All weekend I wore his panties and he mine. And each time he got into heated arguments with his mom about the poker game I would close my eyes and listen to the deep bass of his voice and picture him making love to me. Yes, I said it. Making love to me with deep long strokes and lust filled kisses. When you’re around someone for days and all you get is a brief touch when they pass the pepper or a leg that brushes yours under the table, your senses are set on high and my horniness level is through the roof. The need to be sated is beyond measure at this point. And all I want is to have Brad satisfy me.
The entire hour drive home from Lolita’s was painful in more ways than one. Brad was quiet the entire drive and not because I was forcing him to be that way. He didn’t even sing, which was depressing. His mom had pulled him aside a few hours before we departed and as soon as he left her bed chambers it was like death had warmed his face and he hasn’t been the same man since. I wanted to ask what was wrong but I have the feeling he won’t talk about it even if I wanted to. I’m also unhappy because my little vacation has come to an end. I’ll mope for two whole days because of leaving Amy and Ruby. I do it every time I come back to reality. My adopted family is like a drug and going cold turkey is a serious bitch.
Brad stops the car outside of my apartment and gets out, pulling my suitcase from the back of his car. He drops it on the side of the sidewalk.
“Thanks.” I smile at him, but he just frowns and gets back into the car without a word. What is his problem?
He doesn’t speak to me all the way home and he treats me like this. After an entire weekend of fun with him and his family. Sure it wasn’t as emotional for him as it was me. I’m sure. But that shouldn’t matter. I didn’t do a damn thing wrong.
I watch Brad pull away in his car and slump, pulling my suitcase behind me up the steps to my apartment.
“Becka, I’m home,” I call, opening the door to our apartment, laying my suitcase inside.
“Hey!” she yells from her bedroom. I enter her doorway to find her sprawled out naked on top of the covers spreading her pussy lips with her fingers and plucking a nipple with her thumb and forefinger.
I chuckle at the sight. “Practicing for tonight?”
“No, tempting my roommate,” she giggles and opens her pussy folds more for me to see the deep pinkness between her legs. I can’t help but look and the temperature in the house somehow just raised a hundred degrees. Did she know I’d be this horny when I got home? I wonder.
“You know that’s not going to work,” I scold and roll my eyes animatedly.
“How about this?” She arches her back and sinks a finger knuckle deep into her tight hole moaning deeply into the air.
I break into a hysterical laugh. “You’re good Becka, but not good enough to convert me.”
I grab my stomach and inhale deeply to calm myself and glance at her face. She’s angry.
“What? I don’t turn you on?” she snaps, hurt.
“I don’t like women. You’re beautiful and of course I get a little wet. But we’ve been over this week after week, year after year,” I explain, trying to calm her temper that’s flaring as hot as her arousal. I see her oversized clit pull itself from its hood to say hello to me.
“Stop staring at my pussy if you don’t like it,” she whines, saddened.
“I never said I didn’t like it. I said I can’t touch it. I don’t do women. Now I’m going to check Joseph’s phone, take a shower and get ready for tonight. You should do the same. We have an hour before our Astoria pick up for the gangbang.”
She squeals, excited, and claps her hands. Her fake boobs bounce slightly. “I’m so excited we get to work together and we’re going to make bank.”
I exit her room, shaking my head. I can’t believe her and these come-on’s they are just getting worse and more elaborate. Waiting until I get home and trying to seduce me after it hasn’t worked for four stinking years. I have to give her credit, she’s at least persistent.
I pull out my iPhone from Joseph and turn it on. It fires right up and starts to go beep wildly.
In the end of it all I have thirty texts ranging from
Are you home yet? To I miss you baby I can’t wait to see you Thursday.
My phone rings immediately.
“Hello Joseph,” I answer.
“Oh my god you finally picked up, my sweetheart. How was the R and R?”
I chuckle. “It was fine, Joseph. Did you miss me?”
“Oh sweetie you have no idea. I’m going through withdrawals,” he says and I know the feeling, my heart is missing Brad already. I hate myself for this. I knew he was bad news from the moment I met him. And now look where it has me backed into the love corner with nowhere to go.
“I missed you too, babe. I was just about to take a shower. I’m back on duty tonight. But I’m so glad you called and I got to hear your voice,” I says sweetly, reeling him in. So sue me, it’s in the job description. Ego stroking is my forte.
“Oh,” he exhales, mopey, into the phone. “Well, I guess I’ll just talk to you tomorrow?”
“Yes, call me in the morning. I’m looking forward to hearing your….se…voice again.” I was just about the say sexy but that term is officially all Brad’s in pertaining to the voice department that is. God, I’m pathetic.
We hang up and I ready myself for tonight’s epic event at Brian’s. Not my pimp but Brian, Becka’s twenty-one year old client. At least I’ve let my pussy rest up a few days before getting beaten all to hell with eight cocks.
I throw on an ultra-miniskirt in green and a white tube top with no bra. I pony up my hair so it doesn’t get in the way of come being shot all over my body. And I slide on a pair of white platforms. I could care less about name brands for Becka’s clients most of them are poster boys for ESPN addictions, and hot dog and beer diets.
“I’m ready, are you?” I call from inside my room. I haven’t seen much of Becka since I came home. Maybe she’s mad again that I shot her down. Who knows?
“Yeah.” She smiles coming into my bedroom in a pink tube top and black and pink miniskirt with black glittery heels. Now she looks like a high-class stripper.
She turns around and bends over. “Can you see my pussy well enough?”
“Hell yeah, that’ll drive them wild. No panties tonight?”
She stands up and shakes her head. “Nope, last time they got shredded, figured I should save the eight dollars and go without. You might want to do the same.”
I think about it for a moment and agree so I slide down my V.S thong and lay it on my bed. I turn around and bend over. “And?”
“Delectable as ever. They’re going to love us,” she sings and does a cute little dance in the doorway. Her heels clicking the wood of my bedroom floor.
We stuff our purses with work necessities paying close attention to the mass amounts of lube and condoms we tuck inside. Don’t want to run short.
Ten minutes later we are down on Astoria Boulevard, a black SUV stops and a tall thin man with pale white arms covered in tattoos exits.
“Ladies.” He ushers us into the back and slides in beside me throwing his scrawny arm over the back of the seat. I’m so nervous I have to keep myself from shaking. Becka must be sensing my nervousness because her hand lands on my thigh giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze. Her nails painted the perfect shade of pink to match her slutty top.
She leans in and whispers. “He’s one of the men, one of the givers.”
I nod.
“So what’s your name beautiful?” he asks.
“Tylah.”
“Oooo, a hot name for a hot woman.” He licks his lips checking me out from head to knees, he can’t see my feet. His body scoots a little closer and he leans his head down. “I can’t wait to be buried deep inside that sweet hot hole of yours.”
A shiver tingles down my spine igniting in my core. This is so exciting. The perfect way to make a bunch of money and get Brad off my mind for a while.
I place a
hand on his inner thigh and go to work on bringing back my game that I’ve missed out on the past few days. “I can’t wait, either. I want those big balls to slap my pussy so hard,” I tease seductively and with one finger graze the seam of his jeans right where his balls are lying. He jerks and sighs pressing himself into my finger.
I pull away and wag my finger at him. “Naughty-naughty. The boss gets a taste first.” I wink and lick my lips seductively. He exhales loud running a hand through his hair. His face has that I’m-so-turned-on-I’m-going-to-come-in-my-pants-stare. I’ve seen it a million times.
Ten minutes later, he dashes out of the SUV, allowing Becka and I to exit. The house we’re at is a small one story with cute blue shutters and I can hear music thumping on the inside. Skinny boy opens the front door for us and we enter into a huge keg party. Ten men and two woman are dancing in the living room drinking from red solo cups and shooting back Whiskey from a bottle. Rock music fills the air and as soon as we stroll in all eyes turn to us.
“They are going to be so hot for this. Just go with the flow,” Becka yells over the music in my ear and grabs my tube top pulling down to expose one of my breasts. Fuck! This is why she wanted me here. She gets to use me as a fucking play toy. Could I have been any dumber?
“I’m going to kick your ass.” I glare at her.
She gives me a dirty up-to-no-good smile. “You wouldn’t want to anger customers, would you?” she wags her brows, licking her lips.
Ah hell! Time to take one for the team. No use in backing out now. This is my job and isn’t the motto high ho, high ho, it’s off to work we go?
Becka’s finger pinches my nipple hard, shocking a gush of juices from my core. I arch my back and she pushes me against the wall in front of all the men, her mouth finds my pert nipple and suckles it into her mouth with a groan vibrating from her chest. She bends over, hiking her skirt up to expose her pussy to the ten men and two women. The women themselves appear to be interested in our show too. All the men crowd around and one-by-one jeans hit the floor and shirts come off. Then the boxers and briefs are shed and the room is littered with a miss match of clothing and ten very horny hard men. A blonde one palms Becka’s ass and she squeals in delight with my nipple still being sucked in her hot needy mouth.
A huge dark haired man with beautiful caramel skin pulls the other side of my tube top down to expose my other breast and he kneels in front of me sucking it into his mouth and simultaneously I have two grown adults pulling hard on my nipples and my mind is going wild with fervent want and desire to have my pulsating hole filled with a cock. I gaze down and the caramel man is fisting a rather thick and bulbous cock in his hand. The scrawny man from the SUV with his rather long and thin cock pushes between my nipple suckers and on fours lifts my skirt revealing my hot wet pussy, his mouth licks my mound and two fingers open my lips as his tongue laps readily on my throbbing clit. I arch my back and fuck I can feel an orgasm on its way. I press both my breast invaders harder and spread my legs, opening my core up to the skinny boy. I don’t care who touches me as long as I come.
I moan loud in the air and watch as the other men stoke there hard cocks watching me being played with. A humming of desire vibrates through my core as my pussy is lapped hard with a velvety tongue. Becka pulls away and grabs the skinny boy by the hair forcing him to stop tonguing my pussy. I whimper in detest. I am so close. I needed him there a little longer.
“She’s mine,” she hisses, pushing the horny boy away and dropping to her knees in front of me with a dirty wanton smile.
“I’m going to lick what I’ve been asking to lick for the past four years, Ty. Are you going to come in my mouth?” Her voice is dark and husky with a deep seeded desire to suck my clit into submission and burst my juices into her eager mouth.
I nod. I don’t care tonight, I just want to be pleasured and a group of men love watching women fuck.
“Good!” she barks and plunges her face into my dripping slit her tongue roaming all the nooks of my folds and she lands on my clit, sucking it hard into her mouth as she moans deep in her throat in triumph. I glance down to watch my nipple being pulled hard by a greedy mouth of a caramel man and my roommate and best friend watching me moan and buck my hips into her mouth as she eats my pussy with force.
“Oh yes, Anne,” I wail and pluck my free nipple. A man with dirty blonde hair takes notice and pushes my hand away taking its place with his slick mouth.
Grunts and moans fill the air of the room as men jack their cocks hard to the sight of my pussy being sucked by my best friend.
I push her head in further for show and she smiles, knowing she’s locked me in. Nibbling my clit hard I fist both men’s hair and push them to my tits. “Oh fuck,” I scream, squirming on the brink. So close. Becka bites down hard and I shriek out in pleasure yanking, on the men’s hair. And I come, my body jerking in uncontrolled sated ecstasy. Toes curling I squirt my nectar into my roommate’s mouth and she sucks it hard, drinking me down with groans of delight.
Removing her lips from my needy core she wipes her reddened mouth. Pushing the men away. She stands and presses her breast to mine as she holds me firmly to the wall. “You are so tasty Alexis. I love those juices.” She smiles and kisses my cheek. I can smell my sweetness on her face. Her hand comes down and cups my mound. “If tonight’s the only night I get to do this, I’m not stopping.” She slides a finger between my soaked folds. I gasp as she stops on my clit and pinches it. I buck into her hand. And she chuckles. “That’s right. I’m going to make you come all night long,” she moans and licks the top of my breast and moves away. Leaving me shaky legged and horny.
“So now that the party’s started what do you want to do boys?” she yells, dropping her skirt and tube top in one quick motion. Hands are removed from cocks and they all stare at Becka with a feral need to fuck her. Not that I blame them. She’s beautiful.
“This here is my best friend Tylah, everyone.” She gestures in my direction and I give a little innocent finger wave. “And that girl is mine tonight. I will suck her and fuck her as much as I want. I will let you boys have your fair share of playtime but when I want my turn I’m going to get it,” she orders, commanding attention. Damn she’s bossy and oh, so sexy. No wonder men love her.
I bend down and pick up my purse, producing condoms and nixing the lube. I’m plenty wet for now. And I don’t see that changing anytime soon. Becka comes over and slowly lowers my skirt from my waist and I grab my tube top to remove and she slaps my hand away. “Let me do it. It’s better of a show,” she orders, whispering in my ear so I lift my arms into the air submitting to her.
“Where’s this going to happen, boys?” she asks the men. Every one of them with raging boners.
“In there,” the blonde who sucked my nipple says, pointing.
I follow the group into a game room with a pool table and leather couch. I toss the condoms onto the coffee table and prop myself up on the side of the pool table.
I give the come-hither finger to the group. “So…… Who wants me first?” I lick my lips and part my pussy with my finger to show them all what they get to have. The caramel man with the biggest cock in the room steps forward as does another man with red hair. They give each other heated glances.
“Now, now boys, one at a time,” I purr and finger my clit, throwing my head back moaning into the air. The darker man grabs a condom from the coffee table rips open the package and feeds it over his wide girth and substantial length. I get a chill of excitement spike through me at the sight of it. I bite my lip, wanting him inside of me. I want to be filled his balls are huge they will sting my ass as he plows into me. The thought releases a gush of liquids from my core and she’s screaming for me to fill her.
Becka takes up beside me on the table and opens her legs too.
“I want a man in my ass and in my pussy now,” she barks and lays back fingering her own tight asshole.
“I’m Derek,” the caramel man says standing between my legs. I
scoot the edge wrapping my legs around him, pulling him closer to me.
“I want to fuck you so bad Derek,” I moan. “Your cock is huge.” I touch it folded between our bodies and he grunts as I run my hand over its mass.
“Lay down,” he instructs and I obey.
He grabs my legs and pulls me half off the table, his cock finds the entrance to my core and he presses in slightly allowing me to accept his thickness. “More,” I moan, my hands in fists at my sides. I need to be filled now!
“Oh fuck,” he growls, pushing all the way into me. My body shakes underneath and hot pressure of him stretching me to fit him like a glove. I love when men are huge, my tight pussy makes it hard to fit and when it does it makes it so much easier to come.
I glance over and the blonde nipple sucker is laying under Becka and she sits up a little. I can see the whole thing. She takes his shaft and lubes it with her pussy juices and then presses it to her tight rosette. “Arg!” she cries out in pleasure fitting the head in her ass. Slowly and carefully she lowers herself down his length until he’s fully inside her. His balls the only thing I can see. His body is twitching under her. I think he might be close to coming.
“Don’t you dare,” she commands and I can see her asshole squeezing his shaft with force.
“Oh but Anne. I think I’m going to. Oh fuck,” he moans, tugging on his hair.
“If you come now Brian, I am going to leave,” she scolds and lifts up and bounces back down on him. He screams holding back the urge to explode inside her ass. It’s so hot to watch. I can feel my clit humming.
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