by Ryan Ramsay
She leans into me and lays her breasts on my chest. The fabric of her dress is thin enough for me to see their full shape and hard nipples almost cut through to my skin.
Blood rushes down, settling into my cock, hard and fast. My shaft, loving every moment of this, stands erect and pushes against my pants.
She pulls one of her arms from my embrace, and it falls to my zipper. Her hand rubs and lingers over my stiff cock.
She gasps at the size of it, and I whisper in her ear, “Kneel.”
In control of my prize, I hold her hair in a gripped twist as she falls to her knees, hands rubbing over my body. Her breath pants with anticipation and lust.
She helps me with my zipper, and I help her to take off my boxer shorts. My cock jumps out and slaps her lips.
“Oh!” she gasps, looking up at me with a slight bit of fear in her eyes.
“Oh, I know. I’m big. Now open your mouth and take it in.”
I watch Stephine as she studies the thick vein throbbing at the side of my cock, the neat man-scaping I did yesterday night, and the large size of the tip.
“All of it,” I insist.
She looks around at the other men watching us.
But then she shyly takes it. Slowly at first, of course. Her tongue is out, gently tracing patterns on the smooth skin of my cock. As the tip of it and her wet lips meet, my fingers work her scalp, massaging every inch of it.
She moans lightly and places her wet tongue under the rim of my cock. I feel a tingle of sharp static walk through my skin in tender bits. The feeling sends a shiver though me.
This is going to be good.
I urge her head back and thrust my huge cock forward, where we meet in synchronous, wet ecstasy. She sucks me tight, closing her wet mouth onto my hard length, massaging me with the touch of her cheeks.
Being a winner is in my essence, and merely feeling Stephanie, a woman I just met, take my cock in all the way to the balls, sucking and slurping with all she’s got, while the losers of today’s Hunt watch us in undoubted yearning and jealousy, is nothing compared to what I see when I open my eyes and look at her.
Her hazel eyes are dead set on me. One of her hands rub my balls, while the other twists and slides across the damp length of my dick as it slips from her mouth. The warm, velvet shadow of heat pulsing up and down my chest prompts me to take off my sweater and shirt and throw them to the ground.
The belt finds its way to the grass, and under the sunlight hitting my bare skin, I hold both her cheeks together and pull her away.
My slacks fall down just as her lips prompt a popping sound. My dick hangs in the air erect, dripping, and shining.
I paid one million dollars for this. If necessary, I would pay another million dollars, just to feel this sheer power struggle between myself and this marvelous young woman.
I have the power here, having my cock sucked in front of everyone. But she has tapped into what little hold I have over her. I am mesmerized by this woman. No woman has made me feel this way in ages, and I know I need more. More of her.
Stephanie licks her lips curiously and smiles, as though her thoughts are taken over by the dick she just tasted. She leans forward to lick me again, but I hold back, keeping her face in my gaze. She suddenly looks up as if worried.
“Did I do something wrong?”
A thick laugh leaves my heated throat and baffles my jumbled mind.
“On the contrary, I don’t want you to just suck me. I want to fuck you.”
Chapter Five
Stephanie
I can’t even begin to summarize what I’m going through or how I’m feeling, but I’ll try.
All these years and I have never imagined how clueless and naive I’ve been when it comes to sex. When William holds me by my neck and brings me into him for a kiss, I feel a surge of heat and cold under my feet and feel it mixing at the tips of my core.
Emotions I never thought to have, or rather, ignored fully, jump and scatter all over my skin, along with the hairs that raise on the back my neck.
He kisses me like a man, and I mean a manly man — demanding and controlling. His hands squeeze my ass so gently, so carefully, I forget the others in the garden. Except that every now and then when I remember they’re watching us, I feel a flutter of excitement.
I know I shouldn’t like the fact that other men are watching what William and I are about to do. But I can’t help it. It makes my pussy drip even wetter while my heart beats even faster.
He holds my face, my arms and my neck as a sailor does to his lover after returning from months at sea.
His tongue touches mine, and they contort and share in pleasure and newfound adventure. I have never been this far with anyone, but his control, his touch, his breath on my skin: these all let me know that I can trust him, and that I am alright in his hands.
And then he says the word that hypnotizes me and binds me to his will.
“Kneel.”
Like a wooden mannequin I fall to my knees, grabbing onto him from sleeve to pants as I fall, knowing I trust him. My hand lands on the front of his pants and I feel budding heat, pressure and thick cock waiting for me.
The zipper pulls easily under my touch.
I smell a slight whiff of cologne and musky undertones as I look at his erect, huge dick.
“Oh!”
Heat reaches my ears through the pulsing of whatever the hell else is electrifying my body.
I don’t even pay attention to William’s words, just to the stiff cock throbbing an inch away from my face.
Never before have I ever thought of this. Not even in my fantasies. Not even in my wet dreams. I only go as far as a deep kiss. That’s it.
My mind though – my mind has other words in it. Other words that stir my core and tilt up my neck to his gentle rough hands, words that echo and burn the insides of my throat to do what I always thought to be wrong, to be vile… to be sin.
This is it. It’s so hard and big. You want it. You want to taste it.
My lips fall on the pink tip, and I lick it. Hmm, just like a finger, only bigger. Curiosity imbibes me whole, and I take it in deeper, wetting the vein across its length with my spit.
My tongue plays with inches of smooth skin, and the solid grasp of Will’s hands on the back of my head prompts me to let the huge cock go farther back into my throat. His balls slap my chin with a faint tap.
By God does he feel good.
And big.
And thick.
And grateful.
And primed to come.
And William knows this.
I pry my eyes off the shaft moving in and out of my mouth and look up at him. His eyes meet mine. He licks his lips in ecstasy, his chest heaving and then his eyes close.
Wow, he really likes this. Am I his slut now?
The noises get louder around me, like someone just turned a stereo knob a notch higher.
I glance around. Nathan leans against a wall, a hand placed over his crotch, caressing his bulge. Mia has a drink in her hand, as per usual, her tongue dripping wetness across her lip and a perky smile lifting her eyes. And there’s Frank, watching us with his lower lip bit and his cheeks flushed.
Parts of me, the lower, untouched, virgin parts, wish that Frank had won. The way the man ran with his hand in mine felt like a romantic reel from the movie Titanic, but his was not quick enough to claim the bracelet.
He had held my hand tight, tighter than a vice, tighter than a lover should or would, and wanted me by his side as he edged closer to victory. But he lost.
I can’t say I mind that William won, though. He is very handsome. I’m staring up at his six pack abs, mystified that they are mine for this moment.
And I fucking love the taste of William’s cock in my mouth. It glides so easily I don’t even gag. I just want to slurp him whole and make him cum down my throat. With all of them watching me, quietly wishing that they were in his place, and that my mouth was all over their cocks, a gush of pure and bright
warmth engulfs the insides of my mouth.
Did he just cum in me?
No.
That can’t be.
The taste is not as salty as I’ve heard people say it is, and neither is at as thick.
Pre-cum.
That’s what it must be.
William pulls my head away, and the faint pop sound his member makes when it leaves my mouth saddens me.
I want him to cum down my throat. Hot breath, almost misty, emanates from his mouth. His eyes vibrate around me as he smiles and smacks his lips.
One hand rubs and caresses my scalp. The other is placed on my neck, holding and releasing it as he pleases. My navel tickles.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask.
Perhaps he felt my teeth on him. Perhaps he got tired of me, having had better experiences with other women who have participated in these Hunts. Perhaps I am just not good enough.
I almost stand up to leave when he reaffirms his grip in my hair.
“On the contrary, I don’t want you to just suck me. I want to fuck you.”
The only sentence hot enough to melt the insides of a woman.
“Come here.”
His finger is moved, beckoning me seductively to him. Hand out, I take it and rise.
“I hate it when a woman as beautiful as you isn’t fully tuned for the sake of a game.”
“Fully tuned?”
My naivete will be the end of me, I swear.
“Turn around,” he commands. “Slowly.”
I do as William instructs me to do, almost wanting him to do something drastic. The salty pre-cum in my mouth feels like a potion, and his words, incantations, just activate the urges that have been hiding within me for all these years.
My back faces the four other people in the yard. I watch the sky above me and the filtering light through the trees — shadows and brightness.
The sun light clasps around the green vines and orange and yellow flowers like magical entities brightened by fairy light and pixie dust, grass and petals gleaming and shifting easily in the perfectly landscaped space.
It is then that I feel his hands pulling up my dress, snaking their way across shaved legs — waiting legs — until they stop at my waist and feel the bare skin there.
“Do not turn. Let me look at you.”
Fuck, this guy’s voice is hot.
Not knowing what he is looking at or why he takes his time, in silence, does more than stimulate the feverish heat between my legs, but his flexing fingers on my waist and fingertips on my midriff urge my juices to drip down my pussy lips.
It aches that he punishes me like this.
I want him to take me now.
My body is fevered with need.
No wonder I don’t even feel my dress falling off my shoulders like a flower off a stem. My bra and embarrassingly white panties fall alongside it.
“Kneel.”
I do not hesitate.
The grass feels so cool right now beneath my bare knees, cooler than before.
His hands are still on me.
Their warmth is caressing my skin, which blossoms and covers me with flushes.
I feel my nakedness, and my newfound wanton lust, starkly.
Not even the thought of my pussy and tits hanging wildly in the air in view of four pairs of eyes fazes me.
“Hands on the ground.”
Oh, yes.
I lean forward and wait.
Trickling down my thigh is something I curiously want to taste.
“Stephanie.”
His tone.
It’s different.
It feels more concerned than horny.
“Yes, William?” I meekly, strangely, reply.
“Are you a virgin? Truly?”
I can only imagine Mia’s face set with worry.
“Yes. I am.”
“Perfect.”
It’s happening.
After all these years.
I shut my eyes and breathe out, waiting for the plunge.
“Wait!”
What the fuck?!
The unexpected outburst compels me to turn around and glare at the literal cock-blocker: Mia.
A strange scene greets me. Nathan and Frank have their hands raised, eyes on Mia.
Her drink is no longer in hand, and her head is tilted to the side, a curious brow raised.
Frank turns back and looks towards William and me.
He has his cock out, erect and ready to stick it in a waiting pussy.
“We both want in,” says Frank, obviously having whispered this desire to Mia before she had told us to wait. “We’ll pay more for Stephanie if that’s what it takes for us to fuck her, too.”
Well, what do you know?
Supply and demand really works.
Chapter Six
Stephanie
Mia steps forward, using her body as a barrier between Will and me and the other two men.
She raises one graceful hand.
“You can both pay to fuck our Stephanie, but only after William is done pleasing her, and himself — since he won the hunt,” she announces, rather amused. “I’m sure Stephanie wouldn’t mind, as more money is always appreciated.”
Feeling emboldened now, perhaps by how much I know I’m wanted, I think about telling her that she doesn’t speak for me. Except the only problem is that she’s right – I could always go for some extra money. Who couldn’t? And my pussy is dripping even wetter now at the thought of the two other men fucking me along with William.
“How does that work?” Nathan asks, his voice oddly calm.
“Watch, first,” she says. “William, if you please,” she adds with gusto.
William is gentle as he pushes his hard cock into my waiting pussy, but it still takes my entire body by surprise. At first, I call out in pain, but I see Frank grab ahold of his hard cock and lick his lips as he watches William plunge into me.
It makes me feel excited, and before I know it, I only feel pleasure rather than pain. I lean into him, welcoming his cock further inside me. His hands grab my hips harder, the primal lust within him making commands he so willingly heeds.
I feel his shaft entirety within me. He thrusts at me quickly, joyfully. My fists grab hold of the earth, tearing grass, as my body feels like it is transformed. First there is a little pain, but then I'm overcome with deep feelings of pleasure.
Finally, I am fucked. Fucked and free.
The knots I always knew existed in me slowly begin to unravel. The man inside me moans and thrusts, grabbing my ass cheeks harder, slamming unapologetically into my pussy with zero chance of stopping.
“You love when I fuck you in front of these other guys who want to fuck you, too, don’t you, Stephanie?” William asks me, his breath heavy and panty.
“Yes! Oh God, William, fuck me harder. Oh...”
Zings of pleasure emanate from within my pussy and flush all over my skin. The feel of his shaft thrusting into me drives me wild.
“Fuck yeah,” he says. “I know you like getting fucked so hard. I love to hold onto your curvy ass and fuck your wet, tight little pussy.”
His hands are parting my ass cheeks further, and his moaning as his cock tip touches the formerly untouched parts of me is almost too much. His balls are slapping my clit, the tiny nub that has never before been licked or scratched or bitten.
All this makes my abs tighten and washes me with feeling of pleasure. I beg to pop, too. I blossom into something new.
“Please Will…William,” I beg, loving how it feels to just let myself go and be open and vulnerable while he’s fucking me and the other two are watching me get fucked for my very first time. “Just like that. Oh, fuck yes! Like that!”
It’s more than the tingle that began earlier, the feeling that overwhelms me. It’s way more than that. The pleasure, the fucking amazingly awesome pleasure than started as pain now burns me in a good way from the inside out.
I itch with desire, the need to taste him once more, but n
ot from the lips on my mouth. He groans and pumps me still, calling my name out, moaning my name in a way that sounds so sweet from his lips.
We are lost in a moment, but voices rouse me. The others, they have not waited for my glorious moment to pass.
Frank and Nathan will not be denied. They are screaming prices they will pay to have me. My attention is split between what is being done to me and what the huge amounts of money they want to pay to do it, too. I shake my head at their suggestions, not really realizing what is happening, and that drives the price higher.
“Three million...”
They are desperate to fuck me too.
Part of me cannot believe it.
“Four million...”
Nathan, with his sweet smile and cocky attitude… his cock straining so hard he raises the price for this… for me…
“Five million.”
“Frank. You to, of course,” William tells him. “Pay five million to share this sweet, tight little pussy hole,” William says. “It’s fucking worth every penny.”
“I’ll pay five million as well,” Frank screams and I smile.
I will have them all.
I nod my consent.
“It’s a done deal!” yells Mia.
That done, I can concentrate on the man still fucking me with everything he has. Will’s long thrusts pull his dick in and out of me, hitting spots that make my pussy twitch and ache. Another wave of intense feeling hits me, making me call out his name.
“William!”
A burst of air explodes from my chest, through my mouth and nose as I scream his name out loud. Gnashing my teeth is not enough; the explosion from inside my pussy rocks my thighs, ass, toes and nose into solid waves of reluctant yet steamy passion.
And yet he keeps thrusting.
“God, William… I... Will….”
“William is just fine, baby girl,” he groggily whispers.
His hand tightly winds my hair into one bunch, and his mouth rests on the nape of my neck as he pounds harder and deeper.
“Have this next one on me.”
The words I reply with are incoherent at this point.
All I know are the sensations I feel, and thrust after mind-numbing thrust as he hits the right spot, right at the top.