“Who owns your ass? Who owns it?” Mic asked Steph.
“You Mic, You! You own my ass!” His friend's girl answered between the most passionate moans ever as his dick slid in and out of her.
“Fuck her doggystyle Keith, fuck her on all fours!” Mic commanded.
But I didn’t want to move. Keith felt perfect where his cockhead was hitting; it was rubbing against sensitive orgasmic nerve bundles far and deep inside me. I wanted him to keep rubbing my stretched walls against his extensively veined cock. I grabbed his firm ass and shook my head both sides.
“Hm-hmm. NO. Don’t move.” I begged. “Keep fucking right there. I’m gonna squirt all over you this big fat fucking cock.”
His eyes opened the more, and he began pumping furiously into me as Mic pumped viciously into his Steph's sexy ass.
Keith stopped sucking my breast, but then he began using his finger against my clit as he fucked me. He spat on the pad of his two fingers and placed the wet fingers against my swollen clit and rubbed it in circles just as hard as I would like him to.
Oh fuck, my eyes rolled up. I felt a movement on the bed and opened my eyes to see Stephaney walking towards me, and so too was Mic. Mic started sucking on one of my breasts and Stephaney on the other while she stuck one of her feminine fingers into my asshole. Oh fuck, I was so stuffed and filled in every way possible.
“I’m about to squirt!” I whimpered, and Michayle stuffed his thick tongue down my throat silencing my whimper.
CHAPTER 5
Michayle looked into my face that was twisted by my throes of climatic episodes and prolonged orgasm. He slid a hand in my hair; light, thin strands of my hair fell over his hand and on to the outer edge of my ear. It tickled when some fell into my ear. He steadied my face.
“Look me in the eye,” he said. I opened my eyes weakly; his look was soft, pleading, “You’re not going to cum anymore okay. Don’t think about his cock inside you. Look. Concentrate. Just look at me.”
“But I can’t,” my face winced as I spoke, “It feels so fucking good.”
I tried to block the feeling of Keith’s cock inside me from my mind, but his hard body which was humping against mine was maddening, feeling the horny humping as he fucked me was enough to drive me up the walls.
Keith rubbed harder on my clit, and I whimpered helplessly,
“No Keith, no, I’m about to cum again!” My chin crumpled into many ill-shaped dimples on my chin.
Mic held my head firmly in his hands, “Listen. Listen. Concentrate. Don’t you dare fucking cum!” He commanded sternly while looking into my eyes; my eyes were weak, I couldn’t keep a steady stare, he could see I was defeated, my walls breaking down, succumbing to the intense pleasure that assaulted my senses. “You won’t get hooked on his big cock right?”
“Ohoooo . . .” was the answer that came out my mouth. I was locked in a trance of pleasure. I threw my head back, and my eyelids shut on their own accord. Michayle jerked me by the arm back to reality.
“Listen! Stop feeling. Stop thinking about that cock in you, or you’re going to cum. I don’t want you to cum okay?”
With almost water in my now glassy eyes I shook my head, foot crisscrossing and wriggling out of control, eyes rolling over in my head, whimpering
“Hmhmm, hmmm.”
“Good.” He stated, and as he let go of my face and my head fell backward again, my eyes fluttered shut, and I pressed my body weight down on Keith and rode deep and slow under his body.
“Oh fuck,” I said and bit my lower lip. I tried to say something else but then the pleasure washed it away from my mind, and all I could do was moan endlessly.
“Make that pussy hurt!” Mic commanded Keith.
“Go deep in her pussy!”
“Oh fuck, I'm about to cum!” Keith strained to grunt, his face a mask of bliss.
“Cum inside her pussy,” Mic commanded.
Stephaney’s face opened up, “Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes, fill her up! Fill her up good.”
Stephaney came close by me as if she didn’t want to miss out on the action. She rested her face on my belly and pulled my pussy cheeks apart as Keith’s body was jolting about to spill his warm cum into me. My squirt shot out, and the greedy Milf sucked down my squirt as I felt Keith’s big thick warm cock pulsing inside me, spilling out streams and streams of warm cum inside my young pussy. Oh fuck, a big cock must cum a lot more. I had never felt so much hot warm cum inside my pussy ever. It felt like a bucketful inside me.
I felt Mic's body heat as he stood there over me, pumping his erect cock, his face contorting and legs stiffening as he tipped on his toes about to spew his hot load. He jerked his fist at a raging speed the veins making the sides of his cock more pronounced as he pumped out his hot cum all over my face. I closed my eyes as the first hot splash landed on my lips. Keith emptied himself into me and Mic unloaded his cum on my face. Stephaney took Mic’s cock into her mouth with the un-swallowed squirt she still had in it. She spilled my squirt out her mouth onto his cock.
Watching her sexy oral play made me crave to taste Stephaney’s mature pussy.
I wanted to suck her alone, but Mic joined in and helped me suck the living daylight out of her. Soon then Keith joined also, and the three of us ended up sucking Steph's pussy and ass. Her body convulsed in no time as the three erotic tongues worked her thoroughly. As she felt her body quivering and about to explode, she hauled me by my face from between her legs. I thought she wanted my breast in her mouth, but she didn’t.
She wanted me to sit in her face as she came. I perched my wet sticky pussy on her face and rode her. She reached her tongue into my hole and greedily licked all of Keith’s cum out my pussy.
I didn’t expect her to be loud, but she moaned like a wild animal into my cunt as she came hard in the two mouths below her.
No one got dressed. The four of us fell asleep on the bed across each other. Would we do it again in the morning?
The End
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Table of Content
Adult Erotic MM Sex Book Short Romance Rough Male Story
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.
CHAPTER 1
Chad
The music vibrated through my body, but it didn’t help the alcohol go down any faster. “Von Essen,” I heard a woman shout, I turned around, my eyes focusing on a slim, tanned woman in a mini skirt with curves that could rival any video vixen. Wait, she was my video vixen. She wrapped an arm around my waist.
“I was wondering when you were going to come to one of my parties.” I smiled at her, but I realized something as I spotted the mole on her chest. This was not the video vixen in my video. This was her twin sister.
She waved a bottle of Cognac in her right arm. I didn’t know her but shit, a host is a host afterall. I squeezed her shoulder. “Where’s the bar?” I spent five minutes wandering past what I assumed was a living room. I nearly shit myself when I saw the various fish swimming beneath my feet on the glass floor.
She pointed her long pink nails towards the chandelier not far from the jacuzzi room. “First hallway on your left.” She twirled a strand of her hair, and even though she didn’t say a word, I knew she was goi
ng to be requesting something. “Or you could come with me in the Secret Room and share this.” She waved the cognac.
I couldn’t help but be impressed by her way of asking me, most women usually come up to me and sit on my lap or grab my cock. She grabbed my chin, she must’ve seen me look away.
“So my sister was wrong then.”
I ran my hands through my hair. “Wrong about what?”
She shrugged. “She says you like to make out with multiple women at these parties.”
I reached for the cognac and she pulled it away. She grabbed my waist, and I held the back of her neck, but it was her who pressed her lips against mine.
After a few seconds, or a minute later I pulled away and wiped my mouth. She wore cheap lipstick, I could see the pink stained smears on the back of my hand even in the dim light. Holding my hand, she led me to a private room towards a black love sofa. At the corner of my eye I could see a man straddling another man as lights circled the room. I opened the bottle of cognac and the tanned woman sat on my lap. I felt the warm throb of a hickey being sucked into my flesh. I thought it was her, but it was another. A young guy had come over from… somewhere, and decided my neck looked tasty. I didn't fight it. He looked up at me and I grabbed the back of his head. The guys at these parties liked it rough. Who was I to not indulge them?
Through the odd spotted lightning in the room I could tell the room was still Barney purple. I took another gulp of alcohol. I wanted to drink until the walls morphed into a different color. The tanned woman’s hands were brushing over my chest and down my stomach, teasing the denim over my cock. The boy attached to my neck drew out soft groans from me as I felt the blood capillaries bursting beneath his sucks. And once he was done with one side, he moved to the other. My eyes had nearly closed but before they could I saw my bodyguard approach.
I sighed and pushed the guy on top of me to the side. “This better be good.”
He took out his phone and showed me the screen. “Sasha is here, she says she wants to talk to you about something.”
I gestured for him to give me a second as I lifted up the bottle. “Hold on.” I finished the rest of the bottle. “Okay now I’m ready for hell.”
I followed my bodyguard until I saw the blonde haired demon herself.
CHAPTER 2
Chad
Sasha’s blue eyes looked away. It was good to know that she still felt shame for what she did to me four weeks ago, I folded my arms and waited for her to get on with it. Sasha opened the flap of her red purse. My foot tapping impatiently. “What do you want?” She handed me a folded piece of paper.
“Rico was asked to be a guest judge on that new reality band show called another boy band, and the producer told me he wanted to give you the first guest judge spot instead.”
I opened the paper. “Did you fuck him too while we were together?” Her eyes became watery. Her job was an actress so I couldn’t believe she was pulling this shit.
Her face suddenly became blank. “No. I just thought you would want the opportunity.” Her eyes focused on me. “It’s the biggest TV show in America right now.”
I scanned the document, it was a contract. “And what do you gain, is this about that scandal? Because you always get out of those so smoothly.” I couldn’t read her face. I admit, she played the poker face very well. But I had no time for this shit. “I’ll have my agent look it over and let you know.”
A small breath escaped her as if she wanted to say something. “I’m just looking out for you, and Rico is my boyfriend after all. I have to find some way to detract attention from this. I figured, why not help someone else in the process?”
I told her I would consider it, and I turned around. I wasn’t drunk enough, and I didn’t have enough hickies on my body, at least not in the right places.
CHAPTER 3
Chad
“You don’t have to keep sending flowers love,” my mom said to me in German over the phone. I heard her say something, I guess it was her friend saying something. “You come by her headstone every day, yet those entertainment people on TV always have something negative to say about you. Why I ought to go up there myself and…”
I laughed, nearly spitting the water out of my mouth.
“It’s been a while since I’ve heard you laugh so hard,” she said. “We’ll talk later.” She made a kissing sound that sounded so realistic I felt her kiss on my cheek like a phantom had delivered it for her. I rubbed my cheek with the tips of my fingers.
The phone vibrated against my thigh and I quickly lifted it back to my ear. “What’s up?” My agent was fumbling over his words, and the cymbal crash like noises over each of his words didn’t make the situation any better.
“Move to a quiet area,” I said. Gosh, it was like listening to a cryptic message from one of those sci-fi movies.
His breathing slowed down. “Turn on the TV.” I snatched the remote from the couch, the portrait on my wall turned upside down. Okay tumbling on the couch was a shitty idea.
Rico’s bare chest glistened on the screen. He didn’t even bother to button up his pants all the way. Sasha was leaning against him with the same tank top I bought her. She held a stupid grin against her teeth and We Heart Entertainment’s lights captured it all.
The WHE reporter’s red dress was so tight, it was only a matter of time before her eyes popped out. “We’re glad to have you here Rico, can you tell us about your upcoming appearance on Late Night?” She damn near shoved the microphone into his beard.
“Well it’s not confirmed yet, but I’m going to perform there Thursday.” Perhaps there was something wrong with my TV, if that’s the case then it’s time for me to stop ordering my electronics online from the same place.
I picked up an apple. “Are you sure it’s not just a miscommunication?”
My agent made a low rumbling sound, that meant he was about to say something I didn’t want to hear.
“That’s what I thought too, but I confirmed it with the show, they said Thursday. I went to the producers. They told me they were going to tell you, but they didn’t know how to go about it since they wanted to make sure Rico was onboard.” The line on the other end was silent, and the sounds of music ceased.
Sasha’s paper stood on the coffee table along with her words: ... ‘the producer told me he wanted to give you the first guest judge spot instead.’
“Come by as soon as you can. I’ve got some producers I need you to talk to.”
He coughed. “I’m on my way. Did you find a way to get your spot back on the show?”
I bit into the apple. The juicy goodness refreshing the previous alcoholic smell in my mouth and washing it into something new. “No, something better.”
CHAPTER 4
Nathan
They told me I shouldn’t sing that song, they’d either try and force me to sing another, more popular song. Or they would just not pick me at all. That’s what they told me, anyway. A man in a black shirt and a headset ushered behind another curtain. A thick cord on the floor blocked my path, and I nearly tripped over it. He scribbled something on his clipboard, the sound too similar to nails on a chalkboard.
He glanced at me. “Name.” It wasn’t even a question it was a statement.
It felt like a bug was crawling at the back of my neck. “Nathan. Nathan Enkeli.” He wrote it down and asked me how to spell it.
“Exotic, is that German?”
I shook my head. “Finnish.” The growing lump in my throat loosened. It was nice to finally hear someone ask me a question about myself other than thrusting papers in front of me or telling me how I can make money in other films.
He pouted, I heard voices on the stage and I was tempted to call it quits. This whole thing was dumb. My stomach churned, and the cheesesteak sandwich I had for lunch was threatening to come up. I could recover from nausea but I couldn’t recover from this. If I mess up, it’s worldwide shame, not just a stomachache.
“Alright three minutes until you’re o
n. Just follow the black tape not the white tape and you’re all set.”
Ok black tape not white tape, got it. The skin on my head prickled. My shirt stuck to my chest, and I was grateful for the baseball cap on my head. My heart thumping so hard it deafened out the rest of the commotion.
“Two minutes left.”
I wiped the sweat off my neck. The lights are too heavy. Could lights be heavy? My skin was on fire. Two words.
“You’re on.”
I held onto my guitar. This was my baby. If no one else liked my audition, I knew my guitar would. I looked ahead at the thousands of random faces filled with skepticism, but it was the white chairs that the five judges sat on that burned in my mind. Vanita beckoned for me to move closer. Her red curls shook as she looked down at a paper in front of her. I can’t believe it was actually Vanita.
“Can you tell us your name?” asked Ray, he was so much cooler looking in person.
“I don’t know any Finnish Americans, do you?” Vanita asked Chloe. The Chloe from my favorite rock opera ever. She shook her head.
There were a few chuckles here and there but the main person who I was hoping would speak to me picked up a black coffee mug and took a sip. His eyes looked away despite him facing me. It was Ray who asked me what song I was singing. “The Lights are West by Von Essen.”
The previous chuckles in the audience and the sounds of chit chat sucked out of the room like a vacuum. Chad slowly put down his coffee mug. The judges’ heads turned towards him. He finally looked at me and my chest swelled. He leaned back into the seat and looked at Vanita. “Well I want to see the face of the man who is singing one of my songs. Take off your baseball cap.”
I was certain my heart stopped, every hair on my arm stood up, and the lights were not generous, grabbing every chance they could get. Nevertheless, I pulled off my hat and dropped it on the ground. My hair fell on my shoulders. A bead of sweat ran down my temple and I prayed to every deity that existed that no one saw it. Curse you camera close ups.
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