HER THRONE♡

CHAPTER 6

The other hand that had been holding open her cheeks came around and found her clit. He rubbed it hard, feeling Michael move slightly as she convulsed a bit.

"Should I take my cock out of her?" Michael asked Mason.

"Oh no," Mason said as he withdrew is hand. "I want it so fucking tight in that ass. I want to feel your cock as I fuck her into submission."

"Please hurry..." Polly begged.

"Don't be greedy," Michael scolded. "Let him do what he needs to prepare you for his use."

Mason slapped her bottom once and picked up the open bottle of lube. He coated both hands. One hand he place back at her hole, while the other stroked his cock.

The fingers at her bottom began to slowly enter one by one until three were moving in and out at a slow rhythm. The pain was bad, but not unbearable for Polly. And the more he moved and split his fingers, the better it felt.

"I wish you could see this, Michael. So fucking sexy. She has three finger fucking this tight dirty hole."

"Deeper," Michael harshly instructed, never one to relinquish total control.

Mason pushed his three fingers deeper until he could feel Michael's cock under the thin wall that separated them. "Fuck. I need to fuck that."

Mason removed his fingers. He was glad that Michael's recliner allowed his upper body to recline without the added foot rest. That way he was able to get as close as possible to his target.

"I'm going to fuck you now, whore. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to own your ass," Mason said has he rubbed his slick cock head over the hole.

"Mmm, yes. Fuck me," she moaned.

"Not. Good. Enough," he repeated Michael's words from earlier as he slapped her ass.

"P-please f-fuck my ass. Own it. Please...master," she croaked out using anything that could get her what she wanted.

"Better," Mason growled as he pushed forward slightly with the tip directed at its target.

Polly gasped. "Oh!"

Michael started to sooth her, "Such a good girl, baby. You got this. Let him in. Relax. Push out."

Polly relaxed her ass as Mason began to move forward again. Luckily he wasn't as big as Michael. She could only imagine how painful that invasion would be for her.

The pinching sensation continued until he was all the way inside her. Mason just stayed still a few moments. Then he took the bottle of lube and added a few drops to the now stretch hole. He took his finger and traced the hole like he had done with her pussy earlier.

"Looks so fucking good back here, Michael. So fucking good."

"Next time we record it," Michael said and Polly's head popped up to eye him. "You'll love it."

"I'm going to dictate the movement. I'm going to lose my shit here if I don't start to pound this dirty little fuck hole. Mike, pick up the rhythm as I go," Mason said with his jaw clenching in between sentences - holding back his primal instincts.

Mason began to move at a slow pace, but as he noticed the ease of movement he began to increase his tempo. He could feel Michael's movement as his hips flexed below them and his cock rubbed against his.

Mason leaned forward and grabbed Polly's hair again - gathering it in a ponytail and using it like a handle. His other hand snaked around her slim throat and began to squeeze.

"Fuck, she's a beautiful slut when she is like that. Blissed out. Completely used and compliant. Obedient," Michael said as he admired Polly's total submission to Mason. "Fuck her full of your cum."

"Mm, yea. Such a good fucking whore. Your daddy wants me to cum in your ass," Mason said as he tightened all of his grips and slammed his hips into her relentlessly. "You want your master's cum? I know you are a filthy cum slut. Beg for it!"

"P-please...master! Please!"

"Say. It."

"Please cum in me, master! My master. Please. Mark my ass as your personal fuck hole."

Polly was completely delirious with desire. For some reason she knew she couldn't cum 
without these men cumming inside her.

"Don't fucking cum until I say," Mason ground out as he got a better hold of her hair and the hand holding her throat moved down to squeeze her breast. Then he dropped the hand from her hair and covered the other breast, using them to help keep her in place. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "Fuck. Cum. Now."

With that Polly let loose, it was like his command set her free. But it was also because she could feel him pulse inside her.

But it was Michael that made his orgasm well known, "Fucking fuck!" He shouted as he clasped Polly's ass pulling her down. "So fucking much..." as his cock let out what seemed like a never ending supply of cum. His sweaty brow rested on Polly's shoulder as Mason braced his weight on the arms of the chair.

"You...and...me...both," Mason barely got out. He slowly tried to lift himself off of Polly and she moaned in protest. "Shh...let me clean you up, babe."

"Shower," Michael threw his thumb back toward his room.

Mason picked Polly off of Michael and carried her like an infant on his hip. Her head lay limp on his shoulder. "You did so well, Pol," he whispered as he set her on the bathroom counter. Cupping her cheek and looking in her eyes, he continued, "I love you so much,you know that, right? And I really appreciate how you let me explore my needs. I just hope that I am giving you what you need. I don't want to..."

"Mason? Baby? You...and Michael give me so much more than you could even imagine. Never worry that I won't tell you...if things go to far or...I'm not feeling...it," she said caressing his sweat soaked hair and gave him a soft kiss on his lips.