“Fuck,” Marcy heard Veronica mutter. “I need…fuck, baby, I need…”
“Need some cock, baby?” Steel growled. Marcy opened her eyes in time to watch Veronica nodding, her face a grimace of pure need as Steel toyed with her breasts. Steel glanced at Marcy, then his eyes moved upward. Crook pulled away from the kiss to meet Steel’s gaze. “Think you better work for it, then.”
Steel pushed Veronica hard in the back until she fell onto her hands and knees. At the same time, Marcy whimpered as Crook took his hands from her body and pushed her to the side gently. She watched as Veronica crawled across the bed, Crook undoing his zipper to unleash his cock; Veronica and Marcy both gasped as they took in the sight of it; it was a full nine inches and thick.
Veronica looked at Marcy and mouthed a word; “help”. Marcy was all too happy to assist her friend, and they positioned themselves on their knees before Crook; Veronica took the head while Marcy covered the base, wrapping her mouth around him as best she could from one side, licking all around his shaft and balls. Veronica started slow, just taking the head in, until Crook showed just how much he liked to be in charge; grabbing her head in his hand, he forced her head down as far as it would go, stuffing her throat with his cock before Veronica could even get her balance.
She toppled forward slightly, which only forced the cock further down her throat. Marcy felt her pussy dripping as she watched her friend choke on the massive cock. Steel positioned himself behind Veronica, his dick slipping into her soaked pussy. Marcy moaned; licking every part of Crook’s base that she could reach while watching her friend stuffed from both sides. The whole scene was making her drip. When she felt a hand against her ass, slipping between her thighs and into her pussy, she nearly came before the fingers even dipped inside her.
“Fuck, these girls are ready,” Crook groaned, still holding tight to Veronica’s hair as he thrust his fingers into Marcy, feeling her hips roll and respond to him as her tongue moved around him. She dipped low, licking his balls and sucking them between her lips. “Trained ‘em fuckin’ well, huh, Steel?”
Steel merely grunted in response as he thrust into Veronica; the girl was shaking and bucking against his massive cock, even as she struggled to breath and tears ran down her face from the way Crook was fucking her face. Apparently, the sight of his girlfriend sucking another man didn’t turn Steel off, because each thrust was so hard that Veronica’s body shifted with it, so that she was sucking Crook’s cock to the exact rhythm that Steel was fucking her pussy.
Seeing a chance to drive her friend over the edge, Marcy reached out and grabbed her breast from below, pinching Veronica’s taut nipple. Veronica screamed around Crook’s manhood as she came; her climax must have triggered Steel’s, because he growled once and thrust into her harder than ever, holding himself tight inside her and pulsing.
Veronica’s eyes rolled back into her head as Steel filled her with his cum, her throat slackening, her body shaking, fingers grasping the bed sheets tight. Marcy moaned, feeling Crook’s fingers plunge deeper inside her own pussy. But she needed more; she wanted to come on Crook’s dick, to feel that ten-inch cock fill her up and stretch her wide.
Veronica sputtered and coughed as Crook suddenly pulled away, as though he could read Marcy’s mind. Veronica fell forward slightly, onto her elbows, moaning and groaning in post-orgasmic bliss. Marcy watched Steel pull away, his cock half-erect, and flip Veronica over onto her back; at the same time, Marcy felt Crook’s hands on her, lifting her and moving her body as though she was nothing but a rag doll.
She found herself on all fours above Veronica’s panting body; before she could even figure out what was happening, she felt Crook’s dick at her entrance; those few inches he had on Steel made a big difference, and she squealed in pain and pleasure as he stretched her open. When Steel grabbed at her hair and tugged her face forward, she acted automatically. Steel could come twice, she knew, if given proper attention, and she happily spread her lips to accept his semi-hard cock into her mouth. It was easy to suck him when he wasn’t quite hard yet, and she could focus on the pleasure of Crook filling her pussy.
Her hips shot upward when she felt a tongue brush her clit from below; Veronica had grabbed onto Marcy’s thighs and lifted her head to reach Marcy’s clit. Marcy groaned around Steel’s stiffening cock. She was still adjusting to Crook’s size, but having Veronica serve her from below and feeling Steel’s cock throb back to life in her mouth was overwhelming. She felt like her whole body was one big, sparking nerve.
As Crook finally slid all the way into Marcy’s tight slit, she felt her cheeks begin to burn. Desperate to feel even more, she sucked harder at Steel’s cock. Seeing Veronica filled at both ends had been sexy as hell, and Marcy wanted to know just what that felt like. Veronica’s tongue circled and flicked at her clit as Crook began to fuck her, slowly at first, then faster.
Steel’s cock hardened until she felt his hands grip her hair tightly, holding her in place. She was immobile now, pinned from all sides; she had never felt more like an object, and she’d never felt more aroused. Crook drove into her as Veronica lapped below, Steel pulsing in her throat. A balloon of pressure rose steadily inside her stomach, bigger and bigger each time Crook drove himself inside her.
She opened her eyes and saw that Steel had his free hand at Veronica’s pussy, his thumb against her clit circling. Marcy’s eyes welled up and her nose felt ragged with desperation to breath around Steel. Her body started shaking. Veronica licked faster, feeling Marcy’s climax rise, and reached up to grab at Marcy’s tits, kneading them and pinching the nipples.
Marcy whimpered, feeling her body go rigid for one long, torturous moment; and then Crook slammed into her, deeper and harder than ever, and she released, her hips bucking wildly as she came, against all three of her partners, her pussy milking Crook’s dick as pleasure sparked up and down her spine, her muscles snapping and shaking, her throat contracting around Steel’s cock.
“Fuck yeah,” Crook growled. “That’s a good girl…”
Steel pulled himself out of Marcy, leaving her gasping for breath, Crook’s cock buried inside her and pulsing, drawing her orgasm out until she was sure it would break her in two. She felt Steel push her head down, between Veronica’s spread legs. Marcy eagerly lapped at her friend’s clit, dipping her tongue slightly to taste her slit, her juices and Steel’s cum mingling together on her taste buds. She moaned in disappointment as she felt Crook pull out, and lifted her head to look behind her, pleading for more.
“Don’t be fucking selfish,” Crook growled, and slapped her ass once, making her squeal at the bright red burn of pain mingling with her residual ecstasy. She turned back and worked on Veronica’s pussy, licking and suckling at her clit, desperate to please. She could see, when she looked up through her eyelids, that Steel had his cock in his hand and was pumping it firmly as he watched Marcy pleasure his girlfriend, licking up his cum from her slit. Veronica had let her head fall back to the bed and was writhing in pleasure.
“Lemme get my girl’s throat,” Steel growled. Marcy didn’t make the mistake of looking up again; one punishment was enough. But she could see in her periphery as the two men switched places, and felt a thrill as she saw Crook’s massive cock, held in his hand now, before her. Behind her, she could hear Veronica’s muffled groan as Steel thrust into her mouth.
Marcy kept up her licking, feeling as Veronica’s thighs began to clench and twitch; Marcy could recognize, now, that her friend was getting close. And when Marcy felt Steel’s fingers enter her pussy, with his thumb pressed against her clit, she hummed in pleasure, letting the vibrations roll against Veronica’s clit.
Veronica’s knees suddenly bent upwards, her thighs jutting desperately against Marcy’s lips. Marcy grabbed Veronica’s thighs and sucked her clit into her mouth, hard, knowing what her friend needed. A moment later, right on cue, she heard Veronica’s muffled scream as she came, Steel’s cock deep in her throat, her juices running against Marcy’s
tongue, still tinged with the taste of Steel’s cum. Veronica bucked and shook against Marcy, who kept her tongue against Veronica’s clit until the shudders subsided.
Only then did she come up for air, and found herself able to only gasp once before Crook had her chin in his hand, pulling her mouth onto his massive cock. Obedient and dazed, she began to suck and lick at every inch she could reach. He seemed more patient now than he had been with Veronica, and he let her mouth explore him for a few moments before grabbing her hair; he thrust down her throat until she gagged.
Steel’s fingers were still fucking her from behind, his thumb circling her clit. She heard him groan, and felt his fingers stiffen inside her as he came again, spilling into Veronica’s throat. She felt her body buzzing, intolerably alive, as Crook stuffed her throat and Steel curled his fingers inside her, reaching her g-spot with an expertise no frat boy could ever match. She came again, melting around Steel’s hand, her eyes rolling back into her head. The sight of her orgasm had Crook thrusting harder, abusing her throat until it was raw and ragged.
“Fuck,” Crook groaned, slamming himself against her face. “Take it all…”
Closing her eyes, Marcy did as she was told, swallowing every inch that she could of Crook’s cum. She barely even tasted it, his cock was so far down her throat that each burst slid past her tongue. The warm, thick substance filled Marcy’s mouth, nearly leaking out as he held her tight, as far down as her mouth could possibly take. When he finally released her, she swallowed hard twice before she finally took it all.
She gasped as he slid out, her breath feeling sweet and full. Moaning, she rolled herself onto her back, lying beside Veronica with her head near Veronica’s feet, her hand on her stomach feeling the rise and fall of her breath as she basked in the still-buzzing pleasure of multiple orgasms. Beside her, Veronica sighed, the sound thick and warm.
“Shit,” Crook groaned, and the bed creaked slightly as he sat down heavy beside Veronica. Marcy opened her eyes to see Steel sitting beside her, his hand coming to gently cup her cheek, a bemused smile on his face.
“Told you,” he said, and Marcy giggled in response. She lifted herself up on her elbows and looked at Crook’s wide, broad back.
“You were sure as hell worth waiting for,” Crook said, looking back over his shoulder at Marcy. Veronica hoisted herself up and crawled towards Marcy, wrapping her slender arms around her friend. Their legs tangled together, a deep, weighty sleepiness overcoming them both. Marcy thought about those words that Veronica always used to get Marcy to do something: trust me.
Marcy felt very grateful that she had always done just that. Her friendship with Veronica was probably going to put Marcy in all sorts of situations just like this one. And that made her smile wider than she could ever remember. The next three years of college were going to be a lot of fun.
PARTYING WITH BILLIONAIRES
1
“Do you come with the paintings?”
Smiling and tight-lipped, Celia turned on her patent leather black pumps to face another ageing lothario, “You’ll need a mighty fine set of nails to hang me on the walls,” she responded in her best grand-daughterly voice.
“Oh, I think one good screw would be enough,” the smell of camphor and hair-dye tumbled through the air as he suddenly stepped forward and placed a sinewy hand firmly on her voluptuous butt, “one thick, long screw,” he muttered quietly.
Before Celia could smack his hand away there came a great squawk from behind the milky-eyed philanderer “Gerald, Gerald! Where have you been?” the crowd parted to reveal a red-faced, copper-wigged beast of a woman, “I have been looking everywhere for you, they’re bringing up the vase collection in a minute.”
“Ah, I was just asking this lady for a program guide,” Gerald smiled, the picture-perfect grandfather type.
“You are unbelievable. Come on, let’s go,” the woman gave a hard eye to Celia before turning her back and marching off, leaving Gerald to reluctantly release his hand and shuffle dutifully after his wife, “Remember my offer,” he called over his shoulder.
Being an event promoter for the Children’s Chance Charity Ball Series was not easy. While Celia found mingling with the rich an eye-opening experience, the effort to get guests to open their wallets and keep their hands off the staff was a challenge she never foresaw.
Gerald was just one of many over-dyed and overdressed older men who were attracted to her chocolate skin, glossy ebony hair and generous curves. This was the first time that one had just come out and said what he wanted. For a young single woman with a seven-month dry-spell, Celia was sickened to think how aroused Gerald’s upfront proposal had made her.
Disturbed by the mental image of a papery wisp of a man pawing at her firm body, she decided to check-in early on her team.
“What do you mean one bidder is buying everything?” Celia asked a rather distraught assistant.
“Almost two-thirds of all the auction items have been bought by the same paddle-owner. Is that bad? Should we stop them?” Eric had blanched once he had done the summary.
Celia palmed her forehead.
“Who’s the registered owner of the paddle?”
“They were listed as ‘T.A.’ on the form by the venue managers, I-I don’t know what that means, but there’s a number here.” The poor, trembling assistant held out a curled sticky-note.
Punching the numbers into her mobile she was surprised to find the caller pick up on the third ring.
“Err, hi, um, this is Celia McKenzie - the event organizer for the Children’s Chance Charity Ball. I don’t suppose you would be T.A.?”
The voice that responded was deep and resonating, “Yes, this is T.A.. How can I help?”
“We have noticed that your paddle number has been the registered against many winning bids - in fact, over half of them. I just wanted to make sure you’re aware of this,”
“Well, I am impressed,” she could hear a smile in the guy’s voice, which was rich and mellow, “I have been bidding for those items on purpose, and you’ll be pleased to know I can actually afford them, too.”
“Oh god, no, I’m sorry. I just – I – I wanted to make sure it wasn’t mistaken identity,”
The laugh came through strongly, but kindly, “No, please don’t apologize, I didn’t mean to fluster you. I appreciate you checking-in on me,” and with a click, the receiver gave nothing but dial tone.
“That crazy son-of-a-bitch, he just laughed and hung up on me,” Celia stared at her phone in disbelief, “that’s it, Eric. If you need me I’m at the bar,” Celia called over her shoulder as she swept out of the ballroom.
2
With guests opting for table service and the majority of the bar seats free, Celia slid on to a stool closest to the taps and slipped off her shoes.
“What are you having?” said a voice to her left. Casting a disinterested eye in the voice’s direction, she saw sitting two stools from her a rather rugged hulk of a man.
“I’m ok, thank you,” she waved away his offer.
“No, I insist; I’ve just had an interesting day, to say the least, and you look like you need something fortifying,” he smiled warmly, a five-o’clock shadow on his lightly tanned face making his white teeth sparkle.
Celia paused, at least he’s not senior citizen, she thought, “Why thank you,” she smiled warmly back, “I will have a vodka, lime and soda please,” she addressed the bartender.
“You look familiar. Have we met?” the guy had stooped forwards onto his forearms to get a better look at her face. He had sooty brown hair that seemed frozen mid-tumble around his head, gentle brown-black eyes and the broadest set of shoulders she had seen in a suit in a long time.
“No,” she couldn’t help grinning at the flattery, “I don’t think we have - not formally at least. I’m an event organizer so we may have crossed paths.”
“Oh,” he then sat up, “are you the one who organized this event?”
The bartender put down her froste
d glass and she nodded as she took a deep draught.
“So,” he grinned, watching her guzzle the drink, “What brings you here to this lonely bar when you should be out there enjoying yourself?” his fingers played along the sides of his whisky glass.
Celia’s heart thrummed into life sending heat coursing through her chest “Well, apart from feeling like I’m trapped in the geriatric’s version of The Bachelorette, I was hung up on by some rich snob.”
“Go on,” he smiled, sliding himself one barstool across towards her, twisting his broad chest to see her better.
Celia laughed, “As much as I want to, I really shouldn’t,” her hands fluttered to her heavy obsidian pendant, “but I assure you, this snob must have a removal truck ready in the loading bay for all the things he’s buying. My guess, he’s trying to impress a lady.”
His eyes glinted mischievously over his glass, the ice cracking and sliding wetly against his lips.
They laughed and chatted for a while longer, the heat that built in Celia’s chest settled hotly into the pit of her stomach. Every now and then his eyes would wonder her black fitted dress, sometimes resting on the teardrop pendant that swung between her breasts. Celia couldn’t help but squeeze the slippery warmth that was stoking between her thighs.
With announcements for the final auction items echoing overhead, Celia reluctantly slid on her shoes and gathered her purse.
“It’s been lovely chatting, err… I’m really sorry, but I don’t think I caught your name,” she asked, proffering her hand for a business shake.
“It’s Trent. It’s been a pleasure having your company,” reaching with his large slightly callused hand taking hers, and gently bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss.
Gooseflesh rippling across her body, Celia felt her nipples pucker hard through her dress and hastily slid from the barstool. With a stupid grin pulling up the corners of her mouth she gave a final smile and swept back into the ballroom.
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