Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Travis’s voice cut through the fog of arousal. “Hey, Devin,” he called out, his tone casual despite the lewd situation. “Mind if we get this little slut out of her dress? I want to see those tits properly.”
I froze, Dylan’s cock still in my mouth, my eyes wide with shock. Surely Devin wouldn’t allow that? I was already so uncovered, so humiliated. To be completely naked…
“Go ahead,” Devin grunted, not pausing in his vigorous thrusting into Greta. “Andrea needs to get used to being on display.”
Travis chuckled, his hands already moving to the zipper at the back of my dress. “You heard the man, sweetheart. Time to show us what you’re hiding under there.”
I whimpered around Dylan’s shaft as I felt Travis tugging at my dress. The sound of the zipper seemed unnaturally loud, even amidst the cacophony of sexual noises filling the room. Cool air hit my back as the fabric parted.
“Don’t stop sucking,” Ethan reminded me sharply. “Keep those hands moving too.”
Mortified, I forced myself to continue pleasuring the men even as Travis worked my dress down my body. I shifted awkwardly, allowing him to pull it off completely, leaving me in just my bra and the panties still bunched around my thighs.
“Damn,” Travis breathed, his eyes raking over my newly exposed flesh. “Look at those curves.”
Ethan reached out, his large hands cupping my breasts through my bra. “These tits are wasted in this thing,” he declared. “Let’s get a proper look at them.”
Before I could process what was happening, Ethan had unhooked my bra and was pulling it off. My breasts spilled free, heavy and full, my nipples hardening instantly in the cool air.
“Fuck,” Dylan groaned, his cock twitching in my mouth. “Those are even better than I imagined.”
The men’s hands were all over me then, squeezing and kneading my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples. I gasped and moaned around the cock in my mouth, overwhelmed by the sensations.
They took turns guiding my mouth from one cock to another, praising me when I did well, correcting me when I faltered. To my shame—and yet my pride, too—I found myself getting better at my obscene task.
The associates’ hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and crevice. Ethan’s large palms cupped my breasts, squeezing them together as his thumbs flicked over my hardened nipples. The sensation sent jolts of electricity straight to my core, making me moan around Travis’s cock in my mouth.
“Such perfect tits,” Ethan murmured appreciatively. “So full and soft.” He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. The mixture of pleasure and pain made me squirm.
Meanwhile, Dylan’s hand had found its way between my thighs. His fingers traced along my slick folds, teasing my entrance before moving up to circle my clit. I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily against his touch.
“So wet,” Dylan observed, his voice low. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Andrea? Being used like a little slut?”
I wanted to deny it, to hold onto some shred of dignity. But my body betrayed me, pressing eagerly into his touch. His fingers pushed deeper inside me.
Travis used his grip on the back of my head to keep my head in place so he could thrust between my lips exactly as he pleased.
“That’s it, take it all,” he grunted, burying my nose in his wiry pubic curls.
Dylan and Ethan didn’t remain idle. They moved to either side of me, their cocks level with my face. Without being told, I took their members into my hands.
From across the room, I heard Devin’s voice, gruff with exertion. “Time for that little anus of yours,” he told Greta. “Spread those cheeks nice and wide now.”
I turned my head slightly, Dylan’s cock slipping from my mouth, to see Devin reaching for a small bottle on the side table. He squeezed a generous amount of clear gel onto his fingers, then began to work it into Greta’s puckered hole as she pulled her round cheeks apart.
Greta whimpered, her face a mask of mingled discomfort and need. Then I heard her cry out as, I felt sure, her husband had entered her most private place.
I felt utterly overwhelmed as the associates passed me from one to another, their rigid cocks filling my mouth in turn. My jaw ached from the unaccustomed stretch, but I did my best to please them, swirling my tongue and suckling as submissively as I could. The musky, masculine scent of their arousal filled my nostrils, making my head spin.
Travis gripped my hair tightly, guiding my movements as he thrust into my mouth. “That’s it, take it deep,” he growled. I gagged slightly as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, but forced myself to relax, breathing through my nose.
Ethan was next, his thick shaft stretching my lips wide. “Use more tongue,” he instructed gruffly. I complied, lapping at the underside of his cock as I bobbed my head.