“Mhm,” I hummed sleepily. “Just wonderful. Splendid.”
He chuckled lightly and brought his body closer to mine, holding me tight against him.
“I will be playing poker again, you know,” he told me, and had I been able to see he face, I’m sure I would have seen that characteristic smirk of his complemented by a playful wink.
“You better,” I responded.
I began to drift off to sleep before another thought hit me.
“Make sure to put me up again, yeah, baby?”
When he nuzzled in my neck I knew this night will get the reprise it very much deserves.
STORY TWENTY-THREE
Chapter 1
Smoke was billowed from the cracks in the hood as I pulled the old Chevy Corsica into a dirt parking lot. It was the only establishment I could find on this lonely stretch of highway. I hadn’t seen anything for miles and thanks to the flat desert stretching out before me, I couldn’t see anything else on the immediate horizon. This was my only option.
I had questioned whether my beat up old car could make the trip to Las Vegas, even tried using it as an excuse not to join my two best friends for a wild weekend of partying, but they convinced me in the end. They always convinced me to do crazy shit.
I shut the car off as I parked a bit crooked, too preoccupied staring at the dingy bar as I tried to figure out if it was open or closed - there was an annoying lack of signage. It was nearly 2am, the chances of catching anyone here was slim. I checked my cell phone and wasn’t the least bit surprised that I didn’t have service. This place was in the middle of absolutely nowhere!
Well, there was no point sitting here wondering, I decided, climbing out of the steaming, hissing little car. The hinge creaked as I forced the worn out door open. Maybe they had a land line I could use to call a tow truck or something.
On my march to the building, I chastised myself for not being patient and waiting to head out until morning. I almost had, but I was so excited to get away for a while, that I had left right after work. I hadn’t even swung home to get everything I wanted. I’d brought my single travel bag with me and just left it in the trunk so I could get on the road a bit sooner. It was only a few hours to Vegas, my shift had ended at midnight and I knew for sure that Shannon and Gina would be partying until the wee hours of the morning anyway! So it really had seemed like a great idea.
When I reach the door, I can finally see the sign, which reads “Steele’s Bar” in plain letters. There’s no business hour posted, but that doesn’t surprise me in the least. I reach out to grip the knob and much to my relief the door isn’t locked. I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I’d been holding and step carefully inside.
The lights are dim, but it’s brighter than it was outside and I have to take a moment to let my eyes adjust a little before I continue through the entryway into the barroom. “Hello?” I call, my voice floating through the quiet establishment.
“We’re closed!” Comes a gruff response, just as I catch sight of three bulky figures seated around the bar.
“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m not here for a drink,” I start to explain, coming further into the room. The three men, bikers judging by the tattoos and leather cuts, all turn to look at me. I’ve never seen three hotter men all in one spot before in my life and the sight of their rugged, gorgeous bodies makes my mouth go dry. Maybe a drink wouldn’t be such a bad idea, I think, trying to collect myself.
“M-my name is Kristi,” I press on, fighting not to stare, “and my car broke down. Is there maybe a phone I could use? I couldn’t get any cell reception outside…”
My eyes betray me, roaming over each one in turn. The first is broad shouldered, with bare, muscular arms like tree trunks. He adjusts his position, causing his biceps to ripple beneath chocolate skin and I immediately feel a wave of heat rush through my core. The man standing beside him is just as alluring, though not nearly as thickly built. He’s tall and lean and I imagine every bit as ripped beneath his tight, black shirt. The third makes me blush, his green, smoldering eyes roaming down my body and I’m sure he’s undressing me with that hot gaze.
I can smell them all the way from here. The scent of spice, leather and smoke hangs like a thick fog in the air between us. It’s such a tantalizing aroma, I can’t help but want to press my face against their skin and breath in that heavy musk like it’s a drug.
They exchange a glance and for a second I’m afraid they won’t help me. “If there’s no phone, I can pay for a ride to Vegas, I’m meeting friends there. Not that I expect a handout or anything!”
The second man starts to nod, stepping closer to me. The way he moves has me spell bound, so smooth, but with an obvious power burning beneath every action he makes. “Good, ‘cause we’re not a charity,” his voice is like molten chocolate, hot and slick, it takes me a minute to work out what he’s saying. “If you want a ride, we can give you one, a damn good ride…”
I feel my cheeks heat up and a rush of wetness gush between my legs. “Oh,” I struggle to find words, “well, thanks, thanks very much. I can give you some gas money and—”
“No, babe, keep your cash,” the dark-skinned man says, his voice a growling purr. “We’ll give you a ride, if you give us a ride.” There’s no mistaking the innuendo this time, not with the way his deep, dark eyes fall down my body.
Another warm gush, this time soaking through my red lace panties. Were they propositioning me for sex? Or was I daydreaming? I was no prude, I’d fucked men before, but there were three of them and one of me, I couldn’t even begin to imagine how that was going to work. I opened my mouth to tell them fuck no, but then I heard Shannon’s voice in my head, telling me to live a little. That’s what she always said to get me to give into their wild schemes and it worked every time.
No, that’s not fair, I think, they’re not even here, they’re not allowed to influence my decisions! Especially not over something like this. But, oh man, just looking at those three stunning bikers has me squirming on the spot. I can’t help but wonder what their cocks must be like. Three glorious, hard dicks, all wanting me… I’d be crazy to say no to this, out of my flipping gourd!
“Well, pretty thing,” the third says, his green eyes still boring into me, peering into my deepest, darkest, dirtiest thoughts. “We got a deal or what?”
“I don’t even know your names,” I stall, my head and pussy warring with one another.
They smirk and grin, exchanging another glance. Green Eyes speaks again, “I’m Max, that’s Seth,” he indicates the taller man standing closest to me with a tilt of his head, “and that’s Roman.”
“Now, stop stalling, babe,” Roman rumbles, folding his massive arms across his broad chest. “Deal or no deal?”
Chapter 2
Licking my lips, I feel my ability to reason with myself rapidly evaporating. “Yeah,” I blurt after a second, nervous and excited and confused all at the same time. “Yeah, deal. Whatever you want, I just need a ride or something.”
Satisfied with my verbal agreement, they don’t waste anymore time. Seth and Max approach me first, the latter stepping around behind me. I jump a little as he put his hands on my hips, guiding my ass back so that he can rub his stiffening cock against it. Seth takes a different approach, running his strong fingers through my hair and tilting my head back so that he can deliver a crushing kiss. He bites and sucks on my lips, making them red and swollen, his hot tongue plunging forcefully into the cavern of my mouth. I feel a hand roughly grab my tit, seeking my erect nipple and pinching, twisting, tugging. Roman was standing at my side, taking the opportunity to grope me while his friends were grinding me between them.
I feel overwhelmed by all of the attention and start to pull away, but Max whispers hotly in my ear, “easy, baby girl, easy, we’ll take good care of you…”
A large hand punctuates his words, sliding beneath my thin top to tease my smooth belly. The fingers coyly sneak beneath the waistband of my short skirt, hinting at what�
��s to come. This, coupled with Max’s reassurance, makes me relax again and I succumb once again to the three of them.
Seth reaches up beneath my skirt, rubbing a finger along the outline of my moist lips through the soaked fabric of my panties. I let out a sigh, squirming as he teases my wanton pussy. His other hand, the one that had been rubbing my stomach, slips around to my back, his fingers trailing up to the clasp of my bra. I feel the lacy garment tighten against my breasts as he fiddles with it. Then it goes slack, marking his success. Roman pulls the shirt over my head, allowing Seth to draw my bra away. He discards it carelessly on the floor, but I don’t care.
I lose track of Roman as I’m consumed by Max and Seth. Behind me, Max begins undoing my skirt, while Seth slides a finger beneath my lace panties and flicks the tip over my swollen clit. They coordinate again, Seth’s hand leaving my aching wetness as Max tugs the tight skirt down my hips. Next my panties follow, as a hand grazes my warm ass cheek, giving me goosebumps. I step out of the little pile of fabric and kick it aside, leaving my black high heels on.
The sound of a zipper calls my attention, drawing my gaze to where Roman is standing. He pulls his massive cock out of his pants and begins to stroke it, his dark eyes fixed on my firm, naked body. The thought of him trying to stick his giant meat into me sent a shiver down my spine, a shiver of fear and desire. He grins as though he can read my thoughts. My pussy gushes again, leaking hot droplets down my inner thighs.
A finger sliding between my soaked folds surprises me, jerking my gaze back to Seth, who is once again playing with my sensitive clit. I can feel Max’s hot breath on my neck and shoulder, his mouth and tongue caressing my skin. I whimper as he roughly nips the moist skin, but the little scrape of pain only heightens my pleasure. His hands glide to my breasts, fingers rolling and pulling at my nipples, while his cock, free of the confines of his cargo pants, presses along the crack of my ass. From the corner of my eye I can see Roman just standing there, like a hungry predator, preparing to pounce, his large hand roaming the length of that mighty shaft…
I lean my head back and moan, letting myself get lost in the whirlwind of sensations and possibilities. So many things were happening to my body at once and then there were all the things that might happen, churning around in my hazy, sex clouded head. I’d never had one man want me this badly, but now there were three of them. Three rock hard cocks aching to use me. Oh, how that thought makes me quiver!
Seth’s fingers plunge into me, wiggling and stroking my soft walls. I can’t help but release another throaty moan, feeling my skin flush as the heat of an orgasm starts to bubble in the depths of my belly.
“Go on then,” Max whispers in my ear, biting the tender cartilage until I yelp, “cum for us.”
Flexing my hips as Seth pumps his fingers in and out of my dripping tunnel, it doesn’t take long at all for me to obey. My mind goes blank and all I can do is ride Seth’s hand, oozing juices down his wrist.
I’m still groaning, my pussy twitching with the final waves of my release, when Seth pulls away. He steps back, confusing me for a moment, until I feel Max bending me over. Immediately I know what he’s trying to do and adjust my stance so that my legs are spread a bit further apart. He grabs my hips, bending his knees a bit for better access. The head of his cock rubs up and down, from my clit all the way to my asshole. I jump as the wet tip slides over my pucker, but much to my relief it doesn’t stay there.
Seth grabs a handful of my hair, guiding my mouth to his thick, hard dick. I stare at it for a moment, knowing full well what he wants, but I need a minute to admire that glorious shaft. I reach out and run my finger lightly along the underside, making him shiver and causing a drop of precum to seep onto the swollen head. Unable to restrain myself, I greedily lap the bead away with my tongue and then take as much of his cock into my mouth as I can. I wrap my hand around the base to steady it and start to noisily suck him off.
Roman joins Seth in front of me, grabbing my free hand and placing it on his throbbing wood. I don’t hesitate, I pump his meat, part of me hoping if I do it well enough, I won’t have to take the massive cock in my pussy. I’m not sure I could!
Behind me, Max finally stops teasing my ass and pussy, taking me by surprise as he suddenly rams into me. He’s every bit as big as Seth, though neither of them are as huge as Roman. I try to cry out as my hole is invaded, but the hands in my hair hold me firmly so that the sound is muffled by the cock I had just slid into my throat. I start to choke and finally Seth relents, allowing me to release him so I can catch my breath.
Max doesn’t waste anymore time, he nearly takes his dick all the way out of me and then in a swift motion slams it back so hard I can feel his balls slap against my clit. With my mouth empty I can finally cry out. I’m not used to being filled so completely. I’ve never fucked anyone so big! It takes a few more hard thrusts before I can relax enough to fully appreciate being stuffed by the large dick.
As Max falls into a fast rhythm I can finally focus on the pair of cocks that I’m holding in my hands. Alternating between the two, I fervently dedicate myself to licking and sucking the stunning specimens. Though I pay a bit more attention to Roman’s, wanting to make him cum now. I was concerned at the thought of taking Seth after Max, but Roman? My pussy defied me and quivered, the notion making it lust for the dark stallion of a cock that was sliding in and out of my mouth.
Again, Roman reads my mind, pulling himself away. I glance up at him, trying to hide the uncertainty and surprise. All he does is grin and I know without a doubt that he’s determined to have my pussy, too.
Seth grabs my hair again, tugging me back to his shining cock and pressing the saliva coated head against my lips. I hope in vain that I misread Roman’s expression, but a voice in the back of my mind tells me I didn’t. Trying not to worry, I return to Seth, swirling my tongue around his red, pulsing head and down the underside of the shaft. I trace the throbbing vein back up, flick away more of his precum and begin mouth fucking his delicious cock.
Still pounding his big rod into my cunt, Max growls. “Yes, fuck,” he swears, his thrusts shorter and harder. “I’m gonna cum in your tight pussy!” The bellow barely precedes the telling twitch of his dick as it erupts inside me. His hot cum fills my hole in thick spurts and I feel myself getting close to the edge of another orgasm.
I start to pull Seth out of my mouth, but he grabs the sides of my face and thrusts himself deep. I eagerly oblige his unspoken command, sucking him down my throat and fighting my gag reflex. Behind me Max is still ramming his cock into me, not yet done gushing his seed into my unprotected sex. This is the first time I realize I forgot to make them use condoms. I’m not normally so reckless, but at this point, with my pussy full of cum and cock and my throat so full of dick I can’t breathe, I just don’t give a shit.
That thought does me in. My pussy clenches and my vision blurs as the first wave of my second orgasm washes over me. I can’t moan, I still can’t breathe. I have never experienced such an exhilarating moment before and I let myself get lost in it, savoring the little surge of panic and the rush of heat that rolls deep inside me… Just when I think I can stand it no longer, Seth and Max both pull out of me.
I very nearly collapse to the bar floor, my head swimming, my vision spotty. If Seth wasn’t holding me up, I would have toppled over for sure! He pulls me against his lean, ripped torso and turns me around without me even realizing that I’ve changed positions.
“Oh, oh Jesus,” I pant, suddenly aware that there were two cocks grinding along my body. The one rubbing on my back I knew was Seth’s, but the other one…
Fear and burning lust froze me in place as my eyes drifted down to the giant hard on pressing against my belly. “Oh fuck,” I squirm, wanting it and not wanting it all at the same time.
I feel Seth’s lips on my shoulder, feel his hand drift down to my thigh, but my gaze stays glued to Roman’s cock. Well, that is, until I feel Seth start to hoist me up, raising my leg so that he
can hook his arm under my knee. With great ease Seth sweeps my other leg up as well, lifting me clean off the floor so that I’m suspended in the air, my legs spread wide. I release a startled gasp, feeling a draft of air against the wetness of my labia. The cool sensation isn’t the only reason I shiver. I’m certain that I’m being offered up to the monster of dicks. My pussy, not listening at all to rational thought, is a very willing sacrifice.
That’s why it surprises me when Seth dips his cock into my slick pussy, slowly stroking in and out. Roman watches me take him, gripping both of my tits in his wide, long-fingered hands. I start to relax again, enjoying the way Roman tugs and tweaks my nipples. Seth’s cock hits a great angle and I start to feel yet another orgasm building when he abruptly slides out, leaving my pussy empty and aching. My moan of frustration turns into a gasp as his soaked tip presses against my asshole.
“Wait, I’ve never-” I start to say, but before I can finish, his dick is already pushing into my tight, virgin anus. He’s slow and gentle, spreading me inch by inch. I try to relax, but he’s so big and the sensation is so foreign! I grit my teeth and groan deep in my throat. It’s an odd mixture of pleasure and pain, I’m not sure if I want to beg him to stop or go deeper!
“Just relax, little thing,” Seth whispers, his voice so smooth I can’t help but obey. “That’s it,” he purrs, “all of it, baby, take all my cock up your ass…”
Oh, he makes it sound so good and so vile. I have a cock in my ass. A whole, big, thick cock stretching my asshole. I firmly decide that I like it and let out a quivering moan as the last wonderful inch forces itself into place inside my rectum. He holds himself there, I can feel the pulse in his cock pounding eagerly.
“You like having my dick in your ass, don’t you?” He growls in my ear. “Say you like it, say you’re a dirty little whore who likes to have her asshole fucked…”
I feel Roman’s finger stroke the length of my vulva, his other hand still roughly working my left nipple and there’s no way I can refuse to obey. “I’m a dirty whore,” I whimper, biting my lip as the finger in my pussy is joined by a thumb. The light pinching of my clit leaves me unable to do anything but moan.
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