by Desiree Holt
“New?” he whispered, and his woman leaned into McKenzie’s other side and stroked her palm up McKenzie’s torso to cup her breast. The woman’s thumb flicked over the peak while McKenzie mutely nodded her response to the man’s question. His thumb traced the crease of McKenzie’s ass.
The woman’s warm, minty breath puffed against McKenzie’s ear, “Try the bar, darling.
Get a drink and look available, not terrified.” She gave the nipple a pinch then grazed McKenzie’s temple while her partner’s hand inched towards McKenzie’s sodden pussy.
“You’re so hot. Every man here will want you,” the woman concluded and McKenzie’s legs trembled.
Holy hell, what had she gotten into? The couple stepped around her to either side then threaded their fingers together and moved towards the dance floor.
On slightly wobbling legs, she headed towards the bar. Luckily, a spot was open and she slipped into in. The couples on either side of her were engrossed in one another and didn’t notice her presence. That was okay with her since she was trying to get her bearings.
The bartender noticed her and came right over. His dark hair fell over his brows as he gave her a devilish look while he swiped a cloth over the polished wood bar before her.
“Welcome to Sin,” he said with a grin. “First timer?”
She nodded.
“Let me get you a drink. What’ll you have? A Slow Comfortable Screw? Piece of Ass?
Screaming Orgasm? Virgin Mary?” He paused and his lips turned up further on one side.
“An…I’d love to fuck you?”
“That’s not a drink,” she laughed.
He waggled his brows. “Picky about your drinks?”
She shook her head.
“I know just the thing. Be right back.” She watched his wide shoulders and delectable ass as he sauntered away to the centre island of the bar that housed the booze. To her surprise, he poured her a glass of beer from the tap then returned to her. He set the drink on a cardboard coaster with a picture of a woman giving a man a blowjob then slid it towards her. “The Leg Spreader,” he told her. “Guaranteed panty remover.” He leaned closer and tipped his head to her outfit. “You’re here for that, right?”
Good lord, she was that obvious. Okay, probably everyone here was.
“Yes,” she replied with more bravado than she truly felt. The butterflies still pummelled her belly, but she was worried she was about to leave a moisture mark on her stool she was so wet.
He leaned close. “If that’s what you want… See those red double doors over there? Go through them after your drink, and you’ll find what you’re looking for.”
“Is it safe?” she blurted.
“As safe as you want it to be,” he replied. “We haven’t lost anyone yet. In fact, they all come back for more.”
McKenzie took a gulp of the beer as he walked away, and the alcohol immediately slipped through her. Within minutes, her body was warmer and her pussy seemed to throb with a new fullness, her folds swollen. She shifted on the leather stool, needing relief from the wanton need filling her. She almost moaned from it as the inside of her thighs warmed.
Suddenly, she felt as if she’d been engaged in foreplay with her lover for hours yet had been denied release and filling by his cock. Her breaths were harsh as they pushed from her, and she almost reached down and removed the white silk covering her sex right then and there, fuck the back room. But she wanted to be fucked in the back room.
She drank half her beer until her head felt a little swimmy. Not wanting to be drunk, wanting to experience and remember everything, she pushed the glass from her and beckoned the bartender.
“How much?” she asked.
“First one’s free, hon.”
“Thanks.” She handed him a twenty. “Really. Thanks.”
He grinned and jerked his head towards the real doors to sin. The inner sanctum.
The metal from the doorknob seemed to vibrate beneath her palm, but she figured that was from her buzz and the thump-thump of the music blasting through the bar. Bodies undulated on the dance floor, and she suspected she could probably find sex there. No, she wanted what was behind door number one.
Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob and stepped inside.
The silence was almost deafening in comparison to the main portion of the bar. But there wasn’t actually silence. Moans punctuated the air, and if McKenzie hadn’t been wet before, she was now. The sound of sex turned her on like no other thing. Even her own cries as her lover touched her could drive her over the edge.
The lights in here were blue and green too, but unlike in the bar, they weren’t beams but rather slow strobes giving glimpses of bodies engaged in sex, like flashes of pictures.
There one moment, gone the next.
Unsure what to do, McKenzie walked further into the room which actually seemed to be a long, wide corridor with shallow alcoves every few feet. Perhaps she’d find one and lean against the wall there, listening to the lovers and feeling the sexual buzz through her body.
She’d sink her fingers into her panties. Her folds would be so slick with cream, and that turned her on too, knotting tension in her belly as she approached an orgasm without a single touch.
A voice came to her as she felt a hard body circling her back, pressing to her. The man’s powerful frame dwarfed her, and she fought back a deep ripple of need, not wanting him to think she was scared.
“Look,” he murmured. “A naughty school girl lost in wonderland.”
Her tongue darted out as fingers trailed over her arms.
“I think she’s looking for some bad boys,” another voice said. Breath brushed her ear.
“Boys who can show her what she’s missing in her good-girl life.”
How true was that! But there were two of them. That was more than she’d bargained for.
They led her to one of the alcoves while she gasped with her arousal. Without waiting for her consent, one of them flicked open the buttons on her white blouse. The other released the closure of her skirt, and the garment dropped from her body. Despite the warmth of the room, she trembled at being only in her panties and bra. She backed deeper into the space and bumped into the rear wall. The surface was covered with a short, dense carpeting of sorts and stimulated her overwrought nerve endings.
The men approached her. In tandem, they each pulled down a cup of her bra. McKenzie moaned as both men chose a nipple and sucked it deep into their mouths. Each ran a palm over her belly, their fingertips sinking beneath her waistband to encounter her freshly waxed pussy. She hummed at the sensation of their callused skin running over the sensitive flesh then gasped as they both pushed fingers into her labia to run along her soaked slit.
Instantly, her body spasmed, and she cried out as her muscles convulsed in orgasm.
Her eyes closed, her hands fisted and she pushed her head back against the rough surface of the wall. Even as her cunt’s walls squeezed, each man pushed a long finger inside her, fucking her deep as her hips jerked into the manual fucking.
She almost screamed as they each added another finger, stuffing her full with four.
Perfect. So perfect.
“You’re such a bad girl. You know what happens to bad girls here?”
“No,” she whispered, but they heard her because two dark chuckles rumbled into her ears.
“They get fucked.”
“Hard.”
“Often.”
“Oh, please,” she whimpered, completely lost in sensation. Any reservation she might have had was gone. She thrust her pussy into their continued pummelling, reaching for another release with her greedy cunt. She had no idea of their names or even what they looked like beyond vague shapes, but she didn’t care.
“You’re ours tonight,” one of the two growled.
“Yes,” she replied.
“No one fucks you but us,” the other enjoined.
“Yes. Yes…” she muttered mindlessly as her head swung back and for
th against the wall. Their wrists rubbed her pussy as they kept at their pistoning while they whispered their thoughts into her ears, their firm lips brushing her as they spoke.
“But maybe you’d like more. Other mouths. Other hands. People watching. Maybe you’d like to be the backroom slave tonight—the slave to pleasure and princess for the evening.”
“Oh…” she whimpered, the sound a thready plea even to her own ears.
“I think that’s a yes,” one of the two said. “Yes?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“You like the idea of being watched,” one of them said. “Oh, I feel you do. Your pussy is gripping our fingers so tight. It speaks for you…so creamy, so hot to be filled.”
They pulled their hands free and she groaned in protest, wanting more. One of the men stepped away and a moment later, soft, low lights flashed on. It was actually more of a long room with alcoves, she saw. Directly before her, a woman was bent slightly, her hands braced against the wall as her lover thrust into her.
McKenzie made a small sound in her throat. The man with her pressed to her back. He released her bra, dropping it to the floor.
“You like that? The sight of them fucking?” he asked, and she felt her honey flow down her folds, even making her thighs slippery. His hands skated down her arms, and he turned her to copy the position of the woman she’d seen. McKenzie’s eyes closed, and she heard his zipper lowering then the sound of foil ripping. Her panties were ripped away, the sound of the nylon ripping sending a bolt of illicit pleasure jolting through her.
Immediately, his wide cock pressed to her pussy. His hands locked on her hips then he surged forward, his grip alone keeping her from flattening to the carpeted wall.
His shaft stretched her, even more than the fingers had.
“Yes,” she cried as her tissues were forced open. “Yes. More…”
This was so much more than she’d expected. So much more than a quick, back alley fuck.
His hips undulated, setting up a rhythm as he pumped into her. That long, wide shaft rubbed her most sensitive spots, driving helpless, breathless cries from her as her fingers curled against the wall. His hands left her hips and slid up her sides to cup her breasts. He tweaked the tips before grasping and pulling. She squeaked as a frisson of erotic pain exploded through her, shooting to her core and tugging her centre.
“Yes, again,” she pleaded.
He pinched with each inward surge. Swells of pleasure swept forward and back inside her, promising relief and release, but never quite reaching the pinnacle. She screamed when suddenly a set of fingers pulled open her labia. Tongue and lips claimed her clit while the first man continued to fuck her.
Nearer and nearer, her release drew. She wanted to be touched everywhere. Filled until she could barely walk. She needed to remember this for days.
Suddenly, the lover at her clit clamped his teeth on that sensitive flesh, and she howled—actually howled—as unparalleled release screeched through her. Behind her, the man groaned and stiffened, his body jerking as his cum filled the condom. Moments later, he pulled free, and McKenzie nearly collapsed into a heap.
Chapter Two
She found herself swept into the front man’s arms and carried to the back of the room.
A narrow bed sat on a dais, and he placed her on it. She blinked at the light falling on her. It wasn’t soft lighting filling the room. It was a glow emanating from the spotlight on this bed.
Here in the centre of it, she could barely see the others in the room. A multitude could be watching her, and she wouldn’t know.
Her nipples beaded, knowing people saw her this way. Were they getting off? Would they?
“Your throne, my lady. Anyone who enters will see you. All the alcoves are angled this way.”
She looked up at the men who’d chosen her for the night. One was the drop-dead gorgeous bartender who’d served her earlier. His olive-toned skin, which spoke of his Mediterranean heritage, gave him a dark, dangerous look in this light that both illuminated and created sharp shadows. His chocolate-coloured eyes devoured her and, slightly disoriented, she wondered if he’d fucked her or eaten at her pussy. With a smile, he moved into her.
“I told you I wanted to fuck you,” he growled just before his mouth closed over hers, his lips driving hers apart. His tongue didn’t wait for permission before diving in and claiming the cavern within. And she knew. Her taste filled her as they kissed, arousing her even more. Vaguely, she wondered how turned on a person could get before they went mad with it.
Suddenly, he broke away and the other man was there, his lightly tanned hand sliding across McKenzie’s belly, between her breasts and up to cup her cheek.
He looked similar to the bartender, his dark hair longer to brush his shoulder blades.
Both men had dark brown eyes and black-brown hair.
The man who’d fucked her stole his kiss, a quick consuming of her soul, before both her lovers knelt before her ‘throne’. Their wide chests were perfect specimens of manhood. And their erect cocks, even more perfection.
The bartender pushed her legs apart then traced her seam with a thick finger. “The leg spreader, didn’t I tell you?” he said. “And your panties. Poof!” He grinned that same devilish grin from earlier. “Now, my lady, rest back on your elbows and let your subjects admire you.”
He pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and planted her legs far apart. She jolted as cuffs snapped around her ankles. Her other lover moved up beside her. He lifted straps from the mattress and fastened them around her arms at the wrist and just beneath her elbows.
The placement would keep her semi-upright, while a wedged cushion he shoved beneath her would ensure it.
“Logan,” he said then jerked his head towards his partner. “Gareth.”
Logan and Gareth. Logan had licked her; Gareth had fucked her. Nice to know. But she could hardly think. Her head dropped back, jutting her breasts heavenward.
“Oh yeah, she likes this,” Gareth said. “Look at the way her honey drips.”
McKenzie groaned, overwhelmed by what she’d gotten herself into. Lord, she’d definitely made a right turn somewhere.
Logan stood at the edge of the dais, apparently comfortable being naked before them.
“Everyone,” he called. “Our princess wants to be very naughty. She commands every brave knight in her kingdom come lick her fine, creamy offering.”
Her head jerked up. Commands? Every? Oh… Her whole being shuddered in anticipation of the scene so like what she’d fantasised. Logan and Gareth lounged on either side of her. Each of them held a thigh open while they lazily laved her nipples.
She couldn’t hold back her long, low moan of pleasure as she felt the first man kneel between her legs. His shoulders brushed the insides of her thighs as he bent forward, and she imagined him on all fours before her.
He wouldn’t need his hands. She was so aroused that, with her legs spread wide, her labia had pulled back to reveal all of her. Even in the elevated heat of the bar, her body was warmer, and she felt the cooler air waft over her heated, exposed flesh.
Her ‘subject’s’ tongue lashed over her, lapping at her cream. He stabbed the tip into her passage. She jerked and, despite the bindings, tried to push into the wet heat of his mouth.
Through half-lidded eyes, she saw Gareth gently place his foot on the top of the guy’s head and push him away. She moaned at the cool air on her fiery flesh. Another man replaced the first. He circled her clit with his tongue then tasted the cream flowing freely from her. Long strokes over her cunt had her twisting with unbearable pleasure.
Just when she was about to topple over the edge into release, Logan repeated Gareth’s earlier move. And another ‘knight’ stepped up. He dropped to his knees, his hands going to the underside of her thighs. He grasped her tightly as his tongue stabbed into her quivering passage.
McKenzie screamed as the orgasm that had been denied her ripped over her body. Her head dropped back as her
body arched, her shoulders jamming into the wedge beneath her.
Her cries echoed through the room as more and more mouths took her. Each pushed her to a higher level of release.
She lost track of the number who’d tasted her and merely revelled in the sensual freedom of being possessed by them while her lovers oversaw it all. For some reason, she felt completely comfortable with them and trusted them, though that might be an insanely stupid thing to do. But as their hands lovingly ran over her body and their mouths continued the fervent attention on her breasts, she did trust them.
Gareth gathered one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed slightly as he pushed the tip up to his mouth, then sucked hard. She moaned at the pressure and the spear of pleasure that surged to her pussy, clamping on her clit. His tongue pressed the pliant nipple. She wondered if she’d have a bruise showing through the tanned areola tomorrow morning, an erotic reminder of tonight—as if the tender sensitivity wouldn’t be enough to keep her smiling all day.
Logan released the bindings that held her. He climbed onto the bed beside her.
Completely mesmerised, she watched him roll a condom down his thick shaft. Her eyes met his and he pulled her over to kiss him while Gareth moved with her, unwilling to release her breast yet. Reaching over, he tweaked and pulled at the opposite mound.
Suddenly, he was gone while Logan fully claimed her mouth. Releasing her lips, he moved her to straddle him, upright and facing away from him. She drew in a startled breath when she realised, she’d be fucking him while facing the room and who knew how many people.
She lifted high, hovering above Logan’s cock. The tip bobbed and pushed against her clit. Closing her eyes to absorb every sensation, she slowly sank down his cock. A low groan echoed from her as she took him to his base, his shaft reaching to the back of her vagina.
Her hands rested on his hard torso as she moved over his pumping hips, the two of them like a well-tuned machine. She’d never experienced anything like this—the innate convergence of energy. She felt it with not one but both of the men who’d claimed her for the night.
