by Nicole Ryan
“God, damn it baby girl.” Sawyer ground out, his handsome smile beaming down on me, he placed one of his hands on my lower abdomen as he began to move.
He grasped my breast in his hand and squeezed it as he thrust into me, melting away the discomfort and sending shivers ripping through me.
“Suck on his cock baby girl.” Sawyer said as he reached out and turned my face to the side by my jaw. He slid his hand down my neck, to my breast and teased my nipples, which were already aching. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue along Cross’s head as he glided into my mouth, I stared up at him.
“Stop.” Chief suddenly called from his seat as he crossed the compartment to where we were.
He led Jessica by her wrists, which were behind her back; her face was flushed with excitement. He deposited her into the center of the floor where I’d started, and then continued over to me. Sawyer pulled out of me slowly, his hand that rested on my stomach pressed down as he removed himself, making the feel of his exit even more exquisite. I squeezed him as he did so and I moaned with his withdrawal, not wanting him to leave me.
Chief dropped his hand into my hair without looking at me and yanked me off of the table. I cried out and wrapped my hands around his wrists as he dragged me behind him.
“Get to your fucking knees.” He said pulling harder still not looking at me, I did as he said and he loosened his grip. I crawled beside him as he led me to where Jessica sat on her knees, Tyler stroking her face as she looked up at him playfully.
“I wanted to show you off.” Chief said above me. “But you’re just laying there soaking up all the adoration to yourself aren’t you? Think because you’re a pretty little thing that you deserve to be worshipped?” He asked as he squatted down beside me and shushed me as I started to reply. He stuck his thumb into the side of my mouth and pulled my bottom lip down.
“Open your mouth, and look at me.” He said.
I let my jaw drop open and moved my eyes to his, the dazzling blue commanding my silence.
“I said open your fucking mouth.” He growled tugging on my lip and reaching back to slap my bottom.
I stretched my mouth open as wide as I could, while still looking into his eyes and he suddenly spit into my mouth. I released the breath I was holding and panted a couple of times, blinking rapidly in shock as he dipped three of his fingers into my mouth and smeared my face with his spit. It made my insides ache unexpectedly.
“There,” Chief said as he wiped my eyes with the pads of his thumbs, “Now look how pretty you are without all that makeup on your beautiful face.” He said taking my ruined panties and wiping my face clean, then grasped my jaw in one hand and stood me up.
He squeezed my throat as he pulled me closer to him, I brought my hands up and rested them on his arm that held my throat, and squeezed my brows together as his other hand slid between my legs. I watched his beautiful blue eyes as his fingers worked me into a frenzy, I moaned and he tightened his grip on my throat. Gradually, inch by inch, as his hands worked expertly at my throbbing sex, he brought me up with his firm grip, until I was on my tip toes and almost at eye level with him, dancing the delicate dance of someone who has no footing.
My fingers were clutching his arm now and I fought to keep my eyes open and looking at him as he decreased my oxygen intake little by little, whispering little encouragements to me as he worked his fingers inside of me. When I climaxed, I shuddered uncontrollably as each spasm ripped through me. His mouth had dropped open and his eyes looked at me with enjoyment and incredulity as I contracted violently around his fingers. When the last clench ended he smacked my swollen sex, and then released my throat. I hauled air into my lungs as my knees buckled under me and I sat on the ground.
“Came again didn’t you?” He asked standing over me.
“Yes.” I gasped my eyes and hands to the ground.
He brought my arms behind my back brutally, placing my hands palm to palm before he tightly wound oakum from my wrists to my elbows, securing the two ends of rope in the center of my forearms with a tight double fisherman’s knot.
“Too tight?” He asked close to my face.
“No, sir.” I said.
“Good girl.” He smacked my bottom with his open palm. “Get your face down. Ass in the air.”
I did as he said, and I heard the familiar sound of his belt buckle clinking as he undid it, and slid it out of his loops. My heart beat sped up a little, and when the first kiss of the belt connected with my skin I yelped a little, but then I reveled in the feel of the landings as they rained down on me, warming my skin, searing my groin and sending fire through my veins.
“Sit up.” He said suddenly.
I sat back on my heels, my chest heaving as I panted and looked at the ground; He walked around me slowly, his black work boots echoing off the steel deck.
“What do you want?” He asked after a torturous moment of silence.
The question caught me off guard. “I… I want…”
He took the back of my neck in his hand and brought my face forward until it was resting on the side of his thigh. “You want…” He said, stroking my face with his hand, holding it to his leg as he undid his black cargo pants with the other. “So greedy.”
“I want to please you Sir.” I said quickly.
“I don’t believe you do.” He said, pushing me away from him with his thigh, I sat back on my heels, my breasts heaving with my quickened breath.
“I do.” I said scooting close to him again, looking up into his eyes. I rubbed my chin and mouth along his hardness. “I want your cock, Sir.”
“Get it.” He said.
I rubbed my nose along the opening of his pants, then took one flap of his fly and pulled at it with my teeth, then tugged the other flap down. I took the elastic waist band of his briefs and pulled down on them, fighting with it until the base of his shaft was accessible. I nudged at it with my nose, trying to free him, but it was tricky.
I slid my tongue between his now semi-hard cock and his balls, and curled my tongue up, prodding and urging him to separate from his balls, and be freed from the elastic band. When he finally sprung free I greedily devoured him, capturing him in my mouth like a starved dog catching a treat. I bounced my mouth up and down on him before opening my throat and taking him deep, inching closer to him on my knees, the oakum causing my arms to turn tingly. When he pulled free from my mouth I gasped and looked up at him with my mouth open.
“Stick out your tongue.” He said.
Slowly I let my tongue out for him as he slid in and out of my open throat, making me gag and cough a couple of times. But I took it to show him how much I wanted to please him. He walked away from me for a moment, and when he returned he held in his hand one of the orange rubber gaskets that fit into the “donkey dick”. It was one of our larger fire nozzles. On each side of the gasket, Oakum was wrapped around it, about an inch thick, and woven into an almost pretty, make-shift ball-gag.
“Open your mouth.” He said.
I opened wide, and he placed the rounded rubber against the inside of my bottom teeth, and bent the gasket to tuck the top of the rounded rubber against the inside of my top teeth. He secured the Oakum behind my head, and I struggled to keep from drooling around the thick rubber.
“How’s that?” He asked, giving the Oakum a small tug from the back of my head.
“Good.” I mouthed around the gasket.
“You look very pretty like that.” He said, smiling into my face.
“Thank you, Sir.” I managed, still holding back the slobber.
“Do you like this?” He asked me, trailing his fingers along the woven rope at the corners of my mouth, even though Oakum was remarkably soft, as far as rope is concerned, it was still irritating to the sensitive skin at the sides of my mouth.
“Answer me.” He ordered. It was a warning.
“I do if you do, Sir.” I said, and felt drool making its way over my bottom lip, tickling me as it seeped down to the floor. Chief watche
d it closely, as if he’d been expecting it, and a huge smile spread across his face.
“Very lovely.” He said. “But I don’t think you’re being honest with me, are you little one?” He asked, fingering the sides of my mouth. “Your skin looks rather red, and irritated right now.” He said, moving his gaze to my eyes.
I nodded as he slid two of his fingers inside of the gasket, and then back out. My jaw was beginning to ache, but I held still.
“Maybe another time?” He asked me, a warm smile on his lips.
“Yes, Sir, Thank you.” I mumbled.
“Good girl.” He said brushing my hair away from my face. He placed his hand on my bound arms and led me down, my face to the floor. “On your knees.” He said, and I swung them under me, but not fast enough. His hand connected with my bottom, accentuating every other word, “Get your fucking ass up in the air when I tell you to.”
“Yes, Sir!” I said around the gasket. I glanced across the room; everyone was watching me, captivated.
“Look at the ground.” He ordered as he untied the gasket and removed it from my mouth. “Now, your only purpose at this moment is to be an object of comfort to these men. Do you understand?” He asked me softly, sliding his hand over my hair.
“Yes, Sir.” I said, my hands were beginning to lose feeling.
“Come over here.” I heard Chief murmur to someone behind me as I lay on the floor catching my breath, my heart rate gradually decreasing.
Sawyer appeared in front of me, smiling at me as he squatted down and reached behind me.
“Hey,” Chief said with a swat to my bottom, “Suck his dick while he lets your arms loose, unless you want to keep them behind your back. Be appreciative.”
I lifted my head as far as I could and took the tip of Sawyers soft penis into my mouth, I rolled it around my tongue until he began to harden and I felt my ropes loosening. When he tossed the rope to the side he was fully erect and I could barely wrap my mouth around his head, so I licked at him. I swirled my tongue around his head slowly, carefully, gazing up at him in adoration.
When I was suddenly lifted by my arms and stood on my feet it startled me, and I gasped. I knew it was Cross the instant I felt his lips on my shoulders, as he held me against his warm body, he let one hand slide down my back, between my thighs and into my wetness, he dragged the slick liquid out and rubbed it around my ass, I jerked away from him slightly, almost as an impulse.
“It’s okay baby, better me than Sawyer.” He whispered with a chuckle, his chin on my shoulder. He was right.
Sawyer’s hands were kneading my breasts, and they slid down my arched front as he dropped to his knees and smiled up at me, though he was still up to my shoulders, and as he used the pads of his thumbs to gently spread my lips apart before kissing my clitoris, and then sucking on it gently I let my head fall back. The contact made me jerk again, and I moaned as Cross’s fingers gently pressed forward.
“Relax for me baby, ok?” Cross said by my ear again, one arm still pinning my hands to his front as he trailed kisses along my shoulder and neck, bringing the tiny hairs on my body to attention, one wave at a time.
I nodded and tried to relax as Sawyer’s tongue continued to explore my folds. It didn’t take long, before I knew it I was moaning louder and my knees grew weak. Cross backed us up and sat with me on top of him on the small fake leather couch that sat against the far wall. Sawyer growled as his hands caught my knees and forced them apart before he attacked my pussy again, sliding two fingers in and out of me as he did so.
Cross slid one of his fingers inside me and I tried to pull away from him but Sawyer held my hips down with his hands that were like blocks of concrete. It only took a second before the ripples of pleasure stilled me again, trickling through me, curling my toes. Cross kissed my neck and my shoulder, licked my earlobe and whispered in my ear while he slid another finger inside of my ass carefully.
“Do you like this baby?” Cross asked me, I nodded, my eyes half closed and I fought the urge to gyrate my hips.
“You have such a sweet, tight little ass.” He said before he kissed my neck again. My mouth fell open as I felt fire searing inside my aching vagina, and I held my breath for a second before I ground myself against Sawyer’s tongue.
“Holy shit.” I moaned quietly, as I came finally, pulling my arms but Cross held onto them effortlessly.
Sawyer laughed and swatted his hand on my soaking pussy, then stood up and placed the heavy head of his thick penis against my opening and slid himself along my sensitive skin. Cross’s fingers were still inside of me and I held my breath as I watched Sawyer sink into me, his thumb moving back and forth on my clit as he filled me. His gorgeous features were even more attracted when they were flushed with passion, and I had the sudden feeling that I shouldn’t be looking at him. But all he did was smile at me, and stare at my body appreciatively.
Cross was moving his fingers slowly and I let my head fall back against him, my eyes slid closed and I relaxed as I began to enjoy the foreign sensation. Sawyer began moving slowly in and out of my pussy, his thick shaft easily igniting flames inside of me, reaching depths that no man ever had before. Cross gently pulled his fingers from me and placed the head of his penis against my tight hole, I froze for a second, not sure what to expect.
“Relax baby.” He said, kissing my neck again, he released my arms and slipped his fingers under me and moved more of my wetness around my ass and over his head before he slowly, gently stuffed his soft tip inside of me. I arched my back tighter, Sawyer dipped his head to kiss my left breast, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking on it.
“Oh my fucking… holy shit.” I whispered as I brought a hand to my face, forcing myself to relax and open up for him. Sawyer yanked my hand down and turned my face to him as he began to move again, he pressed his soft lips to mine and I sucked on them gently, sensations washing through me.
“You’re so beautiful.” Sawyer whispered, close to my lips. “You’re so sexy.” He growled as he held my face to his, his eyes consuming me.
“Sit down on me baby.” Cross said softly behind me, his hand pressing on my hip.
My mind was spinning, I was overwhelmed by the amount of attention these two gorgeous men were showering me with, and I thought I might spontaneously combust if I couldn’t satisfy them both fully. I took a deep breath and arched my back, slowly sinking myself over Cross, gripping his neck. Sawyer was still moving within me and my other hand grasped his shoulder. My mouth dropped open and I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Fuck.” I whispered as Cross held himself motionless, and Sawyer stilled again. “Oh my God.” I whimpered.
“How’s it feel baby?” Cross asked me caressing my back, and my sides with the tips of his fingers.
My breath hitched in my throat when I tried to speak, every hair on my body stood on end and I almost felt as if Cross were going to explode out of my other end like a shish kabob.
“Too much?” He asked when I didn’t form a coherent answer.
“No. Keep going.” I whimpered.
Cross slid his fingers up and down the sides of my body. Sawyer slowly, gently circled my clitoris with his fingers, and they comforted me, murmured sweet things to me all while completely claiming me. My body began to melt, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I relaxed and Sawyer began to slip in and out of me carefully.
Cross held my waist in his hands and I moved my feet to rest on the tops of his knees, he spread them wider and I felt him go deeper inside of me. I cried out again, and Sawyer stepped forward so he was standing between my legs, he bent forward and took me by the back of my neck as his thrusts went deeper, staring into my eyes as he did so. Each of my cries became more prolonged; the sound made staccato by Sawyer’s pounding.
“You’re so fucking hot baby girl.” He said, smiling at me and squeezing my breast with his other hand.
Cross slowly began to move inside of me, and I felt my entire body shaking, the sensation spread out like a spider
web, creeping along my ass to my thighs, crawling up into my chest, and searing into my brain like venom, blinding me from everything but what I was feeling. I gasped for air as my body melted and became only sensation, I was floating somewhere between worlds, somewhere between real life, and ecstasy. Sawyer’s thumb was moving over my clit and I was close to coming, I gripped Cross’s forearm as he held my waist and I dug my fingernails into his flesh as I screamed and liquid poured out of me.
“Shit!” Sawyer hissed as he quickly pulled out of me and pinched the head of his penis tightly, a low grumble in his chest.
I was moaning savagely as Cross slid in and out of me slowly sending chills straight to my core, he slid his hand to my clitoris and massaged.
“I can’t.” I panted.
“Yes you can baby.” Cross ground out.
“No, I can’t. Oh God, I can’t.” I was going mad with sensation. I dragged a hand down my face, desperately wanting to come again, desperately trying to find it but so overwhelmed and drained that it stayed just out of my grasp. Cross carefully shifted us until I was on the couch, curled into a ball, my knees against his chest and began to move slowly. My eyes slid closed as he worked over me, his hands caressing my body as he slid his fingers into me.
“I love you.” He said quietly, his forehead pressed to mine.
My eyes snapped open and he leaned forward to kiss me quickly before I could say anything. I whimpered as his fingers still played with me and I finally, found release, tears springing to my eyes with the magnitude of it.
Cross groaned deep in his chest as he carefully slid out of me, kissing my nose and standing up. He held his hand out to me and helped me up from the couch. Jessica was sitting on the floor again and I joined her, Chief instructed us to sit back to back. The boys were with us in a second, and I grabbed Cross as soon as he was in front of me, Sawyer was also beside me, so I took him in one hand and Cross in the other. Chief was circling, watching me carefully, his thumb and forefinger on his chin, as he moved around us, his eyes went to Jessica.
