by Alison Tyler
Things start to move faster now. I think Declan has been waiting for someone to show a sign of life, and that someone is Brody. Brody, whose kiss I still feel on my lips, the taste of his vodka on my tongue.
I sense the men moving around me. Declan tells me to open my mouth, and I do, not surprised at all to find a naked cock at my lips. I keep my eyes closed still, as if I have a blindfold on, because it’s still easier that way. I know right away that it’s Declan’s cock I’m sucking. After more than a decade together, I am well versed in the girth and the ridges that make this cock feel like home to me. I suck him on my back. He lets me work at my own pace. Then I moan—I can’t help myself—because there’s a mouth between my legs, on my pussy through my panties and my hose.
Who is that? I would like to know, would like to peek, but in this position, even if I opened my eyes, I’d only have a view of cock and balls.
“Put out your hands,” Declan says, and I realize I have my fists clenched tight at my sides. I spread my arms open, palms open, and in seconds I have a dick in each hand. Am I stroking off Flynn? Jerking off the stranger? I don’t look. I don’t ask. My tights are getting wet in the center. The man between my legs is sucking at the nylon.
I sense the hesitation and then Declan says, “Take them off her.”
My heels are pulled off, and then the hose. I shiver at the feeling of another man taking off my clothes. It hasn’t happened in so fucking long. Then I feel a mustache against my thigh, and I know that’s Brody between my legs. How funny that I’ve always yearned for a mustache ride, and now I’m getting my wish. His whiskers are sweet against my naked skin, his mouth warm and open over my panties. Declan moves and I open my eyes and blink. I am looking up into the eyes of Joe the chef and the nameless drifter. Joe’s got a cock like I thought he would have. Thick and long and hard. It suits him. The drifter’s is thinner, but rigid. I was wrong. Flynn isn’t close by. He’s standing back, watching. His eyes are wet.
“Get her naked,” Declan says.
Brody pulls my panties down then, and I raise my hips to help him, but I don’t stop stroking those cocks. I feel energized, as if I could do this all night. The low, hungry sighs of the men is payment enough. I am the center, the focus of attention, and I bask in the glow.
Brody dives back between my thighs, and I bend my knees and splay for him, back arching. He’s so good. Declan knows how to eat me, knows all the tricks and turns I love best. But there’s something unreal about having that magic mustache run over my pussy lips and against my inner thighs.
Then suddenly, Flynn is in motion. “If we’re going to do this, we should really do this,” he says, surprising me. He’s not my husband. But he takes charge, nonetheless, gripping me in his arms and carrying me to a low, heavy wooden table in the back of the room. He pulls my dress off me, leaving me totally naked. Then he motions to Brody, who gets on the table first as if he and Flynn have had a private conversation, and then he positions me over Brody’s mouth, on my hands and knees.
“Like that,” he says as Brody resumes licking my pussy. “You,” he points to Joe. “You start.”
“Start?” Joe’s cock is in his hand. He’s jerking it as he talks.
“Let her suck you.”
Joe looks to Declan, who nods, and then he steps forward. I part my lips and take him in. He’s so nice and thick. I suck him as sweetly as I can, thinking of how lonely he seems, how needy. I make the most of the seconds he’s in my mouth before Flynn grabs his shoulders and says, “Now fuck her.”
For a second, everything stops, even Brody’s tongue on my clit. There’s an edge to Flynn’s tone. But maybe we needed this. Someone to take command. Joe moves behind me and begins to slip his cock into my pussy. I’m swollen and wet. So wet. Brody continues to lick my clit as Joe fucks me. I turn my head and see that Declan is pressed back against the wall, watching everything.
Flynn grabs onto the drifter. “Now, you,” he says. “What’s your name?”
“Matthew.”
“Matt, let her suck you.”
The drifter gets in front of me, and I open my mouth for him. He looks over his shoulder, and I know he’s getting approval from Declan. That he knows who the boss really is. His cock tastes like ocean water. I suck him to the rhythm that Joe is fucking me, to the beat that Brody is licking me and I groan at the sensation of being so well cared for.
Joe starts to speed up, and I realize he’s going to come. He grips my hips and pounds into me, then pulls out at the last moment and shoots all over my back. I shiver at the sensation. I’m wearing another man’s come. I wonder if someone will grab the bar towel, wipe me clean.
But Flynn is like a machine. He pulls Joe away, puts the drifter into place and then turns to look at Declan. “You up, man?”
Dec grins at him. “Flynn,” he says in a kind voice, “I’m last.”
The drifter is in my pussy, and his cock seems to reach further than Joe’s did. I see Joe moving to pour himself a drink behind the bar. Flynn takes his spot in front of me. Brody is busy licking my clit like a good boy. Flynn strokes my hair and looks into my eyes. I was there on his wedding day. I was at his house when he found out his wife was cheating. I see all the pain in his eyes, and I see that he wants to imbue some of that onto me. And I want to take it.
The drifter drags his fingernails down my sides, and I shiver. He palms the cheeks of my ass, spreads them a bit to see my hole. I see him in the mirror as he motions to Joe, who is watching with a glass in hand.
“Come here,” he says, and Joe walks closer. I watch in the mirror as Joe and Matthew kiss while Matthew’s fucking me. He pulls out before coming, and the two start to make out against the wall, Matthew’s dick shiny with my juices, Joe’s big fist working around the shaft.
Flynn, who was gentle at the start, who was unsure for the first few minutes, begins to face-fuck me, and I never miss a beat. I suck him like a pro, and I’m pleased with myself. I drain him before he can stop himself from coming. I’m every woman he’s ever loved, and every bitch he’s ever hated, and he howls as he comes down my throat. There’s no undoing that. Whenever he sees me from now on, he will own this moment. He backs off me, and he’s no longer in charge.
Now there’s Brody on the table and Declan stepping forward.
“Suck him,” Dec says. “Suck his cock.”
I undo Brody’s jeans and set him free.
“Suck him while I fuck you,” Dec instructs, and I do what he says, licking the precome from the head of Brody’s cock and then sucking him while Declan takes his proper place behind me. Brody has to lean upward to keep contact with my clit, and I’m on my elbows with my ass in the air.
“You’re so pretty,” Declan says, and it’s like there’s only him and me in the room, except for the cock between my lips and the tongue on my clit. Except for the fact that Joe and Matthew are fucking against the bar and Flynn is lighting up one of Matthew’s cigarettes.
Declan slaps my ass and grabs my hair. He fucks me hard, and I come, Brody licking my clit like a beast and then shooting into my mouth. I would collapse against the bartender, but Declan lifts me up, carries me to the hallway and presses me up against the wall. Now it is him and me, and he fucks me so hard, I feel like I’ve never been done before. Like this is the first time.
Which in a way it is.
The first gang bang. The first time I ever showed off who I really am deep inside. Dec comes in me and then spins me around and lifts me into his arms.
“The first of many,” Dec promises with a smile.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
PRESTON AVERY (prestonavery.com) lives merrily by the sea with her trusty laptop and the constant company of her slightly less trusty mutts, Bonnie and Clyde. She loves reading almost as much as writing and embraces both with reckless abandon. Feel free to get in touch! Twitter: twitter.com/Preston_Avery
VIDA BAILEY is a lady writer from Ireland who writes stories when the whim takes her. She has published work in Lov
e at First Sting, Dirtyville, Steamlust and Bound by Lust. You can find her at www.heatsuffused.blogspot.com, where she blogs on occasion.
By day, JAX BAYNARD is a financial investment advisor. By night, she makes her own (and her clients’) fantasies come true. This part-time dominatrix’s short fiction has appeared in With This Ring, I Thee Bed, Pleasure Bound, online, and in several literary journals.
CHEYENNE BLUE’s (cheyenneblue.com) erotica has appeared in over sixty anthologies including Best Women’s Erotica, Mammoth Best New Erotica, Cowboy Lust: Erotic Romance for Women and Lesbian Lust. The darkness before dawn is her favorite time of day.
She’s done it again! At thirty-eight, ANGELL BROOKS has somehow managed to fluke her way into another collection with some amazing erotica writers, and she couldn’t be happier. The road trip to the top of the charts continues from Toronto, with dreams of tropical climates, cabana boys and tequila.
HEIDI CHAMPA (heidichampa.blogspot.com) has been published in numerous anthologies including Best Women’s Erotica 2010, Playing With Fire, Frenzy and Ultimate Curves. She has also steamed up the pages of Bust magazine. Her work appears electronically at Clean Sheets, Ravenous Romance, Oysters and Chocolate and The Erotic Woman.
DANTE DAVIDSON’s short stories have appeared in Bondage, Naughty Stories from A to Z, Best Bondage Erotica, The Merry XXXmas Book of Erotica, Luscious and Sweet Life. With Alison Tyler, he is the co-author of Bondage on a Budget and Secrets for Great Sex After 50.
JEREMY EDWARDS is the author of the erotocomedic novels Rock My Socks Off and The Pleasure Dial. His short stories have appeared in over fifty anthologies, including recent volumes in The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica series. Readers can surprise him in his underwear at jeremyedwardserotica.com.
JUSTINE ELYOT (justineelyot.com) arrived on the erotica scene for the last gasp of Black Lace with her UK best seller On Demand. Since then, she has been published by a variety of imprints, including Carina Press, Xcite Books, Cleis Press and Total E-Bound, among others. Her website is regularly updated with details of her latest projects.
VICTORIA JANSSEN (victoriajanssen.com) has published three erotic novels with Harlequin Spice as well as many short stories. She’s currently a regular blogger for both Heroes & Heartbreakers (romance) and The Criminal Element (mystery).
GEORGIA E. JONES graduated with an MFA from Mills College. Her stories have appeared in the Santa Barbara Review, Alison’s Wonderland (Harlequin) and the literary magazine Estero. She lives in Northern California. Her novella The Earl Takes a Lover was published as a Harlequin Spice Brief.
ASHLEY LISTER is the UK author of more than two dozen full-length erotic titles and countless saucy short stories. Ashley’s fiction has appeared in a range of magazines and anthologies including Maxim Jakubowski’s Best Erotica series. When not writing fiction, Ashley works as a creative writing lecturer in the north west of England.
KRISTINA LLOYD (kristinalloyd.co.uk) is the author of three erotic novels including the controversial Asking for Trouble. Her short stories have appeared in numerous anthologies, including several “best of” collections, and her work has been translated into German, Dutch and Japanese. She has a master’s degree in twentieth-century literature and lives in Brighton, UK.
SOMMER MARSDEN’s short work has appeared in over 100 print anthologies. And she’s not done yet. Sommer is the author of Restless Spirit, Big Bad and numerous other erotic novels. Visit her at sommermarsden.blogspot.com for more info on her work, her wiener [dog], her great lust for wine and unrequited love affair with running.
N.T. MORLEY is the author of twenty-four published novels of erotic dominance and submission, as well as short fiction that has appeared in many other anthologies—much of it collected in Morley’s three published collections from Renaissance Ebooks. A complete bibliography and sales page can be found at ntmorley.com.
KATE PEARCE was born in England and spent much of her childhood living happily in a dream world. A move to the USA allowed her to fulfill her dreams and write her first novel. Kate is published by Signet Eclipse, Kensington Aphrodisia, Ellora’s Cave, Cleis Press and Virgin Black Lace/Cheek.
TERESA NOELLE ROBERTS heeded that advice to write about what she knows, which means she’s been published in Best Bondage Erotica 2011 and 2012, Kinky Girls, Pleasure Bound and dozens of other anthologies with blush-inducing titles. She also writes paranormal erotic romances, but she swears the paranormal part is purely imagination.
THOMAS S. ROCHE’s novel The Panama Laugh was a finalist for the Horror Writers’ Association’s Bram Stoker Award. Roche’s other books include the Noirotica series of erotic crime anthologies and four collections of fantasy and horror. A prolific blogger, Roche writes regularly for TinyNibbles.com, Boiled-Hard. com and many other blogs.
DONNA GEORGE STOREY (DonnaGeorgeStorey.com) enjoys watching football with her husband very much. Her adults-only tales have appeared in numerous places including Best Women’s Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, Penthouse, Frenzy, Never Have the Same Sex Twice and Alison’s Wonderland. She is also the author of the erotic novel Amorous Woman.
SOPHIA VALENTI (sophiavalenti.blogspot.com) is the author of Indecent Desires, an erotic novella of spanking and submission, and her fiction has appeared in the anthologies Alison’s Wonderland and With This Ring, I Thee Bed, as well as Kiss My Ass, Skirting the Issue, Bad Ass and Torn.
KAT WATSON (katwatson.com) is a mom, wife, crafter and chef. She enjoys all couplings and settings. Love is almost always the reason, but the surrounding details fascinate her. Figuring out the talking voices in her head is one of her greatest pleasures. Finding a fabulous bottle of red wine is, too.
AISLING WEAVER writes from a tower in a steel forest and in the belly of a sailboat. Her growing list of published work includes the novellas Dedication and Finding Anastasia. When not turning the pages of life, she can be found on her blog at AislingWeaver.com.
Gifted with a salacious imagination, national bestselling author SASHA WHITE’s (sashawhite.net) brand of Romance with Heat and Erotica with Heart is all about sassy women and sexy men. With a voice that is called “distinctive and delicious” by the Romance Studio, this Canadian author has become a reader favorite.
CORA ZANE (CoraZane.com) lives in an area of northern Louisiana known as “out in the sticks.” Her work has been published by Ellora’s Cave, Cobblestone Press, Wild Child Publishing and various other independent and electronic publishers.
ABOUT THE EDITOR
Called “a trollop with a laptop” by East Bay Express, “a literary siren” by Good Vibrations and “the mistress of literary erotica” by Violet Blue, ALISON TYLER is naughty and she knows it.
Over the past two decades, Ms. Tyler has written more than twenty-five explicit novels, including Tiffany Twisted, Melt with You and The ESP Affair. Her novels and short stories have been translated into Japanese, Dutch, German, Italian, Norwegian, Spanish and Greek. When not writing sultry short stories, she edits erotic anthologies, including Alison’s Wonderland, Kiss My Ass, Skirting the Issue and Torn.
Ms. Tyler is loyal to coffee (black), lipstick (red) and tequila (straight). She has tattoos, but no piercings; a wicked tongue, but a quick smile; and bittersweet memories, but no regrets. She believes it won’t rain if she doesn’t bring an umbrella, prefers hot and dry to cold and wet, and loves to spout her favorite motto: You can sleep when you’re dead. She chooses Led Zeppelin over the Beatles, the Cure over NIN, and the Stones over everyone. Yet although she appreciates good rock, she has a pitiful weakness for ’80s hair bands.
In all things important, she remains faithful to her partner of seventeen years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume.
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