Unspoken Pleasure

The hands left Tara’s body, and her eyes snapped open. She hadn’t noticed closing them. The two movers stood ahead of her looking her over like hungry bears. It was her chance to run. Tara tried to sprint away, but Roy seized her bare waist and pulled her back, kicking. He grabbed her wrists and wrapped her arms uselessly in front of her, like a young couple at a dance. She couldn’t escape.

“No no no, Tara! You’ve got to watch,” he taunted in her ear, holding her tight. Shivers shot down her spine and stopped her futile writhing. The movers eyes kept roving over Tara’s naked body as they stripped. Tara stared helplessly as their thick hardened chests were unveiled from under their company shirts and their jeans were thrown aside.

“They’ve been waiting a long time for a girl to breed…” Roy said.

Tara’s heart stopped. “Breed?” “What the fuck does that mean!?”

“Mhmmm,” He hummed in her ear, nodding towards the two naked men. “It isn’t a big surprise they are good at it, is it?” Tara’s eyes betrayed her and looked – they were both hung like bulls, their cocks thick and heavily veined with testicles hanging like stones beneath them. Roy tightened his grip as Tara began to struggle again. “Haha, I guess you like what you see then, hmmm?”

“No! They’re – they’re disgusting!” But Tara stared at their members still. She caught her mouth slightly open, breathing hard. So did Roy.

“Now now, Tara. Don’t be saying mean things to my boys. You might hurt their feelings!” The two men chuckled and stroked their flaccid manhoods to life before her.

Tara couldn’t deny that she was impressed – no, more than that, she wanted their cocks. She needed them inside her. She was so unbelievably turned on, even as these men intended to rape her – ‘Breed’ her. And she couldn’t hide that from them either, not with her moistening pussy on display.

“Lemme go right now you – you fucking bastards!” Tara intended to roar, but her words came as a whimper instead.

The men laughed, and Roy pulled her hands further down her front. “I don’t think we’re gonna be doing that anytime soon,” he said, “we’ll be taking good care of you for awhile, Tara!” Roy let go and pushed her forward into the two burly men. Tara yelped as they resumed their rough fondling, kneading her tits and running their palms along her pussy, their cocks hardening against either side of her.

“Uhhhhhhmmm,” Squirming, Tara moaned even more. She found that she had closed her eyes again under the pleasurable assault. Their hands pinched and rubbed her naked body, unafraid to squeeze or pet her most intimate places. She could feel their desire in the way their cocks hardened against her, creeping up along her hips like hungry snakes.

Tara kept struggling, but it was a losing battle in her own mind. “Why am I enjoying this??” Tara thought frantically as a terrible excitement grew in her chest and between her thighs. Her body seemed to answer in turn:

“You want this, Tara. You need this. A good fucking from these strong men…”

Though she tried to fight it, Tara felt her juices flowing and her nipples grazing their ever-petting hands. When she forced open her eyes, she saw Roy tossing his shirt aside. She really stared then.

“I guess you like what you see, huh?” Roy turned back towards the awe-struck woman. Tara saw his bare chest – developed from more than just lifting beds and tables for a living. His muscles flexed with every smooth motion of his arms. Strength radiated from his perfect form, and his look towards Tara was one of pure desire – a prized catch – a toy to be played with.

“Yes…” Tara breathed, her mind quieted for a moment.

“Ha! That the first straight answer you’ve given so far,” Roy laughed, and so did the men holding her – deep laughs that made Tara feel so small, and so much more like a plaything for them. She breathed even harder as he continued, “And you haven’t seen everything yet, Tara…” Tara thought he could merely tear off his workman’s jeans with those powerful arms, but he slowly unzipped them, making Tara squirm with anticipation despite her best efforts to resist.

“You’ve seen naked men before! Don’t lose your head!!” But her thoughts were muddled by the rubbing of her clit, the hot breath gusting against her neck, and the gnawing need growing in the pit of her belly. She had seen men before, Tara knew, “But not men like this…”

The foreman unbuttoned his jeans and stripped himself in a single motion. He stood tall in front of Tara with a smirk on his face. “Look boys, I think Tara has seen something she really likes!”

He was right – Tara’s heart nearly stopped at the sight of his manhood. He was hung, very hung – his veined shaft hung low between his legs, his testicles hanging lower at the base of his shaft, heavy from the weight of their no doubt huge load. The other’s cocks were stockier and fatter while his was longer and still thick. He outstripped his workmates by far with his symmetry and glory – theirs were the cocks of bulls, but his was a stallion’s.

“Oh my god….” Need shot through Tara’s entire body. She felt hot – hot from the men grinding their hardening members against her, hot from Roy’s wolfish gaze over her body, and hot from the burning desire that made her pussy drool down her inner thighs. Tara had stopped struggling. Her knees felt weak and ready to give out at any moment. She couldn’t help herself. Her resistance was failing.

“Mmm, I think Tara wants a taste of us, boys.” Tara didn’t move, even though a small part of her wanted to nod her head. More of her wanted to scream. Roy ran his hand along his length and looked into Tara’s eyes. “Time to get on your knees, Tara.”C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

“No.”

“I said get on your knees,” he said again, still stroking his cock.

“No!” Tara glared back at him, trying her resolve not to oogle his growing cock.