The dress fell from her body, and Axel took her hand. She glanced at the others. They seemed thrilled with what they saw, or at least she hoped so. The masks hid their facial expressions. But their eyes appeared darker, hungrier, and she shyly turned toward Axel.
“That is one sexy lace set you’re wearing.”
“It’s a shame that it will be coming off so quickly,” L.T. said, as he stepped toward her. In a flash he was behind her, and his thick strong hands clasped over her hips.
Axel stood in front of her.
“Undress me. I want to feel your hands on me, baby.”
She took a deep breath and reached forward. Her fingers were shaking as she undid the first button. She felt L.T. lower down behind her and he began to massage her ass cheeks.
“I can’t wait to fuck this ass.”
“Oh, God,” she whispered as she tried to remain calm.
Quentin stood beside Axel. He reached down and stroked his finger back and forth over the small patch of black lace above her pussy.
She jerked.
“I can’t wait to fuck her sweet, wet pussy.”
“Oh, please, please.” She practically moaned.
She felt so alive and so very wired.
Axel reached under her hair and gripped her head.
He stared down into her eyes.
“I want to feel your mouth on me. Would you like that?”
She nodded her head.
Would I like that? Holy shit, I have waited forever to feel you, touch you, and have my way with you. Of course I’d like that. Duh.
She felt L.T. behind her, and he pushed on her hips in a downward motion. He wanted her on her knees.
As she lowered, she reached for Axel’s pants and undid the zipper, and he assisted by stepping out of his pants. The fact that he wore no underwear aroused something primitive in her as she licked her lips.
He grabbed a hold of his cock. It was so thick and long, that she felt a bit hesitant. Then she felt the finger under her chin. She turned, and there was Deacon. He was completely naked and held his thick, long cock in his hand. Two cocks were pointed at her.
“Take mine and then his,” Axel whispered. As she leaned forward, she felt L.T. take her hands and pull them behind her. In a flash, something was going around her wrists. Her breasts pushed forward, and Deacon stroked his cock between the cleavage of her breasts. She looked up and then L.T. moved her head forward so she could take Axel into her mouth.
Mariah had never felt so turned on, and she sure as shit never imagined two of her four men standing before her with their cocks in their hands waiting for her mouth to suck them down. She wasn’t good at this. She’d had very little practice. She more so learned how to give head in hopes of one day satisfying one of these men. Now she would need to satisfy double.
She was moving slowly. Obviously too slowly for Axel.
“More. Take more of me into that hot, wet mouth.”
She felt the fingers pressing down her panties, and she sucked harder.
“That’s right. Just like that.”
A finger stroked from her back to her front, and right into her pussy.
“Oh!” she moaned, releasing Axel. Deacon pulled her head toward him and she immediately took Deacon’s cock into her mouth. Both men tasted so differently, but she couldn’t focus on that, while L.T. stroked her cunt from behind her.
She lowered her ass, trying to get L.T.’s fingers to go deeper and reach that little sensation in her pussy that would send her over the edge. It was instinctive. But she just knew that it would make her come. Could the whole theory about a G-spot be true?
Back and forth she bobbed her head and tried to satisfy her own hunger building inside of her.
The bindings pulled on her wrists and added to the intensity she felt. Her fingers grazed L.T.’s forearm as he stroked her cunt. She felt the hard muscular arm. She was oversensitive, in tune to every bit of them. She couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have L.T.’s fingers stroking her pussy like this.
“Oh, baby, damn you’re good at this,” Deacon stated and then he thrust his hips forward. She nearly gagged.
“I’m gonna come if she keeps this up,” he added.
“My turn,” Axel stated loudly, and she was so busy sucking Deacon’s cock and thrusting her ass backward against L.T.’s fingers she didn’t hear him. Deacon’s words stating that if she kept it up she would make him come fed her need to satisfy him. If she could be the goddess, the lover in bed or in this case, on the floor, that they desired, then maybe they could accept her for whom she was. So many wild thoughts ran rampant through her head. Every one of her senses was on alert. The scent of male flesh, their cologne, their masculinity and power, and holy fucking shit, the fact that she was bound made her suck harder.
It was as if she was in another place and was a different person. She felt so wanton, so sexual, and wild.
“Fuck, baby, slow down. Slow down.” Her head was bobbing faster, L.T. was pumping his fingers deeper, and she felt something tight deep inside her getting ready to snap.
Smack.
The smack against her ass came out of nowhere. “Oh!” she moaned, almost mumbling as she released Deacon’s cock and felt herself about to lose it. She was gasping for air.
“Do as you’re told or there’ll be more punishments.”
Quentin. Holy fucking shit, Quentin.
He gripped her hair not so gently, and Axel’s cock came into view. Quentin’s show of dominance and power heightened her arousal. She opened her mouth and pulled as much of Axel’s cock into it that she could.
Quentin fell to his knees, as Deacon stepped out of the way.
“Open wider,” Quentin demanded.
Her knees were already feeling achy and her thighs were shaking. Her panties hung over the backs of her knees, L.T.’s fingers were stroking her cunt faster, all while she sucked Axel’s cock.
She tried to keep herself balanced as Quentin’s palm came down over her ass. He squeezed her cheek, and then stroked a finger along the crack, straight to her puckered hole.
She moaned against Axel.
“Oh, fuck. She’s amazing.” Axel moaned and he caressed her hair from her cheek.
“Open wider,” Quentin repeated.
She did, and nearly lost her balance, but Quentin placed a hand on her shoulder. She opened wider, and felt the cool air collide against her cunt and her anus.
L.T. removed his fingers.
“Pass it to me,” she heard L.T. say and a moment later she felt the cool liquid against her anus.
“Nice and easy. This body is ours tonight,” Quentin said and then ran the palm of his hand down the front of her body. He massaged and caressed her breast, then moved over her belly and straight to her cunt.
He teased her pussy lips. She wanted his fingers inside of her, stroking her, making her reach that sensation she’d nearly reached before.
“I’m coming, baby. Move faster. Come on now, suck my cock good.” Axel cheered her on, and she did what he asked. She ignored the feelings of mystery surrounding what L.T. had asked for and she sucked and licked harder, faster, bobbing her head up and down as she spread her legs wider.
“That’s it. Oh, fuck, that’s it,” Axel said, and at that moment she felt the finger push up into her cunt. She pushed downward, and Quentin’s thick digits pushed deeper, faster. She was moving her hips and sucking cock at the same time.
“She’s ready,” Quentin whispered.
She felt the cool liquid to her anus, and then L.T.’s mouth sucking against the back of her neck, her shoulder, and then back again.
She shivered until she felt his fingers push into her ass. As first she tightened up, but she was so aroused, as Axel increased his pumps and then started to moan. He jerked forward.
“Fuck, yeah!” He exploded into her mouth and she concentrated on swallowing all of him, as L.T. fingered her ass and Quentin fingered her cunt. In and out they pumped into her and she teetered on
the edge of that point she kept getting to but not reaching.
“Oh, God!” she moaned, after Axel pulled from her mouth and tweaked her nipple.
“Let me touch you. Please, let me touch you,” she begged. She felt L.T. undo the restraint on her wrists and she pulled her arms forward, the achiness instant. Then she grabbed on to Quentin. She leaned forward and licked his chest, sucked on his nipple, and anything else she could get her mouth onto.
L.T. pulled fingers from her ass.
“I need her now.”
“Me, too,” Quentin said, and then pulled his fingers from her cunt.
“Oh, please don’t stop. Oh.” She moaned.
She watched Quentin climb up onto the bed. He spread his thighs and stroked his cock.
Quentin’s arm came around her midsection and he lifted her into the air as if she were light as a feather. He undid her bra, pulled it off of her, and she stepped from her panties.
“We want you now. This is your last chance to say no,” Quentin stated.
She looked around at all of them. Their masks suddenly couldn’t hide the desire and the need they all felt. But somehow despite her inclinations to give her virginity to a stranger, or in this case four men in masks, she wanted this to be real. She wanted to remember their faces, not a mask.
“I want you all, too, but on one condition.”
L.T.’s hand squeezed over her hipbone, his arm still wrapped around her from behind.
“God, she’s gorgeous,” Deacon whispered.
“What condition?” Quentin asked.
“It’s my ultimate dream and fantasy, right? You can make it a reality?” she asked.
They all looked at one another.
“We can. What will make your fantasy a reality, baby?” L.T. asked.
“If I can see your faces, and know that I’m giving all of myself, my virginity, my everything, to the four men I’ve always wanted.”
L.T. released her and moved in front of her next to the others.
“The rules say no removing of masks,” Deacon teased.
She ran her hands down her waist, then over her belly to cup her breasts. “Rules are made to be broken.”
She reached back, undid the hooks on her mask, and pulled it from her face.
* * * *
Quentin stared at Mariah. She stood in front of them, looking like an angel. He’d imagined how beautiful and sexy she would be naked. So many times he had awoken in a cold sweat calling her name, and coming in his own hand like some silly fucking teenager instead of a man who claimed the woman he wanted. She was stunning, and so delicate and petite compared to them.
Her breasts were full and perky, her pussy glistened with her cream, and she stared at them looking determined and like a woman who knew what she wanted.
He slowly pulled off his mask. Then the others did the same thing.
“Tell me you knew it was us from the start, or I swear, I’ll be giving you your first official spanking,” Axel said.
She looked him over. Her gorgeous blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Something tells me, Axel, that you’ll find any excuse to give me a spanking.”
They chuckled.
Axel stepped forward and took in the sight of her body.
“You’ve surprised me, but you’re right. You have a great ass for spanking.” He caressed his hand over her ass and she placed her hands against his chest, right before Axel kissed her.
When he released her lips, he stepped aside.
“You’re in a lot of trouble with me. You shouldn’t even be here,” L.T. reprimanded.
She clasped her hands in front of her and lowered her chin, but gave her most coy little smile. “But then I wouldn’t be here with you.”
L.T. grabbed her by her waist, lifted her up, and kissed her hard on the mouth. She straddled his waist as L.T. twirled her around. When he stopped, Deacon was there to pull her into his arms.
“The sweetest, most innocent-looking virgins are sometimes the naughtiest.”
“Only for you,” she replied.
“Ain’t that right, darling,” he stated and then kissed her softly on the lips. Mariah hugged Deacon to her until he turned her toward the bed and right into Quentin’s arms.
Quentin pulled her all the way up so that her pussy nearly landed on his face.
“Hey, don’t you have some wild crazy sexy thing to say to me? You’re supposed to be the kinky one,” she stated.
He lifted her up by the back of her ass cheeks and held her firmly, with her pussy inches from his lips.
“Baby, maybe later. Right now I want to get me some virgin pussy, and this smooth, pretty pink cunt needs some loving.” He pressed his tongue into her cunt and Mariah closed her eyes and gasped, as the others chuckled.
* * * *
Mariah felt them touching her, caressing her hair, her back, her ass, and her breasts while Quentin had his way with her pussy.
He was moaning and making carnal-sounding noises against her flesh making her body incredibly aroused.
Then he lifted her up, and lowered her down his body.
She straddled him, and placed her hands on his chest.
L.T. stood behind her and placed his hand against the nape of her neck. His hold was one of dominance, yet affection.
Quentin placed his palm against her cheek, and she closed her eyes and turned into it.
“How do you want your first time to be?” Quentin asked, very seriously. It was a side of Quentin she hadn’t expected in the bedroom, but it just added to the reasons why she adored him so.
She looked over her shoulder at L.T. and then at Deacon and Axel, who took position on either side of her and Quentin.
She saw the adoration in their eyes.
“Somehow, if you can, I want all of us together. I want to feel each of you touching me, stroking me, inside of me.”
L.T. reached under her arm and cupped her breast. She felt his thumb and forefinger pinch her nipple and she moaned as she looked down at Quentin.
“Please. It’s what I’ve longed for. To have the four of you make love to me, touch me, care about me in the most intimate way. I understand that it may not be what you want—”
Deacon placed his palm against her cheek, so she would look at him.
“What do you mean not what we want? We’ve always wanted you.”
“You’ve always pushed me away. Even after you did what you did to me in the living room. After Quentin and Axel kissed me. After all of it, you pushed me away. I just want you four to take advantage of this moment, of tonight, and just feel.”
“Baby, there are things you don’t understand,” Axel began to say.
She shook her head and closed her eyes. Despite L.T.’s hold on her, she still denied their excuses.
“I don’t want to hear it. I want you all and that’s all that matters right now. Please, make love to me. I want you to.”
L.T. leaned over her shoulder and kissed her deeply. He plunged his tongue into her mouth as Quentin lifted her hips and helped her align her pussy with his cock. Slowly she began to lower herself onto his shaft. She’d waited for this moment for far too long. She had denied so many other men this part of her, and as the thick bulbous top pushed between her wet folds, and she sunk onto Quentin taking him inch by inch, she knew she had made the right decision.
She moaned as he went deeper. She widened her thighs, tried to relax her vaginal muscles, and then Quentin pinched and pulled on her nipple. She moaned into L.T.’s mouth right before he released her lips.
“Oh, God, Quentin. You feel so hard and so big.”
“I’m not all the way in, baby. You’re so damn tight. Take me, baby. Take me, I’m yours,” Quentin told her, with his teeth clenched and as he held her gaze. His green eyes sparkled and darkened as he thrust upward. She gripped his shoulders and lowered herself down. She felt it the moment he was fully inside of her.
“Oh God. Oh,” she moaned.
* * * *
L.T. watched the way Mariah took Quentin’s cock into her virgin pussy. She was filled with surprises, and had especially shocked him.
He had thought some crazy things over the years. He’d wondered if she was dating anyone and hated when the idea of her having a lover popped into his head. How had she stayed a virgin so long? Had she really waited for them?
He reached out and caressed her ass cheeks. She lowered over Quentin’s chest as Axel and Deacon played with her breasts.
The sight of her creamy, soft skin, the curves of her ass and breasts as she rode Quentin made L.T.’s dick so fucking hard. His heart pounded inside of his chest. He wanted to fulfill her fantasy. He wanted to make her dreams come true. Hell, he fucking wanted her. Every fucking inch.
He stared down and could see her cream coating her pussy.
He reached for the lube. Squeezing a bit on his fingers he pressed a palm to her back and then slowly, carefully, pressed his lubricated fingers to the rosebud. She tightened and moaned, nearly shooting upward, but Quentin grabbed her face and pulled her down for a kiss.
“Let him in. Let us give you what you asked for.”
L.T. couldn’t take his eyes off of Mariah’s body as he pushed his digit into her ass, and she thrust her ass back against them.
“Holy fuck, that is beautiful,” Axel said, and Mariah thrust up and then down and back.
“Easy, sugar. Let me get this ass ready for cock. I don’t want to hurt you,” L.T. told her.
Quentin released her lips and Mariah moaned.
“Oh, God, L.T., do something. I’m right there. I feel something. Please.” Axel placed his hands against her cheek and tilted her face toward him.
“It’s going to be perfect, baby. Let it go. Let them take you beyond that sensation.” He covered her mouth and kissed her.
Deacon gave L.T. a light tap as L.T. continued to stroke his fingers in and out of Mariah’s ass. He was mesmerized by her beauty, her acceptance, and arousal.
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