I scrambled to cover myself, my face flaming with embarrassment. The two newcomers looked at me with a mix of surprise and hunger, their eyes raking over my half-nude form.
“What’s going on here, Jer?” one of them said, his voice filled with amusement.
“Sophia came to deliver our dinner. It’s just a little… extra service that she’s providing,” Jeremy said with a smug smirk.
The two men looked at each other, then at me, and broke out into laughter. “Well, don’t let us interrupt,” the taller one said, walking over to the bar and pouring himself a drink. The other one, slightly younger, took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, his eyes never leaving my body.
I felt exposed and vulnerable, but something about the situation was strangely exhilarating. Jeremy leaned down and whispered in my ear, “They’re my friends. They know the rules. If you want to stop, just say the word.” His hand slid down my back, pressing me into the sofa cushions.
The two friends had moved closer now, their eyes glinting with interest as they took in the scene. The taller one, with dark hair and piercing green eyes, took a sip of his drink, his gaze lingering on my bare breasts. The younger one, with a mischievous grin and playful brown eyes, licked his lips and leaned in. “I’m Alex, and this is Mike. Looks like we’re in for a treat tonight.”
I tried to protest, but Jeremy’s hand was still in my hair, keeping me in place. “I-I don’t know about this,” I stuttered, my heart racing as the two men approached us.
Mike, the younger one, was the first to act. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice smooth and comforting. “Just pretend we aren’t here.”
Jeremy’s grip on me tightened, and his voice was firm but gentle in my ear. “Just keep going. Pretend we’re all alone.”
He brought his cock to my mouth again, and I parted my lips, letting him slide in. The taste of him was familiar, yet the presence of the others added a new thrill. I felt the heat of Mike’s gaze as I took Jeremy deeper, my tongue swirling around the head. Alex leaned in closer, his eyes dark and intense, watching my every move.
I took a deep breath, trying to focus solely on him, blocking out the presence of Alex and Mike. The salty taste of him filled my senses, and I could feel his excitement growing.
As I pleasured Jeremy, I could hear the faint clinking of ice cubes as Alex took another sip of his drink. Mike remained quiet, his eyes burning into me, watching every move I made. Despite their nonchalant demeanour, the tension in the room was palpable, thick with desire and curiosity.
Jeremy’s hand moved from my hair to my cheek, tenderly stroking it as he whispered, “You’re doing so well, baby.” His voice was low and soothing, a stark contrast to the ragged breaths he was taking. He leaned back into the sofa, his eyes fluttering closed as he enjoyed my ministrations.
Ignoring the presence of Alex and Mike, I focused on the sensations in my mouth and the warmth of Jeremy’s cock sliding in and out. I took him deeper, trying to block out the sound of their breathing, the occasional clink of ice against glass, and the faint rustle of fabric. Jeremy’s grip on my neck tightened, guiding my movements, pushing me to be bolder, to take more of him. His hips began to buck gently, and his breathing grew heavier.
“You’re so good at this,” he murmured, his eyes still closed. “I knew you’d be perfect for this.”
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the pressure building in my own body. The wet sounds of my mouth on his cock seemed amplified in the quiet room. My hands trembled slightly as they gripped his thighs, but I pushed on, driven by a strange mix of fear and excitement. The more I focused on him, the more his friends faded into the background, becoming shadows at the edge of my vision.
Jeremy’s hand continued to stroke my cheek, his thumb occasionally brushing against my bottom lip as I bobbed my head. His other hand rested on my shoulder, the pressure a silent reminder of his control. He guided my movements, pulling me closer when he wanted more, easing me back when he was on the brink. His whispers grew more urgent, his voice a mix of pleasure and command.
Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my bare shoulder. I gasped around Jeremy’s cock, looking up to see Alex standing beside us, his hand trailing down my spine. “Mind if I join in?” he asked, his tone casual but with a hint of challenge. Jeremy’s eyes snapped open, meeting mine for a brief moment, seeking permission. I nodded hesitantly, and his smile grew wicked.
Jeremy withdrew himself from my mouth and, with surprising strength, lifted me up, his hands firmly grasping my knees and holding them apart. My back arched as I was displayed in front of him, fully exposed to his friends’ hungry gazes except for the scrap of fabric covering my pussy. The sudden change in position made me yelp in surprise and embarrassment, my cheeks burning.
“What are you doing?” I gasped urgently, trying to cover my breasts with my hands.
“Relax,” Jeremy said, his voice low and commanding. “They’re just watching.” He didn’t bother to hide his amusement as he watched me squirm.
Mike took the hint, his gaze dropping to my panties. He leaned forward, his eyes widening at the sight of my wetness seeping through the fabric. “Looks like someone’s enjoying herself; she looks like she’s really wet,” he said, his voice a low growl.
I blushed deeper, trying to ignore the way the material clung to me, outlining my arousal. “I-I’m not,” I protested, my voice shaking. But my body was betraying me, my pussy growing wetter with each passing second.
Alex’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached down to stroke the damp fabric. “Oh, but you are,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. He slid a finger under the elastic band and pulled it aside, exposing my glistening folds to the cool air and their eager stares. “What do you think, boys?”
My cheeks burned brighter than the setting sun as Mike leaned in, his breath hot against my skin. “She’s soaking wet,” he murmured, his eyes raking over my exposed pussy.
I couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through me, despite the embarrassment. The idea of being watched by these two strangers was taboo and thrilling. Jeremy’s grip on my knees tightened, keeping me open and vulnerable. His eyes never left mine, a silent question hanging in the air. Was this what I wanted? The look in his eyes was a challenge, a silent dare that sent a shiver down my spine.
With a deep, shaky breath, I nodded. Jeremy’s smile grew, and he leaned back, giving his friends a clear view. Mike was the first to act, his hand sliding up my thigh, his fingertips lightly brushing against my wetness. I gasped, my body jolting at the unexpected touch. His thumb traced circles around my clit, teasing it gently as I watched him, my eyes wide with shock and arousal.
Alex set his drink aside and approached us, his gaze intense. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He reached out and stroked my cheek, his thumb grazing my bottom lip before he leaned in and claimed my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue slid against mine, tasting me, and I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. Jeremy’s grip on my knees tightened, his hips flexing, urging me to continue my task.
I was embarrassed, my heart racing as Alex’s hand trailed down my neck, his fingers tracing the line of my collarbone before dipping into the valley between my breasts. His touch was feather-light, sending waves of pleasure through my body. The situation was spiraling out of control, but the fear of stopping was overridden by the thrill of the unknown.
Mike’s touch grew bolder, his fingers sliding through my wetness and teasing my entrance. His eyes never left mine as he watched for my reaction, a smug smile playing on his lips. The dual sensation of his touch and Alex’s kiss was overwhelming; my body responding in ways I didn’t think possible.
Alex’s kiss grew more demanding, his hand moving from my cheek to cup the back of my head, keeping me in place as he devoured my mouth. I felt his other hand slip down to my chest, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple before he pulled away. His tongue traced the path from my mouth to my neck, then lower, his hot breath causing my skin to pebble with goosebumps. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, and I moaned aloud, the sensation sending a jolt straight to my core.
Mike, not to be outdone, took the opportunity to lean in and replace his fingers with his own mouth. His tongue darted out to taste me, and the first swipe of his tongue against my clit had me jerking in Jeremy’s hold. He chuckled against my skin, his breath warm and humid as he murmured, “You taste so sweet, Sophia.” His words were like a drug, making me feel desired and wanton all at once.
Alex released my mouth, moving his attention to my breasts. His tongue circled one nipple before latching on, sucking hard. The sensation was intense, and I couldn’t help but arch my back, pushing into his mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, sending sparks of pleasure through me. Meanwhile, Mike’s tongue danced around my clit, teasing and probing until I was panting and writhing.
“Oh God,” I moaned, my hands gripping the cushions of the sofa. The two of them worked in tandem, their movements coordinated like a well-rehearsed dance. Alex switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, while Mike’s tongue grew more insistent, lapping at my clit with fervour. “You guys are…oh fuck,” I gasped as Mike’s fingers slid into my wetness, curling and stroking deep inside me.
Jeremy took advantage of my distraction, flipping me over, and placing me down on all fours, pressing my head, softly but firmly, into the sofa cushion.
Mike, the younger one, was the first to act. He knelt beside the sofa, his hand sliding up my thigh. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice smooth and comforting. “You’re going to love this.”
His fingers reached the damp fabric of my underwear, and I gasped as he pushed them aside, his thumb brushing against my clit. The pleasure was intense, and I found myself arching into his touch despite my fears. Alex watched us, his eyes hooded with lust as he set his drink aside and began to unbutton his shirt.
Mike’s hand slid down my body, his fingers delving into my wetness. He stroked me gently, teasing my entrance before sliding a finger inside. I moaned, my body tightening around him, and he chuckled darkly. “Looks like she’s already enjoying herself,” he said, looking up at Jeremy.
Jeremy nodded, his gaze intense as he watched Mike touch me. He leaned down and whispered, “Just tell us if you want more.”
My eyes met Jeremy’s, and I felt a strange sense of power in the decision. With a shaky nod, I whispered, “More.”
Alex had now removed his shirt, revealing a chest that was just as defined as Jeremy’s. He approached us with a knowing smile, his eyes locked on the spot where Mike’s finger was buried inside me. “Let me do the honour,” Alex said, his voice low and seductive.
Jeremy nodded, his eyes never leaving my face, his grip on my neck firm. “Be gentle with her,” he warned, and something in his tone made it clear that while this was all a game to them, he was in charge.
Alex took his place beside Mike, and I felt another finger slide into my already-stretched pussy. “Oh!” I exclaimed, my body jolting with surprise and pleasure as they both began to move in unison, filling me and stretching me open gently.
The sensation was intense, and my eyes rolled back in my head as they explored my depths, their digits moving in perfect harmony. The room was filled with the sounds of my gasps and moans, the wet squelch of their fingers moving in and out of me, and the occasional murmur of approval from one of the men. I felt so exposed, so used, and yet so incredibly aroused.
Jeremy’s grip on my neck remained firm, but his touch grew gentle, almost loving, as he whispered encouragements in my ear. “You’re doing so good,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “Just let go.” Jeremy kissed me again, his hand tangling in my hair as he held me still, his other hand playing with my breast.
As Alex and Mike worked in tandem below, exploring and pleasuring me, Jeremy guided his cock back to my mouth. I took him in eagerly, desperate for the familiar taste and sensation to ground me amidst the uncharted territory my body was experiencing. The feeling of being filled, both in my mouth and pussy, was dizzying, and I moaned around his length, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him.
His grip on my neck tightened, his hips rocking slightly as he began to fuck my mouth with the same rhythm as their fingers in my pussy. The three of them moved together like a well-oiled machine, their movements coordinated and precise. The pleasure was building inside me, a pressure that threatened to consume me entirely.
Mike leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “You like that, don’t you?” His voice was a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded, my mouth full of Jeremy’s cock, unable to form words.
Alex’s and Mike’s fingers moved in and out of me in a delicious dance of pleasure. They curled and stroked, hitting all the right spots, making my body quiver with desire. The room was alive with the sound of wet flesh on flesh, the scent of our arousal heavy in the air.
And then, without warning, I screamed. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me and leaving me trembling and gasping for breath. My pussy clenched around their fingers, and I squirted, my juices spraying out and soaking the floor. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt, a mix of pain and pleasure that was so intense it was almost overwhelming.
Jeremy groaned, his hips jerking as he came, filling my mouth with his hot cum. I swallowed it down, the taste of him mixing with the sweetness of my own release. Alex and Mike watched, their eyes glinting with satisfaction as they withdrew their fingers, their hands glistening with my fluids.
“Well, well,” Mike said, a smug smile playing on his lips. “It seems we’ve got a squirter on our hands.”
Alex chuckled, his hand moving to stroke my back as the tremors of pleasure continued to roll through me. “She’s definitely a keeper,” he murmured to Jeremy.
Their words didn’t fully register as I tried to catch my breath. My body felt alive, every nerve ending tingling with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life. I was acutely aware of every touch, every caress, and the sticky warmth of Jeremy’s cum in my mouth.
As my eyes focused again, I saw the hunger in Alex and Mike’s eyes, and something in me responded, a primal need to give them what they wanted. I was both terrified and exhilarated by the power I held over them, the way they watched me with rapt attention.
Alex leaned in closer, his thumb tracing the line of my spine as he whispered, “Your turn.”
