As I speak, I lean a little forward. My dress, with a zipper at the front, is zipped up to some point between my tits. For a formal occasion, no doubt a little low.
“Well,” Oliver to my right replies, and I feel his hands on my thigh. “With any luck, our dinner companion will have plenty of ideas and suggestions.”
Now I raise the other eyebrow. “He or she sounds…interesting. When will she be coming?”
Lucas chuckles.
The waiter returns, and a laugh escapes my lips as I see the most enormous barbequed sausages with mashed potato on the dinner plates.
My eyes are fixed on the dark brown, still slightly sizzling meat.
“Now here’s what I call a juicy bit of meat.” I take my index finger and rub along the sausage before putting my finger in my mouth to suck on it. After a while, I release it with a loud pop.
Six eyes are glued to my every action.
Groans soon follow.
“Yum,” I mutter and do it again. “But I wonder if there are other delicacies waiting for me?”
“Bloody fucking oath there are,” grunts Eli, and I can practically see his fucking massive cock try and force his way out of the tightness of his trousers.
I giggle.
“Really?” I pretend to be all ears. “Do elaborate on those delicacies.” I invite and pick up the sausage with my fingers to start sucking on it.
Deliberately I use my tongue to lick the sides as I have the tip of the sausage inside my mouth.
“Fuck, Sofie.” Lucas mutters through clenched teeth.
When we’re finished, Eli announces we’re retiring to the movie theater.
“You’re kidding?” I try and hide my disappointment. Dinner and movie seems such a lame date, considering the caliber of men I’m dating.
Lucas leads the way, and I follow.
“It’s not just any movie, though,” mumbles Oliver into my ear, and I feel his hand rest easily on my ass.
His touch sends electric shock waves through me.
The movie theater is like a real movie theater—only it’s in Lucas’ home and not in a public place.
Oliver dims the lights. Eli leads to a massive beanbag-type multi-seat sofa. Lucas turns a switch and the movie starts.
I suck in my breath and can’t believe what I’m seeing.
And now I know what movie we’re going to be watching.
Fuck.
If I was horny before, I’m now super horny and can’t wait for one of them, or all of them, to start fucking touching me.
And I need their fucking massive cocks to play with.
“Tonight’s movie has a super star in the main role,” announces Eli, and the other two applaud.
“Lady,” Oliver bows in front of me, “and gentlemen. Let’s roll Sofie’s movie.”
Sofie
Remember the first time you heard your own voice on your answering machine? The first time you saw yourself in the background of a video?
There’s a moment of grim recognition: Holy fuck. Is that ME?!
And then, holy fuck. Yes, it’s you, and it’s unsettling as hell. Good luck sleeping tonight, bitch. Enjoy your lifelong embarrassment!
At first, up on the big screen in life-like clarity, it’s not me the camera is focused on. It’s Elijah. He’s up close, adjusting the lens and flirting with the film. I watch him wink one bright blue eye, bite his lip in high-definition, and slick his tongue over his teeth like the cocky fuck he is.
Then, he backs away. You’d think giving the shot a little distance would make things better, but in fact, it just makes the growing wetness between my pussy lips even worse. The irresistible sexiness oozing from the screen has already taken over your body reactions.
Eli at a distance has broad shoulders that could carry an entire nation. Knowing his family’s political pedigree, there’s still a chance those shoulders might do exactly that.
His chest hair is thick and dark and perfectly curled against huge, muscular pectorals. A gorgeous happy trail descends down his six-pack abs into a dense forest of manly pubic hair.
There’s only one tree in that forest, but it’s 12 inches tall and so hard, you’d think it was petrified if it wasn’t for the way it’s throbbing in Eli’s fist. He has more than enough wood to satisfy me—and to think, tonight I’ll probably be taking all of it, plus two more of its closest friends.
Eli eases back onto the bed, grinning like the lusty idiot he becomes when all his blood has drained out of his head and into his dick. I could watch him like that forever, I realize. Laying naked in full view, showing off his thick thighs and bulging biceps while he strokes his super-sized dick.
My eyes glance over at Real Eli for a second, seeing if he’s watching himself up on screen. But no—when our eyes meet, I realize he’s watching me.
I almost blush as I look away. He has to know how turned on I am by watching him like that. Knowing my dumb ass, it’s probably written all over my face.
But then my eyes hit the screen again, and that almost-blush blossoms on my cheeks in full force.
Big Screen Sofie just made her appearance in the dirty movie that’s rolling before my very eyes, and just like I remember—she’s bare-ass naked, wearing nothing but a pair of heels and a smile.
I can see the exact moment that I noticed Eli’s cock. Right down to the millisecond. One moment, I’m looking past the camera with nervous excitement. The next, my jaw is practically slamming into the carpet.
I watch as my nipples go hard up on the screen. I see my stomach contract as my cunt throbs.
Fuck. It’s so realistic, I can practically smell myself getting soaking wet in an instant.
“You like that, don’t you, Sofie?” Lucas calls over to me with an amused smile.
Which is when I realize. I actually can smell myself getting wet. It’s not that Lucas has managed to install smell-o-vision on his home theater set-up; I’m actually fucking dripping right now. In real time.
“Come here, darlin’,” Lucas calls, patting his knee and beckoning me over with a little tilt of his head. It’s such a simple gesture but he makes it look so sexy.
I tiptoe around pillows and cushions as I make my way to him. On the screen, Oliver’s hands are roaming over my naked body like he fucking owns me. When I sit on Lucas’ lap, he’s quick to do the same.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, hmm?” Lucas asks although I know he can already tell.
His hands match Oliver’s every movement on the screen, and I seem to respond in the exact same way.
Only now, I’m on Lucas’ lap instead of standing in Oliver’s bedroom. Staring down myself. Slutty Sofie. Naughty Sofie.
And whatever I’m grappling with now, it’s not exactly the same as what’s playing out up on the screen.
“It’s…unnerving,” I finally admit with a nervous little laugh. “I can hardly believe that’s me.”
“And why is that, Sofie?” Lucas asks.
“She looks…bad,” I whisper.
“I don’t know about that. She looks pretty fucking good from the angle I’m seeing.”
“You know that’s not what I mean,” I say, giving Lucas’ cheek a light little slap.
My fingers brush against light stubble on his cheek as he takes the offending hand into his fingers. I hold my breath as he moves it to his mouth, kissing my palm.
“You talk about that girl on the screen like she’s someone else.” Lucas’ gaze is wolfish as he stares up at me.
“She is someone else,” I insist. “All slutty and desperate like that...”
We both watch in silence for a moment as Big Screen Sofie crawls on her hands and knees across the mattress to Big Screen Oliver and Eli. Her ass is pointed directly at the camera, pushed up in the air so that you can see everything. And I mean everything.
The way her asshole puckers, tightening when a cock sinks down her throat. The way her pussy is so wet, it’s dripping down onto the cream-colored silk sheets.
“That’s not me at all,” I whisper.
“No?”
Lucas pinches one of my nipples through my dress and my back arches for him involuntarily, pushing my tits out all slutty and nasty.
“I think you’re wrong, Sofie,” Lucas says with a smirk. “But if that woman up on the screen isn’t really you…”
He jerks the zipper currently holding my dress together down in one firm tug. My tits spill out of the top of it as I gasp in shock.
The next thing I know, Lucas’ knee is bouncing beneath my ass, jostling me to the floor. As I kneel before him, Lucas undoes his belt and gets his cock out of his pants.
Of course, he’s already rock-hard. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him any other way.
“I’m glad I have the real-deal here instead,” Lucas says as his fingers curl around the back of my head. “Fucking Imposter Sofie’s mouth looks fun and all…but fucking the real thing sounds even better.”
The tip of Lucas’ cock is hot and slick with precum as he presses it against my lips. He smears his juice across my lips like lip gloss, and I can’t help myself. I stick my tongue out and lick it up.
Lucas is the kind of man who takes a chance when he sees one. When he spots his opening, he forces his cock deeper. Through my lips and onto my tongue. He’s so thick that my fucking jaw feels like it needs to unhinge, but at the same time…
He feels so fucking right, being in my mouth where I can lick him and suck him and taste his precum. It feels like the most perfect thing in the entire world. A deep desire swirls in my body and I can only feel pleasure as I take him in my mouth.
I can feel my whole body relax as Lucas forces my head down, easing more and more of his hard, thick man meat into my warm, wet throat. It’s almost soothing, sucking cock like this. I feel like I’m worshiping him. Basking in his manhood.
Which is stupid. And decidedly, very bad.
But why the fuck would something so bad feel so good?
Because I want it. And I want more.
“Sofie,” I hear Eli call, just as I’m getting into a good rhythm on Lucas’ dick. “Come here. I want you.”
I look up at Lucas, his cock still stuffing my mouth completely, waiting for his instruction.
“Go on then,” he says, pulling his dick out of my mouth and wiping it on my face.
Does it smear my foundation? Probably. It’s too hot that I don’t really care.
“Are you sure?” I ask him. Or, maybe that’s Naughty Sofie talking. There’s a little flirtatious challenge in my voice that I don’t recognize as completely my own.
“I’ll have you again soon enough,” Lucas says with certainty. “Best let the other boys have their turn before I ruin you completely.”
Oh. Fuck.
I can’t get that out of my head as I crawl away from him and towards Eli.
Taking Lucas’ cock so deep in my throat that it’s ruined forever.
It’s the thought that’s at the forefront of my brain as I kneel in front of Elijah instead.
“Enjoying your big screen debut, Sofie?” Eli asks.
He smooths my bangs away from my forehead as I kneel at his feet. Against my will, my gaze slides up his thigh, all the way to the giant bulge he’s currently packing his own slacks with. Without taking his pants off, I can already imagine what he looks like rock-hard and waiting for my mouth.
“You must be,” he says with a chuckle. “You only look at me like that when you want something.”
I prop my elbows up on his knees, moving closer. He bites his lip expectantly as I toss a look back to what’s currently going on behind us on screen: Big Screen Sofie, being passed back and forth between Oliver and Eli’s massive, throbbing erections.
“Is that how you see me?” I ask. My teeth sink into my own lip, mirroring his expression.
“Sometimes,” Eli admits. “Is that not how you see yourself?”
“Not at all,” I tell him, shaking my head. “I…I can hardly believe that’s me up there, Eli.”
When Eli strokes my head again, it’s absolutely lovingly. I find myself leaning into the feel of his palm against my scalp. Like a cat with an itch it can’t quite scratch.
“Maybe that’s why we wanted to show it to you, sweetheart. It’s high time that we made a believer out of our girl.” Eli’s hand slides out of my hair and down to my neck. He tugs my dress away from my torso, then trails his fingers down my spine. “Well…that and because it’s driving Luke crazy that he wasn’t invited.”
We cast a glance back toward Lucas, who’s absentmindedly stroking his cock to the scene playing out on the screen. He’s biting his lip too, I realize. Part of me wishes I was back there, sucking him off so he doesn’t have to miss my mouth. I decide I’ll make it up to him when he gets his turn.
But then Eli’s cock is out of his pants, and I’m staring down the barrel of his cum cannon instead. The resemblance it has to Lucas’ dick is uncanny. It’s just as thick, just as long, and just as hard. But instead of golden hair at its base, Eli is dark. Like ink. And where Lucas’ cock is already dripping with my saliva, Eli’s is just beginning to leak with precum from the tip.
He doesn’t even have to move me. I go down on him myself, sucking and licking and moaning against his hard-on just like Big Screen Sofie is doing right behind us.
As Eli stuffs my mouth, I’m hit by the same sensation that I felt earlier. Like I was made for this. The more I’m filled with cock, the happier I become.
“Sofie,” Oliver shouts from across the room. “I need you.”
Eli swats my ass approvingly as I give him a final suck and turn to crawl away.
“Best for last, hmm?” Oliver asks me as I kneel before him.
I can feel him staring down at me, but my gaze is fixed with intense focus on the outline of his cock beneath his pants.
Oliver moves, and I expect him to unzip himself. Unleash the beast. Let me at it!
But instead, he takes my chin in his hand and turns my face to our porno up on the screen. Our faces are both illuminated by the light of it as Oliver’s mouth dips down to my ear.
“Look,” he growls against my earlobe. “This is my favorite part.”
We watch, transfixed, as Big Screen Sofie fires both of the pocket rockets in her fists directly into her mouth, soaking her face with Oliver and Eli’s collective loads.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Is that what I really look like?”
“It is,” Oliver says. “Does that bother you?”
I suck my lower lip into my mouth, thinking about it for a second.
Big Screen Sofie’s face is dripping with semen. Hot, creamy, sticky and all fucking over.
She doesn’t look like me at all.
She looks like a slut.
But at the same time, undeniably, she has my nose. My lips. My tits. My face.
“I just can’t believe we’re the same,” I say. And fuck. Now I’m blushing again. “When I’m with you and Eli and Lucas, it’s like I become someone else.”
“Dark Sofie,” Oliver chuckles. “Naughty Sofie.”
“Exactly. It’s not me up there,” I say, even though I can’t manage to pull my gaze away. “It’s someone else.”
“No,” Oliver says, pulling me against him. His voice is suddenly harsh. Authoritative. The kind of voice you don’t call into question. “I was there, Sofie. That’s you.” He nods to the screen. “And this is you,” he says, running a thumb across my lower lip.
“I’m not that kind of girl,” I insist, but it’s no use.
“You’re exactly that kind of girl. And more.”
Before I can argue with him any further, Oliver tugs my mouth to his for a hard, passionate kiss.
“Do you…do you want me to suck your cock too?” I ask. My voice is shaky as he pulls away.
“No,” Oliver says with a cruel grin.
It makes my heart sink. Whether I want to admit it or not…fuck, I was looking forward to sucking his cock! After all that insis
ting otherwise, I know that how bad I want him is written plain as day across my fucking face.
And he can see it, too. He’s teasing me, wanting me to acknowledge Naughty Sofie. To become her. Before my eyes, Oliver’s grin turns even crueler.
“I want your cunt,” he snarls, pushing me to the floor.
My body falls backwards onto a pile of cushions and pillows. Oliver’s lips follow my fall. The cushions catch my body, and Oliver’s mouth catches my neck.
His teeth scrape against the thin, delicate skin just over my jugular. His fingers claw at my dress, tugging it away from my half-exposed body. Oliver’s muscular arms tear my dress off of me like it’s made of aluminum foil. Or tissue paper. Something definitely more fragile than leather and fabric.
When he’s done with it, he yanks it away from my ankles and throws it across the room, then forces my knees apart and claims his prize.
My cunt. My wet, slippery, dripping, throbbing cunt.
“That’s not what we agreed on,” Lucas’ slow, southern drawl croons from behind me.
I look up at him in ecstasy as Lucas looms over me, now completely naked, while Oliver sucks my engorged clit into his mouth and between his teeth.
“Sorry,” Oliver pants against my thigh. “Couldn’t help myself.”
“Greedy bastard,” Lucas chuckles. He drops to his knees and presses his huge, hard cock against my cheek as he folds himself over my torso. “Guess you’re going to have to learn to share.”
Oliver nibbles my clit deliciously, causing my entire body to spasm, just as Lucas’s tongue licks down my abdomen like I’m a special treat and he just can’t wait to get a taste. Lucas’ smell envelops me. His warmth washes over me like a spot of sunshine on a cloudy day.
I turn my head to the side as Oliver uses my clit as a punching bag for his tongue. It leaves my lips pressed against Lucas’ cock in an accidental kiss. I can’t help but stick my tongue out to lick his shaft as his mouth moves to capture one of the dark pink peaks of my nipples.
When Lucas sucks my nipple into his mouth, it feels so incredible, my body thrashes again. The soft and wet insides of his mouth send electric pulses of pleasure to my spine. It makes me turn my head again—and now my lips are pressed against Eli’s cock instead.
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