by Skye Reed
"Turn around." that wasn't your voice. I look up, seeking the owner of the voice. A friend of yours is leaning forward slightly in his seat. His gaze predatory.
I turn to you for guidance.
"Do as he says," you growl. I hesitate for barely a moment. "Now!" Your tone leaves no space for misinterpretation. You are not the only person I will be obeying today it seems.
I turn on the spot and continue to push the jeans over my thighs. As the waistband reaches my knees I realise the reason I was told to turn. As I bend down to pull the material over my feet I will be giving you all an unadulterated view of my ass and pussy, the thin French knickers barely covering my most intimate parts.
"Face us." That was you this time. "You thought you could distract me, spend the day teasing me, you are that desperate for my attention. Well you little slut, it worked. You have my attention, and that of every man here. If you want to earn what you crave the most you must prove to us exactly how good of a little fucktoy you can be. Show us you are a slut worthy of being our plaything, our cum bucket. Now strip. And if we aren't all hard by the end of it, you'll be receiving your first punishment of the day."
I stand for a moment, looking down at my body. I slowly run my hands up my body from my hips, letting them run past my full, round breasts, to my shoulders where I gather and lift my hair, turning my head to expose the handprint still visible around my throat. I let my hair tumble down my back, letting it send a wash of my perfume towards you all. Before inching my hands around my back to the hook of my bra.
I let my eyes follow the line of men sat on the sofa. You are directly in front of me, sat so casually, it is as though you are watching TV than a girl stripping naked in front of you. The next guy along has his hand in his trousers and is slowly rubbing his hand up and down a growing boner. Next to him is the guy that gave me my first instruction. He has opened his jeans and pulled himself free of his boxers, though his hands aren't touching a thing. Lastly your friend is sat forwards, his eyes scanning up and down my body as though cataloguing every spot where he wants to leave a mark, deciding how he is going to use and abuse me today.
I unhook my bra and let it fall down my arms before lifting it away from my body and dropping it to the floor. My tits sit proud on my chest, round and full, my nipples rock hard. The red blush that has flushed across my chest highlights the fading bite mark you had left in my breast a few days earlier.
I hook my thumbs into my knickers, with a plan to remove those slowly, so teasingly that there is no way you are not all rock hard. My mouth watering at the thought of tasting you all. Before I could start though, your voice cuts through the tension of the room.
"Too slow, come here."
You reach forward, grab my wrist and pull me towards you so violently I practically fall into you. Your hands grab at my hips, fingers leaving marks as they search for material to pull on. You roughly yank at my knickers, pulling them harshly down my hips, my body jerking under your ministrations. You reach up, grabbing my hair and throat and pull me forwards so I am bent at the waist over your lap.
With no warning you hand comes whistling through the air and connects with my ass. A short, sharp, painful slap. The sound resonates through the room, along with my sqeal. Though I am not sure if it is born of surprise or pain. Another slap. And another.
"Have you not learnt your lesson about being a tease. You do not have the right to slow our access to you. I own you, we own you. You are a group of fuckable holes to us, never forget." You make your point with another few hits, until I know my ass will be bright red with layered handprints. On the final hit you leave your hand on my ass, rubbing the soft, marked skin there, before gliding your hand between my legs and shoving your fingers inside my tight, soaking little pussy.
"It's wet for us already." You announce to the room. "The fucktoy knows to be ready." You lean forward over me. "It's because it's what you want, isn't it. To be used."
"Mmm," I reply.
"Use your words you stupid slut." I hear a voice demand.
"I'm a cock hungry slut. I know my place. Please I want it. I want to be your cum bucket."
All I hear is a chuckle in response.
My whole body starts to rock across your lap as you drive your fingers deeper into me. My mouth falls open in a silent moan, as my face is pushed further and further towards the lap of the next guy on the sofa. I see his hands come up and open his jeans, his hard on springing free and hitting my cheek. My tongue shoots out, my breaths panting, and a line of saliva falling from my tongue. He directs himself towards my open mouth, and as soon as I feel him in my mouth my lips close tightly around him. I hear the breathy moan as I immediately take him in all the way.
The movement of your fingers moves me up and down his length, whilst my tongue rolls around him, massaging. You can hear me gagging and struggling to breath as I try to take him as deep as I can. My abilities will be a reflection on you today, and I will not be letting you down.
"It's eager to please." Your most vocal friend says.
"You can always push this one further." You reply. You bring your free hand up, the one closest to my shoulders, curl a fist in my hair and push my head down further into the lap of your friend. His cock presses down past the back of my mouth, cutting off my air completely. I buck in your lap, struggling against my lack of air, my hands reaching out, fingers grabbing onto thin air. I feel another hand curl around my left wrist, taking control of my arm and bringing it down to their lap.
My fingers brush across the head of their cock and immediately curl around it and starting to pump. Long, twisting pumps, they become faster and more frantic as I go longer without air. I can feel tears streaming from my eyes, mixing with the slobbering mess I have already left in your friends lap.
Finally my free right hand is caught mind air and directed my a firm grip to another cock. The last person on the couch having stood up and come to stand at my shoulder. I begin to pump him straight away. My movements fast, twisting and jerking along his whole length, my thumb swiping down across his balls with every pump.
All the while your fingers haven't stilled in me, three or sometimes four fingers stretching me to the point I think you will tear me open, whilst you watch my hands pump your friends and you hold my head pressed down over another one.
It doesn't take long after that for the reality of my totally hopeless and helpless situation, and your touch deep inside me to have begun to turn into a building climax. Fresh wetness pools in your hand, as my throat spasms around your friend, my hands move across cocks so fast they blur, and my body begins to shake and tremble. You feel my pussy begin to twitch and spasm around you, as I buck my hips, pressing myself against you harder and trying to find friction against your jeans covered thigh for my aching clit.
As you feel my body clamp down around you, my abused throat trying to make muffled screams around the throbbing cock pushed up against it, you finally let my head rise enough for me to take a breath. I don't know if I want to use my freedom to scream and moan through my orgasm, or take in the air my body is desperate for.
For the friend sat on the couch with his cock in my hand he would have had the most impressive view. Mascara tear tracks down my cheeks, my lips pink and swollen, my chin covered in my own mess, and lastly strings of your friends cum hanging like bridges between my lips and the tip of his cock. I lower my mouth, keeping my eyes on the second guy as I lick and suck the cum from your friends still twitching cock. I hungrily swallow it all.
The next guy on the sofa growls, biting his lip as I continue to pump him, my thumb swiping over the precum gathering on the tip of his cock.
"I want the slut's mouth next." he demands.
You rip your hand from between my legs and I whimper at the loss.
"Up." You practically push me from your lap to the floor.
I manage to stand, somewhat dazed, juices running down my thighs, cum dripping from my chin to land on my breasts. You grab me by the arm and have me
kneel on the coffee table, so that my mouth rests at exactly groin height for your friend that has come to stand in front of me, his cock directly in front of my mouth. Next you stand behind me, finally releasing your impressive length from your jeans. Taking hold of my hips you fully sheath yourself inside me, driving me forwards into your friend's lap. I hear your first moan of pleasure at how I feel around you, and it spurs me to action. Rocking my hips back against you and sealing my already wet lips around the cock in front of me. Everyone was wearing dark blue jeans that I don't even know who's cock it is I have in my mouth, but I don't care. My job, my only worth, is to let you use me to make you cum.
Your fingers dig into my hips enough that I know I will have bruises in the morning, but I don't care. I love it when you mark me as yours.
You look down, watching as your hardness slams into me pussy again and again. Coming out more glistening with our juices each time. Using just one hand to hold my weight, I reach the other one down between my lips, seeking my clit. I know it will take only a small amount to have me cum again, to clamp down around you.
Before my fingers can find their prize however, I feel an iron grip around my wrist.
"No you stupid cunt. You do not get to cum before us." there is a venom in that voice that has me flood with fear. Should I apologise for my discretion? But that would mean I had to still my month's actions and I know that would definitely lead to punishments. I decide that compliance is my best bet, and let my arm be guided to where it should be, your last friend's cock. Standing proud away from his body my fingers wrap around it easily and begin to work. Pulling, jerking, twisting, spreading the precum from the tip along his length, letting the palm of my hand massage against his balls with each stroke.
Its not long before his hand is in my hair, wrenching me away from one cock and directly towards his own. I twist my body painfully, not wanting to lose even one sensation of you driving deep inside me. My other hand replaces my mouth, and pumps the soaking wet dick. Its not long until I can feel it twitch and throb as climax draws near. He steps away from my hand, using his own instead, and shoots cum across my face and hair, covering me in the evidence of his orgasm.
The friend that had had the attention of my mouth first has spent this time watching. Watching my hands, mouth and pussy service his friends, and stroked himself back to hardness. In seeing fresh cum mix with his own on my chin he shoots another load across my face, hair and shoulder.
As you watch me become more and more covered in the cum of your friends your hips piston even faster, taking handfuls of my bright red ass, adding fresh hand prints to it, so that the blush matches the burning red of embarrassment on my cheeks. I strain my eyes round to see you, see the carnal curl of your lip, the dangerous look in your eyes as you watch your slut work.
"Open." I hear an order and let my mouth fall open just in time for your friend to shoot stream after stream of cum into my mouth, across my lips and down my chin. The whole time my eyes have been glued to yours. Praying I have done a good enough job for you.
It would appear I have because as I lick the drops of cum from my lips you reach around, and after one tear and scream inducing slap to my clit, you press your fingers against it and rub. Hard and fast, no romance or passion. Purely a scientific endeavour to have me cum.
"Cum for me now." You growl. "Show them how a slut cums with my cock buried inside you."
Your words and the touch on my clit has me screaming as my body clamps down around you, wave after wave of orgasm shooting through me. Inside me I feel you twitch and throb to orgasm too. Feel you shoot your load inside me, coating my pulsating walls with your hot cum. My back arches as I push back against you, trying to milk every last drop from you.
Celebrating with Our Roommate
After we both entered our 40's my wife Ann was laid off and our daughter got married and moved out.
Ann decided that she wanted some extra money for shopping and said we should rent out one of the spare bedrooms. I agreed so we could split the extra money so she could go shopping and I could use my half to put more towards the mortgage payment.
Ann and I both look a little young for our ages. Ann is 43 while I just turned 40. Ann and I are both 5' 9". She weighs around 160 lbs. and has curves in all the right places with 36C breasts and a nice full ass.
Ann placed an ad online and within just a few days we had several responses. We carefully considered each and every one and, while I would have preferred a cute 20-yr. old with a killer beach body, we settled on a 24-yr. old named Mark.
We chose Mark since he was a business professional and was being transferred to our area for four to six months while almost everyone else was looking for a year minimum. My wife and I thought that six months was perfect in case we decided that renting just wasn't for us.
When Mark moved in we hit it off very well and quickly became good friends. Mark was kind of shy but had a good sense of humor and was very respectful.
Since Ann was so comfortable with Mark she would sometimes flirt with him which would make him blush and Ann to laugh each time he did so.
While I was at work Ann would be left at home alone with Mark for a couple hours before I arrived home. With how comfortable Ann was around Mark and the fact that she flirted with him I soon began to fantasize about watching them having sex. These fantasies turned me on a great deal but after getting to know Mark I knew he was too shy to try anything and Ann never gave any indication that she ever thought about having sex with another man or cheating on me. I knew my fantasy would never become a reality. Or so I thought!
About four months after Mark moved in I got a promotion and with it a big raise. Mark also got good news that day and said that his boss had asked him to stay an additional six months.
Since we had all become such good friends and Mark had been dreading moving back home and Ann and I enjoyed his company we gladly told Mark he could stay despite us no longer needing the extra money.
With everyone such a good mood Ann said that we should celebrate. Ann ran to the store and picked up a couple bottles of champagne so we could stay in since the local university was starting and we wanted to avoid the crowded bars.
After a nice dinner, we moved out to the deck since it was almost 90 degrees still. Our nearest neighbor was almost a mile away so we could play music as loud as we wanted without disturbing anyone.
Ann suggested we open the champagne and have a drink. Since Ann isn't much of a drinker, after a couple of drinks, she was starting to giggle any time Mark or I would say anything remotely funny so I knew she was feeling very good.
After a couple more drinks Ann's favorite song came on and she started swaying in her seat. I got up, offered her my hand, and asked her to dance. She quickly agreed and we started dancing out on the deck. Mark just sat in his chair and laughed at how funny it was watching two "old" people dance.
When the song ended a more upbeat one came on and Ann said she needed a refill on her drink. I took her flute from her and told Mark to take my place. Mark acted shy at first but after Ann said she still wanted to dance he agreed.
I ran back into the house to grab another cold bottle of champagne and returned to the deck. When I tried to open the bottle, I found that the cork was being a bit stubborn. At this time a slow song came on and since I was struggling with the cork Ann pulled Mark in close. Mark acted hesitant at first but after a few seconds he relaxed.
After I finally got the champagne open and began refilling the flutes I began watching Ann and Mark dancing. I once again began fantasizing about watching them have sex and began to get really excited.
The champagne must have loosened me up because I decided to see if I could make my fantasy become a reality.
As the song was nearing the end I queued up a few more slow songs. Ann took a break for another glass of champagne but decided she wanted to dance again when the next song came on. I told Mark to go ahead while I finished my drink.
When Mark and Ann began danci
ng she put her head on his shoulder and they began swaying gently as he put his hands on her hips.
When the song was halfway over I finished my drink and slip up behind Ann pressing my body against her back and rubbing her shoulders while she continued dancing with Mark.
Since it was so warm Ann was just wearing a loose fitting top with spaghetti straps and a skirt while Mark and I only had shorts on. As I was massaging her shoulders I slowly lowered one of the straps as the song ended. Ann didn't seem to notice or didn't care, either of which was fine with me, since she turned around and started dancing with me when the next song started.
Ann then began kissing me as we danced so I took my chance and lowered the other strap off her shoulder without her noticing while Mark continued dancing behind her.
Mark must have noticed what I was doing because he started to look nervous and began to pull away. As Ann felt him pulling back she reached back, grabbed his belt, and pulled him tight against her ass.
