by Dark Angel
“Jack my dick, Alyssa,” Simon grunts as his dick is fucking against my hand in anticipation. Finn does the same with his cock, but with even more force and demand.
Eason stands, moving next to Tristan, “Share that mouth over here.”
I rotate my head from left to right, each time taking a gigantic cock into my warm mouth. I salivate each time a drop of pre-cum lands on my tongue. Both men place their hands in my hair, stroking my scalp lovingly.
Tate looks up, “Let's move her to lie across the table. That way all of us can feast.”
Each man pulls back as Tate lifts me from the chair. I know the fabric will stain with pussy juices, and for a second, I feel bad for whoever needs to clean up after us.
Lifting my slender body to rest on the solid walnut table, they adjust my body, so everyone has complete access.
As my head hangs off the table, Tristan pushes his cock back into my mouth. Simon stands to his side. They take turns using my mouth to pleasure their massive dicks.
Tate wastes no time pushing his cock into my pussy. He is forceful upon entry, shoving all 12-inches in without warning.
I gasp from the sudden impact of a massive cock in my pussy, but I love the way he stretches me open to fit his enormous girth.
Placing his hands on my inner thighs, Tate thrusts forward, plunging the head of his cock to my deepest point, causing me to groan and try and grab the table beneath me.
I don’t get to, however. Simon and Finn both take my hands, wrapping their hands around mine to make a fist. Looks like I’ll be jacking them off till they get a turn inside of me.
These five Alpha males all use me as though I'm a human sex doll. I love the feeling.
My hands are stroking two monster cocks, pre-cum leaking onto my palms, which helps me glide more smoothly over their warm flesh.
Finn is panting with each jerk of my hand, “Shit. Squeeze that hand tighter, Alyssa.”
Soon, it's Simon’s turn to get his cock sucked. He pushes into my mouth, and his cock slides down my throat in one stroke.
I gag but take it all. I want to please them today more than ever before.
Saliva drips down my cheeks. Mascara stains my eyes. It’s like I’m a cock expert when it comes to 12-inches of meat. The deeper I take it, the harder it is given.
“I want some of that ass. Tate, we need to share.” Eason remarks.
My mouth is full of Tristan's cock when they decide how this will play out. I don't think that I have a choice, but that's what I like about them.
All five of these men are dominant and demanding of my body. I crave their attention like they crave my soul.
To get the full impact from everyone, we all move to the corner of the room where there is an overstuffed red velvet couch. We have the entire side of the restaurant, so there won't be any interruptions.
Tate pulls his pants well past his hips, sitting on the couch jerking off with the juices from my pussy.
“Come sit on the cock, Babe. I need back inside of you.”
With the other four following me, I straddle Tate, facing him and sinking down on his hard dick. All 12-inches fills my tight pussy walls, causing my entire body to shiver.
Eason slips up behind me. My ass cheeks are held open with the help of Tate's hands. It's not till the pressure of a thick cock against my asshole do I realize that Eason is ready to penetrate my ass.
I hold my breath, unable to breathe for a moment. Eason doesn't hurt me, but that is a lot of cock going into my ass. Every inch of space gone brings a deep moan from within me.
24-inches of massive cock double-penetrates me.
Simon places one foot on the couch, his hand stroking his cock as he leans in to kiss me. Our lips are claiming each other with a fevered vengeance. It's only seconds before he is pushing his tongue into my mouth.
Swirls of our tongues against each other, I feel hands moving across my chest, but my eyes stay closed. I don't care who it is. I want all their attention.
While this all takes place, I feel a change in me. I'm becoming more dependent on these men. I came here to find out information, but what is happening to me has turned my judgment blurry.
Tate and Eason slam their balls against each other as they bottom their cocks out inside of my holes. Each one is thrusting hard enough to cause chills over my entire body.
I pull back from the kiss, looking at Simon, “I want you in my mouth. I need to suck your cock.”
I lick my lips as he rubs the head of his dick over my mouth like a tube of lip-gloss. The taste of pre-cum is intoxicating to me. I've always liked cum before, but now? I love it.
Simon pushes the head into my mouth, my throat relaxing the moment his dick reaches the back of my oral cavity, making me deep throat him. Even though I try not to, I still gag a little.
“Good girl. Take it all down. You're an excellent cock sucker,” says Simon before shoving harder into my mouth.
With his hands on my hips, Tate pushes all the way into my pussy, unleashing a massive amount of semen into my gripping pussy walls. Waves of warmth flood through me, bringing me into orgasmic bliss.
I can't scream, but my moans vibrate against the shaft of Simon's cock.
When Tate finishes, Finn is quick to slip beneath me, pushing his cock into my cum filled pussy.
Finn doesn't stop. He is ravenous with his thrusts, “Oh fuck. Your pussy is so wet, Alyssa.”
As my entire body fills with 36 inches of cock, Tristan doesn't let my tits go untouched. The warmth of his mouth envelops my puffy nipple, sucking the bud through his teeth.
I am in a euphoric state with all this attention. They don't stop, not for a moment.
I can barely catch my breath from my orgasm when Finn begins pumping my pussy with incredible speed.
Placing a hand on the back of my head, Simon holds my mouth down on his cock. At the end of my throat, I feel the first burst of cum, then waves of thick semen flooding my mouth. I swallow as fast as I can, trying not to spill his cum.
“Argh. Shit. Fuck,” Eason's words are barely coherent as he finishes in my warm mouth.
His cum is sweet and satisfying. I take it all, milking him until I drain him dry.
Tristan moves to the perfect spot to fuck my face. With cum running down my chin, I take his cock into my mouth.
Minutes pass with his balls smacking against my chin, my throat opening back up for the length of his dick.
My pulse is racing like a freight train speeding down the tracks, when Eason forcefully pushes himself balls deep in my ass. Holding himself still, a wrath of cum consumes my ass. He is shooting a massive load of sperm into my gripping asshole.
“Fuck! Yes, baby, take all of my cum!” His voice is raspy as he shoots the last of his seed inside.
Eason falls back, his body covered with sweat. He is worn out and entirely spent.
Finn and Tristan slide out of my body, both walking to the table for a drink of water. While we play, the waitress has brought a picture of ice water. I truly understand then that this is not the first time a woman might have experienced what I have tonight.
I stand back looking at the scene around me. How did all this happen to me? Did I ask for this?
I have come so far in the past few days with my sexual desires. I was once a woman who would have found this repulsive―or was I ever really that woman?
Maybe somewhere deep inside of me, I have always wanted to experience this with men so handsome, it's almost painful to look at them.
I have five men here with me tonight, and each one of them has expressed an intense desire to take me repeatedly. We're far from done, and I'm already thinking about the next time. Is that normal?
My mind comes back to reality when Tristan hands me a glass filled with chilled water, “Here, Alyssa, drink this so you don't pass out.”
I chug the water, and a trickle of the liquid runs down my neck. As hot as my body is, the cold water gives me the chills.
“Thank you for th
at. I was dehydrated.” I hand back the glass, only to feel a body behind me and hands moving around to massage my swollen breasts. It's Finn.
“Close your eyes, Alyssa. I want you to bend over the arm of the couch and keep those eyes shut. We're going to play a little game. You guess who’s fucking you, and you get to cum. You guess wrong, and you get a little swat on your ass.”
I prickle with chills at Finn’s instructions.
Helping me to lean over the edge of the couch, I am anticipating this little game that they created.
I close my eyes tight, resting my chin on the couch.
A raspy voice from behind tells me that he is going to wipe the cum from me first.
A warm cloth moves over my pussy, ass, and inner thighs, causing yet another chill to rush through my body. I don't know who is cleaning me up, but the warmth of the soft cloth feels terrific.
Since there are five of them, I hope I can guess this right. Each has a different feel, but enormous cocks. I hope to do each one justice by guessing right.
Without a word, the first cock rubs over the swell of my pussy lips. Whoever he is, he doesn’t waste any time. One he thrusts, I have the entirety of his entire 12-inch cock inside me.
The mystery man holds himself entirely inside of me. My walls tighten around the shaft of his dick.
I know who it is right away. It's Simon.
Is it wrong of me to not say that I know right away? I don't want him to stop, so for a few moments, the only sounds from me are the ones of a perfect fuck. Moans, groans, grunts, and purrs.
My pussy loves the way his cock takes the full capacity each time he bottoms out.
“It's Simon,” I moan, my body shaking upon impact. “I would know that cock anywhere.”
Simon pulls back and out, “Good girl. I'm glad you know the feel of my cock.”
The next one is a little harder. A smooth cock head rubs up and down my cunt lips, pressing against the small pink rim before pushing inside. I can feel him in the pit of my stomach. His girth is larger.
Hands grip my ass cheeks, the tips of fingers pressing into my flesh.
“I…I…” I’m groaning, my voice labored and raspy, “I think….it's Finn!”
A firm slap hits across my ass. He pulls back and out. I feel like I have disappointed him. I should know who it was, but I didn't.
The next one is bigger. Well, in body mass this one is. I can feel his muscular thighs press against me. It's Tristan, but I don't say it yet. I want him inside of my pussy before I guess. Three strokes into my wet walls and I announce who it is.
“Oh, fuck, fuck. Tristan.”
Tristan pulls back and out, leaning in and kissing my cheek.
I'm not ready when the next one enters me. A cock pushes into my asshole, burying himself to the balls.
I guess that it's Eason, but he doesn't stop when I say it first.
“You’re Eason.” I moan. “I know it's you.”
A hand reaches between my legs, rubbing hard on my clit. Even though the game is not over, Eason is rubbing hard enough to bring me to orgasm. Screaming out, I cry in pleasure with every wave of heat that rips through my body.
I knew I was right. I knew the moment he pushed into my ass.
“Open your eyes, Alyssa. Open and get on the floor in front of us.” Tate is smiling as I move to the ground in front of all of them.
Five men stand in front of me, jacking off their cocks. 60-inches of cock locked and loaded and ready to cum.
And I want it.
No, I need it.
“Cum for me, please. I need it. I want all your cum on my face!”
That was all it took to send my five men over the edge, all five of them blowing massive loads of cum on my face. Shot after shot of semen splatters my mouth, chin, eyes, and hair. I am a mess when they've finally finished.
The waitress comes in with wet napkins and towels, leaving them on the table before going. I'm sure she will be tipped well for her silence and her service.
“Dessert was fantastic, Alyssa. You outdid yourself tonight,” Tate says as he hands towels out to everyone.
I don't understand what's come over me lately. If this is the perfume, I’ll make sure it will never see the shelves.
But a part of me knows that I have always wanted this.
I’m not being used if I enjoy it, right?
Chapter 19
Simon
“We’re truly at the cutting edge of something...”
I like to poke fun at the self-seriousness and grandiose statements that are in vogue around here. Alyssa seems to get the joke, giving me an incisive smile and a nod. Since we’re bringing her more into the fold and giving her an insider’s tour, it’s good that she’s enjoying a bit of my banter as well.
“It’s exciting.” Alyssa exclaims with a bit of irony and a shrug. She is sharp.
“Oh, you think it’s exciting now—just wait until we really dive into the deep trenches of this exhilarating corporate headquarters.” Tristan’s unable to keep himself from gazing at Alyssa as we walk, his eyes full of charmed happiness.
“I can’t wait.” Alyssa retorts, still smiling, her voice a bit sing-songy.
I can see where Tristan is coming from—I feel like I’m well under the spell of Alyssa myself. I don’t feel the need to jump in the middle of Tristan and Simon sharing a few lame jokes, but I might be getting just a wee bit envious as Sean gets in on the fun.
“Which part do you think would be most thrilling to see first?”
“Yes, which?” I can’t help myself. “This place is ours, so we can take all the time we need. If you can handle the excitement, that is.”
“Hey, I’ll try.” Alyssa fastens her eyes on me as she answers, and I feel a splendid little charge of excitement myself. “It all sounds quite thrilling. Wherever you guys want to go first is fine, as long as I get to see it all.”
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” Sean tells her in his best reassuring tone.
I get the smallest twinge of nervousness as he says that, but only because we never show anybody the entire facility. The tiny, anxious pang passes quickly when I realize that if we’re going to give anyone an honest-to-goodness tour of True Love, there’s no one better than Alyssa.
Corporate espionage runs rampant in this industry, especially with fragrances and with pioneering projects like our current trailblazer.
We are now approaching the bank of elevators by the reception desk. I can tell that we’re all watching Alyssa, appreciating the natural magic of her voluptuous form. Every one’s trying to do it subtly, but we’re powerless to contend with her rare magnetism.
If Sean, Tristan and I have ever been in this situation before, that would be news to me. I’m not thinking about that as much as I’m revelling in my chance to watch Alyssa look around with surprising curiosity.
As the four of us walk down the hallway by the accounting department, with Alyssa trailing just a few inches behind, I can’t stop myself from talking to her.
“I suppose it is exciting,” I say to Alyssa.
We’re in the most boring, generic part of the facility. It looks like the inside of a standard, modern-style office building. I feel like I’m about to fucking fall asleep every time I walk through it.
Yet Alyssa, taking in the drab furniture and absent design, sense like she’s touring the Louvre or something. That’s why I’m commenting along, teasing her a bit since I can’t help it.
“Oh, electrifying,” she jokes half-heartedly as she tries to peer into some bean counter’s office.
“I’ve got to say, Alyssa, I can’t even joke about that being interesting to you,” Sean says, noticing her curiosity.
“Oh.” Alyssa turns her head slowly back towards us as she realizes there isn’t much to see there. “I’m just impressed with all the different styles within this place.”
“Hey, it’s still kind of exciting here.” Naturally, Tristan’s not about to let the two of us talk to Alyssa
without having his say. “This is where our DJs work their sorcery.”
“DJs?” She asks, half-interested.
“Disk jockeys.”
“Ah.” Alyssa vaguely nods her head. “Sorcery?”
“They’re accountants, they do accounting,” Sean exclaims with a bit of bite, giving Tristan a nice, hard stare. “Tristan’s just being Tristan.”
“That I am, baby!” Tristan pumps his fist in the air for some reason, and I decide that I don’t need to get in on this specific dialog,
Alyssa’s not paying attention, anyway. She’s trailing behind us a little more by now. As I glance back, I see her taking in the hallway and subtly looking around, no doubt just trying to get Tristan, Sean and me to be fair—to stop vying for her attention so openly.
I take the hint. I perk up a bit as usual, and we push through the massive double doors to the next department.
The stylish, spacious design of the HR block of offices puts people at ease. Kind of ironically, since the walls are finished in cool, grey steel. The design has a pseudo-industrial feel to it, but with the low, blue mood lighting in the corridors during working hours, it works pretty well.
Alyssa’s up to a few feet behind us when we walk into the HR section. She jogs a few steps to catch up while we walk through the doors.
“We’ve got all the time in the world,” Tristan assures Alyssa. She acknowledges him with a polite smile.
Sean and I are both taking a page from Alyssa’s book, scoping out the unique setup of our Human Resources like it’s our first time there.
Sometimes, all it takes is a fresh perspective to jolt you out of the autopilot of your daily existence.
I realize I’ve been walking through these halls like a zombie for ages. Thanks to Alyssa, I’m now appreciating my own unique, fascinating workplace with a fresh perspective.
I look down from the track lighting lining the ceiling to spot Alyssa walking alongside me. I want to think that’s intentional, but she’s so busy adorably checking out the décor, looking into the little round windows on the office doors lining the corridor that it might just be a happy accident.
“You’re right about all the different styles under one roof,” I tell Alyssa, causing her to gradually, casually turn her wonderful face towards me.