He smiles wanly.
“Let’s try something,” I say. “Tell them to start the song from the beginning this time.”
Jason relays my suggestion to the truck. I borrow his headphones because they’re the only ones with a cable long enough to reach Ian’s area.
As soon as I hear the song’s intro, I drop to my knees in front of Ian and unzip his jeans. I feel everyone’s eyes on me from behind as I take out Ian’s soft cock and sink my mouth over it until I’ve engulfed the entire thing. With my nose touching his lower belly, I grab his hips and listen to Jason singing Baby’s Got That Look in Her Eye as I suck Ian.
It’s surreal to feel Ian growing harder in my mouth as Jason sings to me in my ears. I can feel the wetness between my legs increase with each passing line. By the time the song is halfway over, Ian is hard as a rock, on the receiving end one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever given.
Closing my eyes, I imagine being on stage at Madison Square Garden, with thousands of people watching as I fellate one of their heroes. All eyes are on me, and every woman wishes she could be me.
As the solo approaches, I actually feel him swell, then I suddenly hear the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. Ian is somehow transferring our illicit act into his playing. His brilliant slide guitar work threatens to distract me and it’s all I can do to concentrate on the task at hand.
I’m no musician, but I’ve been around these men enough to know a great guitar solo when I hear one, and Ian is burning it up as I take that entire thick cock into my mouth again and again. I feel him swell even more and know he’s on the verge. I don’t know if an orgasm will throw him off or not, but I don’t think I could stop now even if I wanted to.
I cup his balls in one hand and a few seconds later he explodes in my mouth, an absolute torrent of hot cum hitting the back of my throat. Spurt after spurt, Ian plays on and the solo reflects the sexual energy of that orgasm. Still, I continue to suck that hard cock, not easing up until I know he’s given me and the song everything he has to give.
As the end of the track rolls around a few seconds later, I slowly slide my mouth off his length, kissing the tip before I tuck him away and zip his pants. When I stand, I see Ian’s chest rising and falling with heavy breaths and his eyes wide open. I plant a sweet kiss on those full lips and turn around to see that same stunned, wide-eyed look on the other four men.
“Holy fuck,” Nick says, and I actually blush at what I’ve just done.
In Jason’s headphones, I hear the producer say, “My god, Ian, that was bloody perfect. Whatever you did, you should do that every time you play a solo.”
Everyone laughs. “Let’s hear it again,” Jason says, seated on the purple chair with my headphones on.
I snuggle against Ian, my arm around his waist, as we listen to the playback.
Indeed, it’s perfect. Beyond perfect, if that’s possible.
“That’s that, then,” says the producer. “I’m off to bed. If any of you blokes dare to wake me before noon, there will be hell to pay. Tomorrow afternoon we can start the harmonies.”
Harem is still stunned as they remove their headphones.
“I want to do a drum solo tomorrow,” Nick says cheekily. “With Kelsey assisting.”
Ian leans over and kisses me, then whispers, “You’re an amazing woman.”
“Well done, Harem!” Jason says. “It took an incredible night to wash away the taste of a dreadful day.”
Everyone agrees with his assessment.
“Now we can all get some sleep,” Zilla says.
“Amen,” Nick concurs.
“Not so fast,” I say.
They all look my way. I’m a live wire, so sexually excited that I can barely stand still. I don’t remember the last time I felt like this.
“What’s up, love?” asks Jason.
I swallow hard. “I need you in the King’s Bed. All of you.”
“Now?” Nick asks incredulously. “It’s past four in the morning.”
“We rockers are nocturnal creatures,” I reply smugly. “This is when we’re at our best. I’ve been looking forward to this moment for weeks and I dare any of you to wimp out on me now.”
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Jason is on board immediately. “It’s brilliant. There couldn’t be a more perfect time. Look at this gorgeous woman. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”
After witnessing the intense blowjob I just gave Ian, they all agree.
“Jason’s right,” Zilla says. “Sleep can wait.”
Just having Jason and Zilla in my bed would usually be more than enough, but this time is different.
I need more. I want all my men.
Everyone abandons their posts and we all walk up the big winding staircase, my desire growing stronger with each step. When we get to my bedroom, I stop them.
“You guys go up and wait for me. I’ll be right there.”
I want to freshen up and change. No woman in her right mind would show up for her own gangbang wearing pink velour sweats.
Five minutes later I step into the hallway wearing something I’ve been saving since I bought it in New York weeks ago. It’s lingerie by La Perla, a stretch tulle sheer tiny slip embellished with lace. Elegant macramé roses cover my nipples, but apart from that my breasts are clearly visible, and more roses line the hem. I paired the slip with some sheer lace bikini underwear and stay-up silk stockings with floral lace designs at the thighs.
When I purchased the outfit, I remember second-guessing myself about spending half of what I paid monthly for rent for my Manhattan apartment. Now I’m glad I did.
I slip into my black spike heels and I take the stairs to the third floor, where I walk the length of the hallway to reach the stairs leading to the fourth-floor glass room with the King’s Bed. If this extravagantly expensive lingerie didn’t make me feel sexy enough, wearing it while walking in a centuries-old British country manor would have. Not to mention what awaits me at my destination.
Every step I take builds my sexual excitement until I’m practically sizzling with desire. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I first laid eyes on that bedroom, and that bed.
I am going to show my men a time they’ve never had. Nothing is off limits tonight.
There’s very little light as I approach the door at the end of the top of the stairs, and the darkness takes my breath away. I imagine the looks on my guys’ faces when they see me dressed like this. I picture them quickly stripping out of their clothes and laying me on the bed.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I slowly open the door and step inside to see a moonlit room with five totally naked men awaiting me. The ceiling tapestry is opened all the way, so glass surrounds us on every side except the floor. This setting is unimaginably sexy. It’s like being in a glass cube suspended high in the air. An almost-full moon hangs in the nighttime sky, and the surrounding countryside is eerily illuminated. I can see everything, but no one can see in because we’re up so high.
The moonlight casts a sexy glow on everything, including the ridiculously fit bodies in front of me.
I stand there, admiring them as they admire me.
Jason sucks in a breath and Brandon utters a soft, “Wow.”
The canopy hangings have all been rolled to the top of the bed frame, opening everything up. Jason and Ian sit on the edge of the massive bed, with Nick reclining behind them. Brandon is standing nearby, as usual already half erect, and Zilla… oh my god. Zilla is near the window, and as impossible as his tall body is to ignore, that giant cock hanging between his thighs gets my full attention. My body tingles at the mere thought of having that in me again.
I have so many delicious options in front of me I don’t know where to start. I look around and can’t resist Brandon, since he’s already hard with anticipation. I cross the big room, feeling sexier than I’ve ever felt before. This room, the moonlight, the huge bed, my lingerie, my five men… it’s all very intoxicating.
“Hi, baby,” I say as I put
one hand on Brandon’s chest and wrap my other around his cock. “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” He grows harder at my touch.
“You look amazing,” he says, his eyes glassy with desire.
“Thank you for coming back. I don’t know if I would have wanted to continue all this if any one of you left.” As I stroke his hard-on, he traces a finger over my slip, across my breast, and my nipples stiffen immediately. Brandon has developed quite the touch. I can’t help but remember when he came only seconds into a blowjob the first time we were together, in that beautiful cove in Fiji. Clear pre-cum is already leaking from the tip of his cock, and I bend over to lick it off, savoring its silkiness on my tongue.
I feel a hand on my lower back, under my slip, sliding down to my ass. I turn and see Jason behind me, his rock-god face mere inches from mine. I’m already loving this and we’re less than a minute into it. What not to love when you have all these gorgeous men aching to fuck you?
I gesture for Ian to join us because I desperately need one of those amazing kisses. He doesn’t disappoint. In fact, I’ve never had a kiss with Ian that didn’t excite me. Jason’s hand continues downward, his finger lower over my butt until he finds my opening and starts teasing it. That really sets me off and I reach for Nick’s cock, never taking my other hand off Brandon and still kissing Ian.
This is what I love, having all my men interacting with me at once, letting them use my body for their pleasure. I want to be connected to every one of them simultaneously.
But where’s Zilla? I stop kissing Ian and look around, finding Zilla nearby, his cock growing as he watches his bandmates play with me. Letting go of Nick and Brandon, I reach for him. Even with both of my hands on him, Zilla still has a couple of inches left over. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over what a sexy sight his massive cock is.
“Mmmmm,” I say as I play with him, turning him even harder.
“This is your night, beautiful,” he says. “Tell us what you want.”
What I want? No, this is not about me.
I’m Harem’s woman.
Among all the things I am for these guys, I want to be their sex toy. I want them to use me, to explore themselves through me. I want to be so much for them that not even a hundred women could replace me.
“No, my gorgeous men. This night is your reward for the amazing music you’ve created here at Wolfshire. I want you men to lay me down in that massive bed and do whatever you want to me. Anything you’ve ever wanted to do to a woman, you can do to me tonight.”
“You’re asking for trouble, love,” Nick says with a smile.
“More than that, baby. I’m begging for it.”
“Well, fuck. You don’t have to tell me twice,” Ian says, picking me up and laying me on the bed.
In no time, Nick and Brandon are kneeling by my head, their cocks nudging my needy lips. I grab each of them in a hand and begin licking. My heels are carefully slipped off. Someone tugs my panties downward and I look to see Ian remove them, then kiss his way up the insides of my thighs. When he reaches my pussy, I’m almost embarrassed by how wet I am.
Then I see Zilla kneeling next to me, that huge cock protruding over my stomach. His normal intense stare is now crazed with lust, and my breath hitches, just as Ian’s tongue slides into my wetness, Zilla grabs my slip between my breasts and pulls it apart, ripping it right down the middle and exposing my body.
I don’t mourn the loss of my beautiful lingerie because there won’t be a problem replacing it. I suddenly have an insane urge to get Zilla’s big cock in me, but Ian has me occupied for the time being. Instead I refocus on the two cocks I bring into my mouth, one at a time, sucking each for a few seconds before switching. Brandon is positively dripping pre-cum, the silky liquid coating my lips.
Zilla’s hands find my tits, his fingers gently playing with my hard nipples. When Ian finally gets to my clit with his tongue, I’m ready to burst with lust. I bring Brandon and Nick to my mouth at the same time, pressing the heads of their cocks together so I can run my tongue over both without stopping.
In all the commotion, I’ve lost track of Jason. As Ian’s tongue traces over my clit, driving my desire ever higher, I continue to somehow suck these two cocks simultaneously like a champ, as if I did this sort of thing every day. To be honest, I have done this quite a few times since I met these guys, but it always seems to drive everyone crazy, even the ones who are only watching.
A hand gently pulls my wrist away from Brandon’s cock and places it on a different rock-hard one that I recognize immediately as Jason’s. I squeeze my fingers around him.
“You ready to get fucked?” I hear him ask.
“Please.” My voice is a shameless, needy rasp, muffled by the two cocks I’m licking. I’ve been wanting Jason since I saw the hard-on he got earlier while staring at my exposed tits as he sang to me.
I see him tap Ian on the shoulder, and Ian’s mouth leaves me as he rises and Jason takes his place, moving his hips between my legs. His hard cock nudges my opening, then stops there.
I wait, needing this badly. When I realize I’m about to be fucked in the same bed that the King of England once slept in, I can hardly breathe. Then Jason pushes into me and slowly sinks into my depths. Having him inside me goes way beyond simply being fucked, though; with everything else going on right now, I feel ravished.
I still don’t know what part of my psyche responds to this feeling of being used for physical pleasure by the men I love. Since I met Harem, though, I’ve more than admitted it to myself; I’ve embraced it. Nothing makes me happier than my body serving as a canvas for the sexual expression of the band. And I know the guys will always make sure it’s gratifying for me physically, as well.
Jason’s cock feels so delicious inside of me that I feel an orgasm building in no time. I moan softly at first, then louder as it approaches, continuing to suck two cocks at once while Zilla and Ian suck on my nipples. As I slip over the edge, I hold those twin cocks firmly in my hands and cry out loudly, the electricity surging through my body. That’s enough to set Jason off and he comes hard inside of me, holding my hips so he can hammer away until his orgasm subsides.
As Jason slowly withdraws from me, I’m instantly ready for more. Ian is right there, waiting. He positions me on my stomach, then gets behind me and slips his hard-on into my eager pussy. While Ian fucks me, Zilla moves in front of me, holding his big cock out for me. I open my mouth wide and let him feed it to me.
I’ve been through this with Zilla enough to know that if I can get him nice and slippery with my saliva, and if I can relax my mouth enough, I can get quite a bit of that monster into me. One day I hope to work his entire length into my mouth and throat, but I’m not there yet. I lick him thoroughly, then begin to suck on just the head. Zilla loves this. I do, too, especially with Ian sliding in and out of me from behind as my other guys watch intently, stroking themselves.
I work more and more of Zilla into my mouth, until I feel him against the back of my throat and have to stop. Zilla has other plans, though: He grabs my head and holds it still while he slowly pushes his hips forward. I panic at first, then force myself to relax as I feel him moving into my throat. Ian is fucking me harder now, making me more excited and receptive to Zilla’s insistent cock.
Zilla pulls out a little, then pushes back in, repeating until I begin to get comfortable with the feeling of him being that far back. I wrap a hand around his cock against my mouth, then pull back, taking him out altogether. When I look at the position of my hand on his shaft, I can see that I’ve managed to get some three-fourths of him into me.
Maybe this will be the day.
He pushes back into my mouth and we continue. Ian’s thickness feels really good in me and I’m beginning to sense a second orgasm won’t be far behind. I moan into Zilla’s cock and he responds by pushing a little further in, his big head moving deep into my throat. That pushes me past the point of no return and I start to spasm, my pussy clenching hard a
gainst Ian’s fat dick.
The moment my orgasm hits, I feel the urge to push against Zilla and I feel him magically glide into my throat, all the way. It’s an amazing thing, to realize I’ve trained my gag reflex to be able to take his entire cock. As I come hard, he holds my heads and slow-fucks my mouth, groaning as he leaves a load of cum so far into my throat I never taste a thing.
Ian’s not far behind us, pounding a few more times as he unloads inside my needy pussy. Zilla slowly withdraws his length from my mouth and I look up to see the stunned faces of Nick, Brandon and Jason.
“Holy shit, woman,” Nick says. “Is there anything you can’t do?”
Still on my hands and knees as Ian pulls out, I grin, feeling quite proud of myself for somehow being able to handle all of Zilla. The sore muscles around my mouth are proof it actually happened.
“Hold that pose,” Brandon says, sliding under me. He holds his achingly hard cock up for me to impale myself on, which I do eagerly. While Jason, Ian and Zilla relax and regroup, I ride Brandon, my hands holding his ribcage as I bring my hips up and down over him.
I blush as I think what an absurd pleasure it is to have one rock-hard cock after another to service me.
“Turn around,” Brandon says. “Face the other way.”
I manage to accomplish the feat without removing him from my body, then holding onto his thighs as I continue fucking him. Nick appears in front of me, dripping erection in hand, and I take him into my mouth without breaking stride and suck him expertly for a while.
I’m on fire now, a total sexual monster. I take Nick out of my mouth and continue riding Brandon as I look around the room at all these gorgeous bodies, all gray and blue in the moonlight.
I suddenly feel that I can do anything asked of me.
I want more.
“Push me harder,” I moan. “Let’s try something new.”
Nick must have already had something in mind, because he sticks his cock back in my mouth for a few seconds, then removes it and repositions my legs so that I’m lying down, my back against Brandon’s chest and his hard cock still inside me. Nick leans over and kisses me, then licks his way down to my pussy, all while Brandon is thrusting in and out. His tongue on my clit feels exquisite, but he doesn’t remain there long.
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