I can take a hint. My fingers wrap around the base of his shaft as my lips ghost over the tip of his dick. For a moment, I’m lost in the taste of him. Cock isn’t a flavor that I ever think of as something to savor, but after living without it for a few months, I crave it. He moves his hands to the back of my head and pulls my mouth over him more completely. I almost gag, out of practice with giving head, but manage to relax my throat to let him thrust into me. I close my eyes and focus on the task at hand. My tongue presses his cock into the roof of my mouth, and I apply suction with each of his thrusts. Daniel groans out a swear or two, letting me take control. I pull back and swirl my tongue around his dick head, forming a seal around him with my lips.
“Is it good?” I pant out, releasing him for just a moment before pulling him back into my mouth.
“Fuck yeah,” he says. His hands tangle in my hair, still letting me decide how to pleasure him. I know I’m a bit rusty, but I do my best up until another man’s hand grabs me at the elbow, pulling me up to my feet.
“Hey now, you’re forgetting about us,” Nick says, a mock pout on his face. I let him drag me to a standing position and I drag the back of my hand across my chin, wiping away all of the spit that had spilled out of my mouth. My hand barely leaves my face before Nick steals my lips with his. His tongue traces the inside of my lower lip as Greg starts to undress in my peripheral vision.
I lift the hem of Nick’s shirt, dragging it up between us and over his head. Greg takes advantage of the gap in Nick’s kiss to pull me to him. Our naked bodies press into each other, his thick cock slipping between my legs to slide into the wet mess that’s been seeping out of me. I shudder and lean into his kiss. His teeth click against mine as I let my tongue explore the roof of his mouth, the space beneath his tongue, everything and everywhere. Hot panting breaths fog my vision, but I can’t let my eyes close. I turn my head to the side and let him devour my neck. Greg’s tongue slides down to my breast and I hiss in fierce pleasure as he takes my nipple between his teeth. His hands feel so rough, pawing at my skin and gripping handfuls of my soft flesh. I must feel like bread dough compared to his rock hard body, not to mention the other rock hard parts of him. His cock had fallen from where I had been holding it between my thighs when he stooped down to pleasure my breasts, and I miss its presence, aching for more contact.
I moan as one of the others comes up behind me, his hands at my waist. I feel Daniel’s bald head against my cheek as he nips and nibbles at the base of my neck. His fingers trail down to my pussy, massaging my lips. The pressure on my clit has me tossing my head, and I knock skulls with Daniel, too far gone to even think about apologies.
‘It’s his fault,’ I decide, fighting for air with each panting breath. ‘All their fault. God they need to take responsibility.’ The thought brings a fresh cry from my chest, and I untangle myself from them with only the faintest amount of regret. Each of my manicured hands finds a cock, and I slowly start pumping them. I let my nails drag lightly over their soft skin, and I get a “Fuck,” of appreciation from Greg. Nick is only watching, and I make eye contact with him, let him see the need growing inside of me.
“Fuck me,” I say, trying to make it a demand. My tone is too close to begging, but I’m too far gone to care. I drop both dicks and walk over to the padded wall, leaning my hands up against it in the same position that the redhead had taken in the pool. Arousal spills from my aching hole as I repeat myself, “One of you has to get over here, and fuck me right now.”
Chapter 3
Nick smirks that smirk of his, and he lets his shorts fall to the floor. He’s larger than I thought he was, and doesn’t seem self-conscious in the slightest. I lean my chest into the wall and let my hands fall to my ass cheeks, spreading myself wide for all three of them to see. Nick’s on me so fast. He shoves himself all the way inside, and I squeal in pleasure and surprise and approval. He pulls all the way out just as suddenly, and my whole body shakes with anticipation, ready to feel him again. I’m not disappointed. Nick fills me up again, one of his hands sliding up the small of my back. He knocks the hands away from my ass, and I brace them against the wall again, leaning into him. He presses on my back, pulling all the way out again.
“You think you’re in control here?” he growls, stuffing me again.
He pushes down on my back, forcing me to bend lower. Daniel comes up to my face, and I take his cock into my mouth as best I can while not moving from the position that Nick had forced me to take. Excess spit spills out of my mouth, and Nick pulls out of me again. I groan with need into Daniel’s cock.
“That’s a good girl,” Nick says, stuffing me again, this time with an added slap against my ass. Daniel’s cock falls from my mouth as he grabs my hair and drags my head up to him.
It’s so hard to kiss him without letting Nick’s cock fall out of me, but I manage it somehow. The thrill of feeling my fantasy playing out has me completely powerless to the heat building inside of me. I can’t control my body. I can’t do anything but seek out more. More feeling, more heat, more pleasure. Nick releases my hair and I rock my hips against him.
“Please, let me come, please,” I beg, trying to get him to make a rhythm fast enough. He lets out a low chuckle, and for a moment, I think that he won’t let me, that he’ll just keep playing with me and teasing me, but he complies. He fucks me good and hard, dragging my hips back to slam into him with each thrust. The feel of it, mixed with the sensations of spit trailing out of my mouth and the taste of cock in my mouth, seeing Greg and Daniel both masturbating as they watch me, the combination of so many things sends me over the edge. The heat in my chest connects to the slamming of Nick’s cock, and I cry out as I orgasm. My muscles spasm and contract, pulling Nick even further inside. He lets out a groan of pleasure, continuing to fuck me as I ride out the full length of my orgasm.
Nick pulls out, saying, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet.” He laughs a bit, and adds, “You got me close though.”
“Well if you’re not going to,” Greg said, pushing Nick out of the way. He takes me by the shoulders and turns me around. My legs feel like jelly as he pushes me up against the wall, easily taking Nick’s place. He thrusts up and into me, my pussy still tender and pulsing with aftershocks. It’s almost too much feeling, and I have to distance myself from the feeling. I glance over Nick’s cock, seeing the sheen of my come on him. I turn my gaze to Daniel and see the need in his eyes, an echo of the needs that I just had fulfilled.
“Hold on,” I say to Greg, and he grudgingly stops fucking me. “My ass,” I say, blushing anew as I make the request, “Fuck my ass, too.” It just makes sense to me. There are three of them, and I have three holes. There’s no sense in “taking turns.” I want to feel all of them, all at once.
I kneel down and beckon Daniel to come forward. With Greg’s dick in one hand, I suck leisurely on Daniel, coating his shaft in my spit. It’s the closest thing to lube that I’m likely to get, and I intend to enjoy every moment of this. A finger slips inside my slit, and I break off from Daniel, startled. It’s Nick behind me, borrowing the come still inside me to lubricate my asshole. I wiggle my hole against his finger as he plays with me, and I resume my attention on the other two men. Daniel’s hand moves to my chin, angling my face up to look him in the eye as I pleasure him.
It doesn’t take long for Greg to get impatient with just my distracted hand job. He takes me by the elbow and I’m standing again. He picks me up, holding me up with just his upper body strength, and he lowers me onto his cock as if I weigh nothing at all. Daniel takes his place behind me, his dick teasing my stretched asshole. He lends his strength to help keep me aloft as he presses inside. It isn’t the easy slide that I’m used to. Anal feels nothing like I expect. I can feel every ridge of muscle relax as I do my best not to fight the intrusion. More than that, I can feel Greg press against Daniel inside of me, and the added tightness drives Greg’s member to grate over my g-spot. I go light headed as I rock myself into both of their cock
s. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, sandwiched between these two muscular strangers. I can’t ignore the open lust in my expression, or the way that all of the men keep studying me in the mirror and in the flesh in equal measure. Sounds I’ve only ever heard in porn fall from my mouth as I squeal and mewl and try to form the words to beg for who even knows what.
All I know is that I want to feel more, want to be completely lost to the sensations. With both of these impossibly strong men holding me up, I’m free to fuck them however I please. I’m in complete control, the only one with free range of motion. I watch Nick masturbate as I roll my hips and slide up and down Greg’s cock. Daniel pulls out in fractions and presses back in the same amount behind me, trapped in the rings of muscle inside of me. It’s good to know that I have some strength inside me, but I know that I need to relax my body if he’s going to be able to fuck me properly. I relax and relinquish control. I let my body move only with Daniel’s movements, and he quickly gains power and confidence. I’m sure that the moans fighting out of my throat don’t hurt as he picks up the pace, driving into me with more force.
In front of me, Greg shifts his grip on my body, holding me from below. His hands cup my ass cheeks, spreading them for Daniel. Daniel’s hands remain on my ribcage, fingers digging into the flesh of my under-boob, close to the nipple, but not close enough. I’m almost frustrated, but the delicious friction over my g-spot has me more than satisfied. Another shallow orgasm rips through my body as I pant. I arch my back, laying my head on Daniel’s shoulder and cry out my pleasure directly into his ear. Greg takes a hand back and pulls his dick out of me, spraying come all over my chest. Daniel shifts his grip to hold me more securely as Nick comes over to take Greg’s place. I steal a glance in the mirror, entranced by the sight of glistening come dotting my tits and belly. My abs flex with the exertion of keeping my body upright, and I take a moment just to appreciate the sight of me.
“You have another one in you?” Nick asks, easily taking all of my body weight in his rippling arms. I slide myself over him, taking him inside of me completely. He groans deep in the back of his throat, letting his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my back. Free from having to hold me up, Daniel thrusts into me in a more deliberate and controlled rhythm. Words fall out of my brain and Nick laughs, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
My eyes slide shut, too hazy from lust and prolonged pleasure to see much anyway. I roll my head back to give both men access to my neck. Nick and Daniel oblige me, each taking some of my skin between their teeth. Nick even bites down, hard enough to leave a mark. The pain gives me enough distraction that when Daniel starts thrusting in deep and hard, I’m pulled right along with him. My punished muscles start rippling with the familiar sensations of orgasm, with a new driving need and the painful cramping of my calves as my whole body goes rigid. When I come, it’s so intense that I want to scream, and Daniel just keeps pumping away. I lean my head forward to smother my cries into Nick’s impressive chest. Daniel comes with a growl, shooting hot come deep into my asshole.
I writhe against Nick’s body, dragging my breasts against him, soaking up every sensation until my climax fades. I don’t quite go limp, but I very much want to. Daniel pulls out of me, and I feel like there’s so much more room inside of me. My come pours out around Nick’s cock, and that must be the final straw. He lifts me off of him and shoots his load directly onto the padded floor.
Euphoric, dazed, completely satisfied, I take Nick’s face in my hands and give him a long kiss. He lowers me to the floor without breaking the kiss, waiting for me to regain my balance before pulling back. I risk a final look in the mirror. I’m flushed, my skin patchy and sweaty, and my ponytail has fallen loose from where I’d tied it up not so long ago.
“Glad it was a cardio day,” I say when I can finally speak again. I feel like I just ran five miles, and my breathing still hasn’t gotten back down to where I can control it.
“And don’t let us catch you breaking our facility’s rules again,” Greg mock-scolds me, adding a wink. I smile sheepishly. He tosses me my clothes and I dress as quickly as I can.
“We’ll clean up here. You go get a shower,” Nick says as I look around the room awkwardly. Glad for the dismissal, I head for the door. Daniel gives me a light smack on the butt as I pass him, and I let out a surprised chuckle.
As I walk down the hall towards the locker room, I wonder if I should have given them my phone number or something. It isn’t too late to turn around, offer to do it again sometime, invite them to the bar for drinks sometime, anything at all. I don’t know why I keep walking, but I beat myself up with each step.
As I get to the locker room, my phone starts ringing. The caller ID reads “Dan.”
“Hello?” I say, nervous all over again.
“I put all of our numbers in your phone, and I made sure that we got yours. Is that okay?”
The thought that they might be as nervous and awkward about all of this brings a smile to my cheeks and I can’t help but laugh.
“That’s fine,” I say, undressing again and getting out my shower kit. “More than fine. We should do something like this again.” While I still have the nerve, I add, “And soon.”
His warm chuckle in my ear is the best encouragement I could have gotten.
STORY SIX
Chapter 1
Waiting inside the cold, sterile interrogation room, I can’t help but be excited. I wasn’t sure when this was going to happen, that was part of the fun. I told my husband, Conner Mitchell, what I wanted and he arranged it. That’s the way things have always been between us. We were open, honest. It was surprising for an older man like Conner to be so accepting and adventurous. I imagine it’s partly because of our age difference. I’m only a couple days away from twenty-six and Conner is almost forty-two. He isn’t the kind of man to share his doubts, but I know he must have them and that’s why he dotes on me so much.
He asked me what I wanted for my birthday this year. He said it could be anything. I smiled and told him my deepest fantasy. I wanted to be gang banged and I wanted him to watch. Any other man might have said no, but it wasn’t the first time Conner and I included other people in our bedroom activities. He kissed me and promised to look into it. That was the last we spoke of my birthday wish.
Until tonight happened.
I was walking home when the police car pulled up alongside me. The cops jumped out, threw me against the hood and patted me down. They handcuffed me and threw me in the back of the cruiser. If Conner wasn’t a police captain I might actually have been afraid, but I was nearly certain this was all part of his plan. After all, it was two days to my birthday.
When we arrived at the station, the three officers took me straight to an interrogation room and cuffed me to the heavy metal table. I’m still sitting in here an hour later and finally the door opens, admitting three police officers. I glance over my shoulder, wondering if Conner is watching through the one way glass.
I turn my gaze back to the three men, my eyes flicking over their name tags. C. Perez is the shortest of the three, with dark, swarthy features and smoldering brown eyes. M. Hudson is tall and built like a truck, broad and powerful, his deep, chocolate skin peeks out from beneath his navy uniform, muscles straining the fabric. The third is R. Thomas. He looks pale compared to his companions, his creamy skin dotted with freckles, ginger hair trimmed short. A great selection of fine young men, I can’t wait to get my hands on them.
“Angela Mitchell,” Perez starts, slapping a thick, manila folder down on the table in front of me. He shakes his head in disgust as he peers down at me. “We have you on a list of charges as long as my leg. Some of these are truly disturbing. Public indecency, lewd behavior, sexual harassment, prostitution, drunken disorderly… Do I really need to continue?”
I play along, trying to act affronted. “Where the hell is your proof? Do you know who my husband is?!”
“Yeah, we know who your husband is,” Hudson chimes in, standing
opposite me, his arms across his chest. I can almost hear his shirt stretching against the tension. “He’s watching you right now and let me tell you, he’s absolutely disgusted. He had no idea his wife was such a trashy whore.”
I can’t help but smile, shifting in my seat as I feel my pussy ache with arousal.
“Do you think this is funny?” Thomas snaps, leaning toward me to glare fiercely. “These are serious charges. Nobody’s gonna help you out of this. Not even Captain Mitchell.”
I don’t stop grinning, I let it turn mischievous, adjusting so that my face is inches away from his freckled nose. “Come on now boys, maybe we can work something out… You people make deals all the time, don’t you? Why not make a special, off the record deal with me?”
Hudson slams a mighty fist down on the table, I can feel the impact tremor up my arms, jiggling my tits. I chose the best day not to wear a bra. “Do you want us to add police bribery to the list?!” he bellows.
“Come on now guys,” Perez pats Hudson on the shoulder, his eyes locked on my breasts. My nipples are poking through my blouse. “Why don’t we hear her out?”
I turn on the charm, letting my eyes wander hungrily over each one of them in turn. “I fuck you all,” I finally propose, my voice a low, husky purr, “and then you let me go with a warning.”
Thomas raises his eyebrows. “You want us to fuck you, with your husband watching?”
I squirm in my chair, biting my lip and nodding. “Oh yeah, I want him to see all three of you ramming your cocks into me… I’m totally helpless to stop you, after all, I’m handcuffed to the table…” I flex my wrists, making the metal cuffs clank against the cold, hard surface. “What do you say? Who wants to go first?”
For the longest time none of them move. They leave me sitting here, my pussy wet with desire just thinking about what’s about to happen. I can’t help shifting again, glancing between all of them as the tension continues to rise. Oh I want this so bad, why are they taking so long?! Did I make a mistake, had I asked for too much from Conner? A sudden jolt of fear cut through my chest. What if I had asked for too much? What if Conner was retaliating by pinning a bunch of charges on me? But he would never do that, he loved me! Didn’t he?
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