by Zoey Marcel
Keith sat on the couch and pulled her onto his naked lap so she had her back to him and faced the mirror. Both groaned and ground against each other when his hard cock nestled into her soft, warm ass cheeks.
“Show her our papers,” he instructed.
Travis presented them to her. He’d apparently stripped while she’d been occupied. “We're clean, darlin', but here's proof.”
“I believe you.”
“Don't you dare take our word for it,” Jake warned. “You look those over. People can lie about their medical history. You've got to be damned sure about what's going into your body.”
“Those are from a few weeks ago,” Travis told her. “We've only been with you since you came back to Kentucky, but we got tested anyway the same as you did. We already know you're clean.”
Virgil crammed his hand into his pocket frantically and yanked out a paper that had been folded multiple times. “I'm clean, too, honey. Here. Take a look.”
Jake laughed. “A man who walks around with proof of his fuckability. I like it.”
Virgil smirked. “I don't normally do that, but I thought it might be a good idea if I saw Kayla again.”
She handed the papers back to Travis and Virgil. “Thanks.”
Travis nodded and set them aside.
Keith covered her mouth, fingers making a V as they rubbed the sensitive nub. “Touch yourself. Let us watch you masturbate. Come all over my pants.”
Kayla moaned, body mourning the abandonment when his fingers retreated. She must comfort the pleading rosebud. She pressed her finger to her clitoris, gasping at how sensitive it was. She circled her clit slowly at first, trying different points on the tiny gem to see what felt best this time. She stroked faster, mouth dropping and head rolling back into Keith at the building levels of pleasure in her system.
“Stop.”
She rubbed herself faster, hoping to climax before he could stop her. His hand restrained her rebellious one, and he gently repeated the command.
“Please let me come. It hurts.”
“What hurts?”
Damn his antagonizing questions. He knew darn well what was plaguing her. “My pussy. I need to finish.”
“You will. Take a good, long look at Jake.”
Naked Jake lay on his back on the carpet. His chiseled body was impressive. Brown wisps of hair cut short in a stylish fashion. His black coffee eyes touched her all over. Even with the tantalizing package he made, it was difficult to study his features for long with his upright cock pointing toward the ceiling, turgid and prominent.
Keith pushed her to her feet. “Use his cock to rub yourself, but don't put him inside of you.”
“Teasing bastard,” Jake muttered.
Kayla trembled as she straddled him, taking his sweltering erection in her hand. He was massive, almost as large as Keith and Travis. Long, thick and rock-hard. The mushroom shaped head blushed scarlet, emitting its crystal dew for her. The male anatomy was truly beautiful.
She rolled his penis against her sodden folds, extracting a tortured cry from Jake. The sound heated her blood, rendering it as liquid fire in her veins. His desperation empowered her as a woman. He was dependent on her for pleasure. How delightful.
“Faster, baby. It feels so good.”
It did. She rubbed harder and faster until the brink of orgasm was within reach. They made an erotic vision in the mirror. Their coupling fully showcased in the unabashed honesty of their reflection. She was doing this. She was using Jake Langley's cock to push herself over the edge, dragging him with her.
Jake's hand joined hers on his erection, and he took the stimulation up a notch, creating an earth-shattering friction that burned her alive.
Her whimper evolved into a near howl when the end came. The orgasm slammed into her, jarring her senses entirely until it no longer mattered that three men watched her rubbing genitals with the cowboy. It didn't even matter if the neighbors heard, or that Jake had suddenly shoved his cock up her and rammed inside her quivering cunt.
She felt strong, bare arms wrap around her body, lifting her off him. Her pussy squeezed the air, crying for union again.
Jake swore at the enforced desertion. “I was about to come, you louse.”
“Jake, our mama taught us to share,” Travis reminded him.
Virgil snickered. “Yeah, somehow I don't think this is quite what she had in mind.”
Jake wore a wicked grin.
Keith's stormy eyes were intense. “On your knees, sub.”
Kayla sank to her knees, holding his gaze. If she didn't focus on his face, his cock would be in view, and for whatever reason she felt it best to avoid staring at his erection. Somehow it seemed more personal with him than it had with Jake. Was it because of the Master she strongly suspected loomed in the shadows of Keith's dominant nature?
Certainly she didn't love one of her five soul mates more than the other, but she loved them for different reasons and related to them in unique ways. Keith brought out the ultimate submission in her as only Master Hugh had ever been able to achieve.
She couldn't pinpoint the reasons or say for sure why she only desired to be a sub with Jake and Travis and a slave to Hugh and Keith any more than she could understand why she craved an equal partnership with Virgil. She only knew she needed them all and for different reasons.
How mistaken she'd been to suppose Keith's eyes would be less unnerving than gawking at his groin. They seared her to the core, setting her soul on fire. Her eyes watered in fright at his power over her, and she lowered them to the floor. He must never know.
Maybe she'd been too open when she'd pleaded for him to make her his slave. Who did such things? He already had tremendous power over her. With it he could destroy her if he wanted to. And she wanted to give him more?
Keith lifted her chin so his erection was before her. “Have you ever worshiped an uncircumcised penis before taking it into your body?”
She blushed when her eyes fell on his uncut penis. All her cowboys were uncircumcised, which was definitely her preference. The cocks of her soul mates were breathtaking and magnificent. The hard, silky flesh never failed to amaze her. It was intriguing, exotic. “Five times ... Sir.”
Keith frowned before a lopsided smile of understanding hitched up one side of his lips. “Five different men?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jake smirked. “Four cowboys and an old fart?”
She smiled, heart hurting when she thought of Master Hugh leaving her again. “Four cowboys and a long-suffering Master, Sir.”
Jake's expression became solemn and deferential as if he were paying respects to a deceased veteran.
Keith snapped his fingers, kidnapping her attention once more. “Look at my cock, sub.”
She absorbed the primal flesh, swollen and jacked-up with lust. The veins wound through his shaft like thick ropes made to see heavy-duty action. Fleshy pinks and blood-darkened purples stained his broad crown. A milky droplet of pre-cum seeped from the slit, emitting a masculine aroma that reeked of sexual desire and a refusal to back down.
“What do you think of it?”
Her pussy contracted at his words. “It's really long.”
“Does it please you?”
Her cunt ached, remembering how it had stretched and filled her, searing her with his scalding release. His body was scorching hot as was Jake's. She couldn't wait to feel the seed of her lovers burning her insides.
“Yes, Sir, your penis pleases me very much.”
“Kiss my cock and let me feel the softness of your cheeks on it.”
She gently kissed his shaft and the head before rubbing the length on her cheeks. The way his breathing changed as he threaded his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp, provided a level of intimacy she had sworn to avoid with him. Sex and passion with him were more than fine, but worshiping his cock would invite trouble.
He wanted to be her Master and she wanted to be his slave, but he wouldn't go that far with her. He
denied them both, and it hurt. Cock worship would only tease them both. Certainly she could share this with them as her Doms and even with Virgil as her lover, but the act of adoration reminded her more of a slave worshiping her Master.
“Rub your breasts against my groin,” Keith instructed.
Kayla felt hot as she ground her chest into his package.
Virgil sounded excited. “Hot damn.”
“You should have her do this to you,” Keith suggested. “It's intoxicating, and she enjoys the way my pubic hair and testicles feel against her breasts, don't you, sub?”
She felt feverish at the explicit references to his body. Keith normally referred to his testes as balls, but he seemed to enjoy her embarrassment over his substitution. “Yes, Sir.”
His stomach scalded her face where they met. The closeness of his body touched her in a way she couldn't have fathomed. With his genitals grinding into her chest and her arms around his well-built frame, she felt a part of him a deep, binding way. She kissed his washboard abs, eyes stinging. Why did the intimacy and his masculine beauty choke her up?
Keith fisted his hand in her hair to pull her away from him. Even the rough demand that caused a slight tingly pain to her scalp exuded love. He moved his other hand to her hair and loosened his grip with the right one, interlacing his digits in her tresses as he swam in her gaze in an almost telling silence.
“Not to interrupt, but some of us are in pain,” Travis prodded. “I really need our little darlin' bad.”
“Quit hogging her, asshole,” Jake growled.
Keith let go of her and stepped back. His eyes flickered over to Virgil. “Have you ever been in her pussy?”
“Nope, just her mouth, which was heaven,” Virgil replied with a dreamy look on his face. “If you fellas don't mind, I'd really like to be in her pussy this time.”
“That's fine by me,” Travis answered, and Keith nodded.
“I'm gonna stuff her ass until it suffocates her,” Jake boasted with a dirty wink at her. “So it's all the same to me.”
“Thanks. Should I lie down on the couch or the floor?” Virgil asked, seeming mildly shy.
“You should get naked first and then lie on your back on the couch,” Jake advised.
Virgil's brows popped up as he looked at the couch, keeping his gaze from them. An endearing blush dusted his cheeks as he clicked his tongue. “Right, okay then. And you all are certified straight?”
Travis smiled and nodded. “We've only been with women.”
Virgil frowned, seeming a little uneasy. “By choice?”
Jake laughed. “Just take your clothes off already, man. He said we're straight, and if one of us is lying, you'll find out soon enough, won't you?”
Travis shook his head with a crooked grin. “Jake, you ding-dong, quit messing with the poor man. You're gonna freak him out. We're all straight, Virgil. No worries.”
Virgil exhaled in relief. “Okay good. Nothing against you if you weren't, but I'd have to sit this one out if that was the case.”
He stripped and reclined against the couch, stiff with nervousness, though his dick rode a little higher when he smiled over at Kayla.
“Get on top of him, Kayla,” Jake ordered. “I want you to suck his neck purple while I stretch you.”
Kayla straddled Virgil and leaned forward, running her fingers through his soft locks as she lavished kisses on his neck.
Jake's lube-covered fingers slipping into her anus was an uncomfortable invasion. “You're so tight, I wonder if I’ll even fit.”
“Jesus, Jake, give it a rest,” Keith commented.
“How many fingers do you reckon I can shove up here?” Jake asked.
She clenched her hindquarters in apprehension.
“Ugh! Quit screwing around, Jake. I want action,” Virgil complained. “She's so wet, it's killing me.”
“I can't help it. You feel so warm and good and manly.” She snuggled into him as Jake massaged her sphincter muscles into complacency. He rubbed her anus and nuzzled her back like an affectionate cat.
“Start sucking, subbie. I told you to give him a hickey,” Jake reminded her.
She gathered Virgil's skin into her mouth, sucking his neck hard and sensually, spurred on by his enthralled noises.
“Let me see.” Jake yanked her head up by her hair, cock stiffening against her back when she let out a breathy gasp over his roughness. “That's a real nice hickey, baby. You did good. Virgil, get up. Once I'm situated, you can come back.”
He helped Kayla sit up, and Virgil got off the couch. Jake laid her back down on the couch on her stomach.
“Breathe and push out.”
She did as he ordered. Once his cockhead popped past her tight ring of muscles, the pain evaporated into a mere unpleasant memory. Now there was only discomfort and impossible fullness. The couch was wide enough that he could roll with Kayla, so he lay on his back and she was impaled on his cock with her back against his chest and her bottom smashed against his groin. The movement before Jake situated himself caused them discomfort that subsided once they were in position.
Virgil climbed onto the couch, looking enraptured and horny as he walked on his knees between her splayed thighs. Jake propped one of her legs up over the back of the couch and held the other open wide for Virgil, who smeared lubricant in her pussy folds.
Travis knelt and swept her up in a spine-tingling kiss she never wanted to end.
Kayla squealed in his mouth when she felt Virgil pierce into her vagina with his enormous erection. The thing stretched and filled her so completely it drowned out every thought and stole her breath. Travis swallowed her cry as Virgil sank deeper into her pussy, slowly, moaning in sweet agony.
Travis groaned into the kiss, and the buzzing vibrated in her mouth, inciting a whimper.
Virgil's cock rubbed against something inside of her, making her eyes water as an unprecedented rush of pleasure flooded her senses. The sweltering stiffness of Jake's penis rubbed against that same place from behind. How could she possibly survive a dual assault on her G-spot?
Keith got on the couch and stood on his knees at an angle from her face. The wide couch enabled him to sit between the back of it and her. “You suck on me and use your hand to play with Travis. Concentrate on rhythm, but not if it's gonna stress you out. We'll enjoy you regardless. We just want you to feel what we do to you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Travis stood and fisted the root of his dick, giving her a naughty smile.
The blushing plum-head of Keith's cock knocked at her eager lips, sliding past her teeth when she opened her mouth for him. The decadent taste of hot man made the blood simmer in her veins.
A hot, fat erection pushed into her hand, and she held onto Travis, wanting to please him.
Jake screwed into her ass. Virgil drilled into her cunt. Keith stroked into her mouth while Travis thrust gently into her hand. Four cocks using her body. Four sinfully appetizing cowboys that wanted to touch her, love her, and pleasure her. She'd never felt so full, so feverish with lust, and so surrounded in her life.
Keith pulled his cock out of her mouth, sounding breathless and driven as the other three men pumped their erections faster in her cunt, ass, and hand.
“Say you belong with us,” Keith demanded.
Kayla couldn't remove her gaze from his. Her eyes watered and glazed over as her body succumbed to an unearthly pleasure. A nirvana formerly unreached. This was unreal. Orgasm from double penetration? A different form of climax, but an insurmountable experience nevertheless.
“We won't hold back with you anymore. Say you’re ours,” Keith growled.
“Promise you'll never leave us again,” Travis added.
“We don't want pieces of you, baby,” Jake ground out as he humped her ass from behind. “We want all of you. Your submission, your love, all of it.”
Virgil panted hard and let out a breathless chuckle. “How the heck can you fellas talk during this madness?”
Travi
s grinned. “Determination.”
Virgil smirked, clutching Kayla's left thigh and holding it open with his arm hooked under her leg. “All my determination is honed in on my cock right now, but that's just me.”
A breathy laugh rumbled in Jake's chest, vibrating against her bare back. “I think I'm starting to like you, Victor.”
“It's Virgil, and wait until we're done here to tell me that.”
“Yeah, good point. Forget I said it.”
Keith stared down at Kayla, scorching her with his dominant gaze. “We want an answer, slave.”
He called her slave. Was it a mistake? Was he testing her, or was he finally succumbing to his desire to own and control her? She wanted to be his slave, but could she ever handle something like that again? What if he tired of her? What if her needs were too dark for these cowboys? What if their needs were too dark for her?
Master Hugh had been a patient Dom with her, though he'd certainly never had a problem pushing her boundaries. Keith reminded her of him in some ways. Still, what if he had far more dangerous cravings than her first Master? Why did the thought exhilarate her so much when it simultaneously left her absolutely petrified?
Kayla tried to get up, but Jake and Travis held her down. She didn't feel scared anymore. Being held down while men had their way with her should have scared the crap out of her and resurrected flashbacks, but nothing of the sort happened.
All she knew was an overwhelming feeling of security covering her like a soft, warm blanket and a raging inferno of lust that made her ache with obsession. Her cowboys would keep her safe and never let her forget how cherished she was. They all loved her and wanted only her, not just for today, but forever. The reflection brought her heart to its knees. She couldn't refuse them if she tried.
“Yes, Sir, I'm yours. I belong to all of you, and I'll never leave you again,” she promised.
“Good girl,” Travis said.
Jake nuzzled her, and Virgil looked like he'd gone too ballistic to add any input.
Keith mouthed the words “Good girl”, and the praise along with the dominance in his eyes set her womb on fire. He fisted his cock again, tickling her lips with the tip and painting her sensitive flesh with his dewy pre-cum. Her mouth opened in obedience, receiving his engorged organ. The fleshy taste of his hard, hot sexuality exploded all over her tongue as she stroked and bathed his cockhead and length with her tongue, coaxing pre-cum to drip from him.