Sandra eventually grabbed Ashley’s wrist, pulling her soaking fingers out of her and sticking them in her mouth, “Don’t worry.” She mumbled around them, “We can take care of me later.”
She rolled Ashley over, looking hungrily at the amazing ass below her. She squeezed with one hand, fingers teasing over both of her holes. “So,” She chuckled, “I saw that you apparently like this sort of thing...”
She pressed her fingers in, three in her now dripping twat, two in her ass. Ashley came undone immediately, pushing back desperately on them, trying to get them deeper. Sandra was all too happy to oblige, only stopping once she reached the knuckle, and even then she pushed to try and give more pressure.
“Come on,” Sandra leaned down, sinking her teeth hard into Ashley’s quivering cheek, “Just let go...”
She tightened up and threw her head back, a throaty moan ripping through the air. She collapsed in a content heap, her body shaking when Sandra pulled her fingers out of her.
“Jesus…” She turned to Sandra, pulling her down and claiming her lips, “You are just too good at that.”
Sandra smirked, “Well you’re just too fun to do it to. Now rest up,” She squeezed her rump again, “You’ve got a big night tomorrow.”
She giggled, “Oh my god, I do.”
The concert had gone perfectly, in fact it had gone even better than perfectly. The four of them spent two hours screaming in the crowd, the lights and the music overwhelming each of their senses. The three on stage were like gods, every person in the crowd eating out of the palm of their hand. If they asked a question, the crowd responded, if they wanted something, the crowd gave it to them. It was incredible, and knowing what Ashley had in store for her after the show, it was almost enough to make her go wild.
After the last song everyone started filing out, Ashley and her friends stepping to the side. Sandra pressed a kiss to her cheek as they saw Gareth approaching them, “I can’t believe you’re doing this. I’m so jealous.”
Lily snorted, “I think we all are, go hard for us, Ash.”
Katie hugged her, “Remember what you said about Jason...” She pulled back and smirked, “I want to hear everything.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Ashley grinned, “You will.”
She followed Gareth into the room they set aside, no security or other staff within 50 yards of it. The door closed behind them and suddenly there they were, right in front of her.
Andrew, with his lean body, broad like that of a swimmer, his shaggy hair partially covering his face, but not enough to suppress the smirk.
Jason, slightly bigger than Andrew but not by much, he seemed a lot more nervous about this than the others, but he was still standing tall.
And Dylan, the drummer. He was built like a brick house, arms thick from almost routinely destroying drum kits, leaning back against the wall and grinning. Of all of them, he seemed the most eager to start.
“Wow, it really is you...” She stepped forward, as did they to join her, “I can’t believe I’m here.”
Andrew spoke up, his voice slightly worn from the concert but still clear, “We’re glad you are. I’ll admit when Gareth told us about you we were... a bit unsure.” He looked her up and down, smirking, “But now? I think we’re pretty set to go.”
She smiled, running her hand over his chest, “Really? Well, how lucky for me.” She turned to the others, “Are you two really prepared for this?”
Dylan laughed, “You kidding me? With your nice round ass, I’d be an idiot not to go ahead.”
“Don’t worry, it’s not off limits tonight.” He looked down hungrily, she smirked to herself.
She turned to Jason, “What about you?” He still looked nervous, she took pity, “You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to...”
He shook his head, “What? No. I’m just... you know, never had sex in front of people before. Pre-event jitters you know, I’m good.”
She smiled, kissing his cheek, “Well, we’re all friends here, right?” She looked around, everyone else was smirking, but they nodded without hesitation, “So see? Everything’s gonna be fine, don’t worry about it.”
He chuckled, “This is a first, usually it’s the group assuring the single person everything’s gonna be alright, isn’t it?”
“Well...” She cupped him through his pants, she licked her lips, “There’s a first time for everything.”
She turned back to Gareth, who was watching with very visible interest, “I want you to film all of this, don’t miss a second alright?”
He nodded, smirking, “Don’t worry, wouldn’t dream of missing a second of this.”
“Good.” She smiled, dropping to her knees in front of Jason, “I guess that we can go ahead and start then, don’t you?”
They nodded, pushing forwards as they undid their belts. She looked up at them hungrily, pulling their pants down and taking them in hand. She throated Jason, pumping her head back and forth, his hard cock already down her throat. She worked her hands back and forth on the other two, her hand barely able to fit around Dylan’s girth. She switched between them, one moment having Andrews dick stuffed down her throat, the next she was slapping Dylan’s cock across her face and sucking on the head. Gareth captured every moment, the triumph when she managed to force Dylan the whole way down her throat, tears streaming down her face and a harsh gag when she reached the base, but a victorious smile on her face the entire time. Gareth couldn’t help but take himself in hand as well, after all, working a camera was a one hand job.
She furiously devoured every inch of the band members, her tongue flicking out and tickling their sac whenever she reached the base of their cocks. Every one of them was well endowed, Jason having length and Dylan having absurd thickness. Andrew was nothing to shake your head at either, a very respectable eight inches forcing its way past her lips as he thrust his hips into her face.
He was still thrusting when Jason pulled away, her now free hand going to fondle Andrew’s balls. When she felt the Bass player’s hands palming at her hips, she almost squealed in joy, her ass lifting into the air as he pulled her pants and underwear down. She went down on her hands and knees, Dylan pulling away so she could get as comfortable as possible. Besides, he wouldn’t mind watching this for a little while. Jason positioned himself behind her, running his stiffness through her folds and probing her clit, his every movement making her tremble in anticipation. When he finally pushed into her and sunk in as deep as he could, she could swear she died and went to heaven. He started thrusting, each time pushing Andrew’s cock deeper down her throat, and she had to fight to not gag each time.
Their pace was relentless, Jason evidently getting over his pre-event jitters as he grabbed her ass roughly and thrust like a wild animal. His pace was so fast that Andrew must have felt upstaged, as he grabbed both sides of her head and began to furiously face fuck her. His balls were wet with pre-cum and saliva, and it wasn’t long before there was a pool of both below them. Her eyes rolled back in her head, she felt like she was being crushed between them. She’d never felt anything more incredible in her life, the feeling of being treated like a piece of meat making her even wetter than she already was. She yelped around the dick in her mouth as Jason lifted his hand and swatted downwards, her cheek vibrating with the impact and her walls squeezing even tighter around his length. Andrew pulled out of her mouth, and after a moment of coughing, she looked up and smirked. “You want some of what he’s getting?”
He looked across at Jason, who paused his thrusting while they waited for her to continue. She looked back at Jason, “Lie down on the floor.”
He followed her instructions, his cock standing straight up like a flag pole. She leaned back on him, the head of his dick resting against her back entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself, his ten inches slowly pushing into her until his balls were flush with her ass. She bit her lip, turning back to Andrew, “Come and get it.”
He walked forward, not pausing for a seco
nd as he grabbed his shaft and pushed himself in, his balls hitting Jason’s as they worked together to fuck her. She rose on Jason’s manhood as Andrew pulled out, the singer slamming forward as she let her hips fall, the two of them stuffing her at the exact same time. The feeling of fullness was amazing, she felt like she could feel them rubbing against each other through her body, the sensitive walls inside her being mercilessly ravaged. Jason thrust as hard as he could, his balls impacting with her ass with enough force to be audible through the entire room. Andrew pulled her top over her head, her breasts falling free and bouncing up and down from the force of their coupling. Andrew was close to cumming, he was only a few moments away when he felt the hand on his shoulder.
He turned and saw Dylan standing over him, eyeing her ass with obvious interest. Andrew pulled out, “Jason, switch it up, Dylan wants that.”
“Oh, come on.” Reluctantly, he pulled out, but remained lying on the ground.
Ashley was breathing very heavily, her chest heaving with each breath she took, but she understood well enough. She turned around, Jason sliding into her drenched slit easily. She spread her cheeks, and Dylan didn’t hesitate.
He sunk in slowly, his thick length something that took some getting used to. If she thought it felt stuffed before, now she knew she had been wrong. She almost felt like she was at her breaking point, if he was any thicker she doubted anyone would be able to take it. But she had, and Gareth had video evidence.
Jason and Dylan alternated their strokes, one entering as the other left. She never had a moment where she felt empty, especially not when Andrew stepped forward again and pushed his cock past her lips, the taste of herself putting her in a state of bliss. The three of them worked their hips furiously, her body being ravaged like nothing she had ever experienced before. Jason’s length and Dylan’s thickness all but guaranteed that she wasn’t going to walk straight the next day, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Back and forth their lengths worked until she felt their movements getting clumsy. She smiled with glee, she knew exactly what was going to come next. They each pulled out with good synchronization, no doubt the result of playing together for so long. She took up position on her knees, opening her mouth eagerly. Andrew was the first to blow, his cum lancing through the air and splattering over her forehead. She smiled when she felt Jason aim his load down her throat, eagerly swallowing what he offered to her. She was nervous when Dylan stepped forward, everything else about him was huge, no doubt his load would be as well. She was proven right, a thick, creamy load of cum depositing itself across her cheeks, pointing downwards and marking itself across her chest as well.
She smirked as she made eye contact with Gareth, one hand focusing with the camera and the other furiously pumping his length, “Come on Gareth, give it to me.”
He stepped forward, barely able to aim before his head exploded, warm cum painting across her lips and nose. She giggled at the sensation, rubbing her thighs together at the thought of what she looked like. Each member collapsed backwards, their chests heaving but unable to take their eyes off Ashley. On her knees, covered in cum, yet she looked completely at home, like she commanded the room. They supposed that in a way, that’s exactly what she’d done.
One by one, they came forward, each one giving her a piece of paper with their number on it, “If you ever want to do this again.” They said.
Gareth was the last to approach, kneeling down next to her. He handed her his card and the camera. “You can keep the camera, I think that’s the least we can do.” He pointed at the card, “That’s to get in contact with me or my office. You ever want anything from us, just let us know, we’ll see what we can do.” He smirked, “As it stands already, you’ve got a free ride with the band whenever you want, your friends too.”
She laughed, “Oh, they’ll be glad to hear that.”
The girls were speechless as they watched the video, the feeling of arousal so thick you could cut it with a knife. “Jesus Christ Ashley.” Katie looked to where she was sitting, “How can you even bear to sit right now?”
Ashley laughed, “I actually cannot feel my ass at all right now. It’s gonna hurt like a bitch later.”
Lily smirked, “I’ll say, the size of Dylan’s dick, I’ll bet you’ll never be the same again.”
“I think it’s just a shame we missed it,” Sandra licked her lips, “Probably would’ve been amazing to help you clean up.”
“Oh god, don’t remind me.” Ashley put her head in her hands, “It took so long to wash the cum off. I was sure I wouldn’t ever be clean again.”
“I still can’t believe you managed to fuck all of them.” Katie laughed, “Remind me not to bet against you ever again.”
“If only we believed in you,” Lily scowled, “We could’ve been right there next to you.”
“Weeeeell...” They raised their eyebrows at Ashley, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.
“Well?” Sandra leaned forward, “Well what?”
Ashley pulled out the card, “They did give me their numbers, and Gareth did tell me I had a free ride with the band whenever I wanted.” She smirked deviously, “My friends too.”
One by one, their eyes widened, “No... You’re not saying...”
She nodded, scooting closer, “Oh, I’m saying alright.” She pulled them in close, each one falling back onto the bed, “How would you feel about going and making a sequel to my little film here?”
Sandra grinned, “I think I speak for all of us when I say that sounds amazing.”
Katie nodded, “Absolutely.”
“That does sound perfect...” Lily crept forward, pressing her lips to Ashley’s mouth, “But first I think there was something we all needed to take care of after the concert.”
Ashley watched as all three of them started to discard their clothing, obviously ready for what would come next. She smirked, “Couldn’t think of a better way to end it.”
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 31
“Your red blood cell count and hemoglobin are normal but your white blood cell count is markedly decreased,” Dr. Derek Smith informed the patient as he perused the lab result in his hands. “This can indicate a viral infection. We’ll have to perform more diagnostic tests tomorrow to rule out other conditions.”
After the patient left, Derek sat down exhausted. A wisp of stubborn hair crept to his forehead, covering one of his wide-set blue eyes. His lips were rich and full and his square jaw was tightened into a smirk. At the hospital, he was often mistaken as a celebrity due to his handsome features. He was also born with a silver spoon and this fact added to his charm and sex appeal.
It had been a hectic day and it was the last of his patients. Under normal circumstances, he would still be bouncing with energy but the pain caused by his break-up with Nicole had taken its toll and he was suffering physically and emotionally. He knew emotional sickness is the mother of a myriad of illnesses, and he was aware he had to take a break and go somewhere else less toxic, if he wanted to recover.
He started going over the piles of correspondence on his table. One was an invitation to a medical mission in Southeast Asia. He was about to throw the invitation together with the other trash, when an idea struck him. Why not? He had donated to charitable institution religiously, but he had not done any charitable work since he became a doctor; maybe, just maybe, it was the perfect time for a respite from hospital work.
With a sigh of acquiescence, he stuffed the notice in his coat, cleared his desk, and neatly packed his stethoscope and white gown into his medical bag. I’ll have to think of a plan tonight, he thought.
He made the final decision that night to join the medical team for abroad. A change in environment will surely help him nurse his broken heart.
Once his decision was made, it was easy to accomplish the required paper work. Next thing he knew, he was on a mission plane to Southeast Asia.
The na
tives of the small island were warm and hospitable but these did not change the fact that they were in a miserable condition. Houses were demolished; trees were uprooted haphazardly and scattered everywhere; roads were impassable and flooded, and the people lived in poorly managed evacuation centers. Diarrhea had started to spread because of contaminated water, and the danger of dengue fever had alerted the medical team to be wary of its symptoms.
There were teams from various countries cooperating for the relief effort; Team Canada were in charge of building temporary shelters; Team Japan, for sanitation programs, and Team U.S.A. for medical services.
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