"Thank you, Travis," Lucia said, licking her lips. "That was delicious."
Travis' performance broke the ice because the next two men unlimbered their cocks without reservation. Lucia's fellatory skills dispatched both quickly. The second man's load she swallowed neat; the third splashed a weak load across her cheeks.
"Fuck," said Lucia. "Come on guys. Let me swallow it."
Maybe it was the cum dangling from Lucia's chin, but number four chickened out. Neither coaxing from Lucia nor his friends would change his mind.
Four down. It was going pretty well for Lucia.
Danielle called the next name. "Nelson."
Lucia frowned. Nelson, a wiry, pompous ass of a man about forty swaggered up to Lucia, pulled up his shirt and pushed down his trousers. He and Lucia had traded some nasty insults that went beyond friendly rivalry, and here he was slapping her face with his fat cock. Nelson played this game until he was erect, then dragged her face up and down his shaft, ordering her to spit instead of lick for lubrication.
"Juice it good, cunt," he said, "Cause your takin' it all."
Nelson shoved his cock down Lucia's throat and she choked. Laughing, he held Lucia on his cock until the convulsion subsided, then began to roughly fuck her face. His cock wasn't long, but Lucia struggled with its girth, occasionally gagging because she couldn't find a rhythm in his staccato thrusts. Nelson would yank her head up at unpredictable intervals, let her grab one or two quick breaths, then drive her head down again.
Danielle, her nipples straining under her shirt, watched with sublime joy as Nelson raped Lucia's face. The room had fallen quiet except for Lucia's sporadic "glucks" and Nelson's misogynistic, obscenity-laced commentary.
"Christ, Nelson," someone said. "Give her a break."
"I ain't heard the bitch say stop," said Nelson.
"Lucia, are you OK?" Keith asked.
Her bound hands made thumbs up signs.
Nelson's aggressive face-fucking churning up thick streams of saliva that spilled off Lucia's chin; her nose ran; tears from the reflexive gagging washed away her mascara in dark rivulets. I don't think Lucia, preoccupied with snatching oxygen and not puking, sensed Nelson's impending orgasm.
"Danielle," he said, "I'll take that case of beer." Nelson jerked Lucia's head off his cock and unleashed a torrent semen between her wide open eyes. It spewed into her hair, poured down her cheeks, and dribbled in milky beads from her chin. More heavy spurts thickened the mess on her face.
Nelson wiped his cock in Lucia's hair. "How's that feel, you dirty cocksucker? The Flames rule, whore." Nelson hitched up his pants, leaving Lucia basting in his cum.
"That's more like it," said Danielle, scribbling Nelson's name onto her beer list. She turned to me. "Want to kiss her now? Untie her, this is too easy."
I loosened Lucia's knots and helped her stand. Sweat trickled down her ribs. A musky scent suggestive of weak bleach mingled with her perfume.
"Motherfucker," Lucia said, wiping cum from her eyelids. She opened her eyes to narrow slits, blinking to make tears. "Shit, that stings. How many more?"
"Seven," I said. "Want something to drink?"
Lucia forced her eyes fully open. "Not funny." She sniffed. "Danielle, may I have some tissues?"
"No," called Danielle.
"Fucking wh—" Lucia caught herself, then smiled sweetly. "Hey Danielle, I can't wait for Keith's load. Wanna snowball it with me?"
Danielle turned red. "A couple of you apes bring a table from the kitchen."
"You can't help yourself, can you?" I said.
"No," said Lucia, scooping cum off her face and eating it. "This is fun in a perverse way."
Two men carried in a table and draped the sheet over it.
"Michael," Danielle said, "Our little cocksucker needs more of a challenge. Tie on her back on the table with her head hanging off. Let's see if she can suck upside down."
"You bitch," said Lucia.
"You lost," said Danielle. "Get your whore ass on the table."
Lucia climbed on the table and lay with her head hanging off. I slipped the rope around each ankle and tied them off to the table legs. I tied her wrists to the ankle loops, leaving her arms at her sides. It wasn't a pretty tie, but it was minimally restrictive and would keep her from sliding off the table.
Lucia gave the ropes an exploratory tug. "Oh well, might as well make this fun." Surveying the room from her inverted position, she found her target. "Danielle, you got any guys out there with real dicks? I want some meat, goddammit."
Hoots and cries like "Your turn's comin', girl," "Got it right here, baby," answered Lucia's challenge.
Danielle held up a slip of paper. "Bob, you're up."
Short and stocky with tattoo-burnished arms, a long goatee, and unkempt hair, Bob looked like a tough customer, but he proved himself almost a gentleman. He didn't say much, just dropped his heavy sac onto Lucia's face with a laconic "Lick my balls." Bob dipped his cock into Lucia's mouth a few times, but preferred to stroke himself while Lucia slurped his balls. He didn't last long, signaling his climax with a long, low groan as he aimed at her mouth.
Lucia wiggled her tongue like bait. "Right here, Bob, gimme your load."
He missed. Cum jetted across her breasts and stomach to puddle in her navel and glisten in her bush like little pearls. Bob managed to get most of his trailing shots into Lucia's mouth.
"That was good," Bob said. "Thanks, Lucia."
Lucia licked her lips and surveyed the damage. "You're welcome."
Next up was a quiet, well-dressed man named Chuck. Lucia welcomed his cock with a smile.
"Oh, Chuckie," she said, "That's a nice one. Give him to me."
"Sorry, no," he said. "Got a girlfriend, you know. That said, I don't think she'd mind me expressing my opinion of cunts who root for the Maple Leafs." Chuck ignored Lucia's entreaties as he methodically jerked off on her face. Lucia took a cum squirt up the nose trying to dodge another sperm shower.
"Goddammit," she yelled, snorting cum out her nose. "Will you assholes stop doing that? Just come in my mouth, OK?"
Danielle high-fived Chuck. "Now we're getting somewhere."
Three more men took their turns, behaving themselves much like Travis so that Lucia hardly broke a sweat. Still, all three glazed her face. Lucia, apparently resigned to this fate, kept her cool.
Danielle laughed and pulled the last name. "Victor, you're the last."
Keith's assistant foreman and a strapping, dark-haired, intense man, stepped up to the table.
"Hey, Victor," said Lucia. "Think you can put a load in my mouth?"
Victor grinned down at her. "Depends. Who's the best team?"
Lucia grinned back. "Maple Leafs."
Victor loosed his cock. "You sure about that?"
Lucia's eyes widened. Someone whistled. "Victor, you got a permit for that thing?"
The battle-ready monster hovering above her head finally cracked Lucia's bravado. "Oh god, Victor. I don't think I can get—."
A sharp tap of Victor's cock against Lucia's mouth shushed her. "You can make this easy or hard, Lucia. Who's the best team?"
For ten seconds, Lucia lay very still, breathing calmly and watching Victor lazily massage his cock. Through half-lidded eyes she contemplated the shiny beads of pre-cum oozing from its purple head. Lucia's nipples hardened, and the corner of her mouth ticked up in a dirty smile.
"Maple Leafs," she said.
Victor smiled like a frontier schoolmarm reaching for her wooden ruler. "I was hoping you'd say that," he said as his hands clamped talon-like around Lucia's face. Victor tilted her head back and inserted his cock between her lips. Although prepared with a generous mouthful of spit, Lucia gagged and stalled at the three quarters mark. Victor pumped to this depth a few times, paused to adjust Lucia's head, then nudged forward. Controlling one's gag reflex didn't mean turning it off, and Victor's cock, on breaching Lucia's choke point, triggered a paroxysm of dry-retching that I thought would tea
r Lucia free of the ropes. Victor remained motionless until his prey quieted and, deprived of air, began to squirm.
Thick, viscous saliva gushed out of Lucia's mouth and nose when Victor withdrew.
"You son-of-a-bitch," Lucia gasped, the sticky mess hanging from her face like silvery stalactites.
"Best team?" Victor asked.
"Go to hell."
Face fucking, skull fucking, throat ramming—the ropes snapped tight as Victor's cock plumbed the back of Lucia's throat, followed with leaking, clenched eyes and red-faced, straining concentration as its full measure disappeared into Lucia's mouth. Between plunges she gulped for air like a drowning man. On and on it went. Victor's inexorable assault wore Lucia down, but she refused to yield.
"You stupid bitch," said Danielle. "Are the Maple Leafs really worth this?"
Lucia extended both middle fingers. Danielle had missed the point because this ordeal was about more than her beloved team. I was sure she loved the Maple Leafs, but Lucia exuded the masochistic flair of an adrenalin junkie, and got her fix not with crazy sports, but with sucking cocks. The game was an opportunity. The wager? Nothing more than a self-inflicted kick in the ass to propel herself off the cliff.
Even Victor got it. He edged Lucia cruelly, forcing her to dig deep to hang on but never out pacing her. His stern demeanor softened as he slowly ramped down, then pulled out to stroke his cock. "You're a tough girl, Lucia. And the best."
Lucia acknowledged the compliment with a weary, slobbery smile and puckered nipples. Like frosty spider webs, long threads of saliva swung like between her mouth and Victor's cock.
"Gimme your load, hon," she said. "In my mouth. I earned it."
"Best team?" Victor asked.
"You bastard." Lucia's middle fingers went up again as Victor erupted, ejecting a stallion's load of cum in streaming, ball-draining spurts. When he stepped back, Lucia looked like someone had upended a bucket of buttermilk over her head.
"Victor gets two cases of beer," said Danielle. "Anyone want seconds?"
Keith jumped up. "The show's over. Gentlemen, let's hear it for Lucia."
Lucia acknowledged the cheers, ear-splitting whistles, and applause with a smile and wiggling toes as I loosened the sweat-tempered knots. She smelled like wet raw sex. No trace of sandalwood remained under the layers of drying semen. Hands freed, she quickly skimmed Victor's cum from her face into her mouth, then worked to unglue her eyelids, and after some effort, she could squint through cum-frosted lashes. She found more globs of cum on her belly and breasts, collected it on her fingers, and sucked them clean. Then Lucia stretched with feline grace and rolled off the table, a Mona Lisa smile on her lips.
Danielle offered Lucia a roll of paper towels. "You can clean up—."
Lucia pounced, deftly throwing Danielle to the floor with a thud and sending the towels unrolling across the room. The surprise attack stunned everyone to silence. The flash combat ended with Lucia astride Danielle with a forearm a jammed cross her throat. Pinned, Danielle was now the doe in the spotlight, staring vacant-eyed at milky bubbles percolating from Lucia's approaching lips. Lucia fisted a clump of Danielle's hair as threads of cum spun downward. Panic twitched through Danielle, but pressure from Lucia's forearm confined it to her eyes. Lucia paused for a deep, growling breath, mated their lips, and fed Victor's semen to Danielle.
Lucia slapped a hand across Danielle's mouth and pinched her nostrils. "Swallow."
Danielle, her face sickly, whimpered and swallowed.
Lucia sprang to her feet and Danielle, stricken and holding her mouth, scurried away. Moments later violent puking noises filtered into the living room.
"That bitch can't hold her cum," said Nelson.
All eyes followed Lucia. Naked and crusted in semen, she wiped her mouth into a searing, iniquitous smile and aimed it at every man who'd shoved his cock down her throat.
"Maple. Leafs. Fucking. Rule. Get it?"
The End.
Afternoon Delight
I sat on my patio, watching him. He was mowing again by his pool. 'It must be 100 degrees and he's out here mowing again', I thought. I could see the sweat as it ran down his neck and the dark color of his shirt where the sweat had stained it. I watched him as I appeared to be reading the book in my hands. But, who could tell with my sunglasses on, right?
Suddenly the mower stopped and I watched stunned as he ripped off the wet shirt. All I could think was ...'ohgod...I wonder what he tastes like'...my cheeks flushed from the thought. I looked around to make sure no one was looking at me, then dropped a small cube of ice from my tea glass down between my breasts. 'Maybe that will cool me off', I thought. As I looked up I realized, he saw me....and he had that wicked little smile I love to see on his face. My blush deepened ... I felt like crawling under my chair and hiding. The sound of his laughter came to me as I raised the book higher and hid behind it.
Again the mower started and as I peeked over the top of the book, he winked at me. Groaning, I retreated behind the book again ... attempting to read. But, it was useless as my eyes are once again drawn to him behind that push mower, his muscles working with ease. Picking up the spray bottle I had filled with ice and water to cool me down, I sprayed it down my body and back up my legs. This summer I was determined to get the perfect tan. Actually, with this obviously Irish 'peaches and cream' complexion and red hair, any tan would do. I lay there looking at him again, the book completely forgotten.
He is, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Very tall, well over six foot. Thick, dark hair ... I'd love to get my hands into. His eyes were endlessly deep and sexy, and that smile. OMG, that smile! That alone made me drool and it didn't even have to be shining in my direction. Yes, it was obvious. He made me want to crawl all over him and I was having a terrible time hiding it from him. Actually, I think he knew. Laughing to myself, he'd have to be blind and totally without a clue to miss my attraction to him.
The sound of the mower grinding to a stop drew my attention again and right before my eyes he picked up the water hose and began to wash the grass clipping off his sweat dampened body. My drool alarm went off again. I doubt that there is much in this world that looks as good as glistening wet skin. The water cascading down his chest and back, actually made me wet. I pressed my thighs together, struggling not to moan out loud. He looked up suddenly and must have read my thoughts because that killer smile flashed again. I shivered when I saw it. He laughed when I did and I knew ... that he knew what I was feeling.
He very slowly walked over to the side of his pool and turned to face me. His hands went to the buttons on his jeans, slowly and careful opening each one. I couldn't look away no matter how hard I tried. I glanced up to see that wicked smile again. But, even though I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes from moving back down to his hands. As the last button opened I realized I was holding my breath. I couldn't stop the groan as he slide his jeans and boxers down across his hips and slowly stepped out of them. His skin was tanned and I knew he had to spend lots of time naked in the sun to be that uniform in skin tone. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath to try and get my heart to stop pounding.
He blew me a kiss and dove into the sparkling clear water of the pool. I sat there and grumbled about men that tease as opposed to the stories of female teasers. Somehow, I thought that this was much worse, right? Anyway, he swam a dozen or so laps back and forth across the length of the pool. My eyes never left his strong arms pulling him through the water. He dove under the water and startled me when he suddenly appeared at the side of the pool closest to me.
As he shook water from his eyes, he said..."come here!."..I was so surprised I just sat there. "COME HERE!," he called again. I still couldn't believe he was talking to me so I sat there looking at him. He pulled himself out of the water and padded across to me, picked me up and walked back to the pool. I still didn't say anything and could barely breath at his closeness.
As he reached the side of the pool, he looked down at me a
nd grinned. Then he let me go, laughing as I fell into the water. I gasped and sputtered as I surfaced. The sight of him naked and standing with his hands on his hips above me was almost more than I could take. I treaded water, trying to decide what to do. I turned and began to swim slowly for the steps when I heard a splash. I knew he was behind me, but as he pulled along side of me ... I began to flounder in embarrassment. He turned and pulled me onto his chest with one arm. He floated and I bent my head to hide my eyes as I rested on his chest.
I felt something pressing against my belly and blushed as it became obvious it was his semi-erect cock. I tried not to move but the water caused me to slip and slide on his body. His hand holding me against his chest felt wonderful, but there was no way I was going to tell him. The feel of his chest moving ... rubbing across my nipples caused them to harden. He glanced down and smiled at me again. The blush on my cheeks grew hot again. I felt like my body was on fire but didn't know how to put it out.
As we reached the steps of the pool I moved to slide off him and both his arms came round me, holding me still. I stammered softy, "I should get out." He shook his head and with one hand turned my face until my lips were barely centimeters from his. I watched as his lips opened and covered mine. The only sound I could make was an agonized moan. He slowly raised up to a sitting position on the steps, my mouth still locked with his. My arms slide around his neck and my legs around his waist. I couldn't have stopped kissing him if my life had depended on it.
The feel of his tongue curling and tangling with mine was sheer heaven. His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass, pulling me tighter against him. I felt his fingers sliding into the legs of my swimsuit and rubbed across my wet lips. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed them across our upper lips, still locked hungrily together. The scent of an aroused woman came to my nose and I knew he could smell me on his fingers too. The whimper that escaped me and wrapped around our tongues made him growl deep in his chest, I felt it before I heard it.
His hands returned and tugged the cloth away from my body, baring my pussy to his touch. I was gasping against his lips. I kept thinking I should struggle free of his arms but I knew if he stopped now, I'd probably die from the ache that was building in the pit of my stomach. I felt him guide his cock up and push past my lips. The head slid easily into me, I had been ready for him since he first took off his shirt. I laid my head on his shoulder and moaned at the wonderful way he felt inside me. I had wanted him for so long and now, right now, I had him between my legs. It couldn't have been anymore perfect. Or so I thought!
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