by Alexis Angel
I lean back just a bit, not ready to end the tease. Once again, I use just one fingertip to trace the contour of his cock, moaning softly at the wonderful feeling of his hard cock and the soft skin. His cock swells under my touch. If I don’t take it in my mouth soon I think he might fuck my hand in frustration. The thought of him wanting me so badly fills me with pure desire.
Finally done torturing Alex with gentle touches, I get down on my knees and grab him by the wrist, pushing him down onto the sofa and turning around. He reclines back against it, his cock bouncing eagerly and pointing toward the ceiling. The sexy sight almost takes my breath away. I want to taste him more than ever now, only vaguely aware of Wade and Jason sitting nearby, watching me while they recover from the fucking they gave me earlier. I do always love an audience. I’ll make sure it’s the best performance I’ve ever given.
Placing my hands on his knees, I slide them up to his inner thighs while I smile teasingly at him, and then circle both of my hands around his throbbing shaft. I close in on him, fitting my body between his legs. I watch his face, parting my lips and running my tongue over them as he stares at my mouth. Having had enough, his hand curls in my hair and, without a word, he pushes my lips down onto his cock.
I feel his hips tense up when my tongue comes in contact with his tip, the warmth of his incredibly thick cock filling my mouth. I run my tongue down the length of his shaft until it bumps against the back of my throat. I hold my breath and think of the dressing room talk between the girls about sucking cock. I relax my throat, slowly pushing my mouth down and letting it slide further inside, taking it down until my lips are wrapped around his base. When I can no longer go another second without a breath, I go back to his tip, circling it with slow seductive movements. I can hear his breathing growing ragged, his chest rising and falling at a hurried rhythm as he closes his eyes and throws his head back against the sofa.
“Sure you’ve never done this before?” Wade says teasingly from nearby.
“I’m just a natural,” I say when I lift my head up to catch my breath.
“Yes you fucking are,” Alex says, and I can hear the mix of surprise and pleasure in his voice. I bite down on a smile and stroke Alex’s cock until I’ve caught my breath. When I’m ready, I wrap my lips once again around him, but I don’t take it all the way down my throat just yet; I just focus on the tip of his cock, circling my tongue around it several times, feeling the shape with my mouth. Alex was so attentive to my body as the other two filled my ass and pussy, and I want to return the favor.
He starts tightening his fingers in my hair, and I realize that he won’t be patient forever. I’m actually surprised he hasn’t shoved his cock down my throat by force already. He’s on the edge of giving up the gentle game that I know he’s only playing because it’s my first time. I’m tempted to push him until he fucks my throat… But instead I decide I want to take it slow just a little bit longer. I let my mouth slide slowly down his cock all the way again, every twitch of his cock making it thump against the roof of my mouth. I close my eyes as I feel that soft skin around the root of his cock, and I hold my position there until again I can take no more.
I take a deep breath as his cock pops out of my mouth, using my hands to jerk him as I take in several gasping breaths. My hands move rhythmically, squeezing hard and bringing him slowly closer to the end. I smile as I feel him pulse steadily against my fingers. His eyes close slowly, focusing on the sensation of my fingers slipping up and down his cock.
I take my mouth back to his shaft now that I’ve caught my breath. Now that I’ve had a taste of him, I find myself craving his skin on my tongue. Still holding his cock in one hand, I swallow down his whole length, only stopping when my lips reach the very end. I start to move my head up and down, going from the base all the way to the tip over and over again. His groans and sighs tell me that I’m doing everything right, and even though my jaw is starting to ache, I need to suck him until he explodes; I can’t stop now. I want him to cum inside my mouth, to finally taste cum and feel it dripping over my lips, my nipples stiffen and tingle, my pussy throbbing and swelling. Even more than getting fucked in my pussy and ass at the same time, sucking cock makes me feel insatiable and filthy in the most delicious way.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he whispers, his hand finally grabbing hard enough in my hair to move my head. I just moan in reply, my mouth still completely full of his cock. I can feel the gaze of the other two men in the room, making my pussy trip with arousal as they watch Alex fuck my mouth.
I explore his balls with my free hand, using my fingertips to feel the shape and texture of his skin. He sighs loudly, and I know that soon he’ll give me the cum I’m so desperately hoping for. I know it’s time to bring him right to the end, picking up the pace as fast as I can go. I go so fast that the muscles in my cheeks start cramping up, and even the bones in my jaw feel like hot. I push through the pain thinking only of how badly I want his cum.
The moment I feel his cock twitching over my tongue, I sway my hips excitedly, my pussy plumping up between my thighs. A few seconds more and I’ll get my wish to be soaked in his cum. I can’t wait for it, my mouth watering around his cock.
“Don’t you fucking dare stop now, Zeva,” Alex says, his voice a half-moan, tinged with pleasure and a hint of urgency. I obey him, all interest in teasing him totally gone now, keeping up the rhythm and trying not to let the ache in my jaw hinder me. Just when I start to think I can’t possibly take any more, he moans loudly, almost a scream.
“Fuck!” Alex exclaims and then his cock explodes inside my mouth. His cum fills my mouth faster than I could've expected. I moan until my mouth is so full that I can’t even make noise any more, unable to do anything more than swallow down his cum.
His cum starts dripping down out of my lips faster than I can drink it down, thick ropes running down my chin and onto my neck. I pull back, gasping for breath, a stream of cum hitting my cheek as I lean back. I hold onto his cock tight, aiming it at my open mouth, but the force of his cum makes it splash on my neck, chest, and tits.
“Yes Alex, cover me with cum,” I moan as the drops of cum shoot from his cock onto my body.
“God damn,” he whispers, breathing hard. I’m completely drenched in his cum and it feels amazing. The trails run down my body, pooling in my belly button and cooling on my skin. Wade and Jason’s cum has already dried in streaks down my thighs, and now Alex’s cum joins them, marking my skin and giving me Goosebumps.
Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I let go of his cock and run my hands over my body, sliding my fingers over my cum-soaked skin and squeezing my tits as a moan bubbles up to my lips. Inspired by my deep desire for their cum, my hands slide down the curve of my tits and then go down my belly, smearing the cum all over my skin.
The three men watch me massage their cum into my body, my hands all over my tits, belly, and thighs.
Jason laughs softly, and I turn to see a grin on his face. He and Wade have been a rapt audience, and I can see that they enjoyed the show by the way their cocks have already stiffened again.
“Fuck, if I had known you were going to be this hot, I would've risked fucking you a long time ago,” Jason says. I always knew that the men considered me a forbidden fruit, but I want to make them really regret not making a move on me sooner.
I smile in his direction and then climb up into Alex’s lap, grabbing the sides of his face and giving him a deep kiss. The cum still in my mouth runs along my tongue into his mouth and he moans, his fingers digging into my hips as he swirls his tongue around mine, sucking on it eagerly until we swallow it all down.
I feel the cough shift as Jason and Wade come over, running their hands up and down my body, pinching my nipples and squeezing and massaging me. Lifting my mouth away from Alex’s lips, I put one hand on each of their faces, kissing each of them in turn. Wade gives my ass a sharp, playful slap.
“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun with you,
Zeva.”
I smile at him. The feeling is definitely mutual. Even after cumming again and again, I feel like I could keep fucking them all night. The ache of every muscle in my body says differently, however. I take some time to let my eyes run over their hot bodies, enjoying the incredible view before me. A lot of the other girls say you don’t really feel all that different after your first time, but I have to disagree. This moment has awakened something inside of me… Something deep, wild, and insatiable.
“I’m always up for a repeat performance.”
Zeva
Oh my God oh my God oh my God. What did I do last night?
My brain and a few choice body parts are absolutely screaming at me the moment I wake up. The whole night is a crystal clear blur. That doesn’t make sense, right? I don’t know. I just know that I still have the smell of a good, raw fuck on me, and I’m torn on whether I even want to wash it off or not. I look between my legs and see further proof of last night’s events that leaked out of me overnight. I barely even remember coming home last night, and not for the usual reason. I wasn’t drunk at all. Or, at least not on alcohol…
I need to get my thoughts out in the open. I can’t talk to anyone connected to the bar. Not that there would be any trouble, just…I just can’t face that. Not yet at least. I need to process things first. Ashley? No, she’s friends with the bar owner’s boyfriend’s sister. Charlotte? No, she put in an application just last week. Stacey. She lives right near the coffee shop too, and is a hard-core caffeine addict, and I know she won’t turn down a chance for some juicy chatter. It’s fine, I can handle her sort of judgment, I just need to talk.
I shoot her a text. “SOS morning coffee ASAP. I’m buying.”
The reply was beyond immediate. “YESSSSSSSSSSSS.”
By the time I arrive at the coffee shop she’s already sitting outside tapping her foot, a coffee and an unpaid ticket sitting ready for me as she sips her own drink.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting here, girl?” Stacey smirks in mock disapproval.
“Shut the hell up, you live two seconds away,” I smile back as I set my bag down.
“Holy fuck. Stop RIGHT there. I know that walk!”
I freeze, not from her command but from embarrassment. My whole body is flushed, which doesn’t do my nether region any favors.
“You got fuuuuucked!” Stacey is practically dancing along with her sing song voice.
“Oh my God, will you quiet down for even a fucking second,” I drop down in my seat and cover my face. “You don’t need to tell the whole goddamn town, that’s why I talked to you in the first place! Jesus.”
“Okay okay. It’s just a huge fucking deal! Tell me everything!”
“Look, first off I’m super confused by the whole thing. I was dancing, getting everyone riled up as always, and they were all boring. But there was one table with these guys, and they just-“
“Baaaaaaaaaaaaack up. Guys, plural?” Stacey’s eyes grow wide.
I sigh heavily and walk her through the beginning of the whole evening in more detail, up to the point to when I got to their table.
“Holy hell, so this even happened at work? You harlot!”
“Well, yeah. It’s not that uncommon for it to happen there, jeez…” I take a sip from my drink to give myself a pause. “Anyways, I ended up leading all three back into the VIP room, and…yeah. It was incredibly exciting, and I wouldn’t just jump into bed--”
“Slut room,” she corrects me.
“BED. With guys I didn’t have actual feelings for. It’s not like I had just met them like your guy last Saturday.”
“First off that guy was notch number 46, not my first fucking gangbang while on the clock to pop my V card,” she giggles. “Plus, he bought me a coffee. What else was I supposed to do?”
“Say ‘thank you’ anywhere besides on your knees maybe?”
She sticks her tongue out at me. “Okay. So you got yourself wrecked by three bikers at the same time. Honestly, we’ve all been there,” she laughs. What exactly is the issue?”
“I already said. I actually like all three of them. How does that even work?”
“Normally? Badly. But I wouldn’t call any of this normal,” Stacey says, scrunching her face up. This is her normal ‘thinking’ face. “Well…I know if bikers are interested in relationships they treat it just like their rides; they’re incredibly dedicated, and take really great care of it. And I guess a biker could share his bike if it’s that important to him?”
“I’m not a bike, you know…”
“Judging by that walk they sure rode you like one!” Stacey laughs, but catches me glaring hard at her. “Okay okay, I’m serious now. I guess you gotta figure out if they actually like you or you were just a big conquest to them. From what it sounds like it’s gonna be the former, to me.”
“Hmm, maybe you’re right,” I say into my drink. “It was…incredibly exciting, though. They were so full of fire and passion; I’ve never experienced anything like it. Is that how sex always is?”
“Well, if he’s any good yeah,” she nods, obviously reminiscing briefly about some of her favorite romps. “I’d say a foursome is a little different, but mostly logistically I guess.”
We sip our drinks in silence for a few moments, both wrapped in our own carnal memories. Stacey breaks the silence again.
“Ok. Juicy detail time: How big were they?”
“Umm…well they were a bit bigger than most of the bulges I see at work. They reminded me of some of the guys I’ve seen in porn? I dunno. About so big?” I mime their sizes from memory with my hands.
Stacey’s eyes grow wide. “You’re fucking kidding right? Holy shit that’s gotta be at least ten, maybe twelve inches? And you’re telling me you can fucking walk after three of those!” She shakes her head. “If I didn’t know full fucking well you were a virgin YESTERDAY I’d say you were the biggest goddamn whore in town.”
I cough in response with a confused look on my face.
“Oh, in a good way,” she smiles. “I have a whole new respect for you, girl.”
Alex
I watch as the last patron is ushered out by our security. It’s earlier than we normally close but one of our ‘ins’ in the sheriff’s office gave us a last minute heads up that Wade’s brother, Cole Holt, might be making a visit, and even though it’s the family business there’s still bad blood we don’t want to make any worse between the two of them. We’re already an hour past what the county law says.
The last waitress finishes her clean-up as I count things down. Wade thanks her with a kiss on the cheek and walks her to her car himself. We’ve all been on edge since rumors started on the wind about a rival gang heading back to town. It’s the same one that was responsible for Cole and Wade’s father’s death, as well as the death of Zeva’s parents. Nobody is taking it lightly. He comes back in and nods to the bouncer, Stone, to stand out front to keep an eye out behind her as she drives off.
“I’ll head out front. I locked up the back. Don’t forget the side. Okay, Wade?” I say. It’s a nightly reminder, but Wade hasn’t forgotten once. “And hurry up with Zeva too. Don’t leave me waiting just to catch some alone time.”
“Yeah, keep letting me know what kind of scumbag you think I am, Alex!” Wade laughs. I get on his case to keep him on his toes. Not sure if it’s because of me or not, but he’s never actually needed it.
“You know damn well what happens when I turn my back,” I poke on as I walk out of the door. I jam it shut before he has a chance to respond. This time I was referring to something that actually did happen; I had to piss mid lap dance with a new girl one time and by the time I came back she was riding his cock. I was never really mad about it; I’m actually pretty impressed with how quick the man works. Never lost a girl to him since, though. I have my own charms too.
I stand next to my bike casually kicking a rock around in the dirt, thinking about the other evening. There was a lot more than just a lustful
fuck going on in that room. I’ve passed a girl around the room more than once in my time; that’s nothing new. That kind of thing is purely animalistic, carnal. This was more. This was passion between all of us. We each connected together with Zeva in a way much more involved than what you could call a ‘fuck.’
Two sharp knocks on the front door shake me from my thoughts. Stone opens the door for Zeva to come through, Wade trailing right behind. She’s dressed down in some simple pink sweats, but still manages to show off her figure enough to get the mind going. On stage she’s a force of nature. In the act she’s pure animal like I’ve never seen. But I think Jason has a point; she still looks fucking amazing in even the plainest of clothes.
“Had a good night, Zeva?” I say as I approach them.
She greets me with a quick, tight hug first.
“Yeah, wasn’t bad. Slower night than usual. I took the time to try out some new things, were you watching?” she says, looking up at me.
Just meeting her eyes I’m a little caught off. I’ve faced down shotguns pointed directly at my face with more nerve. With eyes as dangerous as hers she’d make a fantastic old lady, for sure. But that’s not the right life for her, and I’d never do something like that without Jason and Wade. They’re my brothers, and they care for her just as much as I do. I mentally shake myself off quickly. Those aren’t the thoughts to have. Plus, they’re the fuck and forget types; why am I even thinking like she would be our old lady?
“Do you really think anybody WASN’T watching you? Slow night or not, you know full well every eye is on you.”
Wade nods in agreement. He scans the horizon warily before scooping Zeva up in a tight hug. “You get home safe, okay? There’s all kinds of talk about all kinds of things and-”
Before he even finishes the sentence our immediate concerns come to fruition. A brown and grey sheriff’s car pulls right around from the back corner, coming to a stop in its dust in front of the Honeypot. A young deputy steps out of the passenger’s side and stares at us warily. The driver side door opens up and out steps Cole Holt.
