by Lana Hartley
“Lick it off—right now. This disgusting mess on my cuff, get it off.”
“I can go to the kitchen and get a towel—”
“No.” I lean towards her, holding the cuff up. “I want you to lick it off. I want to see you do it.”
Those big blue eyes look so confused, so hurt. Fuck, if she keeps looking at me like that, I’m going to shove my cock down her throat right here and now.
She stands still for a moment, looking hesitantly at my face and back at my cuff. For a moment, I think she’s going to refuse.
Then she leans over and delicately licks up the caviar hanging from my sleeve. Her little pink tongue comes out, flicking at the edges of the fabric. She pulls the edge of it into her mouth with her pouty red lips and sucks on it.
A small moan slips out of her. My cock throbs once, sharply and painfully, in reaction to the sound.
My fucking God, is she turned on or really just that hungry? Fuck me, she’s hot.
She opens her eyes, licking her lips. “Is that okay? Did I do good?”
I nod at her, paralyzed. If I move, my cock might explode. “You were a very good girl for me.”
“I suppose you want to see me after the reception,” she says, turning those pretty eyes to the floor.
“Fuck that.” The words burst out before I can even think about it. “I want to see you right now. Come with me.”
I grab her wrist and squeeze. Her eyes turn up to mine, twice as frightened now. I pull her along with me, letting her fall off her high heels so she staggers against my body. I savor every brush of her hot tits and ass, reaching out to grab her around her tiny waist and crush her against me.
5
Grace
Oh my God. I’m freaking out right now.
Richard’s dragging me through the reception. I’m trying to keep up, but I keep falling off my heels. He catches me with one arm and pulls me against his body.
He’s so hard. I can feel his muscles moving under his clothes. His skin feels hot, even through the layers of fabric.
He doesn’t look right or left on the way out. A few people eye us as we go, but look away again swiftly.
Richard strides out through the back doors and keeps walking confidently towards the rose garden around the side of the house. Every time I stumble, he pulls me tightly against him. I find myself reaching around his waist to help me keep my balance.
And give him a bit of a feel, to be honest.
My pussy is tingling, and there’s a hot point somewhere in there throbbing like crazy. I can feel myself getting wet, which is kind of warm and hot, not cold and uncomfortable like I thought it might be.
I’m powerfully, painfully turned on. Like, wow.
I’ve gotten hot before. I’m twenty-two, and I’m not a prude. I’ve felt wriggly and hot watching sex scenes, and I’ve had my share of make out sessions.
But, this is different. Something in me has awakened. I was already getting tingles when I met Dan, then again with Michael. Sweet, innocent girl thoughts.
From the moment Richard looked at me, I knew this would be different. His eyes seemed to cut right through my clothes. In his wolfish expression, I see a certainty of just what he’s going to do.
Fuck me.
We walk toward the center of the garden. Beautiful, short green grass that is perfectly cut. The roses surround the edge in an artful display—all colors and types, lovingly maintained.
“Get on your knees.” Richard gives me a slight shake as he lets me go. “You’re going to fucking blow me, like you mean it.”
I fall to my knees since I’m halfway there without his help to balance me anyway. His hands go to his belt and I expect to feel frightened. It’s like I’m standing outside watching myself, and I don’t recognize this dark-haired girl kneeling in front of this huge, impressive man.
The Grace I know would refuse, would try to fight back. Let fear get the better of her.
But I’m focused on that heat between my legs. That sharp hot point that has never been awake before. It’s glowing like a hot ember, getting brighter as the wind of my lust blows it into an inferno.
I want him to use me. I can’t explain it. But I want to be this scared, poor little nobody that’s nothing else but a toy for his big cock and his bigger ego.
The huge thing pops out and, man, let me tell you, they don’t prepare a virgin for that! Wriggling in someone’s lap, you might feel it. You might read about it; you might even watch videos or look at pictures.
Nothing can prepare you for an erect cock if you’ve never seen one before—nothing. It’s long, thick, and throbbing with veins. The head is huge and pulsing.
Whoa.
I reach out, hesitantly to touch it, wrapping my long fingers around it. It’s hard, like ridiculously hard. So hard I’m not sure if I can fit in my mouth.
“Hey!” I hear a voice call out from behind us. I turn and look.
It’s Dan. Shit. I forgot all about him.
“What are you doing here?” Richard asks crossly.
“I came here to see Grace. She owes me.” Dan walks over to us.
Richard’s eyes slide down to me and his eyes are predatory. His expression is completely self-satisfied. He smiles, showing his teeth.
“You’re a naughty little piece, aren’t you? You must enjoy being punished. Otherwise, you wouldn’t get into this sort of trouble.”
I nod, looking up at him pleadingly. He seems entranced by my expression. From the opposite end of the garden, I hear another voice ring out.
“What’s going on here then, eh?” Michael swaggers in to the scene. “Oh, Gracie. You look like you’re in lots of trouble here, babe.”
I just nod again. This is fucking unreal.
Richard looks at Michael.
“Not you, too? You just don’t know when to quit, do you, whore?”
I shake my head.
Michael and Dan stand on both sides of Richard in front of me. They start working on their pants, too.
“Seeing as how you’re already down there,” Michael says, “You might as well pay me the same way.”
“Yeah, babe,” Dan agrees. “It would be a shame for you to get up now. Just blow us.”
“No.” Richard says firmly. “Don’t just blow me. Look at me while you suck my cock. You have to look at me. Do you understand? I want those pretty, innocent eyes on me the whole time my cock is down your throat.”
I nod slowly.
“Use your hands on me.” Michael leans over, grinning. “I want to see those beautiful long fingers working the shaft while your lips try to reach the end. Play with my balls. Grab my ass. Just keep your hands on me the whole time.”
I nod at him, too, not having a clue what to say. Safer to say nothing. To do as I’m told.
Perfectly safe.
“For me, I want you to moan.” Dan looks me over appreciatively. “I want to hear that beautiful voice purring away while you suck me. Just let me hear that gorgeous voice crying out in joy for me.”
I nod again, no clue where to start.
“Do me first.” Richard demands, stepping forward and thrusting his cock at me. It bumps my lips and it’s hot, way hotter than I expected. I open my lips slowly, eyes closed. I feel Richard’s hand on my head as his cock starts to slide down my throat.
“Look at me!” He demands, “Look up at me!”
I do. I open my eyes and look up. The second I do, I feel his cock get even harder. He keeps his eyes on mine as his cock slides all the way in.
My jaw is open as far as it can go. I can’t breathe. My throat is closing and having spasms against him.
What am I supposed to do? Suck? That would be impossible. The parts of your mouth you use to suck things with are compressed by the massive shaft.
I keep looking up, feeling my throat closing and my eyes starting to water. Using his hand on the back of my head, he starts to slide out, then back in again. By pressing my tongue against his cock, I can keep my jaw open and catch
a breath between strokes.
I keep looking up, even as my eyes start to water, and my jaw starts to ache. My pussy is hot and burning and fucking dripping wet.
Richard keeps one hand on the back of my head and strokes my cheek with the other. He smiles as he slides in and out, watching my expression.
He grips the back of my head harder and changes the rhythm. Shorter, sharper strokes. He keeps looking at me while his hips and hands force the rhythm.
He shoves himself in hard, much deeper than before, and I feel his cock pumping like a hose.
He slides out and paints my face with sticky white cum, pointing his cock at my chest and neck. I can feel it, all over me.
“I’m next.” Michael grabs my head. I close my eyes as he slides his cock in. I’m hanging limp, arms by my sides.
“Use your hands!” He demands. I bring them up, quickly. I have no idea what I’m doing.
I run my fingers up his legs and let one hand cup his ass cheek. It’s firm and warm in my hand.
I press him into me, devouring with my lips and squeezing with my hand. He gasps, thrusting deep and taking his time sliding his long, thick cock in and out of my mouth.
I inch my other hand around and slide it up between his legs until I find his balls. The second my fingers find them, he gasps, pushing his cock all the way down my throat and continuing to thrust.
I tease the balls between my fingers, squeezing them gently and rolling them against my palm. I use my left hand to knead his butt cheek.
“Yes, yes, oh yeah, Gracie. Just like that. Good slut.”
Wow.
I’m good at this?
I’m good at this!
I start leaning in, rocking back and forth on my knees. Between my head and my hand, I hold him, lips and tongue devouring and sucking as my right hand teases up his balls. They’re ridiculously soft and nice to touch.
I’m almost disappointed when he starts to jerk forward sharply with his hips and punctuate his thrusts with sharp exclamations. I hold him between my mouth and hands until his cock starts throbbing and jerking. I feel the juice in my mouth—it’s sweet.
With a groan, he pulls out and points his cock high, getting cum all over my hair.
I wipe my face briefly, feeling my hands all wet and sticky. I look up and see Dan in front of me now, big cock throbbing and red. He smiles as he grabs my sticky hair.
I open my mouth again. I love their expressions just as they slide it past my lips. Like a little boy that’s getting away with something—something dirty and fun.
I press my tongue against the hard shaft and grip his legs. I start moving back and forth, slowly, really feeling him.
“Moan, Grace,” he whispers. “Tell me how much you want me.”
As the thrusts work into a rhythm I let small, needy moans slip out in between each thrust. I look up at him and see his face looking down at me, eyes wild with lust. This turns me on even more.
My pussy is practically on fire. The hot point in there that just suddenly woke up is burning white hot. I can’t imagine what it would feel like if someone touched it right now.
Dan seems to like the helpless little moans more than the deeper, hungrier ones, so I watch his face as he works himself back and forth, rocking from the hips. He looks down at me as I let loose a string of moans.
“Ah, uh-uh-uh…Oh…” I close my legs hard, pressing my thighs together, squeezing that hot little spot inside me that’s begging for action. I can feel something happening down there, from deep inside and somewhere else, throbbing, thumping.
Suddenly I’m even wetter than before and a pile of moans come easing through my lips around Dan’s cock. He jerks his hips hard, back and forth, growling.
“Yes, Grace! Fuck, yes!”
I feel his cock go completely stiff, fixed in place down my throat as he starts to come. Some go down my throat, but he pulls out to paint it over my face and hair.
I shake my head a little, clearing my eyes. From behind me, I hear Richard.
“Damn good show, little slut. Here, have some more.”
I turn just in time to see his cock squirting more wet juice at me. I turn my head and it splashes my cheek and down my neck.
Michael steps forward and pumps his cock a few times with his right hand, spilling more cum over me from the other direction.
I look up, blinking, focusing on each one in turn.
“Have I paid you back now? Is everything okay?” My voice comes out shaky and ragged.
Richard laughs. “It’s a decent start. But I’m not done with you yet. This is just the beginning.”
“I agree.” Michael’s face is shrewd as he does his belt up. “There’s still quite a bit of work to be done from my perspective.”
“I think so, too,” Dan nods, a stern expression on his face. “That wasn’t bad. But you’re nowhere near paying me back yet.”
Michael tucks a delicate, pink rose bud behind my ear. He winks and makes a little kissing motion with his lips.
Dan wipes one finger down my cheek, slipping it between my lips. Without thinking, I suck it deep into my mouth, stroking it with my tongue and licking off all the salty cum.
Richard steps forward with a business card. He opens my blouse a little, slipping the card into my bra. He has a little feel of my nipples while he’s in there.
“We’ll see you. Soon,” Richard says, grinning as he looks into my eyes.
They turn and walk away, heading back to the wedding.
And I’m left kneeling, alone in the rose garden, literally dripping with their cum.
6
Grace
Oh my God.
I watch Richard, Michael and Daniel leave, staring at the door, even after I stop hearing their footsteps.
With no one else around, my pussy continues to pulse. I can feel it begging for attention, and I’m desperate for someone to touch me. When I get home…I just hope I have enough batteries.
I keep my head down as I walk back to the kitchen—maybe, if I don’t make eye contact with anyone, they won’t notice that I’m covered in cum. This is my first walk of shame…but, why am I not ashamed?
It’s dirty—it’s filthy—I’m parading around a wedding, clearly having been used like I was a fuck toy. This is not who I am, or who I thought I was. What will everyone think?
Richard was right, I am a slut.
But, I’m a good little slut…
And, for a second—more than that—I had all three of those men in the palm of my hand. They all wanted me.
Me.
I feel a string of cum slide down my cheek, and while no one is watching, I slip my tongue out of the corner of my lips to catch it. I swallow and briefly wonder who it came from.
But a weird part of me doesn’t care.
The only saving grace is that as my shoes softly step through the corridor to the kitchen, I seem to be the only person around. There’s no music coming from the ballroom, no chattering of waiters on their break, no clamoring of chefs. There’s not even a sign of two guests having quick sex in a broom cupboard.
It really does seem as though I’m all alone.
I wonder if this means I’m locked in the building?
Am I going to have to call a janitor? Will I even be able to find his number? Should I even let him find me like this?
I could always call Richard. After all, he did leave me his business card. And he’d know what to do.
But I couldn’t—he’d think I was stupid, or useless, or desperate; or worse, all three. I must play it cool.
They might have gotten to come today, but next time around…
Is there going to be a next time?
Is it bad if I hope there is?
I slip into the kitchen, careful not to touch any doors or surfaces with the cum that lingers on my fingers. Even when I lick it off, I can still feel it on my skin, and I don’t want to take any chances. I can’t afford to be sued right now.
I grab a tissue paper, and I look at m
yself in the reflective surfaces of the cupboards. My reflection is hazy, but I can clearly see the streaks of white and where my hair has begun to clump together.
I wait for the tap to get warm and wet some towels, dragging it over my skin and lifting off makeup and cum all in one swipe. My skin gets slowly redder as I rub at it, and one towel isn’t enough. I use another and then another, swiping away makeup from where my eyes had watered slightly.
I’m almost finished with my face when I hear soft footsteps from outside the door.
I feel a jolt of fear burst through my body and look around for an escape, or somewhere to hide. My hair is a mess, I can’t be seen like this! Especially not by someone who works here—they’ll fire me on the spot, accuse me of violating all the health codes, and ruin my life.
The walk-in fridge calls my name, and I quickly jump into it. The door seals shut just as I hear someone walk into the room.
“Hello?”
It’s the cook from earlier—the cook who told me to take a bite out of the hors d'oeuvres. If only he knew how many mouthfuls I’d had…
Well, he’s about to.
I try to press myself up against the wall, but I can hear the footsteps coming closer. It’s such an obvious hiding place, and I’m pretty sure I left the tap running. It’s no surprise that he found me.
The fridge door slides open, and I lower my head, looking down at the floor. I probably shouldn’t, since all the cum is still in my hair, but I can’t bear to look him in the eye.
“Ah, it’s you again.” The cook says, smiling, “Grace, right? I heard some of the others talking about you.”
I look up at him with one eye tentatively. He’s looking at me surprisingly softly, even though I can see in his eyes that he’s noticed my big dirty secret. Not that it was much of a secret.
“I’m Lucian.”
“H-Hi…”
“Come out, you need to get yourself cleaned up, and it won’t happen in there.”
Lucian steps aside to let me out of the fridge, and I take small steps to move past him and back to the running faucet. I can’t bring myself to look at him, and instead go back to watching my smudgy reflection in the cupboards.
