“You have another one in you?” Nick asks, easily taking all of my body weight in his rippling arms. I slide myself over him, taking him inside of me completely. He groans deep in the back of his throat, letting his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my back. Free from having to hold me up, Daniel thrusts into me in a more deliberate and controlled rhythm. Words fall out of my brain and Nick laughs, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
My eyes slide shut, too hazy from lust and prolonged pleasure to see much anyway. I roll my head back to give both men access to my neck. Nick and Daniel oblige me, each taking some of my skin between their teeth. Nick even bites down, hard enough to leave a mark. The pain gives me enough distraction that when Daniel starts thrusting in deep and hard, I’m pulled right along with him. My punished muscles start rippling with the familiar sensations of orgasm, with a new driving need and the painful cramping of my calves as my whole body goes rigid. When I come, it’s so intense that I want to scream, and Daniel just keeps pumping away. I lean my head forward to smother my cries into Nick’s impressive chest. Daniel comes with a growl, shooting hot come deep into my asshole.
I writhe against Nick’s body, dragging my breasts against him, soaking up every sensation until my climax fades. I don’t quite go limp, but I very much want to. Daniel pulls out of me, and I feel like there’s so much more room inside of me. My come pours out around Nick’s cock, and that must be the final straw. He lifts me off of him and shoots his load directly onto the padded floor.
Euphoric, dazed, completely satisfied, I take Nick’s face in my hands and give him a long kiss. He lowers me to the floor without breaking the kiss, waiting for me to regain my balance before pulling back. I risk a final look in the mirror. I’m flushed, my skin patchy and sweaty, and my ponytail has fallen loose from where I’d tied it up not so long ago.
“Glad it was a cardio day,” I say when I can finally speak again. I feel like I just ran five miles, and my breathing still hasn’t gotten back down to where I can control it.
“And don’t let us catch you breaking our facility’s rules again,” Greg mock-scolds me, adding a wink. I smile sheepishly. He tosses me my clothes and I dress as quickly as I can.
“We’ll clean up here. You go get a shower,” Nick says as I look around the room awkwardly. Glad for the dismissal, I head for the door. Daniel gives me a light smack on the butt as I pass him, and I let out a surprised chuckle.
As I walk down the hall towards the locker room, I wonder if I should have given them my phone number or something. It isn’t too late to turn around, offer to do it again sometime, invite them to the bar for drinks sometime, anything at all. I don’t know why I keep walking, but I beat myself up with each step.
As I get to the locker room, my phone starts ringing. The caller ID reads “Dan.”
“Hello?” I say, nervous all over again.
“I put all of our numbers in your phone, and I made sure that we got yours. Is that okay?”
The thought that they might be as nervous and awkward about all of this brings a smile to my cheeks and I can’t help but laugh.
“That’s fine,” I say, undressing again and getting out my shower kit. “More than fine. We should do something like this again.” While I still have the nerve, I add, “And soon.”
His warm chuckle in my ear is the best encouragement I could have gotten.
STORY SIX
Chapter 1
Waiting inside the cold, sterile interrogation room, I can’t help but be excited. I wasn’t sure when this was going to happen, that was part of the fun. I told my husband, Conner Mitchell, what I wanted and he arranged it. That’s the way things have always been between us. We were open, honest. It was surprising for an older man like Conner to be so accepting and adventurous. I imagine it’s partly because of our age difference. I’m only a couple days away from twenty-six and Conner is almost forty-two. He isn’t the kind of man to share his doubts, but I know he must have them and that’s why he dotes on me so much.
He asked me what I wanted for my birthday this year. He said it could be anything. I smiled and told him my deepest fantasy. I wanted to be gang banged and I wanted him to watch. Any other man might have said no, but it wasn’t the first time Conner and I included other people in our bedroom activities. He kissed me and promised to look into it. That was the last we spoke of my birthday wish.
Until tonight happened.
I was walking home when the police car pulled up alongside me. The cops jumped out, threw me against the hood and patted me down. They handcuffed me and threw me in the back of the cruiser. If Conner wasn’t a police captain I might actually have been afraid, but I was nearly certain this was all part of his plan. After all, it was two days to my birthday.
When we arrived at the station, the three officers took me straight to an interrogation room and cuffed me to the heavy metal table. I’m still sitting in here an hour later and finally the door opens, admitting three police officers. I glance over my shoulder, wondering if Conner is watching through the one way glass.
I turn my gaze back to the three men, my eyes flicking over their name tags. C. Perez is the shortest of the three, with dark, swarthy features and smoldering brown eyes. M. Hudson is tall and built like a truck, broad and powerful, his deep, chocolate skin peeks out from beneath his navy uniform, muscles straining the fabric. The third is R. Thomas. He looks pale compared to his companions, his creamy skin dotted with freckles, ginger hair trimmed short. A great selection of fine young men, I can’t wait to get my hands on them.
“Angela Mitchell,” Perez starts, slapping a thick, manila folder down on the table in front of me. He shakes his head in disgust as he peers down at me. “We have you on a list of charges as long as my leg. Some of these are truly disturbing. Public indecency, lewd behavior, sexual harassment, prostitution, drunken disorderly… Do I really need to continue?”
I play along, trying to act affronted. “Where the hell is your proof? Do you know who my husband is?!”
“Yeah, we know who your husband is,” Hudson chimes in, standing opposite me, his arms across his chest. I can almost hear his shirt stretching against the tension. “He’s watching you right now and let me tell you, he’s absolutely disgusted. He had no idea his wife was such a trashy whore.”
I can’t help but smile, shifting in my seat as I feel my pussy ache with arousal.
“Do you think this is funny?” Thomas snaps, leaning toward me to glare fiercely. “These are serious charges. Nobody’s gonna help you out of this. Not even Captain Mitchell.”
I don’t stop grinning, I let it turn mischievous, adjusting so that my face is inches away from his freckled nose. “Come on now boys, maybe we can work something out… You people make deals all the time, don’t you? Why not make a special, off the record deal with me?”
Hudson slams a mighty fist down on the table, I can feel the impact tremor up my arms, jiggling my tits. I chose the best day not to wear a bra. “Do you want us to add police bribery to the list?!” he bellows.
“Come on now guys,” Perez pats Hudson on the shoulder, his eyes locked on my breasts. My nipples are poking through my blouse. “Why don’t we hear her out?”
I turn on the charm, letting my eyes wander hungrily over each one of them in turn. “I fuck you all,” I finally propose, my voice a low, husky purr, “and then you let me go with a warning.”
Thomas raises his eyebrows. “You want us to fuck you, with your husband watching?”
I squirm in my chair, biting my lip and nodding. “Oh yeah, I want him to see all three of you ramming your cocks into me… I’m totally helpless to stop you, after all, I’m handcuffed to the table…” I flex my wrists, making the metal cuffs clank against the cold, hard surface. “What do you say? Who wants to go first?”
For the longest time none of them move. They leave me sitting here, my pussy wet with desire just thinking about what’s about to happen. I can’t help shifting again, glancing between all of them as the tensi
on continues to rise. Oh I want this so bad, why are they taking so long?! Did I make a mistake, had I asked for too much from Conner? A sudden jolt of fear cut through my chest. What if I had asked for too much? What if Conner was retaliating by pinning a bunch of charges on me? But he would never do that, he loved me! Didn’t he?
My doubts are swept away a second later. Perez moves to me, grabbing the shoulder of my blouse and pulling me to my feet. He slides the chair out of the way and moves up behind me. His hands roam my body, groping my large, round tits while his hard on grinds against my ass. “We’re gonna fuck your slutty brains out,” he groans into my ear, making me shiver as his breath tickles my sensitive skin.
Chapter 2
Hudson and Thomas take a few more minutes to join in the fun. Thomas uncuffs me from the table, but my hands are still bound together. Hudson starts unbuttoning my shirt, freeing my tits from the silky fabric. Perez backs off long enough for the garment to be pulled away and then his hands are on me again. He shares one tit with Hudson, the two of them pinching and squeezing my pebbled nipples.
Tilting my head to the side, Thomas goes for my neck. I feel his tongue flick over my soft skin, then his teeth as he bites and sucks. Is he giving me a hickey?! I shiver at the thought. I’ve not had a hickey since I was in high school!
I lean back into Perez, sighing as they continue to tease and arouse my body. A hand slides beneath my short skirt, rubbing my inner thigh, tracing a light pattern all the way up to my drenched panties. A finger caresses me through the thin, soaked lace, drawing a moan from me. I spread my legs to grant better access and I’m rewarded as the finger moves the fabric aside and dips into my warm, inviting wetness.
This continues for several minutes. Thomas suckling my reddened neck, while Hudson and Perez play with my tits and pussy. Between the three of them they manage to strip the rest of my clothes off, leaving me standing naked between them. I shiver in the chilly room, goosebumps prickling my skin, my nipples almost painfully stiff. They take a moment to admire me, running a hand over my bare skin or pinching at a nipple, before they cuff me back to the table.
Now it’s my turn to watch as they start to undress themselves. My eyes drift between the three, not sure which glorious, ripped body to settle on. I’m drawn most to Hudson, his thick, perfectly chiseled torso begging to be licked and nibbled. He catches me eying his rock hard abs and flexes for me, causing my pussy to tremble with lust. I realize a second later, as he frees the monster in his pants, that his pecks and biceps aren’t the only part of his physique that are magnificently cut. I stare at his hung cock, quivering with hungry anticipation.
“You like this meat?” He taunts me, stroking his fist along the wide shaft.
“Oh yes,” I answer, licking my lips.
“You wanna taste it?”
I nod, “Yes, yes absolutely!”
They lift me up on to the cold table top, laying me on my side. Hudson steps up to my face, offering me his large dick. I open my mouth eagerly, flicking my tongue over the engorged head as it slides past my moist lips. He holds it steady for me as I bob my head, sucking and slurping without shame on his delicious, chocolate cock.
Thomas steps up to where my legs are dangling awkwardly off the edge. He lifts one of my legs, propping it against his shoulder. Running his fingers softly over my inner thigh, he strokes and rubs around my naked flesh, purposefully avoiding the hot mess that is my pussy. Wiggling, I let out a moan of frustration, craving that feather light touch on my aching sex.
“You want me to finger your cunt,” Thomas teases, barely brushing a finger along my wet slit.
I tremble and whimper in response, my mouth still full, preventing me from voicing my desire.
He briefly dips a finger between my labia, flicking my clit before extracting it. “I want to hear you say it. Beg me, beg me to finger your pussy.”
Releasing Hudson’s delicious cock I let out a quiet, pleading moan. “Please, Thomas, please touch my pussy!” I don’t stop begging until he finally complies, poking two fingers into my hole and using his thumb to playfully massage my erect nub. I sigh, taking Hudson back into my mouth and grinding my pussy into Thomas’ hand.
Feeling left out, Perez joins in again. He moves to stand in front of me, taking hold of my big tits and pressing his meaty dick between them. “You’ve got great knockers for titty fucking,” he grins, squeezing my breasts around his shaft and gliding it in and out while pinching my nipples.
I sigh and moan, turned on even more by the knowledge that Conner is watching all of this. I hope he enjoys seeing me be played with, my body violated by these men who are all but strangers to me. I imagine him touching himself, turned on by the sight of his young, hot wife giving a blow job and getting titty fucked and fingered at the same time…
Abruptly, Thomas pulls his hand away and I squirm to express my disapproval. “Don’t worry,” he assures me, “we’re just getting started, hot cakes.” A warm puff of breath punctuates his words and then I feel his tongue wiggle along my vulva, from my gushing entrance, all the way up to my swollen clit. I let out a throaty moan, shivering at every slow, teasing stroke. He sucks my little nub, his fingers returning to probe my wet tunnel.
Sliding out of my mouth, Hudson moves out of sight, somewhere behind me. I don’t get a chance to ask where he went because my mouth is only empty a moment or two. Perez takes the opportunity and leaves my already sore tits alone. His cock finds my face and I happily part my lips, letting him push all the way into my throat.
A second later I realize where Hudson went, I feel his hands on my ass cheeks, gripping and rubbing. He says something I can’t hear to Thomas, causing him to stop. He completely removes his fingers and tongue, leaving me frustrated, as I was just reaching the precipice of an orgasm. That irritation is swiftly forgotten when Hudson presses his broad head against my pussy, shoving himself inch by inch into my tight hole. I groan, bucking my hips as I’m forced to take every massive bit of him. He stretches me to the max, throbbing and twitching inside my slick cunt.
He pumps in and out only a few times though, before taking his glorious meat away and leaving me empty, wanting. Then I feel him press on my asshole and I jump. It was just a reflex, more out of surprise than anything. Just to be sure, he holds me in place, not letting me squirm away as he slowly impales me on his black cock. I grunt and groan, certain that he’s going to split me in two. The throb of pain causes my eyes to water, but knowing I have his giant shaft stuffed in my rectum makes the ache worth it.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it. Take it, baby, take all my cock up your ass,” he growls to me as he starts to pump carefully, letting me get accustomed to him.
Thomas helps, he returns to feasting on my pussy, taking my mind off the pain that is slowly subsiding. I focus on the tongue swirling around my clit and on the dick still in my mouth. After a few minutes my ass has gotten used to the monster cock and I’m enjoying the steady thrusts. I can feel my first orgasm coalescing, writhing in the pit of my stomach. I squeeze my eyes shut. I hear Perez telling me to cum for them, as if I need the prompting! My body tenses, the heat washing through me as pleasure crashes over me. It’s a warm, pleasurable release, but it only takes the edge off. I want more, need more, for my pussy to actually be satiated.
As if sensing my need, Thomas rams his dick into my still quivering gash. He sighs as he slides balls deep in a single thrust, “oh, yeah, you feel even better than the Captain described. So warm and tight…”
I can’t reply. Not while I’m deep throating Perez’s cock. I’m thinking about Conner again, wondering what he’s feeling as he watches these men stuff each of my holes, filling me completely with their young, hard dicks. His beautiful wife being rammed and used, treated like a piece of meat. My ass straining to take the black monster grinding my rectum, my pussy being pounded and my sweet, pretty mouth loudly slurping Perez like he’s a fucking lollipop. I imagine Conner blowing his load all over the one way glass and I lament not b
eing able to lick it clean for him.
I always enjoy a chance to taste my husband’s cum, but right now I feel so good and full. It’s better than I imagined, better than any sexual experience I’ve ever had. This is without a doubt the best birthday present I’ve ever received! Already I’m on the verge of cumming again as all three of my holes are assaulted. I want to scream and beg them all to fuck me harder, but there’s no way I’m going to spit out my tasty treat. So I lay here, soaking it all up, my body humming like an electrical charge as it’s constantly assailed with tingling waves of pleasure.
“Look at you,” Hudson grunts, his pace faster now that I’ve adapted to his size. “You like having all your naughty holes stretched by cocks, don’t you, baby? I bet your husband likes watching us pound your sweet body, too.” He slaps my ass cheek hard and I whimper around Perez’s meat. “Why don’t you show us how much you enjoy getting gang banged by cumming for us again, baby.”
Emphasizing his words, Thomas beings to rub at my clit, flicking and pulling at it while Perez does the same to my nipples. Hudson keeps smacking and squeezing my ass, urging me in his deep, husky voice to cum. The extra stimulation does exactly what they intended. It lifts me up, raising me to the height of ecstasy, surpassing the expanse of my first orgasm. My second comes in a rush, rocking me to the core. I quiver as it hits me, my cunt constricting on the shaft thrusting in and out as it convulses. Even my ass muscles tighten, causing Hudson to let out a sharp gasp. In my head I’m screaming, Yes! Yes, fuck me, fuck me so hard!
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