Oh, so today is.... (closed)

[Bevatoria]

"...you've got no shot and you know it. Los Angeles is just going to choke it all away, like they always do."

"You watch. Once we get into the playoffs we're going all the way!"

The ribbing between twenty four year old Lance and his two good buddies, Mark and Steven was somewhat rehearsed, as it was the same lines the three friends had been exchanging for years. They'd been friends ever since elementary school, and they'd always joked and teased like this; only the subject of their teases had changed. For Mark, it was his lady chasing ways and the fact he could never keep one around. For Steven, the opposite; despite his relatively good looks and easy going ways around guys, even at twenty three, he still had remarkably poor luck with the opposite gender. As far as his friends knew (and hinted at), he was still a virgin.

And for Lance, it was that he was supposedly 'whipped' by his amazingly gorgeous and tantalizing wife, Alexa. But he was out to prove them wrong. With two cases of beer, many bags of chips and other snacks, and the house to themselves for the evening, Lance had every intent on proving to them that they could party just as well as they used to be able to before he got married. Sure, he couldn't do it all of the time, but getting married was the best decision he'd ever made as far as he was concerned. They complemented each other well, and the sex...

Well, the sex was mind blowing. Even if he bragged at it without giving many details; even among his best friends, there were something you just couldn't talk about. Only hint at and make casual comments with tons of innuendo. But for tonight, with a critical game on the television and his friends at his side, fucking his wife was the last thing on his mind.

Until he opened the door to their house, anyways.

 

[Alexa2please]

Alexa had prepared everything. There was champagne chilling in a bucket by the couch, sensual music playing softly, scented candles lit all over the house, and a trail of rose petals leading from the front door. As for her, she had spent the day at the salon, making herself beautiful, a mani and pedi, and her beautiful blonde hair done, and then come home and dressed her luscious body in red silk and black lace, a corset and g string with thigh high stockings and 5" heels.

It was Valentine's Day, and she wanted it to be perfect. There were some women (and she had been one, when Lance had first started dating her) who wanted to go out on the town, get dressed up and be seen at the fanciest places around. Except, everyone did that, and it became a silly game of whose boyfriend out-romanced whose. On a day that was supposed to be about the two of them, she didn't want to spend time thinking about what would make her friends jealous. She wanted to spend the night having incredible sex.

Just thinking about what he would do when he saw her was enough to make her reach down and tease herself through the skimpy silk g string, her pussy smooth and soft, lips pouting and wet, ready for him already. She closed her eyes and brought her other hand to her breast to gently pinch her nipple through the cups of the corset, and then she heard his car pulling into the driveway, and she let out a soft moan.

Except, it sounded like more than one car door slamming. And was he talking to someone coming up the walk. Her eyes opened. The playoffs. The game. Shit. She heard the door open, and sat up, looking over the back of the couch, praying that he was alone....

 

[Bevatoria]

For as much Lance could brag about never being at a loss for words (even if Mark was the real talker in their group), the scene he saw in front of him left him speechless. The gentle lighting in the room, offset with candles deliberately placed, both for mood and for scent; the first one that hit his nostrils as he came in was vanilla (which was most definitely not a manly scent). The rose petals on the floor, subtle but still leading a trail to where he was meant to go. Soft, sensual music which kept up despite the mood clearly breaking the moment he entered the house. Although he could tell that it wasn't him who was panicking the most, even as he spoke softly.

"Oh, shit." Valentine's day. Leave it to his single friends to not notice what day it was, to offer to host, to maybe think for a second that the guy with a wife would have other things to do...but in that moment, as his mouth gaped and his eyes widened, he knew who's fault it was, as he saw his wife, peering over the edge of the couch.

He couldn't see much of her, but even her hands hinted at how she was dressed. She had wanted to doll up for him, to display herself in front of a man who had no idea what was coming. So even as the bags he was carrying all but crashed to the floor, he bounded in, forgetting everything but the one he loved, who had gotten everything ready, made herself up for him, a rising level of adrenaline coursing through his system as he bolted straight for her.

And seeing what she was wearing. "Oh, Alexa...." A corset that hugged her frame perfectly, almost too much so with how her bosom was straining against it. The G-string, hinting at the need that was apparent beneath it. And the stockings, running down her smooth legs to the heels that adorned her feet. Lance had never understood how women could wear those shoes so often, but he appreciated how it made her look. How everything made her look, seemed to blend together into making her a perfect picture of desire.

His desire. "I am so sorry, babe...." He kneeled next to the couch, quickly taking her hand and kissing it. "...I..." He wasn't sure what to say, and just looked at her, letting her respond.

Even as his friends stood dumbly by the door.

 

[Alexa2please]

Alexa could hardly believe it. Somehow, Lance had missed out on the fact that today was Valentine's Day. Despite the displays of heart shaped boxes of chocolates and roses and pink, frilly greetings cards at every grocery store, drug store, gas station and ... business of any kind, really ... he had somehow let it slip. She took a deep breath, or as deep as she could with the corset laced tight around her. Her breasts swelled against the lacy cups, and she let the breath out.

He knelt beside her, apologizing but at the same time cornering her on the couch, so she couldn't stand up without wriggling past him. There was no way that she could salvage herself from this with any kind of dignity, she realized, and her cheeks flushed hot as Mark and Steven were standing there, gaping. It wouldn't take long for them to realize that they had an opportunity to steal a peek at her. Ever since Lance had bragged about her strip teases at a backyard barbeque last summer, the two had been teasing him, playfully but incessantly, about letting them see what he was bragging about. She wouldn't even have put it past them to wind him up with the usual trash talking about sports to make him forget, but then, there is no way they could have known what she had planned.

"Lance ... what the fuck?" she whispered, her face flushing a hot red. For a moment, she didn't care. She wanted ... needed ... love, sex and affection, and she didn't care what Mark and Steven knew or saw. Just for a moment, and then she could imagine the jokes, the teasing, the two of them never letting her forget what they had seen.

"Couldn't you have at least called?" It was weak, but she wasn't sure if she was angry or embarrassed or upset. She was sure of only one thing, that she was horny as hell and she needed him. Before she knew it, her hand was on his cock, squeezing him through his jeans. She blushed even redder. So much for being angry with him, she thought.

 

[Bevatoria]

They had been bothering him about it. Lance had gotten one beer in him too many at that barbecue, and had blurted out something when Mark had bragged about a lap dance he'd gotten from a girl he'd seen. She'd 'apparently' been 18, just above the age where bragging about that kind of thing could put you in jail. Usually, Lance would've had the good sense to keep sordid details about his love life private, but something in him had made him respond. That's nothing. Alexa is the most amazing strip teaser I know. It wasn't as if they'd never seen her dress in anything sexy before - but never like this, as Lance ran his eyes up and down his beloved's body.

"Lance ... what the fuck?" She said softly, clearly embarrassed as she cheeks went to a rather alluring reddish color; complimenting what little she was wearing.

He simply stared at her silently. Dumbly. It was really bad that he'd somehow forgotten, as there was really no excuse. For as many stupid things as he'd done in their relationship (which included him getting her birthday wrong one year; a fact he'd quickly covered by making his treating her that night a 'random occurence because he loved her), this definitely took the cake.

"Couldn't you have at least called?" A little stronger that time, but she was clearly trying to figure out how to salvage the night. To say nothing of how his mind was racing at the same prospect. He felt her hand moving down, teasing his length through his pants; black jeans that he'd put on along with a black collared shirt; thank god for casual work places, he thought. He felt her squeeze him, and then thought about how he was going to try to salvage things.

Act like they weren't there. He stood up, taking Alexa's hand. "Stand up." He whispered to her, guiding her to her feet. "I want to see your body...." He drew her away from the couch, to the side of it. He stood behind her, letting his length push against his jeans...and her ass. Unwittingly putting her on display for his friends, who might have turned into statues with how they decided to watch what was happening. The air was thickening with desire and lust, and as Lance started to run his hands down from his wife's neck, feeling their gazes move along with him as he did. Displaying her in front of his dearest friends.

He touched as much skin as he could; down her bare arms, feeling the heat with it, her reaction to his touch. Caressing her hands before moving to her corset; purposefully avoiding her breasts purposefully. Teasing the line of skin between corset and g-string, pinching her stomach just a little before her hands found the globes of her ass. Squeezing them just a little as he kissed her neck, knowing how she seemed to enjoy that as he whispered.

"I don't care if they see. I want you this much...." His voice was hoarse, dark as he slapped her ass playfully. "Let them see you, and how much I want you." He couldn't help but notice his tone had gained just a bit of forcefulness. He bent down, letting his fingers start to trail from the bottom of her stockings up her shapely legs. The heels framed her perfectly, and he stole a kiss at the small of her back as he moved back up her body, stopping as one hand lingered near her hip. The other twisted her head behind her as he whispered to her again.

"Show me where you want me to touch you. To treat you like the goddess you are..." She had no time time to reply as he kissed her, holding her head there just a bit roughly as he gripped her hair.

 

[Alexa2please]

There was a long, horrible moment when she could see that he didn't have any more of a clue what to do than she did. Alexa knew her husband wasn't perfect. Hell, nobody was. Everybody fucked up sometimes, but he'd always been able to handle it. He was the one who could always pull something perfect out of apparent disaster, and things couldn't be any more disastrous than this. She looked up at him, terrified by his silence and the deer-i-headlights look on his face. Her eyes misted over with tears of humiliation as he stood there helpless, and she began to sense the possibility that this was one lemon he couldn't turn into lemonade. Then he spoke.

"Stand up." His voice was soft, a whisper, but his hands were strong and sure as he guided her to her feet. She stood trembling, her face hot with shame as she felt his friends eyes on her, and he led her out from behind the couch, where they could see everything. Her lip trembled as she felt him behind her, his body pressing against her, his cock hard against her ass. She couldn't help but press back against it, a little moan escaping her lips even as a tear slid down her cheek.

*"I want to see your body...." he said, surer now. His fingers caressed her, teasing her, sending shivers of pleasure through her body, already so near the boiling point than she couldn't help grinding back against him obscenely, despite Mark and Steven standing there, gaping at her.

"I don't care if they see. I want you this much...."* She felt his hand slap her ass, making her gasp and giggle, halfway turning to face him before she really heard the words he had said. He didn't care? She stared up at him, and his face was strong and sure, smiling at her like everything was alright. For a moment, she froze.
"Let them see you, and how much I want you."*It was an order, and she flushed hotly. They were pretty ordinary most of the time, there was always give and take in their lovemaking, but she couldn't deny that it excited her when he took charge, when his need pushed him past that politeness, to where he demanded and ordered her.

"You mean...?" Her eyes were uncertain as she turned to look at him, unsure of what he meant. She reached back, undoing the strings of her corset, letting it hang loosely and then pulling it free, leaving her naked to the waist, her round, luscious breasts bouncing free, nipples stiff and aching. All she would need to do was turn again and Mark and Steven would see. And he turned her.

"Show me where you want me to touch you. To treat you like the goddess you are..."

His lips covered hers, and she felt her knees buckle. She could feel his cock pressing against her back, and his friends' eyes on her bare breasts. He was holding her up, but his kiss pushed down, and she offered no resistance, sinking to her knees, eager to taste him. If they wanted to watch, she didn't give a damn anymore. That thought made her whimper into his kiss. It wasn't that she didn't mind them watching.

The truth was that it excited her even more.

 

[Bevatoria]

Lance's lips pushed against hers, trying to be oblivious even as he was fully aware his friends were watching him make out with his wife, who'd just taken off of her form fitting bustier. He was amazed at how submissive she was being, and the spark lit up a new fire in him, wondering how far she'd go to prove a love for him that did not need any proving. Her lips were sweet, and he could smell the perfume that she'd put on as well. She didn't need that, either, but it warmed him that Alexa had prepared herself for him.

His hands worked her breasts on her way down, pinching her nipples and rolling them, for his friends as much as it was for her. Even as she knelt for him, her eyes looking up at him lustfully, he longed for her body back against his. To run his hands over her smooth skin, and worship her...it was almost as powerful as the urge that overcame him as he loomed over her. He loved her body, and he loved that it was His.

"You know what to do." he said softly. It was only now Lance finally heard the sound of the door closing, and he motioned to his friends. "Come on, guys. No need to watch from the bleachers, come get a front row seat to watch a pro at work." A lustful statement with a double meaning; talking about her, and about him. He didn't need to look at them to see what was happening in their pants; the way they walked proved it. Mark, as always, had a t-shirt and long shorts on, weather be damned for what his dress code was. Steven was a little more formally dressed, but he never made anyone feel awkward as he had a dressier shirt and khakis on. They'd long since discarded their shoes as they walked in to get a closer look at them.

Or, at Alexa. They probably enjoyed the sight of her mouth on his length; having made quick work of his pants and underwear. Watching her service him, not paying attention to the gasps that escaped him. Even as they were both on display, she was the one being watched. Being lusted after.

 

[Alexa2please]

She knew what to do, and she didn't hesitate. His fingers on her nipples sent such need through her that any thoughts of modesty were forgotten. She would endure whatever he wanted, as long as she could have him. In a few seconds she had opened his pants and slid them down, aong with his underwear, and he kicked them off his feet as she looked up at him, almost hypnotized by his eyes.

Her lips parted and the tip of her pink tongue flicked out to tease his cock. She held it reverently in her hand, gliding her tongue up and down the shaft, the taste of him making her almost want to weep with desire. She heard the footsteps of the others approaching and she flushed hot, ashamed that her husband would put her on display like this, humiliated that he would demand that she perform so intimately for these men. As shamed as she was, though, the worst was that she wasn't just aroused by it, but she wanted to impress them.

She wanted them to see the way she sucked Lance's cock and know that they would never get a blowjob as passionate and loving as she gave her husband. She let out a moan and slid her lips around the head of his cock, sucking hard as her tongue swirled around and around the tip. Then her tongue flattened out as she slid him in, filling her mouth with his cock and moaning with excitement. Her hips squirmed as she rubbed her thighs together, pressing them around her pussy and exciting herself even more.

She was panting like a whore as she bobbed her head up and down her husband's cock, spit dripping down her chin and over her breasts as she worked up the courage to do what she had never done before. She sucked a deep breath around his cock as she pulled back, and then pushed hard, gagging for a moment and then pushing past it, feeling his cock slide down her throat as her chin snugged up against his balls.

 

[Bevatoria]

In a way, it was almost easier for Lance to pay attention to what she was doing while they had an audience. Simply losing himself in the sensations wasn't possible now; to simply let her pleasure him would be to forget that he was being watched by his friends. Being judged even if their eyes were on is half naked wife, her breasts bobbing and mouth slurping desperately on his hardening shaft. But having to be aware of that made him focus on every little thing she was doing to him, every subtle movement. Every time he made him moan, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Her tongue, well practiced as it tormented him; Alexa had done this before, even as a part of Lance knew she'd never done *this* before. Her slight tensing near her thighs, the squirming that indicated she wanted more then just to be a giver of pleasure on this evening. The sounds of her desperately working his shaft, her mouth going up and down on it like a bobblehead. The signs of her desperation on her body, the glisten of spit and sweat on her face and tits.

To say nothing of what it was doing for Mark or Steven. Their shorts and pants showed signs of their arousal; the sight of Alexa's bobbing breasts, hardening nipples as she worked her beloved. Degrading herself just so she could pleasure him. Steven's hand was gently rubbing over the front of his shorts absentmindedly, but all Mark could do was gulp as Alexa took a deep breath, letting go of Lance's cock to steel herself for something special.

It was all Lance could do to prepare before she forced his length down her throat, past her gag. He could feel her, forcing herself to pleasure him beyond her physical limits. Lance shut his eyes in pleasure, letting out a moan. "Oh Alexa...." He felt her chin hitting him, and smirked, even as he kept his eyes shut, one hand instinctively going to be back of her head to keep him as deep as he wanted within her.

And to prepare her to get face fucked. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught Steven's hands fidgeting, reaching for her as if asking permission, and he nodded. "She loves having her breasts played with." said Lance huskily. "Don't you dear?" His eyes were aflame with lust as he continued. "Tell him what you want him to do."

It was rapidly devolving, and Lance wondered if he'd care how she responded as for the first time, he saw another man's hands all over Alexa...

 

[Alexa2please]

Lance's hands held the back of her head, and Alexa's eyes popped wide as he started to fuck her mouth. He'd never been this rough with her, this controlling, and it scared her a little. It excited her more, though, and she moaned, the sound low and muffled as his cock pumped in and out of her face, choking her mercilessly.

Too soon, he stopped. Or just soon enough, she realized, as she gasped for breath and realized she was dizzy and nearly fainting. She leaned forward, her face pressed against his hip as she panted and whimpered softly. Then she heard Lance's voice, talking. Not to her, but to his friends, and she looked up. They had moved in closer, standing on either side of her, so she could easily reach out and touch them. The thought made her blush, but not as much as what Lance was saying.

"She loves having her breasts played with. Don't you dear?"

She nodded, helplessly, her eyes looking up at Steve, seeing him staring at her breasts, wanting. She saw his hands flexing and the shape of his cock, tenting his pants as he looked down at her.

"Tell him what you want him to do," Lance said, his voice thick with lust but firm, insistent, almost threatening, and she didn't dare to disobey him.

"I ... I want you to play with my breasts," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She looked up at Lance, and shivered with excitement. He knew what she liked. Was he really telling her to say it? "I want you to pull my hair and play with my ass ... spank me ... finger my pussy ... make me be a slut."

She stopped and looked up at Lance, startled by the last thing she said. She had never admitted that particular fantasy to Lance. Hell, she'd never really admitted it to herself, but it was out now. There was no taking it back.

 

[Bevatoria]

OOC: Might've gotten Mark and Steve mixed up in my last post. I'll run with it, though...

IC:

Lance wanted to think that Steven couldn't get any harder, no matter what she said, as Mark finally over came his unusual hesitation to move in as she spoke to them. "I ... I want you to play with my breasts," Her voice was hoarse and husky as she looked at Lance hesitantly; his eyes on glowered at her Demanding the only answer she could give. Expecting her to say most of what she said. "I want you to pull my hair and play with my ass ... spank me ... finger my pussy...." It sounded like she was only asking Lance to do that. To put her on display, use her, punish her...until her last statement.

"... make me be a slut."

The spell that came over the room then made the air thick with uncertainty. Her, at having offered one of her most secret fantasies; Lance had never really suspected that Alexa had harbored such dark, lustful thoughts inside of her. To perform for him was one thing, but he gave her one last look, a silent one, as if to ask her are you sure this is what you want? There were three men in the room, lusting after Alexa's barely covered body, two of them not attached to her, and he watched her shiver under their attention. Under the desire they had for her.

The look she gave him in return - or a certain other part of his anatomy - made the decision for him. Wordlessly, he grabbed her hair again, giving her one final commanding look as he worked his cock towards her mouth again, barely giving her the time to open up before he started thrusting into her mouth again. But the effort was no longer hers - she would have to fight to make any movement towards him, as his hips and hands commanded her. His balls slapping her lips, grunts escaping him as he exerted his full force into face fucking his wife.

No. Not his wife anymore. For this night, to fulfill her fantasy...*their* fantasy...Alexa was now nothing but a slut to be used. As she had asked. And Lance would force her, with the help of his friends. Steven still looked hesitant, but Mark's hand eagerly stroked his member, and Lance nodded at him. He'd get his turn, too, and a look at Steven reassured him that he was in their plans, too, even as he backed away to simply watch the degrading scene in front of him.

But that would only be the beginning.

 

[Alexa2please]

For what seemed like hours, but was hardly enough time for her to catch a breath, everything seemed to freeze. The three of them stood around her and she looked up at Lance, too ashamed to say anything more, too afraid of his reaction to do anything but wait. There was a question in his eyes, and she gave a slight nod, anxious to please him. Whatever else came of this night, she wanted at least to know that she satisfied him.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Mark's hand start to move up and down his cock, and she blushed a hot red when she realized that he was jerking off looking at her. As humiliating as it was, she found it excited her, that she wanted him to do so much more than look and stroke himself. She couldn't see Steven, but she felt him. She felt him watching, distant and out of sight, and she felt a little tremor of fear. That only fed the fire.

When Lance grabbed her head, she surrendered to his touch. She let his cock ravage her mouth, staying relaxed as he pumped in and out of her throat, helpless to resist his lust. She wondered if he had ever fucked her pussy this hard, and she couldn't think of a time. He was so sweet, so tender, so loving, everything that she had ever asked for.

She had never dared ask for this before. She looked up at him, wondering if this had always been there, waiting for her to ask for it. Had sweet, reliable Lance always wanted to see his beautiful wife on her knees, tears streaming down her face because she was choking on his cock, spit pouring down her chin and neck, making her breasts glisten? It seemed impossible, but no more than it seemed impossible that she, Alexa, would kneel in front of him and his friends, and ask him - no, them - to use her, to fuck her mouth.

 

[Bevatoria]

It would look like to the untrained eye that all Lance was doing was pounding his wife's face with his meat. Letting her service him unwillingly, punishing her only for being honest with him about what she wanted. But he was getting so much more then just her mouth, tongue, lips, and throat around his length, his eyes quickly scanning the room as he lost himself in many different sensations. The sight of her face and tits, shining with the spit forced from her mouth by his dominance; her unable to keep herself presentable because he desired her so much. Mark's lewd display as he rubbed himself, and Lance's attempt to make him control it. Steven's blind desire for Alexa, just sitting numbly back on the chair, wondering what was in store for him on this night where it seemed like anything was possible.

The first thing for Lance was to make sure he didn't choke her. No more then he had to. He kept at her for what felt like a short time, but could have been several minutes, the sounds of her gagging, breathing, spitting, and struggling all exciting him more in ways he didn't really understand. His friends obediently looked on, Mark getting a bit impatient as he loomed over, wondering if his turn would be soon. Eventually, Lance pulled away again, a line of spit joining his member to his wife's face. A glorious mess.

But his mess.

With no sign of the love or affection he felt for her, he pulled her up to her feet. Gripping only her hair. She would've gotten up if he asked her to, or even if he hadn't, but that wasn't what she had asked for. Lance's face showed no signs of the affectionate, caring husband he was, that she wanted him to be until that night. Her words had been specific, and he intended to obey all of them.

I want you to pull my hair

He started her towards the couch, giving her ass a slap as he did. "You, too, Mark, punish that tease Alexa." Mark did hit her once, her body held something resembling straight in her five inch heels, and even at her reaction Lance shook his head. "No, that won't do." He all but shoved her over the leg of the couch, forcing her head into the cushion as he ripped her g-string from her body, not caring where it landed. "Again, Mark. Harder."

and play with my ass ... spank me

Lance wasn't looking to draw out the moment, but he let the first signs of a blush appear on Alexa's cheeks before he stopped. "Okay, that'll do it. Flip her over." Four hands and a quick pull later, she was splayed over the couch, her body lying awkwardly so her head was hanging off of one arm, and her legs spread over the other.

"Make her cum, Mark. In fact, if she orgasms before I do...." He smirked as he again roughly forced his length down her throat, her head all but hanging upside down as Mark inserted one, and then two fingers inside of her, playing with and teasing her sex.

... finger my pussy

And everything was happening in front of poor Stephen, who's cock was still tenting inside of his pants. No longer the perfect gentleman, now ogling the lady in front of him, in nothing but stocking and heels, being forced to a climax while being facefucked by her husband.

...make me be a slut.

 

[Alexa2please]

She couldn't begin to say how long he fucked her mouth. Every second she felt a nearly unbearable mix of fear and shock and shame, but all of it mixed with pleasure. Fierce, intense pleasure that made her head spin. She shivered with it, moans slipping out when her throat wasn't stuffed full of her husband's cock, and her pussy clenched, spasming with a kind of mini-orgasm that just made the ache worse. She needed him to fuck her so badly.

Him, or someone.

She let out a yelp of surprise and pain as he pulled her up by her hair, struggling to get her trembling legs under her as she looked around her for the first time since Lance started face-fucking her. Mark was jerking off a nice looking cock and looking at her with naked lust, but Steven was just sitting back and staring. Something about the way he was looking at her made her almost afraid, wondering what he was thinking, what he wanted, what he would do to her if Lance let him. She knew she would do anything he wanted tonight.

Him, or any of them.

The first spank opened her eyes and made her gasp, and then she was being dragged towards the couch. Mark followed, his hands smacking against her ass cheeks as she stumbled on her heels, and then she was face down on the cushions, the tiny g string ripped away, her pussy open, glistening and hungry for all to see. She sobbed with pleasure as the two men slapped her ass again and again, and she made no resistance as she was flipped onto her back.

Her head hung down and a cock pushed against her face. She opened her mouth, and it slipped in. She was only vaguely aware that it was her husband's. She wrapped her lips around it, groaning as he fucked her face again, helpess as someone - it must have been Mark - slid two fingers into her pussy.

It took only a few seconds. Her pussy clamped down on the fingers and her hips began to buck. She couldn't help but choke on Lance's cock as she began to cum, harder than ever before, her whole body bucking and writhing as wild, animal screams came from deep in her, muffled by the cock in her throat but not silenced completely.

 

[Bevatoria]

Lance knew Mark was good, but feeling Alexa start to wantonly spasm against his length mere seconds after his friend started fingering her made him think that something was up. Apparently she was far more turned on by everything that was going on then he had initially believed. And he'd seen her all but gushing sex. Heard her noises of begging and desire as they spanked her. Even the first few seconds, the sloppy sounds of Mark's fingers entering her, and Lance still found himself almost speechless at her wanton display of orgasming in front of all three of them. She'd completely let go of herself for the three men surrounding her.

Still, he had promised a punishment. And Lance slowed, only because his mind was racing to think of what exactly they'd need to do to her...and because her mouth and throat felt so wonderful around his length. He didn't want to wear her out quite yet. Still, the noises coming from her vibrated around his length excitedly, and he wondered if he could get them again before letting poor Stephen in on the fun.

His hands were stroking the front of his pants absentmindedly, as if such a thing could be shameful in front of the debauchery going on in front of him, a literal front row seat to two men using Alexa's body. Mark looked at Lance, who grunted while thrusting into her mouth, still giving orders. "I think she's lost her clothing privileges for the rest of the evening...maybe the rest of the week if you guys are up to it." A moment of fantasy, images for her mind to process while Mark hurriedly worked on her stockings and heels. Skimpy coverings, but still precious compared to how the guys were still covered up.

Eventually, Alexa was completely naked, the guys still mostly clothed as Mark's hands spread her thighs again. "See if you can make her come again. If you do, then we'll *really* have to punish her." Knowing that she probably had a lot of blood rushing to her head at that point, Lance looked at her, a controlling lust in his eyes. "It's your job to pleasure us. Not the other way around." It thrilled him so much to see her losing control in front of his friends like this.

Lance pulled out to let her say something, his hand still rubbing over his glistening cock. Or maybe it was to let her think she could breathe now, before he plowed his length back into her warm mouth and throat. He was so close...