Passion in the Rough

I came several times along with my two lovers and my back seat was a complete mess. I wasn't worried, that could be cleaned up. My passion was at an all-time high with these two men working inside my ass cunt.
Roy stopped suddenly. “This ain’t right. I ain’t gay.” I thought he was going to get soft, or even pull out. I couldn't let that happen, so I used my seductive skills and tightened up my pussy walls, surrounding his hard cock, while speaking in my most seductive whispering voice, “Of course you’re not gay baby. You just love fucking good pussy. Ain’t mine good? Roy, babeee, ain't my pussy got that dick hard?” Roy didn’t answer, but I could feel that he was stimulated. He seemed to get even harder once he continued humping me again. He imitated Jim’s actions of steady cursing and calling me names. “Bitch bitch bitch I hate your fucking ass. Shit! Why is this sissy’s pussy so damn good? Shit! I’m not gay, I’m not gay.” Roy was in his own world now pushing his big Dick into me full force. I was squeezing his cock and enjoying every inch of it. I was having a continuing orgasm and my eyes rolled back in my head. Passionate screams flew from my body uncontrolled until Roy covered my mouth shushing me. He slapped me hard in the face and my ass clenched on his cock automatically. Then he did it again and then again. “Shut up and take this dick bitch, you getting too loud. Somebody gonna hear you and call 911. Keep that damn noise down.”
“Stop fucking me so good if you want me to stop screaming,” I replied in a raspy passion filled voice that I didn't recognize as my own. Keeping quiet while getting fucked was hard for me, but I had to try. These creepy thug types were giving me the best time of my life. My impending nightmare had turned into a fast and furious ideal dream, and I couldn’t get enough. I was no longer in a hurry to get away from these guys. I didn’t even care that my gorgeous black dress was ruined. I wanted this night to go on and I hoped that they were feeling the same way.