Lisa's eyes gleamed with a mixture of pride and debasement. She was living out her most depraved fantasies, and the thought of being so thoroughly debased only made her crave their attention more.
One of the men kissing Lisa in the front suddenly slapped her, then immediately apologized.
"Hey, you should be giving your attention to us up here, not just the ones in the back,"
He said, his voice laced with a hint of possessiveness.
Y/N, seated on the couch, let out a small giggle, amused by the colleagues' desperate craving for Lisa's affection.
Lisa's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected slap, but she quickly recovered, her expression shifting to one of coy submission.
"Of course, sir. Forgive me, I got a little distracted."
She turned her focus back to the men in front of her, lavishing them with her undivided attention.
Leaning in, Lisa captured one man's lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue dancing with his. As she pulled away, she gazed up at him through hooded eyes.
"There, is that better? I'm all yours now."
Lisa knew exactly how to keep all her admirers satisfied, seamlessly shifting her focus to ensure no one felt neglected. Y/N watched the scene unfold, a satisfied smirk on his face as his prized possession put on a captivating display.
Lisa turned her head back again and kissed the man using her thighs, pouring all her passion and love into the embrace. As they parted lips, she gazed up at him with innocent, pleading eyes.
"Please, sir, won't you let one of the others have a turn?"
She asked softly
"I want to make you all feel so good."
The man hesitated, clearly reluctant to relinquish his position. He gripped Lisa's hips tighter, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest.
"No way, sweetheart. You're mine for now."
He resumed his relentless grinding, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from Lisa.
Undeterred, Lisa continued to lavish attention on the others, her skilled lips and nimble tongue ensuring no one felt neglected.
Lisa gazed up at the man using her thighs, her eyes shining with need.
"Please, sir, let the others have a turn too,"
She pleaded, her voice soft and imploring.
"I want to make you all feel so good. As many times as you want, I'll be here for you."
Placing her free hand on his cheek, Lisa offered him a reassuring smile.
"You don't have to worry, I'm not going anywhere. Use my thighs as many times as you'd like – twice, thrice, unlimited. I'm yours to command."
The man's grip on her hips loosened slightly, his expression softening at Lisa's words. Sensing an opportunity, Lisa turned her attention to the others, her lips curving into a coy smile.
"There, now everyone can have a turn. Isn't that better?"
The men switched places, and the one who had been using Lisa's thighs came forward, pulling her into a deep, searing kiss. Lisa responded with equal passion, pouring all of her love into the embrace as she placed her hands on the sides of his head. Behind her, a new man began dry humping her, using her thighs to pleasure himself.
Lisa moaned into the kiss, her body alive with sensations as the men took their turns using her. She was completely immersed in serving her admirers, determined to prove her worth as their shameless, obedient slut. Lisa knew no bounds when it came to satisfying their every desire.
The new man using Lisa's thighs leaned in, whispering filthy comments in her ear.
"Look at that, you little slut. Your pussy's just dripping, making it so easy for me to grind against you."
He let out a low, guttural moan as he felt the slick warmth of her thighs. Lisa shuddered at his words, a thrill of humiliation and arousal coursing through her.
As the men continued their relentless grinding against Lisa's thighs, one of them seized the opportunity, seeing her mouth was free from the kiss.
"Hey there, you dirty little slut,"
He growled, leaning in close.
"Tell me, how many cocks do you think you can take at once, huh? Bet you'd love to find out."
Lisa's eyes gleamed with wanton delight at the man's vulgar question. She licked her lips, slowly. She arched her back, pressing her body flush against the man behind her, silently begging for more of their attention and degradation.
The men in the front started to drool and spit onto Lisa's face, coating her features in a glistening sheen. Lisa giggled delightedly at their handiwork, clearly reveling in their degrading attention.
She reached up, tenderly caressing one of the men's face.
"Oh, you boys are making me look so pretty."
She purred, her voice dripping with adoration.
"I love how you're making me as your own."