She Does It His Way

by Jasmine Chaletra

  Finally I’m being stretched again and I cry out in pleasure! “Yes, fuck me! Fuck my tight ass!”

  Ryan complies, grinding his throbbing cock roughly into my asshole. In front of me, Brad grips my hair, tugging my head back so I’m forced to sit up onto my elbows to accommodate the position. My back is arched awkwardly, my ass drilling into the mattress, while the two smoking hot athletes take turns stuffing their dicks into my mouth.

  Grunting and moaning, I focus on giving Brad and Johnny the best blow job they’ve ever had. I hold a cock in each hand, alternating from one to the other. Dragging my tongue along the underside of Brad’s throbbing meat and then sucking the precum from Johnny’s. All the while my fists pump along their thick, meaty shafts.

  I can feel Ryan’s balls slapping and rubbing against my pussy lips as he continues thrusting into my rectum. I suspect he’s getting close when I hear him growling and panting. At the last second he yanks his cock out and sprays a flurry of creamy jizz across my ass and lower back. I can feel the hot globs land on my still tender cheeks, the wetness soothing the reddened skin. When he’s finished he uses the hem of my dress, still pushed up over my hips, to wipe his dick clean. Then he collapses on the bed next to me, breathing hard.

  Chapter 3

  Johnny takes the opportunity to move behind me, leaving Brad alone to get the full benefit of my eager mouth. I feel him draw my hips up and I adjust so that my knees are beneath me, my ass fully in the air and my pussy exposed to the star player of NSC’s football team. He spreads my ass cheeks and gives a low whistle as he examines what Ryan did to my anus. “Your little asshole got fucked good, didn’t it slut?”

  Brad slides out of my throat so that I can answer. “Yes, Johnny.”

  “You like being fucked hard, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Johnny,” I moan, wiggling my hips.

  He slips a finger between my labia and chuckles. I lean back into his hand, frustrated that the touch is so fleeting. “Your pussy’s still soaking wet, little whore,” he flicks a finger over my clit. “If pounding your ass gets you so horned up, I can’t imagine what fucking your slutty cunt will do…” He muses.

  “Fuck me,” I whimper, “and find out.”

  “How ‘bout we do one better,” Brad chimes in.

  I watch him move around to my side. He must motion to Johnny, for he releases me, allowing Brad to get underneath me. He lowers my hips down on his thick cock and I moan, shivering with appreciation, sliding all the way down to the base. “Let’s give this pussy what it really wants,” he growls, reaching around my waist to grab and spread my ass.

  Johnny closes in behind me again. I hear the bottle of lube open and close, the wet squelch as he smears it over his cock. I twist my head back, trying to get a look at what he’s doing, but I can only see him kneeling on the bed. Is he going for my ass, too? My poor rectum has already been stretched and pummeled by Ryan, but I’m eager to have more cock inside me. I won’t complain.

  Much to my surprise, I feel a second cock pushing at my pussy. “Oh God,” I gasp as the head of Johnny’s dick starts to join Brad’s in my cunt. “Oh fuck! Oh, oh my pussy!” I have never been strained so far in my entire life. My sex feels as though it’s about to burst as the two rods set a fast rhythm, pumping like pistons into my overly filled pussy. Brad sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he nibbles and licks at it. He rolls and twists the other in between his thumb and finger, not being the least bit gentle.

  I’m practically screaming as they pound me. My mind is wiped clean of everything that isn’t this moment. All I know are the sharp lances of pleasure radiating through my double penetrated pussy. I also know that I need to cum again. “Please,” I cry, my fingers gripping the comforter so tightly that my knuckles are white, “please let me cum!”

  Brad groans, releasing the tit he was devouring. “Like having your slutty cunt filled with two cocks, don’t you, little whore?” The hand still on my ass cheek squeezes it, causing the red hot flesh to scream and me to let out a strangled moan.

  “Yes,” it was the absolute truth, “yes, oh please fuck me! Please let me cum!”

  “Ask nicely, whore,” Brad grunts, thrusting hard up into me.

  I comply, whimpering and pleading as my stretched out hole begins to ache with sheer need. “I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, please let me cum on your cocks!”

  Johnny reaches between us, his finger swirling over and around my stiff clit. I shudder, curling my toes as I fight to hold back. I don’t stop begging. I’m whining now, shameless, thinking only of how badly I need the release. “What do you think, guys? Should we let the bitch cum?”

  They took too long to discuss it. I knew they were teasing me, making me wait to see if I would disobey them again. There was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t want to be spanked again! Biting my lip until I could taste blood, I held my orgasm back.

  Finally Ryan shifts close to me, running his fingers through my tangled hair. “Scream, ‘Go NSC’ for us,” he whispers, tugging my head back so that he can lean in and bite at my unprotected neck.

  “Go NSC!” I don’t hesitate in the slightest. I want to cum so bad I’m willing to say anything!

  “Good,” Ryan purrs, changing positions again. He moves to his knees, his dick inches from my face; it was hard again. “Now scream ‘I love NSC cock. I’m an NSC slut.’ And then you can cum.”

  The words tumble out of me in a gasping torrent. “I love NSC cock! I’m an NSC slut! I want to fuck the whole NSC team! Please, please let me cum!”

  Ryan grabbed me by the jaw, turning my head and pushing the tip of his stiff rod against my mouth. I part my lips, letting him slide inside, sucking him hard and fast. I can taste the musky essence of my ass, mixed with the chemical cherry flavor of the lube. “Good girl,” Ryan sighs, “Cum now, whore, cum.”

  I moan in relief, succumbing to the boiling ecstasy that has been writhing inside of me. My pussy tightens around the pair of cocks still ramming into it, squeezing gently as quivering convulsions ripple through my straining tunnel. Spots fill my vision and I clamp my eyes shut, sliding my mouth off Ryan’s dick so I can release a stream of shuddering cuss words. I swear it lasts for hours, the blood pumping loudly in my ears, all my muscles tense, but finally I start to regain myself.

  Johnny pulls out of me with a squelch, followed a second later by Brad. I hear them say something about getting me to the floor. Pushing me off him, Brad grabs hold of me, sitting me up and sliding my soiled black dress over my head. It’s tossed aside and then he guides me down to the floor. My legs are jelly, so all I manage is to flop down, going where he directs me, which is right back on top of him. He lowers me down again and I whimper, my pussy already starting to get sore.

  I’m dimly aware of Ryan rubbing more lube into his cock, but my mind has gone to mush. I’m incapable of figuring out what they’re doing. Once he’s all lubed up, Ryan stands behind me, bending over my back and ass, which Brad spreads for him. I’m not surprised when his meat is once again shoved into my rectum. I stretch, aching, around him, groaning deep in my throat. “That’s it, take it all, bitch,” he grunts. I jump when I feel Johnny’s cock seek my pussy again. Brad squeezes my ass painfully, a silent reminder to behave.

  Johnny slides in, forcing himself each inch of the way. My ass and pussy have never been so incredibly full. I can’t believe there’s three cocks inside me at once, all ramming my tight holes! My moans are deep and guttural, more like feral growls than anything. I don’t want it to stop! I want to stay here in this hotel room, getting gang banged like this forever. “It feels so good,” I groan, “oh yeah, fuck me so good!” My natural juices run down the insides of my thighs, mingling with the cheap lube.

  “Such a greedy slut,” again I had lost the ability to distinguish who was talking. “You really do wanna fuck the whole team, don’t you?”

  “Yes!” I nearly scream, the thought of more cock bringing me close to another o
rgasm. “Oh, I need to cum again. Let me cum!” I’m outright demanding and I expect to get punished, but the athletes are getting close to their own releases and so all I get is a swat to the thigh.

  “Go on then, bitch,” I feel Brad’s breath puffing against my tits, I think he’s the one speaking. “Cum while we fuck your slutty holes!”

  That’s the only prompt I need. With a few more hard thrusts my pussy is exploding again, clamping even harder this time around Johnny and Brad’s sticky cocks. My nails dig into the carpet as I scream obscenities, not caring if people in the other rooms are disturbed. I’m getting fucked like a cheap whore and loving every depraved second of it!

  Ryan is unable to hold out any longer. “Fuck! I’m fucking cumming again!” He shouts, sounding a bit surprised. His thick, sticky seed coats the walls of my swollen, battered rectum. He continues to grunt like a wild animal, spurt after spurt collecting inside me. With the last drop spilling from him, he practically falls off me, gasping for breath. “Oh, little slut, your ass is the best I’ve ever fucked!”

  I don’t have a chance to react to his compliment. I’m too consumed with the final throes of my own rampant orgasm and the fact that yet again, the dicks are leaving my pussy. My pussy that’s hungry and aching for more! “No,” I whimper, “keep fucking me!”

  Brad rolls me to my back and a surge of excitement washes over me. But he doesn’t ram his cock into my cunt again. He and Johnny kneel on either side of me, pumping their fists over their dicks frantically. I know what’s coming, I open my mouth greedily as the first wad of cum flies toward me. Stream after stream rains down on my lips and cheeks, one glob even lands in my eye. I raise up, licking at the end of Johnny’s still gushing prick, milking more of his salty, thick seed from his pulsing cock. Then I switch to Brad and do the same, eagerly devouring every drop I can get in my mouth.

  When they’re finally empty the two college athletes collapse beside me, grinning at my cum soaked face. “Damn, Camila,” it’s the first time any of them have called me by my name. “You’re one hell of a good fuck!”

  Smiling, I reach out and caress the inside of Johnny’s thigh. “You don’t have to be done fucking me,” I urge him shamelessly. My goal is still to wear him out, but the fact that my pussy is screaming for more young dick makes me want to stay and fuck the three of them all night long.

  “Or,” Ryan was once again cleaning himself off on my dress, “we could call the rest of the team. You did say you wanted to fuck us all!”

  “Yeah you did,” Brad was grinning wickedly. He sat up, tugging me into an upright position.

  I didn’t protest. I was eager and willing. The night was young and I was the NSC’s new sex toy. Thinking of so many young, hot bodies vying to defile my body had my cunt oozing again. Brad and Ryan dragged me to my feet, I swayed, using them to steady myself as we made our way to the bathroom to take a hot shower. I needed to clean myself up a bit. Johnny stayed behind, pulling out his phone to call in more of their players.

  Kevin was going to be very happy with me tomorrow. Not only had I succeeded in tiring out their star player, I was going to drain every cock on the team! That trophy was as good as ours!

  STORY TWENTY-TWO

  Chapter 1

  I sat on the bed, my robe freely open, as I waited for the call that I hoped might come. My thoughts were in one place as I slowly rubbed my index finger back and forth over my clit, rather distractedly, while remembering some of the calls that my husband—Jack—had made in the past. Anything that could give me the thrill I was aiming for, as my circular motions hit all the right spots.

  Jack’s work meant that he was out of town a lot, leaving me with too much time on my hands as a practically—in all the ways that really matter— single woman. Jack and I understood each other well. We were lucky to have found each other, with our common views, which had lead us to a modern open marriage, where sex was seen as a pleasure, and not a chore. Isn’t a true marriage one in which one partner cares for the pleasure of the other? Jack knows I need more than he can usually give me, not in means of how well he can fuck me, because obviously I married him for a reason, but rather in respect to how often he can please me. With that said, he’s more than happy when he gets to hear me in ecstasy. Sometimes I even think he gets more out of me being fucked by other men than I do. That is, until it actually comes to it.

  I hoped that Jack might call soon; I was positively leaking by now, and my lips were becoming puffy as well. What I really needed was to hear Jack’s voice, that low and coarse sexy tone of his, to get me off. The problem was, he was not in a motel tonight, somewhere out of state, or even in a hotel-room. He was at a poker night, in his old Frat House, maybe half an hour away by road, but it might as well have been a thousand miles away, for I still missed his voice, and his touch. Of course, I realized that a phone call was very unlikely, they would all be drinking, and playing poker, women the last thing on their minds.

  Somewhat resigned, I decided neither I nor he would be pleased if I didn’t get off simply because he was out and about. With that in mind, I cast the robe off swiftly, laying back on the bed comfortably, knees raised in a familiar position, as I started to play with myself with more determination. Just one orgasm before bed, I told myself, but then again I always said that.

  With my free hand, I began tracing my fingers lightly over my skin, feather-like touches, starting from my jaw and moving on to my neck in a calculated pace. I knew myself well enough to know where and when to add more pressure to cause a better reaction, both my hands synchronized and aiming towards one goal. I placed my left hand on my tit, tugging at my nipple lightly, as I thrust my fingers back and forth, hitting my G-spot with the utmost precision. I was biting on my lower lip before soft moans began to escape my swollen lips, and I knew I was almost there, ready to explode.

  That was when the phone rang. I was torn, but only for a second, because I realized it might be Jack, and that would certainly solve everything.

  “Hello,” I said, little out of breath, as I picked up the phone that lay on the nightstand next to my bed. “Is that you Jack?”

  “Yeah, it’s me,” he said in his husky tone. “How are you?”

  I let out a small laugh. “Ah well, you know me sweetie—naked, in bed and horny; how else would I be?” I tried to sound a little more serious and collected, but all I managed was teasing.

  His chuckle was music to my ears. “Indeed, how else?” he agreed, sounding pleased. He cleared his throat before he continued. “I just called to tell you I’ve got a little problem going on here,” he said a little more seriously.

  “A problem, how so?” I asked and stopped all movement, trying to focus on my husband for a short while.

  “Well I had this good hand, a real good one, you know—four nines, four of a kind—I could not lose, you see, so I bet all the money I had, but it was not enough, the pot was too big.”

  I sighed. “So you lost your money, so what, just come on home, and take care of your baby. I need you. You should see me, I look so fucking hot tonight,” I told him.

  “It is not that simple darlin’, I needed to cover the bet, so I put you up as well.”

  He did not need to continue. I knew what would follow. “And I lost—Roman had four Queens. And I need you now. You gotta come on over here, and let the guys have you, for the rest of the night,” he told me, sounding a little regretful, but I knew better; he just needed me to save his ass. I didn’t mind at all, really. “I know what you’re gonna say,” I began, but he went on anyway, “I shouldn’t have lost, should have been more careful, should have considered what was at stake before trusting my luck, but—“

  I cut him off before he could proceed with his nonsense.

  “Don’t fret, baby,” I soothed, my voice light. “I’ll be down there as soon as I can,” I added in my most submissive voice.

  All he did, really, was give me the thrill I’d been looking for all evening.

  Exactly seven min
utes later, I was in a taxi, still in my robe, though it was closed now, on my way to Jack and his boys, already excited about the prospect of a whole night filled with… well, cock. Cocks, even. As the driver pulled up on the drive-way too slowly, I ran out of the car and up to the house, knocking frantically, as the run-down, middle-aged taxi-driver angrily stomped out of his car and ran towards me, yelling: “You come here and pay up, right the fuck now, you sleezy fucking bitch!”

  Just as the driver caught me by the arm, the door opened, and an unfamiliar man towered over us both.

  “Get off me!” I shouted, tearing at the driver’s grip, “you’re touching another man’s property!”

  As if called, Jack’s voice, ringing with a base of anger that immediately set me adrip, roared out from the building: “Roman, get him off!”

  The man in the doorway took one huge step forward, grabbed the now rather frightened driver by the collar and lifted him up into the air. The driver wriggled in his grip, before Roman threw him to the ground. As the giant of a man took another step, the driver crawled backwards, got to his feet and fled back to his car. Pussy.

  I patted Roman on the shoulder. “Good boy,” I praised him, and he smiled. Good boy.

  A second later, Jack appeared in the doorway, his black hair brushed back and his face red and flustered, from drunkenness as much as anger. “Where is he?!” he demanded, in an attempt to sound manly, though it was obvious that he’d already heard the driver run off, and his car go.

  “Not to worry, baby,” I said, mockingly, “this big man was here to defend my honor. You just go on back inside, where you were.” I smiled.

  Jack looked taken aback by this unexpected response to his manly display, and his eyes darted from corner to corner, as he tried to find his bearings and save the situation. I hated this part of him, but it was what I controlled him through, and keeping your man in his place is as important as anything, so I let him be. I took Roman’s hand and walked past Jack, inside the house, leaving my husband outside.