by CELENE CAREY
“Are you ok?” he asked, his voice tinged with alarm.
“Yeah, it’s just a little…overwhelming in here,” she murmured, taking deep breaths and closing her eyes against the harsh light.
“It’ll calm down once everything’s set up,” he tried to reassure her, rubbing her back.
“ I just feel like I’m going to have a panic attack or something. Can we go back out into the hall please?”
He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her back out into the hallway, which was much cooler and dimly lit. It was quiet there, with only a few people passing through. Rhia sat on an armchair which had been pushed against the wall. She wiped the sweat from her brow and collapsed back into the chair, looking up at Brandon, who was gazing down at her with concern in his eyes.
“Better?” he asked.
“A bit,” she responded, trying to muster a smile. “Sorry I’m being such a baby. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”
“What can I do?” He knelt down in front of her, his palms on her knees.
“Honestly, I don’t know.” She thought for a moment, running her fingers over the knuckles of his hands. An absurd thought ran through her head.
“Maybe… No. Never mind.” She giggled and shook her head.
“What? Tell me,” he looked at her, nodding encouragingly.
“Well… There’s only one thing I can think of that always calms me down. But it’s probably out of the question.”
“You mean…” He smiled as recognition dawned in his face.
She laughed and blushed; he knew what she was talking about: sex. It was the one thing that always made her feel at peace. Brandon always told her she was like a guy, because every time they finished having sex, she almost always passed out immediately, and slept like a rock. Every time she had an exam, every time she was frustrated or depressed about something, every time she had a fight with one of her friends, she always wanted to fuck. Sex calmed her down more than anything else, no doubt about it.
“Let’s do it.” He grinned at her mischievously.
CHAPTER 3
“We can’t. There’s not enough time.”
“Sure there is. We can do it over there.” He pointed to a door hidden down a small hallway leading off the main hall they were sitting in. She squinted through the darkness and saw a sign on the door – it was a men’s room.
“I can’t go in there!”
“Sure you can. There’s no one around. C’mon, it won’t take long. I promise you I’ll make you feel better.” He slipped a hand up her thigh, brushing his fingers against the crotch of her starched, white pants. She shivered at his touch, felt herself getting a bit wet. She knew this was a bad idea, but now she was getting horny, and she needed to relieve this anxiety somehow.
“Ok,” she whispered, and he grabbed her hands and hauled her up to a standing position. Looking around furtively, they walked quickly to the men’s room, making sure they weren’t seen as they pushed open the door and entered the small, white room.
It was surprisingly clean and pleasant for a men’s bathroom. There were flowers on the counter, two clean stalls, and three urinals. There was even a small couch pushed against one wall; the opposite wall was mirrored. The lighting was dim and soothing. Faint jazz music piped in from some hidden speakers. If there ever was a good bathroom to fuck in, this was that bathroom.
Rhia giggled and turned to Brandon. He took off her hat and placed it on the counter, then grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her deep and hard. She returned his kiss eagerly, exploring his mouth with her tongue, moaning as she felt his hand squeeze her breast roughly. She pushed him down onto the couch and stripped off her coat, then pulled off her pants. She stood there in her bra and thong, letting his gaze wander over her body for a few seconds before she jumped in his lap, straddling him, feeling his erection press into her through his pants. She groaned and rubbed herself against his hardness, feeling her juices soak through her panties as she ground her crotch against his, pressing her clit into him as she licked and sucked the skin on his neck.
She stood up, unclasped her bra and slid it off her shoulders. Her nipples were almost painfully hard in the cool, dim air of the room. She slid her thong down her thighs and stepped out of it, and stood in front of him completely naked. Walking forward, she knelt in between his thighs and unzipped his pants, pulling them down his hips and tugging them off, throwing them on the floor. She could see his massive erection tenting out the fabric of his boxers, and massaged it slowly and firmly with her hand as he pulled his shirt off over his head. He sat back on the couch and looked down at her, his eyes half-closed with arousal as he watched her stroke his cock through his boxers. She ran her eyes over his body, admiring the bulge of his biceps, the hardness of his pecs, and the rippled muscles of his abdomen. His body was perfect.
She yanked his boxers down, freeing his dick from the constrictive fabric. It was rock-hard. Rhia loved how it looked – at least eight or nine inches long, and thick enough so that she could barely fit her hand around it. It was smooth and warm in her hand, throbbing, the tip wet already. She stuck her tongue out and licked the moisture from the head, feeling him shiver at the touch. She was dripping wet already, and just wanted it inside of her, so she stood up and straddled him once again, slowly lowering herself down until she was resting her slippery lips against the head of his cock.
She gazed down into his eyes as she reached down and guided him into her cunt slowly and deliberately. She gasped as she felt his hugeness stretching her hot, tight hole. She lowered down inch by inch until she was sitting on top of him, completely filled up by his thick, throbbing dick.
He grabbed her ass, kneading it firmly, then wrapped his hands around her hips and rocked her back and forth slowly, so that her clit was grinding against his pelvis in the way he knew she loved. She closed her eyes and let her head fall backwards, moving her hips faster, filling her hands with her tits and pinching the nipples hard, biting her lip, already feeling like she was close to orgasm.
All of a sudden she heard a sound behind her. She stopped moving, whipping her head around. Someone else was in the bathroom. A man stood in the doorway, his face in shadow. She yelped and jumped off of Brandon, scrabbling to pick her coat up from the floor to cover herself.
Brandon yanked his boxers off the couch and held them to his crotch. They sat frozen side by side on the couch. The stranger took a few steps towards them, then stopped.
CHAPTER 4
Rhia could see by the way he was dressed that he was also a chef. Even taller than Brandon, he towered over them, a wry smile on his admittedly handsome face. He had black hair and wicked-looking blue eyes. He fixed his gaze on Rhia, smirking as he looked her up and down.
“Well, what have we here?” His voice was deep, with a trace of laughter in it.
Rhia reached down to pick up the rest of her clothes off the floor, but the man moved forward and stepped on them, sliding them away from her with his shoe. She looked up at him, her eyes flaring with anger, but he just chuckled.
“Give her the clothes,” Brandon commanded, his voice tinged with anger.
The stranger shook his head and dragged the mound of clothing closer to him, stooping to pick it up and place it on the counter.
“I like her the way she is,” he smirked. “And I have an idea. You’re going to share her.”
Brandon laughed in disbelief. “Seriously? I don’t think so, man. Just give her the clothes and we’ll be out of your way.”
“You’re in the competition, right sweetie?” He directed the question at Rhia.
“Don’t call me sweetie. But yeah, I’m competing.”
“Well what do you think the committee would say if I told them that you’re in this bathroom fucking your boyfriend right now? I think you’d be disqualified.”
“You wanker!” Rhia yelled, her cheeks blazing with anger and humiliation. “You can’t do that!”
“Oh but I can,” the handsome
stranger murmured, taking a step closer to Rhia. She drew back against the couch.
Rhia thought for a minute. He was right. If she got caught having sex with Brandon in the men’s room, she would be kicked out of the competition. What they were doing was totally unprofessional and against the rules. If she was disqualified, she would lose her one chance at paying her tuition; it would mean that all of her hard work and studying had been for nothing. She would be humiliated. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself. She couldn’t see any way out of it except to give the guy what he wanted. He was attractive, at least, even though he seemed like an asshole. But would Brandon ever go for it?
CHAPTER 5
Rhia turned to her boyfriend. “Babe, I think he’s right. I can’t get disqualified from the competition. It’ll ruin my career and I’ll have to drop out of school. I think we need to do what he wants.”
She had expected him to freak out, to have some kind of jealous meltdown. But instead, he looked at her thoughtfully, and after a few moments, he said, “Ok, Rhia. It’s whatever you want. I know you need to win this competition. If you think this is what you need to do, and it’s ok with you, then it’s ok with me.”
She stared at him in amazement. She had never thought he could be this open-minded. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the lips.
“You’re so fucking cool. I love you.”
He squeezed her back. “I love you too, babe.”
The stranger watched them with a sardonic smile on his lips.
“How sweet,” he declared sarcastically. “It takes a real man to let his girl fuck another guy.” He laughed and reached down, started unbuckling his pants.
“Come here,” he commanded, and Rhia stood up and walked over to him, letting the coat fall from her hands, exposing her naked body to him. He pulled his shirt off and set it carefully on the counter.
“Suck my cock. And do it good, if you want me to be nice to you.”
Rhia nodded and knelt down in front of the stranger.
“My name’s Adam, by the way. Just so you know what to scream later on.” He reached down and unzipped his fly.
She reached in and found his cock, already completely erect. She held it in her hand gently squeezing around its thick girth. It was an inch or so smaller than Brandon’s, but just as thick, and slightly curved. Despite herself, she felt wetness start sliding down her legs. Somehow the thought of Brandon sitting on the couch watching her go down on a stranger was making her insanely horny. She stroked Adam’s dick up and down a few times, staring up into his eyes as she prepared to take it into her mouth. He reached down and grabbed the back of her neck, squeezing it roughly, licking his lips.
“Suck it,” he hissed through gritted teeth, and she opened her mouth and took the whole thing in, all the way to the hilt. She gagged slightly as she felt the head of his cock ramming against the back of her throat. The sound of her gagging seemed to turn him on even more, and he groaned and pulled her hair. He slid out of her mouth, then back in again, slowly at first, then with greater speed. She kept her eyes on his as he pumped his cock in and out of her hot, wet mouth, sliding her tongue around his shaft and using her hand to massage his balls. She’d never been face-fucked like this before; Brandon was generally very polite when it came to blowjobs, and she appreciated that, but having Adam ram his cock down her throat over and over was an unfamiliar and unexpected turn-on. She snuck her hand between her legs and began rubbing her wet clit in slow circles as she sucked eagerly.
“Oh shit!” Another male voice rang out from near the entrance of the men’s room. Rhia wrenched her head away from Adam’s crotch and looked around him to see another man in chef’s garb had entered the room.
CHAPTER 6
“Hey dude,” Adam called out casually, turning his head to greet the newcomer. He turned back to Rhia and Brandon. “Guys, this is my friend Dan. I texted him to come over and get a piece of this action. You don’t mind do you?”
Rhia looked at him in disbelief. Who did this guy think he was? She turned to Brandon, who was sitting on the couch watching them, his cock still hard between his legs. She gave him a questioning look, and he shrugged as if to say, “Whatever you want.”
Rhia turned back to Adam and reluctantly nodded her head.
“Good girl,” he growled, and thrust his cock back into her open mouth, but slid it in and out more slowly this time, as if savoring every sensation of her mouth on his dick. Rhia cut her eyes to the side and saw the newcomer approaching them, his eyes fixed on Rhia’s face as he undressed, letting his clothes fall on the floor as he approached them. Soon he was completely naked. He walked over to the couch and sat beside Brandon.
Rhia pulled her head away for a moment to look at Brandon, to see if he was all right. She was surprised to see that he was masturbating, his eyes fixed on her as she kneeled in front of Adam. Dan sat beside him, his cock also in his hand, slowly stroking it up and down. Rhia felt a rush of heat in her core as her pussy became wetter and wetter. Her clit throbbed; she felt so fucking hot being the object of desire for three men at the same time. She turned back to Adam, wanting to take him in her mouth again, but he held her back.
“It’s time for you to get fucked now,” he said sternly, pulling her by her hair up into a standing position. “Get over on that couch.”
Rhia walked to the couch, legs trembling with desire, feeling her slippery wetness covering her thighs. Brandon and Dan stood up, their cocks standing at attention in front of them, to let her sit down. She sat on the leather seat; the three men gathered around her, all of them massaging their cocks. She looked at Dan’s; it was the smallest of the three, but very thick, with a bulging head. It was delicately veined, and the skin was smooth and white. She longed to lick it, to taste the bead of moisture she could see forming on its head.
What had gotten into her? She had never been this turned on in her life. She was so wet that she could tell she was already leaving a spot on the couch. She was panting with desire, wondering what these three men were going to do to her, how it was going to feel to be taken by all of them at once.
Suddenly Dan stepped forward, his cock in his hand, pressing it against her lips. She parted them, tasting the salty pre-cum on the tip as he pushed it slowly into her mouth, sliding back on her tongue, then pulling it out just as slowly, holding it in front of her face. She stuck her tongue out and licked it, wanting it back inside her mouth. Adam and Brandon stood close by, jerking their cocks simultaneously as they watched her lick Dan’s cock. He slid it back in her mouth, then started pumping it in and out, his hips moving slowly and smoothly. He moaned and cupped Rhia’s face as she sucked him off; he was much more gentle with her than Adam had been. She slipped her index finger between her pussy lips, then slid her middle finger down to join it, sliding the two fingers into her cunt, feeling it spasm slightly around her hand as she thrust them deeply inside her, feeling how hot and slick she had become. She moaned, her voice muffled by Dan’s cock in her mouth.
Adam shoved Dan aside, and his dick slid from her lips. He grabbed Rhia by the shoulders once more, pulling her up to stand. He lay back on the couch horizontally, his head on the armrest, and beckoned her over with his fingers. She slung a leg over his hips so that she was straddling his body; he grabbed her waist and pulled her down roughly so that she was impaled on his throbbing cock. She screamed as his cock rammed all the way up inside her, stretching her once again. Brandon and Dan watched, their eyes glazed with lust, as she began riding Adam fast and hard, first grinding on him back and forth, teasing her clit, then, as she felt herself losing control, bouncing up and down on his dick, faster and faster. He bucked his hips up to meet her, pushing her down with his hands on her hips, their bodies smacking together audibly as they fucked.
Rhia felt someone behind her; Dan had taken position at the opposite end of the couch from where Adam’s head was resting. She felt his hands reach around her body to cup her tits, massaging them firmly as they bounced up
and down while she rode Adam.
“Can I fuck your ass?” Dan whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipples hard, causing her to moan at the sharp sensation.
CHAPTER 7
“Oh my god… Fuck. Yes,” she panted, and bent over Adam, pressing her tits against his face. She felt his tongue on her nipples as he sucked them into his mouth one by one, first teasing them, then biting them with his teeth. She offered her ass to Dan, Adam’s cock still lodged firmly in her pussy, which was throbbing and aching and dripping wet.
Dan pressed the head of his cock, still wet with Rhia’s saliva, against her tight pink asshole. He rubbed it up and down, staring at how Adam’s cock was crammed all the way into Rhia’s pussy, the lips stretched around it, pink and glistening. He groaned and slipped the tip of his dick slowly into her ass. It was so tight. He slid the head in and out a few times, letting her adjust to the presence of his cock.
Rhia moaned loudly, her face buried in Adam’s neck. He smelled like cologne and cheap cigars. Somehow the smell made her wild with lust; it was so unfamiliar to her, so different than Brandon’s smell. Although Dan’s cock in her asshole hurt, she was so turned on by this point that the pain only served to intensify her pleasure, making her more horny than ever.
“Fuck. Fill me up,” she screamed, and she felt Dan thrust his entire cock deep into her ass. She screamed again at the sensation of being completely filled in both holes. It was almost too much. She looked over at Brandon, who was standing near her face, stroking his cock hard and fast.