by Anwen Stiles
And just like that, they were off again. It was crazy to her how ready she was, how willing. How one touch sent her into overdrive.
Yes, she thought. Yes. And she accepted Sean’s cock into her mouth, nearly purred when he smoothed her hair away from her face, then groaned and muttered, “Hell yes.”
Geoff ramped up the pleasure from behind. He twisted his fingers inside her in wicked ways, seeking out and finding pleasure zones inside her that she didn’t know she had. Flicks and twists. Twists and flicks. And all the while his other hand roamed over her ass and up her back, around the side of her body and over her breast. He squeezed her, tested the weight of her breasts.
His picked up speed, fucking her a little faster. “Tight, so tight,” he said, his voice a grunt. Then he pinched her nipple and his hand roamed away, toward her stomach, back to her clit.
When Geoff touched her sensitive bud, she exhaled around Sean’s twitching cock. She made a needy sound deep in her throat, hoping to spur Geoff on.
He needed no hint. He drove his fingers inside her faster and Sean soon began to try to match the pace, bucking his hips upward and pushing his cock to the back of Jasmine’s mouth. She coughed and sputtered a few times, trying her best to keep up.
Geoff’s finger was gentle on her clit, torturing her with the delicacy of his touch. She wanted to beg for his dick in her pussy, but she didn’t do it. She was impatient, yes, but also willing to wait, to see what they wanted to do with her next.
She sucked and pressed her tongue against Sean’s cock. He breathed hard now, a hitching sound, and she suspected it wouldn’t be much longer before he came. If Geoff kept up what he was doing between her legs much longer, she, too, would soon be coming.
Her bent position sent blood to her head and made her feel slightly dizzy. But she wouldn’t have moved for anything. She wouldn’t have wanted to stop what Geoff was doing.
Then he stopped what he was doing.
Damn!
She pulled away from Sean’s cock and twisted around to see what had happened. Damn! Geoff was walking to the table. Was the hand already over? It seemed like only seconds had passed since they began.
Who had won? A stinging slap landed on her ass. She gasped and turned to the other side. A grinning Sir. He raised an eyebrow at her and gave her another hearty swat. Ahh!
He wrapped her hair around his fist, then gently pulled her up and away from Sean’s lap. When she was standing, he directed Sean out of the chair and off to one side.
Sir pointed at the floor in front of the chair. “If you wouldn’t mind kneeling there. Hands behind your back, please,” he said, ever polite in his commands.
Sean jumped out of the way, as unable to resist Sir’s orders as Jasmine was. She quickly assumed the position, her knees sinking into the deep pile carpet, the cushioned seat of the chair at her back, her breasts thrust forward.
Sir and Sean stood in front of her, Sean’s dick mere inches from her face.
Sir held her gaze while he unzipped and dropped his pants and underwear. His bountiful cock sprang forward. A fluttery sensation kicked off fast and steady in her lower belly. She gulped hard.
Each man held his dick in one hand and cupped the back of her head with the other. They closed in on her, their cocks looming larger and larger before her eyes.
“Stick out your tongue. Yes, farther. That’s a good girl,” said Sir.
Sir and Sean rubbed the fat heads of their cocks over her lips and tongue, spreading her saliva around her mouth. Then they batted their dicks playfully at her cheeks, and on her lips and tongue again.
“Open wide,” Sean said.
She did and Sean pushed his cock past her lips and straight to the back of her mouth, bumping up against the opening to her throat. Sir continued tapping her cheek and jaw with his dick.
Sean pressed harder and Jasmine gagged.
“Take more care,” Sir said to Sean. “She’s not in the proper position for deep throat. I’ll show you later, if the lady’s up for it.” He raised an eyebrow at Jasmine.
She didn’t answer, her mouth being stuffed full of cock. And anyway, she didn’t think she’d be up for that regardless.
Sean popped out of her mouth and Sir pushed his dick inside. She had to open wider for him and savored the power and surety of his strokes, the way he held her head so firmly, shoved her back against the soft chair seat. She couldn’t move away if she wanted, not even an inch, he held her so tightly in his grasp.
She was trapped there, a captive, as Sir steadily took what he wanted from her. Had he pushed it too far, gagged her, she might have panicked, but he was all control and finesse. He made her feel helpless, at his mercy, and protected at the same time.
She had no fear to speak of. No. Every now and again, when she could catch a peek through the men’s legs, she’d seek out Geoff at the poker table. Always, he was watching. Always. And knowing he was there gave her a confidence she might have lacked otherwise, a confidence that she was safe, that things would only be allowed to go so far.
And it was a bonus that knowing he was always watching made her pussy all the wetter, no doubt of that.
She groaned when Sir took his cock out of her mouth. He gave her a wry grin.
He looked at Sean. “Go on. Your turn. But just stick it in. Don’t move. I’ll take care of it from there.”
Sean readily pushed his twitching dick into Jasmine’s mouth, then he stopped. Sir told him to let go of her, then with both of his hands wrapped in her thick dark hair, Sir began to move her head forward and backward. He controlled the action, how fast Sean entered her mouth, how deeply he went.
“Suck him well, dear,” Sir said. “His turn is soon coming to an end.”
She obeyed instantly. Sir pumped her over Sean’s cock. Harder now. Faster.
The sensation of being held in such a way for such a purpose nearly drove her wild. She moaned, and whimpered, and sucked with abandon as Sir used her to fuck Sean.
God. She couldn’t be any wetter. Couldn’t be any more aroused. It didn’t seem possible.
Sean puffed loudly and, a few times, instinctively thrust his hips forward, meeting Sir’s forward motion, and nearly making her gag. Sir always managed to stop her in time.
“Control,” Sir said to Sean. “Think you’ve got the idea now?”
Sean gasped and grunted. “Fuck yes. Fuck.”
Sir smiled and released his hold on Jasmine. “Then I leave the rest to you.”
“Hell yeah,” Sean said. He grabbed hold of her head and went to town on her.
He pressed her against the seat of the chair and thrust down on her, driving in and out. Again and again, rapid and shallow entries followed by deeper and harder shoves. Jasmine struggled to keep her hands behind her back, instinct telling her to push him away, to protect herself. Was he losing control? Would he go too far?
Sir gazed down on her, captured her rising worry. He lightly stroked her shoulder and down her arm, reassuring her that he was close by, that he was on guard. “You’re okay. He’s almost there. Can you take it a bit longer?”
Her words were muffled by the cock fucking her mouth. Yes, she could take it.
Sir’s hand closed over her breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple. Mmm.
And Sean neared the end. He panted hard as he drove down into her, over and over, faster and faster. She was his receptacle, and some ancient part of her relished it at the same time that she wanted to escape it.
“Fuck — ing — yes — yes!” Sean cried as he came inside her mouth.
The warm liquid hit the back of her throat and she swallowed quickly, taking everything he gave her as rapidly as it left him. She wondered at herself. Wondered how tonight, anyway, swallowing semen was a remarkably hot thing to do.
The marvels of this night were adding up.
Sean pulled out of her and she grabbed some much-needed breaths. Sean himself was given little time to recover before he was pushed aside, his place taken over by Micha
el, the apparent winner of the latest hand.
Michael had already dropped his pants and his cock stood up proud and long, leaning slightly to one side. His hands were on his hips as he surveyed her drooping self, her gasping and gulping mouthfuls of air. He seemed to enjoy it.
Sir still toyed with her breast, pulling on her nipple while he stroked his cock with his other hand.
Michael squeezed her other breast and looked at Sir. “I heard you mention deep throat. I’d like to see that. Hell, I’d like to do it, especially to this one.”
Sir twisted her nipple until she gasped. “It’s an experience to savor, for sure. We couldn’t all do it to her, there are too many of us. It might hurt her. Maybe three, depending on how long we take.”
“Then just you and me, right now,” said Michael. His gaze rested on Jasmine’s red mouth, her puffy, wet lips.
“That would be up to the lady.” Sir looked down on her. “Shall we give it a try, Jasmine?”
She felt a jarring pulse between her legs. The idea of a man sticking his cock all the way down her throat — it both scared and attracted her. Could she even do it, if she wanted?
“We can always stop if it becomes too much,” Sir said.
Her insides quivered. She wanted to do it. She did. But she could hardly believe it.
She nodded, gave a whispered, “I’ll try.”
Sir smiled his satisfaction and Michael got bigger and taller as this new purpose filled him.
“You’ll need to climb onto the end of the loveseat for this,” Sir said. “It’ll be easiest there, if you’re on your hands and knees.”
Michael didn’t waste any time. He reached down and helped her stand, then led her over to the loveseat. With her face in the direction of the end of the sofa, she bent down onto her hands and knees.
Sir stepped up to the end of the couch. He pushed her shoulders down a bit to get her at the correct height, and she tilted forward to make herself fully available to him. He told her to lift her head and stretch out her neck.
His hand slid under her throat and stroked up and down, over the smooth skin. “It will help if you keep a straight line, neck to tip of jaw. Keep your head tilted back. I’ll help, of course.”
Once more, he wrapped his hands in her hair and pulled her head backwards. His other hand stroked the straight line of her neck to under her jawline. “Beautiful. Open your mouth.”
She did, and he slid his still rock-hard cock past her lips.
It was very quiet in the room of a sudden. She knew the men at the table weren’t even pretending to play poker anymore. She peered to the side and saw their attention was rapt on her person and on what Sir was preparing to do.
“Try to relax,” Sir said.
Relaxing was the last thing she felt capable of at that moment.
“Michael, if you wouldn’t mind,” Sir said. “The lady could use some stimulation right about now.”
“Oh, my pleasure,” said Michael.
Jasmine felt his hand on her ass, and nearly groaned when he quickly found her need and filled it with two twisting fingers. Mmph, was the only sound they heard from her. What she actually would have said, had she been able, was, “Fuck me. Yes. Like that.”
Sir pushed his cock deeper into her mouth until he came up against the opening to her throat. He stopped there.
“Relax,” he said, his voice soothing, but not much relieving her anxiety.
Michael thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy with increasing speed and force. She was ablaze.
Sir pushed harder, deeper, entered her throat, grunting at the tightness. Jasmine’s gag reflex kicked in and she heaved several times. Sir kept pushing, telling her that it would get better when he was all the way in.
She couldn’t swallow her saliva, what with her throat stuffed full of cock, and so the liquid began to pool in her cheeks and drip out the sides of her mouth. Something about it was so raw and nasty that it incited her eagerness, made her want more of what Sir was giving her.
Michael enjoyed his task of distracting her. “That’s right,” he said. “You want it, don’t you? I know you do. I bet you’d like it harder. There you go. Hell yeah.”
He fingered her with true force now, fucking her hard enough to send her listing forward slightly every time he rammed home. It didn’t hurt her, but it was on the verge.
She herself was on the edge, on the edge of everything. Millimeter by millimeter, Sir shoved his way down her throat.
“Do you want to stop?” Sir asked when her gagging grew more violent. “If you do, just hold up your hand.”
No, she didn’t hold up her hand. She didn’t want to stop. Not now. Not when the other three men had abandoned their poker game and were now standing nearby, watching Sir impale her throat. Not when Michael was giving her the fingerfuck of a lifetime. And definitely not when the least touch on her clit would send her into the stratosphere.
“Okay then,” Sir said. “I’m going to finish it. One quick shove and I’ll be all the way in.”
She steeled herself.
Sir shoved.
In one quick movement, he crammed his cock as far down her throat as it would go. Her nose mashed up against him and his pubic hair tickled her cheeks.
She gave a few more huge heaves, then the gagging stopped. Her throat felt stretched and too full, and she could hardly breathe at all.
“You did beautifully, Jasmine,” Sir said, lightly stroking along the exposed line of her neck. “It feels incredible. I’m going to fuck you now and if you need me to stop, raise your hand.”
His fingers tightened in her hair, and then he pulled his hips back, his cock leaving her throat for a moment, letting her snatch a quick breath or two, then stuffing himself back down her throat in one terrible shove.
She trembled and shook under the assaults, both front and back, Michael relentlessly fingering her, and Sir setting a deep and hard pace in and out of her mouth, her throat.
She grabbed air when she could and tried to control the occasional gag. Part of her realized that this experience should have been a horror.
It certainly wasn’t physically pleasant, having her throat fucked by a well-hung man. She neared lightheadedness from lack of oxygen. The dripping saliva was a persistent embarrassment.
And yet, this had to be the hottest thing she’d ever done. Her rapt audience upped the hotness level to scorching heights. Kyle had pulled out his dick and was rubbing himself while he watched. Sean, who had come in her mouth only minutes before, was already half hard again.
And Geoff. Geoff looked at her like he could eat her alive. His cock strained against the front of his pants and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. That man wanted her in ways she didn’t dare contemplate.
Sir pumped her throat. Michael pumped her pussy. And she would have cried out if she could.
Then with a “Mmph — mmph — mmph,” Sir rammed himself to the hilt down her throat, and came with a loud grunt, deep inside her. He held himself there until the last drop was gone, then he pulled away, untangling his hand from her hair and stepping back. She swallowed. Gulped air. Swallowed. Gulped air.
“Beautiful,” he said, his breath raspy.
She whimpered and pulled in all the air she could, quickly. She knew that Michael wasn’t one to wait.
Indeed, he assumed Sir’s position nearly instantaneously. Sir gave Michael a few pointers on how to hold Jasmine’s head, how to maintain the necessary straight line.
Michael listened impatiently, then when Sir gave him the go ahead, he shoved his cock past her lips and straight down her throat.
Jasmine squirmed and squealed under this unexpected attack. She expected him to go slower; not anticipating that he would immediately pull back and begin fucking her in earnest. And he had a slightly larger girth than Sir, a small, but telling difference in the stretch of her throat.
The intense expression on Michael’s face should have been a dead giveaway. He was beyond ready and in no state of
mind to coddle her inexperience. A part of her responded to this craving, responded in kind.
She felt a hand on her ass. It was Sir, she realized. He slid a long finger in her pussy and pressed against her g-spot. She bucked her hips in response.
She could hear the smile in his voice. “Here we go, girl.”
With that, Michael began fucking her throat faster, and glory of glories, Sir touched her clit. She thought she would explode.
And actually, she did. A couple more circles and a few more thrusts later and she was coming hard, the release tearing out of her and ripping through her system. She would have collapsed had Michael not been holding up her head and Sir supporting her hips.
“Unhh!” Michael cried out.
She was confused by his shout, then realized he was coming, too, deep down her throat. And she was floating in sensations, in the way Michael handled her, in the way Sir’s fingers pleasured her, in the way Kyle jerked himself off a few feet away. In the way Geoff’s neck was red and a vein pulsed on the side.
She flew, not really concerned when Michael stepped back and Kyle moved into his place. Her mouth opened for Kyle as if she’d been waiting for him all along. He drove inside her, as deep as he could, filling her up again.
Aftershocks trembled in her pussy as Sir’s magical fingers found their way to her puckered asshole. No, that was something she didn’t want. Nothing there. Nothing.
But there wasn’t any way to say that, was there? Not with her throat full of hard cock and the young Kyle working away inside her, his breathing harsh, his hands holding her tight. No getting away from that.
Then Sir’s finger prodded at her asshole, seeking entry. His finger was slick, still wet from her pussy, and his efforts to penetrate her didn’t hurt, but she was pretty sure he shouldn’t be sticking things in that particular hole.
She was readying to raise her hand and call him off when he began to brush his way around her clit. Her stomach tightened in response. A jolt twitched through her every nerve.
