by Lexi Sinner
Heath made his way over to the end of the table with his own cock in his hand. He slid the cake back out of the way to sit down. Cindy was glad. The icing was making her sick and horny at the same time.
Blake leaned down and took one of her nipples into his lips. He was not gentle as he sucked her clean. Cindy spread her legs. Heath sucked on her other nipple. His tongue and lips were like a light caress. She spread her legs wider.
Cindy took hold of Heath’s cock as she continued to stroke Blake with her other hand. Heath was not as long or thick as Blake. They were both bigger than Scott and Heath was growing to greater reaches under Cindy’s fingers.
She teased Blake’s balls with her fingernails. He bit down on her nipple and she squeaked. When he laughed, she pinched his balls and he yelped as he pulled back off of her.
Blake pulled her hand away and massaged his balls. “That cake is gross. I’d stick with blowjobs, if I were you.”
“Is that your business advice?” Cindy winked as she continued to stroke Heath and he kept sucking.
“I’m a business genius. Trust me on this.” Blake stood up and brought his cock back to her mouth.
She smiled which allowed him to push it back into her mouth while Heath still sucked on her. Heath cupped both her breasts and rubbed the tender nipple of her other breast still wet from Blake’s mouth.
Blake placed one hand under her chin and the other on her forehead. He took command of her as he thrust in and out of her mouth. He pulled all the way out before driving back in and she stuck out her tongue as he worked her mouth.
Cindy blindly slid her hand down to the base of Heath’s cock. His balls were still in his suit pants. She snaked her fingers in and cupped them. They were heavy. Heath sucked in wet air over her nipple and the sudden cold gave her tingles. She worked his balls out of his pants and went back to stroking.
Blake turned sideways with his cock still in Cindy’s mouth. Her cheek poked out wide from the fat head of his manhood pressing from the inside. He stroked her cheek over the bulge of her mouth. He slapped her cheek lightly to feel it through her mouth. His cock popped out, but he shoved it in again stretching her mouth out once more. He slapped at her bulging cheek a little harder.
Cindy looked up at him with her eyes watering and saw that he was smiling.
She reached up and flicked his balls. He moaned and popped out of her mouth again. Blake backed away and started pulling his suit off. He wanted more. Cindy looked at his toned body and realized she wanted it too.
She pulled Heath toward her and went all the way down on him. Her nose pressed his belly and his balls rested against her chin before she realized how much Blake had stretched out her mouth and throat for her. Heath groaned and started stripping off his suit as Cindy slid up and down on him with her lips.
Blake knelt down naked and snapped Cindy’s dress the rest of the way open. She spread her legs, but he pushed them back together and yanked her panties down off her slick ass in the chair. She worked Heath with her mouth and hand as Blake pulled the panties down her thighs, past her knees, over her calves, and off the sharp points of her heels.
He spread her back out and she expected to feel his mass push inside her. She was surprised when his tongue flicked against her clit before painting all over her pussy lips. She tilted her hips toward him to encourage him and she sucked Heath with more enthusiasm.
Blake’s hands gripped her hips as he pushed his tongue inside her and she felt her muscles begin to pulse and throb with pleasure. His hands slid back behind her and cupped the sweaty cheeks of her ass in the chair. His hands paused as he seemed surprised by the feel of what he found holding her generous ass. He caressed her slick skin along her cheeks and gently over her crack. Cindy went over the edge and bucked against his face. He squeezed hard over and over each time his hands slipped of the sweat from her orgasm. Cindy screamed and moaned over Heath’s cock in her mouth. He pushed as far as he could into her throat bouncing his balls off her chin.
Blake pulled her up and swiped her dress and open bra off her shoulders. He bent her forward and she grabbed and stroked his cock. He rubbed and slapped her ass like he couldn’t believe what he had found.
“Are you going to play with it or fuck it?” Cindy flicked his balls again.
Blake growled and pushed her forward on the table. Cindy rolled up on her side so that her tits were showing again. Rings of sweat marks where they had landed on the table.
Blake squared himself at the end of the table. He rubbed the length of his cock along her pussy, her ass crack, and back over her pussy. He slapped her pussy and ass cheeks hard with his cock. Cindy wasn’t sure which hole he was going to use until he drove balls deep into her pussy.
He was so big, but he slid all the way home without any trouble. Blake hugged one of her legs against his chest for leverage as he slammed into her over and over. Her beautiful tits bounced and her perfect ass rippled with each impact.
Heath climbed onto the table and slid between her sweaty tits. Cindy pushed them together for him and he pumped hard. The head of his cock poked her chin twice and she opened her mouth. Heath thrust harder to work himself between her breasts and drive more of himself into her mouth each time. Her lips smacked wet each time he enter and exited.
Blake groaned and thrust hard slapping his hip against her ass again and again.
Blake pulled out. “I want that mouth again.”
Cindy slid her tits off of Heath and passionately kissed his cock twice while Blake watched. “Do you?”
“Oh, God, yes,” Blake breathed.
***
He climbed up on the table. Heath slid up under her. She lifted up on her knees. He missed twice trying to penetrate her. Cindy took hold of his cock and slid Heath in as she lowered her ass and slid her pussy over him.
Heath took hold of her hips and thrust up into her clapping her ass and bouncing her tits. Cindy turned sideways at the hips toward where Blake planted his bare ass on the break room table.
She tasted herself on him as she worked her neck. Blake slipped out of her mouth from the powerful thrusts of Heath shaking her whole body. She could barely keep her balance and a second orgasm made her dizzy. She leaned down and kissed the side of Blake’s cock. She sucked on his balls. Blake lifted his cock back up and she took it back into her mouth. She sucked up and down on him. Heath started pumping so fast as he banged her that Cindy thought he was trying to launch her through the ceiling. Blake slipped out of her mouth again. She licked up his length, but couldn’t get to the head. She licked his balls instead. Blake lifted his cock and held Cindy’s head as he drove back into her mouth. She worked up and down on him and sucked hard to keep him from falling out.
Cindy saw motion at the door. She looked up without losing Blake out of her mouth. Scott stood there with his jaw open. Blue folders fell out of his hands to the floor. Cindy couldn’t see over the table to tell if they were the kinds with clips. The sound brought Blake’s and Heath’s attention to the door. To their credit, neither man broke rhythm as they worked her pussy and mouth.
Blake said, “She brought a cake, but it wasn’t very good. You should take a blowjob instead.”
Cindy turned her head and Blake’s cock bulged her cheek from the inside. Her mouth came off of him with a pop. Her voice was slurred from her misshapen mouth as she said, “Happy Birthday, baby?”
When Scott pulled off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt, she felt so relieved. He said, “This was a fantasy I always had. How did you know?”
“I know what you like. I saved a hole just for you.”
Blake got up on his knees and held Cindy’s head as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth with wet slurps.
She felt Scott slide the head of his cock up and down the length of her ass and she shivered. He appreciated her ass. As he pressed into her, she felt so full with Heath in her pussy, Blake stretching her mouth, and now her husband taking her ass.
As his balls slapped against her, sh
e was thankful that he was thinner and shorter than the other men. The three cocks drove into every hole at different rhythms from each other and Cindy came again.
Heath suddenly shuddered. “Switch with me, Blake. I want to cum in her mouth.”
Heath slid out and climbed out from under her. Scott took the opportunity to pound into her ass harder. Cindy backed into his cock with her teeth clinched. Blake climbed under and pushed between her pussy lips. He stretched her wide as he entered her again and she held in the groan not sure how Scott would react if she acted like Blake’s cock was pleasing her too much.
Blake said, “I’d rather switch with Scott.”
Scott laughed. “Sure, boss.”
Cindy let out a groan unable to contain the pleasure anymore. “Not a chance.”
Heath took her mouth as Blake and Scott worked her below. Heath stroked himself as Cindy licked and sucked all around his cock and fingers. He exploded, blasting her face with his cum. He painted her face, streaked her hair, and missed a couple time to glob onto her back. She thought he was never going to stop. She took him into her mouth and sucked until she couldn’t swallow anymore. His cum ran out of her mouth onto her chin and tits.
Blake scrambled out from under her. She thought he was trying to avoid getting splattered, but instead he stroked himself and shot three sprays on her cheek as she still sucked Heath.
Heath pulled out and sunk down into one of the chairs. Blake shot off his full load on her face from a distance as Scott slammed against her ass from behind.
Blake stepped forward and she sucked on him just as Scott pulled out. She cleaned off Blake as her husband’s hot cum covered her pussy, ass, and back.
Blake and Scott dropped back into chairs as Cindy lay on her side in her sticky mess on the break room table.
She looked around at each man and stared at her husband heaving for breath in the chair down by her feet.
Cindy blew him and kiss with another man’s cum stringing from her hand to her lips. “Happy Birthday, baby.”
Scott laughed. “Best birthday ever.”
Cindy laughed too. She ran her hands through the gooey cum all over her body. “Anyone want to lick off the icing.”
Everyone laughed, but to her surprise all three men leaned in and started licking her.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 35
“And the winner is… Miss Amy Sue Morrison!” Judge Edgar Conrad’s loud voice echoed around the room.
“Who else?” The lovely young woman in a red silken gown stood up and sashayed over to the front of the room. Her rich blonde curls decorated in an elaborate do and her blue eyes glittering, she looked around at people gathered in the large hall, blowing kisses at everyone.
“Congratulations, Miss Morrison.” Conrad smiled at her, “You’ve done the community proud.”
“Why, thank you, Judgie.” She purred, snatching the gilded crown from his hands. “Now get off my stage and let me bask in my glory.”
“Oh, certainly, my dear.” The old man cackled. “Tonight’s your night. Bask away.”
“Thank you all.” Amy Sue waved at the room, smiling smugly. “And to all my losing competitors for this here coveted Mail Order Bride Crown, well, you can all kiss my…” She slapped her lovely rump for emphasis.
A loud murmur went around the room. A few of the other contestants and their attendants swore at the arrogant woman on the stage. She gave them back as good as she got, waving her hands around, hurling curses and making obscene gestures.
“Now, now, that’s enough of that.” Devlin J. Morrison climbed up on the stage and ushered his nineteen year old daughter away. “Amy Sue here won fair and square, she did.”
The others began to boo and throw pieces of paper at them. Some even made faces.
“Don’t mind them, Daddy.” Amy Sue laughed. “Those wretches are just jealous of little old me.”
“Yes, my dear.” Her father nodded, swatting away a paper missile. “They are, they all are.”
“Won’t old Andrew Jonah Hartford me happy to see me?” Amy Sue gushed. “I hear he’s got the biggest cattle ranch in all of Texas.”
“Why, of course he will.” Morrison nodded. “A J Hartford won’t believe his amazing luck. Now go wait in the carriage for me, dear. We’ve got to make all the arrangements for your long travel.”
“Wha… already?” She looked at him in wonder.
“Yes, my dear.” He urged her outside. “The sooner the better.”
Amy Sue waved at her father and walked toward the large black carriage, seductively swaying her hips, her new gleaming crown on her brow. Morrison cast about a furtive glance and discreetly handed Conrad a wad of tightly rolled ten dollar bills. The Judge nodded and shook his hand, slipping the wad up his sleeve.
“Fine looking gal you got there, Mr. Morrison, mighty fine looking,” He grinned. “She’s going to make that rich man in Texas real happy, she is.”
“Oh, yes. She is, she is.” Morrison nodded and put on his hat, turning swiftly on his heel to follow his daughter into the carriage. “God willing, she is.”
“Oh, Daddy!” Amy Sue exclaimed, as Morrison joined her in the carriage. “I’m so excited. Is it true that A J Hartford is the richest man in all of the Lone Star State?”
“Yes, my dear.” He nodded with a smile. “He does have a strong monopoly on the Steer Market in most of the Southern States.”
“Have you ever met him?” She had stars in her eyes. “Does he have a great big mansion, with dozens of maids and servants, and a fleet of coaches?”
“So they say, Amy Sue, so they say.” Morrison replied. “And I met him once, in a Cattle Sale in Oregon. A pretty distinguished looking fellow.”
“Oh, and he’s going to be my husband.” She sang out. “I’m going to be the Queen of Texas.”
“Oh yes, you are.” Morrison sighed, happy to have his daughter sent off, away from his household.
She was a sweet child growing up, the apple of his eye. But since her twelfth year, Amy Sue had become quite the nightmare that every parent dreaded. After his wife passed, fifteen years ago, Morrison never remarried, and focused his attention on work. Often pampering his daughter’s every whim, he knew that he was responsible for spoiling her rotten. But not anymore. She was nineteen, and still the petulant little brat she had always been. Getting her married and far away from him was the best thing he could ever have done. He had lied to her about Hartford. The rancher and he were friends and business partners for more than a decade, and even though the cattle man was a strict disciplinarian who brooked no insolence, Morrison knew that his errant daughter was going to be in good hands and safe from harm.
“Well, here we are, my dear.” He said as the carriage drew in beside the large stage coach. “Filberts had already loaded your bags onto the coach, travel safe.”
“Oh, Daddy, I’m going to miss you.” She hugged his neck after they stepped off the carriage.
“Yes, and I’m going to miss you too.” He kissed her brow. “Now come on, hurry on up.”
“But Filberts, how did you know that I would win.” She looked inquiringly at the tall family butler.
“Ah, but who else would, dear Miss.” The balding man bowed. “No one here in New York holds a candle to you.”
“Why thank you, Filberts.” She smiled at him as he assisted her into the coach. “I’ll be missing you too.”
“It’s been an honor.” The butler lied and Morrison suppressed a smile.
“Buh-Bye everyone.” Amy Sue waved at the staff of her father’s house that had assembled to see her off. In her exhilaration she didn’t notice the relief on their haggard faces.
“But what if she returns in a week, Sir.” Filberts whispered to his employer.
“Oh, no.” Morrison chuckled. “Not if I know A J Hartford. He never gives up on anything.”
“A hard man.” Filberts smiled back. “A fitting match fo
r our little Miss.”
“Indeed.” Morrison nodded, turning back toward the carriage.
~
“What the hell is all this?” Amy Sue sounded horrified, as she stepped down off the Coach. “And you are you?”
“Why, I’m your husband, Missy.” The tall, broad shouldered man facing her said in a deep rumbling voice. His hand rested on the large head of a wolf like animal sitting near his feet. “And all this is my estate.”
“This god-forsaken wilderness and… and that ramshackle old building?” She cried in exasperation, eyeing the wolf uneasily. “This can’t be right, you’re not A J Hartford and this isn’t a mansion.”
“Never said it was, Missy.” The rough looking man spat out a wad of tobacco to the ground near her feet. “And I am Andrew Jonah Hartford, your legally wedded husband, Miss Amy Sue Morrison.”