was pulled out of the car; on stiff legs, she followed Oleg, who was carrying the crate of vodka into an old village house. Loud shouts greeted them there. Ksyukha froze on the threshold.
"Well, finally! We thought the bathhouse would cool down."
"We got a bit delayed," said Oleg, putting the crate of vodka on the table.
Denis kicked Ksyukha in the back; she walked forward a bit and saw three more guys sitting at the table. Her legs began to tremble.
"We picked up a slut," Denis said loudly. "The best cocksucker in Kupchino, specially for our gathering." Everyone laughed.
"Why is she still dressed?"
Ksyukha stood before them naked from the waist down, and her wet t-shirt tightly hugged her tits, from which her nipples stuck out like sharp wedges.
"We'll fix that now!"
Denis ripped her t-shirt off with a sharp motion and pulled the remnants down over her cuffed hands. Everyone made approving noises, got up from the table, surrounded Ksyukha, began groping her breasts; someone with long, scratching nails stuck fingers into her pussy, then they put her on her knees.
"Well, show us what you can do, slut." The guys were already actively jerking their dicks. Ksyukha opened her mouth; someone immediately shoved a dick in; she began sucking. Denis and Oleg, meanwhile, were bringing food from the car, set everything on the table, and also joined the guys. Now Ksyukha was sucking off five guys in turn; her head was jerked from side to side; her lips burned and seemed to have become the size of her face; her throat was also sore; and they kept fucking and fucking her mouth. Finally, one of the guys came right on her face; everyone actively jerked off and gradually unloaded on her face. It was all sticky with cum; even her eyes were glued shut and couldn't open, but Ksyukha didn't want to open anything.
Denis unlocked the handcuffs, led her to the other end of the room, and pushed her onto the bed. He took out another pair of handcuffs and chained her hands to the headboard.
He began rubbing her clitoris. Ksyukha was all sweaty.
"That's right, slut, get wet, prepare your holes for us; we're going to fuck you all night."
Everyone went to the bathhouse, and Ksyukha dozed off and woke up with a start when the whole noisy, naked company piled back into the house. They sat down at the table, started drinking and snacking, noisily discussing something. Denis approached the bed; he lifted the girl's head and poured vodka into her mouth. Then he walked away and positioned himself between her legs, started fucking her pussy; Ksyukha only twitched weakly in rhythm, not opening her eyes, which were glued shut with cum. Denis came on her stomach. Then someone else approached her, gave her vodka to drink, kneaded her breasts, and also fucked her pussy. And so they approached her in turn; when it was probably the seventh or eighth time, Ksyukha's pussy dried up; it was very painful; she screamed, but they just covered her head with a pillow and kept fucking. She couldn't say how long it lasted because she periodically passed out until she finally blacked out.
In the morning, she was awakened by slaps.
"Get up, bitch, we all have boners."
Her hands were no longer cuffed; her whole body ached. She barely sat up on the bed, somehow tore the crust of dried cum from her eyelashes, opened her eyes. It was Oleg; his dick was sticking right in front of her nose. He first gave Ksyukha some beer to drink, then she sucked him off; he came in her mouth.
"Swallow, slut, that's your breakfast."
Ksyukha swallowed; Oleg poured her a whole mug of beer; she drained it in one gulp. Then someone else approached; she sucked him off too, swallowed the cum, washed it down with beer. And so this repeated five times. Ksyukha got tipsy. The last one was Denis; he also came in her mouth, waited for her to swallow and