She anticipated being forced to her knees in the sand, and she was right. Something was used to tie her hands behind her back. Elle patiently tilted her chin up.
She didn’t have to wait long. A short, very thick cock breached her lips without any warning. The man fucked her mouth with long in-strokes, but he pulled out fast. In slow, out fast. She didn’t know if he did it to make it easier for her to breathe or if he just preferred it that way.
Then a longer, surprisingly hard and thin cock was prodding forward. Elle’s head was yanked to the side, and she was forced to bear the frenetic fucking. Karl, she knew intuitively. He was always a bit too boisterous for Elle’s taste.
Someone grabbed at her, and Karl sprang free of her mouth with a wet smack. Then a very large, very thick cock was making its way deep in her throat. Elle moaned. She’d recognize Cunningham’s massive tool anywhere, and when his hand brushed her jaw, she thrilled to his touch.
But other cocks were waiting to be serviced, and Elle was expected to attend to all of them, one after the other. None of them were getting off, which had her more than a little concerned. She’d reconciled herself to the idea of two men in her pussy, but two in her ass as well was a deal-breaker. She redoubled her efforts on the randy men, but to no avail. They were biding their time.
“Take her to the van,” Cunningham said.
Eager hands dragged her to her feet, and someone smacked her ass. Elle yelped and stumbled forward, trying to catch her breath. Her jaw ached, and she was so wet that she was dripping down her inner thighs. Some of it was from Nolan’s earlier fucking, but she knew that a lot of it was her own excitement.
A creaky door opened, and Elle was hoisted up. Her wrists were untied and she was shoved forward. She landed on her hands and knees. The van, assuming that’s where she was, was covered in soft blankets, and Elle smiled at her lovers’ thoughtfulness.
She was going to kneel up, but someone straddled her knees with his, and before Elle could react, she had a fat dick deep in her ass.
“Put your shoulders down and arch your back,” the man growled. It was one of the strangers. Elle quickly complied, but he smacked his open hand hard against her tender rump anyway. “Tell me you like my cock in you.”
“I like your cock in me,” Elle mewled.
“Sit her up so I can play with those titties,” another voice said, and Elle was hauled up to kneeling, which made her settle even deeper on the stranger’s shaft.
A stubble-coated mouth descended onto her nipples, greedily sucking both at the same time. “Goddamn,” he mumbled as he swiped his tongue all over her hardened flesh. “God fucking damn.”
Her head was turned and her mouth was promptly filled with unyielding masculine flesh. Fingers probed into her cunt. Her legs were repositioned, opening her wider to the onslaught of famished men.
Someone grabbed her hand and forced her fingers around his erection. Her other hand was soon similarly occupied.
The mouth sucking her breasts moved away, and the man in her ass clamped his arms around her. They fell back together, grunting as the air was knocked out of them.
His hands dropped to her hips, and he raised them up and held her steady just a few inches above him. He jackhammered into her. Elle was grateful for the countless hours that Nolan had fucked her ass so roughly. Thanks to all the careful preparation, she could take this, no problem.
Her legs were spread as wide as they could go, and then mouths were all over her, biting her neck, her breasts, nibbling up her thighs and feasting on the delicate skin between them.
It was like being devoured by a pack of wolves.
Except wild animals wouldn’t have stopped to shove their dicks in her mouth, rub themselves all over her breasts. A cock pushed into her snug flesh. Smaller than her lovers. Comfortable.
And then a second cock, large, was likewise pushing in.
If it had been up to her, she would have called a time-out, just taken a moment to catch her breath and process everything that was happening.
But it wasn’t up to her, and her body could accommodate whatever these men wanted, apparently.
Two cocks in her cunt. Another in her ass. One in her mouth—though now two men were swapping thrusts, sometimes both trying to enter at once, their dicks sliding wetly over each other in their fervor as they ravenously fought for control of her.
And all the while her hands squeezed around two more pulsating penises.
Someone ripped off the blindfold, and Elle saw just how surrounded and outnumbered she was.
The men in her pussy seemed quite comfortable. One was leaned back, kneeling between her legs. Elle couldn’t see his face, but his torso was absolutely ripped. The second leaned forward, hovering over in her in a half-squat. His powerful thighs suggested he could maintain the position for hours. He ran his hand over his tightly curled hair and shook his head with a growl, then doubled the rate at which he fucked her.
Gustav was in her mouth. His long, soft foreskin had obviously already been retracted. Too bad; she’d previously enjoyed how velvety it felt on her lips. Then Nolan plunged in for a few strokes before passing her back to Gustav. Her hands were wrapped around Jonathan and Karl.
In the dim light, she made out Cunningham, the only man not participating. The silk tie dangled from his fingers. As she watched, he crossed his arms, looking satisfied with the scene before him.
The man hovering over her suddenly rammed in deep for a long moment. He growled as he came, his hands encircling her neck and squeezing. He didn’t hurt her, but Elle was still glad when he finished and released her.
Then Cunningham came forward and took his place.
Elle struggled. Cunningham’s sex was too large to fit inside her along with someone else.
But he pressed in, slowly and surely, without any hesitation. When he was fully buried, crouched over her, he stayed motionless a moment.
Then he licked his fingers and touched them to her swollen, jutting clit, rubbing in little circular motions.
“Look at me when you come. Come now, Elle.”
As if she could have stopped herself. She locked eyes with Cunningham, and her body joyfully obeyed him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her until she was drowning in bliss.
Cunningham had completely and totally staked his claim. If she would do this for him, she realized, she really would do anything. She belonged to him.
Of course it wasn’t over yet. Elle was fucked and sucked and filled up. Condoms were dispensed with so that the strangers could come all over her “plump titties.”
Then Cunningham got on his back and pulled her onto him, face to face. He didn’t care that her breasts were sticky with semen. “I’m so proud of you, Elle,” he said. “You can’t imagine what this means to me. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
He wrapped his arms protectively around her, and she melted. She sighed and closed her eyes, resting her head on Cunningham’s broad chest and enjoying the feeling of his cock rocking in and out of her.
“Can’t resist that gorgeous sight.” Nolan mounted her ass. He dug his fingers into her punished buttocks and fucked her tight little hole so hard that she begged for mercy. Laughter came from the men who were already spent, but they had wicked gleams in their eyes that suggested they’d be jerking off later, thinking about her desperation.
Jonathan availed himself of her open mouth, sometimes letting some of the other men dip their re-hardening cocks.
Elle lost track of how many times she was forced to swallow come. She was covered in sweat. The entire van smelled like dirty, carnal sex.
When Cunningham came, he thrust up hard, and Nolan slammed his hips down, pinning her between the two of them as they wrung out every last bit of pleasure she could feel and then some.
She was nothing but a boneless mass of female contentment, and Cunningham still held her, rocking her gently.
Nolan took a wet towel and cleaned off her back.
“Sit up,” Jonathan said.
Reluctantly, Elle did, already missing Cunningham’s protective touch. Jonathan wiped her breasts and stomach.
Cunningham pulled her close again, his arms locked around her. “I know you didn’t want to do this,” he said. “And I’m glad you trusted me. I can’t tell you how much that means.”
“I’m sorry about lunch.” She wanted to apologize to him when he wasn’t being all dominant on her.
“Now I know that I need to pay closer attention to your emotional needs,” Cunningham said. “It’s a learning curve for me, too.”
Elle’s three lovers brought her back to the office, where they all showered and changed in preparation for dinner.
Elle slipped her arm through Cunningham’s as they waited for the limo to pull up. “Cunningham, I don’t want to do that bridal shop.”
Cunningham took the abrupt change of subject in stride. “Would you be saying this if we weren’t … if you weren’t my girlfriend, our girlfriend?”
It was a good question. “Yeah, I think I would. I’m not the best designer for that campaign.”
Nolan raised an eyebrow, and Cunningham frowned. “Part of my job is to make sure that you grow. Your work is superb, but you aren’t challenging yourself.”
Elle exhaled impatiently. “What you mean is that I’m not fancy enough to be your girlfriend.”
“Is this about the deli again? I think their sandwiches are delicious.” He looked genuinely perplexed.
“No. It’s about me not being the perfect girl for you. I like me the way I am.”
“I like you the way you are, too.” He was so baffled that Elle felt a twinge of guilt for putting him through this. But he needed to understand.
Or maybe it was wiser to take it easy for a bit after such an intense day. “Never mind.”
The limo arrived. “I want you to meet my parents when they return from their cruise,” Cunningham said. He opened the door for her.
“Ok.” That was an easy enough request. Unless … “Oh, but I’m really not ready for you to meet Mama.”
“That’s fine.” The for now was implied.
Elle stopped herself from launching into a diatribe about how close-minded her family was. She had never introduced any of her exes, and she wasn’t going to start with three boyfriends. But she would worry about all that later.
She smiled and cheerfully accepted one of the champagne flutes that Jonathan held out.
“To happiness,” Jonathan said, clinking his glass against hers.
Elle could certainly drink to that.
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