Kink of the Week -Doggy Style – (Rough Games)

He jerked her body back against his, pinning her to him as he mauled her tits with rough hands. He would not be gentle. Not this time. Her nipples were pinched until she cried out half in pleasure, half in pain and he gave a satisfied smile at the sound. His lips met the back of her neck tenderly, before one hand seized her by her long red hair and yanked her head back and baring her throat and shoulder to him. There he kissed and bit, while he idly rolled her left nipple back and forth between his fingers. He pinched down again, waiting for that delicious cry he loved so much.

She felt herself being shoved towards the bed and her body bent over by her hair. Nails raked down her back, little trails of fire that made her writhe and squirm. Fingers dug into her fleshy ass before trailing down to find her dripping slit. “Of course you’d be wet for me, you fucking slut. You like it when I’m rough don’t you?” “You know I do. I like it when you leave marks and bruises and fuck me with that fat cock until I scream. Will you fuck me like that tonight?” Her voice was slightly breathless in anticipation where his had been gruff and hard. All in the spirit of the game they played.

“Get up on the bed. Now.” When she didn’t move fast enough, several smacks were delivered to her ass. “I said move!” And she scrambled quickly all the way onto the bed. In her haste to get where she was told she managed to tangle herself into a heap that left her face down, ass up, and pussy on display. He slid two fingers inside of her pumping them in and out. They could both hear her wetness and feel how her pussy seemed to suck at his fingers, wanting to keep them there. He stroked his cock slowly while he fingered her, just waiting until he knew she was good and close. And he stopped, withdrew his fingers, wiped her wetness against the back of her thigh and before she had a chance to complain he was driving his cock into her.

A deep moan escaped her lips and she braced her body against the bed as his hands dug cruelly into her hips pushing and pulling her along his cock. She managed to reach an arm beneath her body and furiously rubbed at her clit while her fucked her. The moaning and cries of passion grew louder and louder and soon he was shoving her face into bed bed to muffle her noises. It was all she could do to breath and she turned her head halfway hoping to get more air. He held onto the back of her neck, but loosened his grip a bit as he continued to pound into her. Her legs shook and suddenly she bit her tongue to avoid crying out as she gushed her wetness all over his cock. He grinned triumphantly and stopped long enough to pet her hair gently. “Good slut. I want you to do that again.”

And the hard, fast fucking resumed, their bodies slapping together as they met in a frantic rhythm, pushing higher and higher, asking for more and giving the most possible. This time when she orgasmed she did cry out and he groaned in response at the feeling of her body wrapped around him. He fucked her through it never giving her the chance to catch her breath and left her twitching against him. His hands had returned to her hips and he fucked her hard, his own orgasm imminent. When he did finally come in a heady rush of feeling she moaned again, feeling him inside her and another small orgasm shook her body beneath him. She collapsed against the bed as he pulled away and after a quick clean up they settled in for a cuddle. “I love you. Even if you are a dirty slut.” She giggled at him and rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you too.”

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Wicked Wednesday – 306 – Travel (A Princess’ Guide to Relaxing)

The next morning, Adrienne’s father was practically beating down her door because of a diplomatic incident that needed resolved immediately. She assured him she would handle the matter and was quickly dressed and packed in a matter of minutes. Gordon ducked out of her rooms and ran home to gather his own kit and within the hour the pair were underway to their destination.

Their flight was uneventful, save some turbulence and the pair happily chattered away like a pair of magpies. There was a car waiting as soon as Adrienne and Gordon stepped off the plane that would take them directly to a meeting with the local consulate, before meeting with more senior officials the next morning. Adrienne was thoroughly briefed on the details and she frowned thoughtfully as she began to ask pointed questions, trying to figure out where thing had gone wrong. She was confident in her ability to smooth out any rough edges without there being any sanctions imposed or other political fallout. And over the next few days she did.

But her nights, those belonged to Gordon. They laughed, they loved, they fucked like rabbits. One evening after a particularly stressful day they returned to the hotel and Gordon immediately drew a hot bath and shooed Adrienne off for a good long soak. She pinned her hair up and just relaxed trying to let the stress of the day slip away. She heard a knock at the door and figured it must be room service with supper. She got out of the tub and slipped into a terrycloth robe before stepping out of the bathroom. She walked into an enchanted space fulls of golden flames and soft music with a rather handsome man pulling out a chair for her sit and dine with him. They ate slowly enjoying the food, each other, and the wine; after the meal was done Gordon stood and pulled Adrienne into the bedroom.

He slipped the terrycloth from her body and motioned for her to lay down on the bed face down. She stretched out on the bed, noting her body’s relief at being able to just relax. She settled into the bed, smiling as she felt Gordon’s weight beside her. He drizzled warm almond oil across her skin, making her jump a tiny bit and then commenced giving her a gentle, but highly erotic massage. He touched her everywhere, teasing her skin, taking time to pay special attention to her gorgeous ass. It stirred something within Adrienne and she moaned softly in delight. Gordon’s fingers trailed down between her slightly spread legs, only making her moan louder as her caressed her ever so lightly. He wiped the excess oil from her skin and directed her to turn over so her could do her front. She happily obliged and Gordon began to massage her arms working his way to her hands then moving across her hips and down to her thighs. She squirmed at the feeling of his thumbs against her inner thighs, wanting more of his touch. Gradually as he worked his way along her skin, loosening all the muscles and helping her relax he became bolder and began to tease at her breasts and nipples or run a finger across her clit. This massage thing was quite enjoyable. Adrienne stretched her lithe body under Gordon’s hands and he smiled at the sight. She caught him and spoke, “What’s the smile for?” “Because I want to see you like that all the time.”

She grinned and blew him a kiss. He laughed, wiped the excess oil from them both, and leaned into her for the kiss he really wanted. Suddenly where there had been a spark was a flame and they were wrapped up in one another. Gordon pinned her to the bed effortlessly and kissed and bit lightly at her skin, never enough to leave more than the faintest of red marks that would quickly fade (the real marks were always hidden) and with a final sweet kiss began to work his way down her body pinching at her nipples, hard enough to make her cry out out, and then kissing the pain away before he would bite down, harder this time, leaving slightly more noticeable marks. And Adrienne writhed beneath him her mind and body begging for more. She arched her hips against him grinding against the thigh he was using to hold her lower body still and moaned. Gordon’s head dipped to suck more gently at her nipples and she moved harder and faster against him. He lifted his head to meet her eyes. “Now Princess.” Adrienne’s head whipped from side to side on the bed as she shuddered beneath him. “Good girl. I like how you taste after you’ve come for me.”

And his face was between her legs, spreading them further so he could enjoy the pretty pussy that was his. He tasted and sucked and licked and reveled in her body. Here, where they couldn’t be seen he left the marks he wanted to, dotting her inner thighs with teeth marks and small bruises that would remind her she was his, not that she needed any reminding. Strong arms wrapped around her thighs to hold her still and pull her closer at the same time. She moaned at the feeling of simply being pulled closer to him and her hips bucked impatiently. Gordon stopped. He looked up at her and growled, “Patience Princess, patience,” and resumed feasting on her body. Even with his grip her movements quickly became erratic and more forceful and finally he he gave in to her desire. She came on his face not bothering to muffle her cries, but trying to settle her movements before she busted his nose. He gave one last, long lingering lick of her pussy before he sat up licking his lips and grinning at her. “Kitten, if you can’t be still I’m going to have to tie you down.”

“But now I’m going to fuck you.” His grin became almost predatory as he flipped her legs up to his shoulders and his cock filled her up, finding a home in her hot little cunt. Adrienne swore and Gordon smacked her thigh for it. She gave him a cheeky grin, lifted her hips to meet his and swore again because it felt so good. He smacked the other thigh and drove his cock deeper. With strong hands grasping her by the hips, his fingertips digging in, he fucked her slowly, lazily almost smiling as she twisted beneath him and began to beg him to fuck her harder. “Come for me again and I will.”

Her eyes widened and she began to tremble as she stroked her clit in time to his thrusting, arching to meet him until finally her body reached its boiling point and she exploded in another orgasm. Then he began to fuck her hard and fast, watching her pinch a nipple with her free hand and the sight of her overwhelmed him. His own orgasm hit and she let her legs fall to either side of him, both of them spent.

This is a multi-part series. It starts here and follows through subsequent Wicked Wednesday posts to current.

 

#SOSS 10 Round Up Some Love

This edition of #SOSS brought to you by marzipan candy and a salad; never mind that’s lunch. Anyway, I hope that y’all find these post as entertaining or enlightening as I have. Happy reading!

We Are Shadows by the ever lovely Ella Scandal is a work that you need to read for yourself. The story is fantastic and, as always, well written with a fun twist that I never expected at the end.

Bare Essentials by Wicked Wednesday’s host, Marie Rebelle, made me squirm and laugh at the same time. I’m glad I got to read the story in its entirety and love how the events all went down. Nothing like a little fun between partners right?

The Yoga Sutra and D/s by Brigit of Brigit Writes stuck a chord within me as I’ve done just enough of both D/s and yoga to start to have a grasp on her words and how much sense they make to me. It inspires me to get back to my yoga that I’ve been neglecting and to work at being more present in my D/s life.

Your sex blogger voice matters by Isabelle Lauren really made me stop and think about how I feel about writing about topics  others have already covered. I feel like I’m not good enough to cover those topics as well and have something new enough or different enough that my voice will make a difference. Looks like I need to get out of my own head a bit and write what I want to write.

 

Wicked Wednesday – 305 – (A Choice and a Decision)

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Adrienne seemed to have a knack for handling diplomatic incidents and she became her father’s go to person for flying out to have talks or handle other matters. Gordon was always her companion on these trips and they reveled in the time they spent together once the work of the day was done. But both were too afraid to take that next step, one that would alter the course of their relationship forever. So things hung in limbo while every night of the trips they took Gordon fucked his Princess, his Kitten until she couldn’t take anymore. Yet she tried anyway. She wanted everything he could give her even if it was only this time, stolen from the rest of the world. Neither of them knew that one day soon, they’d be forced to tell it all.

One day she passed Gordon in the hall and discreetly slipped him a note. “My rooms. After your shift ends. We need to talk.” He crumpled the note in his hand and stuffed it into a pocket, wondering what was so urgent that she was actively seeking him out within these walls. Gordon knew he’d find out soon enough, but it didn’t stop his mind from racing the rest of the day, wondering just what they needed to talk about. He was terrified she was going to tell him things were over.

After checking the already empty hallways Gordon slipped almost soundlessly into the sitting room of Adrienne’s suite and sat down to wait for her. A few moments later she walked out of the bedroom wearing a terrycloth robe with her hair wrapped in a towel and placed both hands over her mouth to stifle her cry of surprise. Gordon grinned at her and walked over to speak quietly, “You should be more aware Princess. It might save you someday.” And he kissed her gently on the lips. She smiled against his lips and pulled him further inside, into the bedroom where they were less likely to be overheard. She unwound her towel and began to comb out her hair. Gordon nudged her to sit in front of the mirror she was using and took the comb from her. She relaxed into him and loosened her robe so her could see her nude reflection in the mirror. He smiled at her, “Such a pretty Kitten,” and smoothing her damp hair back he quickly plaited it together wrapping an elastic around the end.

All the while Adrienne had been stroking the front of her body, playing with her breasts and nipples, letting him see her legs fall apart just a bit, to catch a glimpse of the wetness there. He leaned over her and replaced her hands with his own, trailing kisses down her neck as he rubbed her pebbled nipples between his fingers. “Mmmm, yes.” Adrienne fell into his touch and he pulled her to her feet, sliding the robe from her shoulders, baring her body to him. “No spankings tonight Princess. But I have plans for you. You’ll be good won’t you?” “Yes, Sir.” He spun her around for a kiss and held onto her for a long moment cherishing this time in case whatever she had to say was bad news. “First, you told me that me we needed to talk Princess. What’s going on?”

Adrienne sighed softly, “Dad is pressuring me to try and start finding someone I want to settle down with and…well…I don’t know if he’ll like it and I don’t know what you’ll think, but, (Gordon was bracing himself for bad news as her voice got smaller and smaller with each word) I don’t know what he’d think about us.” The last bit came out so rushed and quiet that Gordon barely heard her and frowned. “What do you mean, Princess? There can’t be an us. We both went into things knowing this.” “No! I refuse to believe that. Can you honestly say that you don’t feel the same way I do? Or would you be lying to yourself?” She stared him down, tears sparkling in her eyes. “Tell me the truth Gordon. Do you love me?”

He looked down at her, his own eyes shining with tears. “I do, but…” “But nothing. If my father doesn’t like it I’ll leave again and you’re welcome to come with me. Or you can walk away now. It’s your choice and if you really want to go you can, I won’t stop you.” The tears overflowed finally and she just let them fall, staring at him with a fierce resolve, even through her tears.

Gordon let her go and paced around the room. “Fuck, Adrienne, you have to know I love you, but we’re from two different worlds. You’re heiress to a kingdom! I’m just a glorified security guard.” He heaved a sigh and came to stop in front of her, his emotions bubbling over as well. “All I want to do is hold you and love you until our problems go away.” “I’ll take that Mr. Abbot, but you’d better not let go.” They shared another embrace and he swung her up into his arms carrying her to bed, just as he had done the first time.

Adrienne kissed Gordon softly, a promise of more to come and snuggled against him. They lay there together for a short while just enjoying the feel of one another before the flame of their passion engulfed them both. Shared kisses became feverish and hot, she nipped at his bottom lip gently, then kissed it better. His hands roamed her body tracing all the curves that he knew so well. Gordon’s head dipped down to kiss the valley between Adrienne’s breasts, “Mmmm more please. I want to feel you lips all over.” Gordon continued his kisses and also began to nibble and suck in different places making her giggle and squirm beneath him. He planted a kiss on the inside of her thigh, inhaling her scent, “I need you Adrienne.” “I need you too…please.” Gordon planted another quick kiss against her leg and slid up the bed where Adrienne grabbed his shoulders and pushed as she herself moved up on the bed. Gordon ended up flat on his back laughing at her insistence until she silenced him by sliding her body onto his cock.

His hips thrust upward as hers shifted and they both moaned at the sensation. Never one to be passive Gordon grabbed her hips hard enough to leave marks and held onto her as they moved together. It took no time at all before Adrienne gasped and he felt her orgasm roll through her body. His hips kept moving and her orgasm didn’t stop, just tipped into the next and the one after that. She was biting her lip to keep from crying out and the look on her face was too much. Gordon thrust once more before he came, holding her still against his body, letting her feel ever twitch and movement inside of her. After a long night of loving the pair fell asleep tangling in each other again. Morning and a hard conversation would come soon enough.

Wicked Wednesday – 304 – (A Guard and His Princess…Again)

 

Several months and many arguments later, Adrienne’s father agreed that while she was a princess and would be required to act as such, she was free to live her life as she saw fit provided she brought no shame to them or theirs. Her duties were few and she often conducted them in her own unique ways that only endeared her to people the world over. It seemed that her disappearance and subsequent reappearance was taken in stride and despite the gossip rags best speculations, nothing was ever released on the matter.

Gordon Abbot returned to his duties as just another guard, albeit one with a knack for finding missing objects. He spoke to no one about his time with the Princess. He still saw her from time to time, her hair back to its natural mahogany shade, her blue eyes seemingly happy, but they did not speak. Oh how he wanted to though, just to whisper “Hello, Kitten.” as they passed one another in a hallway. He wondered what she would do if he did it. How she would react. Would it stop her in her tracks? Would she blush remembering the time they shared together? Or would she just move on? That last question was part of what kept him quiet, between that and propriety he knew he wouldn’t say a word. But oh how he missed her.

Adrienne missed him as well. She found herself wishing she knew where he lived when he wasn’t working. She wondered if she could find out, could reach him without the whole palace finding out; casual dalliances would be somewhat unseemly even for the headstrong and willful princess that she was. She cried herself to sleep many nights, wondering what could have been.

Until, once again, fate and circumstance threw Adrienne and Gordon together. She would be going abroad, this time for diplomatic reasons, but after her last disappearance her father decided that having a bodyguard to keep her in check was a good idea and who better than the one who had brought her home to him. Both of them wondered what this trip might hold. They were stiff and formal in front of her family as they left, but once on the plane, the pair began to relax. Slowly they began to chat and Gordon explained more of the backstory behind the trafficking ring she’d found herself caught up in. She found the details to be incredibly terrifying and hoped aloud that she never ended up in a situation like that again. “Not on my watch Princess.” And they were both reminded of what had happened just after he called her that for the very first time.

Suddenly she leaned into him and dared to kiss the side of his neck and along his jawline. Gordon’s eyes closed and his voice was dangerously soft, “You really shouldn’t do that Princess.” “Are you going to stop me?” In response he turned his head towards her and found her lips hotly, urgently, the pent up passion of many months bubbling over. They spent the rest of the plane ride holding on to one another, sharing kisses and touches, and talking about the months previous. He laughed when he realized she was wearing those damn boots again. When the pilot announced they would be landing they pulled apart, reluctantly, and Adrienne smoothed her hair and reapplied lipstick that had long ago been kissed off. She became every inch the polished princess once more. And Gordon tried to push the image of her in nothing but her boots out of his mind.
The landing and trip to the hotel was uneventful, her initial diplomatic meetings bored her, but were quite successful, and she couldn’t wait to finally unwind and relax, hopefully in Gordon’s arms. They hadn’t spoken in hours, except for very cursory exchanges in public and wouldn’t be able to speak freely until Gordon had her safely ensconced in the hotel where the entire top suite was hers for the trip. Upon their arrival he insisted upon searching the entire suite for anything amiss and finally agreed with the impatient Adrienne that nothing was out of place.

Then and only then were they free once more. Adrienne had no idea just how Gordon would react to her actions so before he could even think to stop her she was nude save a tiny thong and barely there bra. She gave a little spin on her tip toes and then stood facing him, her chin lifted in the slightest of challenges. Gordon stared for a long moment before crossing the room to crush her in his embrace. Their lips met again, no less hungry than before and soon he he had stripped of the tiny encumbrances she wore before stopping to remove his own clothes. They fell into bed together and Gordon quickly found himself between her thighs tasting her the way a starving man first tastes food. She writhed beneath him, tangling her hands in his hair and cried out as she came for him. He slid up the bed now and pressing his weight into her, spoke, “Do you want me to fuck you Princess?” “Please fuck me, Sir.” Her voice was soft, but not meek, and there was a sparkle in her eyes that he loved to see. It was something he hadn’t seen in her at all until they were back together.

So he fucked her. Gently at first, teasing her, moving slowly and deliberately while she clung to his shoulders and begged him for more. “That’s right Kitten. Beg for me.” And with his words he felt her body spasm uncontrollably, but not quite reach that peak; that was when he drove his cock inside of her as she begged him to fuck her. Her pretty pussy didn’t want to let go of him and she was gasping for breath. He growled and tangled his fingers in her hair tilting her head back to kiss her neck and shoulders before pulling her back to look at him. “Come for me.” Adrienne cried out his name as she did.

He spanked her til her ass was on fire, she sucked him off. They fucked again and he took her ass while she fingered herself. They played the night away until, finally, exhausted they fell asleep again tangled in each other. Adrienne’s last coherent thought was that if doing this felt so right and was so good then why was it wrong? Just as his eyes closed Gordon wondered if he should tell her that he loved her.

Wicked Wednesday 299 – Pirates – (A Valuable Treasure)

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

 

Gordon slipped onto the yacht, his tuxedo a perfect fit and nary a hair out of place. He scanned the room for his mark and found hear easily, dressed in black leather straps, a mini skirt, and matching boots. The outfit left little to the imagination. Now how to get her away from her handler. That seemed easy enough as Gordon watched the younger man eyeing several other women like meat. He walked over and indicated he’d watch the woman for him if he wanted to go look. The younger man agreed and walked away with a swagger. Gordon shook his head at all the leather and leashes around him. These crazy charity auctions were so overdone. He doubted most people in the room could even tell a flogger from a tawse.

Quickly Gordon grabbed her arm and propelled her though the room, “Hey where are we…?” “Hush, I’ll explain later, but right now you’ll be safer with me Princess.” Her eyes widened. No one was supposed to know who she was anymore, she’d dyed her hair and changed her name and done her best to hide from the prying eyes of society.

Before anyone had noticed the missing woman she was gone, whisked away by this handsome stranger, they were in a secluded room at the back of the ship. It was full of all sorts of delightful instruments of the best kind of torture and the young woman gave an involuntary moan and the sight and smell of everything. Gordon chuckled softly at her response and whispered softly, “Want to play?” She spun to face him, “I don’t even know your name.” “Gordon. Gordon Abbot.” “And just what makes you think I want to play, Mr. Abbot?” Her voice wasn’t quite steady. “Well, the noise you made just now was a pretty good clue. And your breathing has accelerated as well, not to mention the sound of your voice. All of those things suggest excitement. So, shall we have some fun before I whisk you away?” He issued the challenge with a glint of humor in his eyes, never expecting the leather skirted young woman in knee high boots, and a top that was more strap than top would slowly kneel in front of him.

Gordon smiled down at her, leering just a bit and ran his fingers through her dirty blonde hair. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you Princess.” “Yes Sir.” Her voice had lost some of the breathiness it had held before to be strong and sure and he realized she was a very confident young woman. Far different from the shy, retiring girl who had run away several years ago. “Up. And strip. Leave the boots.” Adrienne complied as quickly as she could muttering her annoyance at the strappy top she had worn. Gordon laughed and took pity on her, helping to untangle her from the top. And there she stood, naked and proud her chin lifted, but her eyes cast down, Gordon’s perfect image of a submissive. And he knew he was in too deep already.

He walked around her his hand tracing around her waist gently. He pulled her back against him and told her in no uncertain terms that she would come for him, until he was done with her. She could feel his erection against her ass and dared to wiggled against him which earned her a smack that was mostly noise. Around them in other rooms they could hear the muffled sounds of pleasure and it would only serve to enhance their own. He swatted her other ass cheek just as noisily and walked over to the wall, looking for specific things. First a wartenberg wheel, followed by a blindfold, but he ignored the spanking instruments for now. He didn’t think they’d have time for a proper spanking. Hell, they didn’t really have the time for this, but it was just too tempting.

Gordon blindfolded Adrienne and tickled her sides gently making her giggle. Her laugh was infectious and he chuckled as well. Then he leaned her forward and ran the wheel up her back, first on one side of her spine then the other. She arched into it and it was clear she enjoyed the sensations. He kept running it along her skin, varying the pressure and placement before eventually abandoning it in favor of using his own hands to touch her. Reaching around her body he palmed her breasts and pinched at her nipples hard at first then easing the pressure into something softer. She moaned under his hands and twisted against him. Gordon smiled as he could smell her sex and jerked her body against his with his sharp words. “Come. Now.” And Adrienne shuddered as her body responded to the commanding tone and the sensations that had threatened to overwhelm her. Gordon’s fingers found her clit and rubbed gently drawing out her pleasure and ready to take his own. But he wasn’t done with her yet.

His strong fingers stroked her vulva before delving gently into her cunt. She whimpered as he pulled his finger away and she listened to him suck her juices from his fingers. He whispered in her ear, “You taste good.” And his two fingers dove back into her body curling upward hard against her and Adrienne moaned for him. Her wetness drenched his hand and he grinned to himself. “I didn’t tell you to come for me Princess. But it’s OK. I like it when you do. Now do it again,” he insisted as his fingers moved inside of her. And she did.

This time when he pulled his fingers away he traced them against her lips and she opened her mouth to suck them clean, enjoying the taste of her own cunt. She fairly purred against his skin and it was his turn to make a low noise in the back of his throat. Quickly he shed his pants, not worrying about the rest of his clothing. He knew time was running out to get the Princess off the boat. He bent her over and his cock teased her slit before sliding into a warm home inside of her and she gasped, tightening around him and coming hard as she had yet, nearly causing him to spend himself then and there. “Princess, if you do that again you’re gonna make me come too. Would you like that?” “Yes,” she hissed and squeezed him again. He swore softly and began to fuck her hard and fast now, not wanting to wait any longer. Her body shook under the weight of his onslaught and she would find bruises on her hips later.

With a high pitched squeal she orgasmed again and her cunt muscles fluttered and squeezed at his cock as hard as they possibly could. He gave one, two more strokes, then slammed himself against her as he came, filling her with warmth. They rested together for a moment, both breathless before he pulled away from her and stood up, grabbing a couple of towels for them to clean up. He was all business again. “Get dressed. We have to go.”

Ava’s Adventures

Ava dared to look up, peering at the group of men around her. She realized that there were easily eight or ten people, not counting David and she knew that he expected her to service them all, preferably more than once until they were well satisfied. She sat back on her knees gracefully and gave the collective group a naughty little smile. “So, who gets to go first?”

Suddenly the room was abuzz with conversation as each man tried to reason with the others why he should be allowed first until David stepped in. “Perhaps we should draw straws? Short straw goes first. I’ll be right back.” He returned in moments with a handful of straws and held them out. Everyone drew and the lucky winner happened to be standing right next to Ava. The man gave a leer as he unzipped his pants and she knew what he wanted from her. Her pink tongue darted from her mouth, licking the tip of his dick and he ran his fingers through her dark hair. She kept licking around the head, sometimes stopping to suck just that much of him into her mouth and roll her tongue around. He finally groaned and pulled her closer to him by her hair. She sputtered for only a second as she took his dick deeper into her mouth and began to bob up and down quickly. It took only moments for the older man to throw his head back as he blasted a load of come down Ava’s throat. His grip on her hair was almost painful and she whimpered softly, causing David to intervene and extract his friend’s hand from her hair. David gave her a gentle pet and she smiled at him, proud that she was stretching her boundaries and showing him how good she could be.

While Ava had been giving her first of many blowjobs of the evening the rest of the men had sorted themselves out to wait their turn as they chatted and sipped drink, watching Ava the entire time. A tall fair haired man with brown eyes came next and as he rolled a condom over himself Ava leaned forward over the sofa and wiggled her ass at him. He smacked it causing her t wiggle more and so he smacked the other cheek. Her giggle turned into a gasp as she felt his dick slide into her pussy gently. He was thicker than David and filled her up in a much different way. Ava’s back arched as she silently asked for more and she was given just what she wanted. This was no gentle sex. No, this was a good, hard, fucking pounding and Ava clung to the couch as her partner held her hips and fucked her as hard as he could, sometimes smacking her ass, which only made her pussy twitch and get wetter. As she tensed up just before her orgasm the man stopped and she moaned in frustration. “You’ll get yours girlie, but not until we’ve all hard ours. David’s orders.” Ava looked over at her husband and he nodded at her, smiling charmingly. “Yes, my dear, you’ll get yours, but first we get our fill.”

And Ava was passed among the men, giving blowjobs, having her pussy and her ass fucked and was treated like the pretty little slut she was. With each fuck and lick and suck and moan she grew more and more desperate to have her own orgasm. She began to beg and plead with David to let her come and he only shook his head at her as he watched his friends run a train on his wife.

After getting off every man in the room at least two or three times a piece (she lost count as the dicks blurred together), Ava collapsed in a heap near her boot blacking kit, exhausted, but still dying to have an orgasm or two or three or a whole half dozen of them. David walked over to her smiling and gave her a fierce kiss before rearranging her tired limbs in a pose that left her exposed to all. She relaxed and let him do as he pleased for a moment, her eyes closed languidly. David slid a finger into her juicy wetness and smeared it across her lips before kissing her again. “You have one last task for everyone to show them your gratitude, my dear.” Ava looked up at him, puzzled, until he pulled her favorite bullet vibrator from his pants pocket. “You’re going to make yourself come for us. We’re going to watch you shake and squirm and shudder until you’ve orgasmed so much you just can’t anymore. Now get to it.”

Ava grinned at the idea of putting on a show and sat the vibrator aside for the moment to focus on playing with her breasts and nipples. She caressed and pinched and tugged, she stroked her skin lightly as a lover might and simply let herself be lost in the sensations. Her eyes fluttered closed as one hand drifted lower past her belly and along her mound. Tracing the bare skin of her vulva, she felt her own wetness covering her all the way out to her inner thighs and sighed. A single digit dipped into her pussy and she swirled it around before raising to her mouth to taste herself. Then men in the room were utterly captivated and every one of them was wishing he could fuck her again.

She teased herself sliding a finger in and out, still tugging at her nipples and biting her lip as she stared her husband down, watching only him. That wet finger slipped up to rub her clit and she moaned softly. She was so sensitive and ready to come. Abruptly, her first orgasm came over her just from that gentle rubbing of her clit and she twitched her hips in tiny spasms. She wondered how many times they’d want to watch her orgasm, but then decided she didn’t much care as long as she got her orgasms.

Overtaken with her want and need she plunged two fingers as deep as she could into her pussy and curled her fingers. The vibrator clicked on and nearly the instant it touched her clit she came again and immediately after that again. Several orgasms rolled over her in waves and she was thrashing about on the carpet hard enough to give herself rug burn in some very tender places. Ava’s breath came in gasps and she grinned at the assembly before her, but had eyes only for David who was watching her and smiled delightedly at her performance. He came across the room, pulled her to her feet, and have her another kiss, this one gentle and loving. And then he plunged his own fingers into her pussy nearly holding her weight on his hand. “You’re not done yet. Give me another one.” With an arm wrapped around her for support he flexed three of his fingers against her body and she stiffened in his arms, a wail escaping her lips as she came harder than before. “That’s a good girl, he murmured. Now say thank you.” She couldn’t resist kissing his cheek before whispering in his ear. “Thank you, Sir.” He released her carefully and she settled near her kit on the floor watching as the men laughed and talked for a few more minutes as things began to wind down. As each one left they had a smile or a leer at her and Ava just grinned.