The bar was loud and sticky with spilled beer when they spotted him. Three women, all in their late twenties, watched the lone guy nursing a whiskey at the end of the counter. Lisa, the ringleader with short black hair and a tight black dress, leaned over and whispered to her friends. "He's the one. No ring, no friends, and he's been staring at asses all night. Perfect."
They moved in fast. Lisa slid onto the stool beside him first. "Buy us a round and we'll make your night worth it." Her hand landed on his thigh, squeezing hard. Before he could answer, the other two, Jenna with the red curls and Mia with the tattoos, boxed him in from behind. Their bodies pressed close, tits brushing his back.
He tried to laugh it off. "Ladies, I'm just here for a drink."
"Too late," Lisa said, voice low and filthy. "You're coming with us. And you're going to fuck one of us raw until you pump every drop inside. No pulling out. No choice."
They didn't give him time to argue. Jenna grabbed his wrist and pulled. Mia's hand slid into his pocket, fishing out his keys like she already owned him. The three of them hustled him out the side door into the alley, then into Lisa's waiting SUV. Doors locked. Engine running. Lisa drove while Jenna and Mia climbed into the back with him.
Jenna's mouth was on his neck immediately, biting. "You're hard already. Good. Means you want this." Her fingers worked his belt open, yanking his cock out into the open air. Mia laughed and wrapped her hand around the shaft, stroking rough and fast.
"Look at this dick," Mia said. "Thick. Gonna stretch whoever gets it first."
He tried to push back. "This is fucked up. Let me out."
Lisa glanced in the rearview. "Shut up and enjoy getting used.
We're all on birth control except one of us tonight. You'll find out which when you feel that pussy clenching and you can't stop shooting."
The drive was short. They dragged him into a small house, straight to the bedroom. Clothes came off in rough pulls. Lisa shoved him onto the bed and straddled his face. "Eat me while they decide who gets the load."
Her cunt was already wet, shaved smooth, and she ground down hard. He had no choice but to lick or suffocate. Behind her, Jenna and Mia stripped the rest of him. Jenna climbed on first, sinking onto his cock with a wet sound. She was tight and hot, riding him in hard bounces.
"Fuck, he's thick," Jenna groaned. "But I'm not the one getting filled tonight."
Mia shoved her off after a minute. "My turn." She took him in one thrust, reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing while she looked back. "Feel that? You're gonna flood one of us."
They switched and teased him for what felt like an hour. Every time he got close, they pulled off, laughing, slapping his cock, making him beg without words. Lisa finally took her turn, riding slow and deep while the others held his wrists.
"Time to choose," Lisa said, voice husky. "Who's getting the creampie?"
Jenna pointed at herself. "Me. I want it leaking out for days."
Mia grinned. "No, me. I want him to watch it drip while he stays hard."
They argued by action. Jenna won by force, pushing Lisa off and mounting him again. She pinned his hips with her thighs and rode like she was trying to break him. "Cum in me. Do it. Fill this pussy. We forced you here, now force that load inside."
His body betrayed him. The pressure built past the point of control. Jenna slammed down one last time, grinding her clit against him, and he exploded. Thick ropes of cum pumped straight into her, pulse after pulse, deeper than he thought possible. She kept riding through it, milking every spurt, moaning dirty praise. "That's it, give it all. Every fucking drop. We're not letting you out until you're empty."
When he finally stopped twitching, Jenna stayed seated, keeping him inside. The other two watched his cum start to leak around his shaft, white and thick.
Lisa smirked. "Round two in ten minutes. This time Mia gets it."
They didn't let him go until the sun came up. Every load was forced, every pussy used, every creampie watched and spread by fingers while they made him watch what he'd done. By morning he was drained, sore, and marked by their nails and teeth. They finally let him leave, but not before Lisa whispered at the door, "Same time next week. Don't make us come find you again."
He walked out knowing they'd hunt him if he didn't return. And part of him already wanted it.
