Chapter 27: With Friends 002

“Do as he says,” you growl. I hesitate for barely a moment. “Now!” Your tone leaves no space for misinterpretation. You are not the only person I will be obeying today it seems.

I turn on the spot and continue to push the jeans over my thighs. As the waistband reaches my knees I realise the reason I was told to turn. As I bend down to pull the material over my feet I will be giving you all an unadulterated view of my ass and pussy, the thin French knickers barely covering my most intimate parts.

“Face us.” That was you this time. “You thought you could distract me, spend the day teasing me, you are that desperate for my attention. Well you little slut, it worked. You have my attention, and that of every man here. If you want to earn what you crave the most you must prove to us exactly how good of a little fucktoy you can be. Show us you are a slut worthy of being our plaything, our cum bucket. Now strip. And if we aren’t all hard by the end of it, you’ll be receiving your first punishment of the day.”

I stand for a moment, looking down at my body. I slowly run my hands up my body from my hips, letting them run past my full, round breasts, to my shoulders where I gather and lift my hair, turning my head to expose the handprint still visible around my throat. I let my hair tumble down my back, letting it send a wash of my perfume towards you all. Before inching my hands around my back to the hook of my bra.

I let my eyes follow the line of men sat on the sofa. You are directly in front of me, sat so casually, it is as though you are watching TV than a girl stripping naked in front of you. The next guy along has his hand in his trousers and is slowly rubbing his hand up and down a growing boner. Next to him is the guy that gave me my first instruction. He has opened his jeans and pulled himself free of his boxers, though his hands aren’t touching a thing. Lastly your friend is sat forwards, his eyes scanning up and down my body as though cataloguing every spot where he wants to leave a mark, deciding how he is going to use and abuse me today.

I unhook my bra and let it fall down my arms before lifting it away from my body and dropping it to the floor. My tits sit proud on my chest, round and full, my nipples rock hard. The red blush that has flushed across my chest highlights the fading bite mark you had left in my breast a few days earlier.

I hook my thumbs into my knickers, with a plan to remove those slowly, so teasingly that there is no way you are not all rock hard. My mouth watering at the thought of tasting you all. Before I could start though, your voice cuts through the tension of the room.

“Too slow, come here.”

You reach forward, grab my wrist and pull me towards you so violently I practically fall into you. Your hands grab at my hips, fingers leaving marks as they search for material to pull on. You roughly yank at my knickers, pulling them harshly down my hips, my body jerking under your ministrations. You reach up, grabbing my hair and throat and pull me forwards so I am bent at the waist over your lap.

With no warning you hand comes whistling through the air and connects with my ass. A short, sharp, painful slap. The sound resonates through the room, along with my squeal. Though I am not sure if it is born of surprise or pain. Another slap. And another.

“Have you not learnt your lesson about being a tease. You do not have the right to slow our access to you. I own you, we own you. You are a group of fuckable holes to us, never forget.” You make your point with another few hits, until I know my ass will be bright red with layered handprints. On the final hit you leave your hand on my ass, rubbing the soft, marked skin there, before gliding your hand between my legs and shoving your fingers inside my tight, soaking little pussy.

“It’s wet for us already,” you announce to the room. “The fucktoy knows to be ready.” You lean forward over me. “It’s because it’s what you want, isn’t it. To be used.”

“Mmm,” I reply.

“Use your words you stupid slut,” I hear a voice demand.

“I’m a cock hungry slut. I know my place. Please I want it. I want to be your cum bucket.”

All I hear is a chuckle in response.

My whole body starts to rock across your lap as you drive your fingers deeper into me. My mouth falls open in a silent moan, as my face is pushed further and further towards the lap of the next guy on the sofa. I see his hands come up and open his jeans, his hard on springing free and hitting my cheek. My tongue shoots out, my breaths panting, and a line of saliva falling from my tongue. He directs himself towards my open mouth, and as soon as I feel him in my mouth my lips close tightly around him. I hear the breathy moan as I immediately take him in all the way.

The movement of your fingers moves me up and down his length, whilst my tongue rolls around him, massaging. You can hear me gagging and struggling to breath as I try to take him as deep as I can. My abilities will be a reflection on you today, and I will not be letting you down.

“It’s eager to please,” your most vocal friend says.

“You can always push this one further.” You reply. You bring your free hand up, the one closest to my shoulders, curl a fist in my hair and push my head down further into the lap of your friend. His cock presses down past the back of my mouth, cutting off my air completely. I buck in your lap, struggling against my lack of air, my hands reaching out, fingers grabbing onto thin air. I feel another hand curl around my left wrist, taking control of my arm and bringing it down to their lap.

My fingers brush across the head of their cock and immediately curl around it and starting to pump. Long, twisting pumps, they become faster and more frantic as I go longer without air. I can feel tears streaming from my eyes, mixing with the slobbering mess I have already left in your friends lap.

Finally my free right hand is caught mind air and directed my a firm grip to another cock. The last person on the couch having stood up and come to stand at my shoulder. I begin to pump him straight away. My movements fast, twisting and jerking along his whole length, my thumb swiping down across his balls with every pump.

All the while your fingers haven’t stilled in me, three or sometimes four fingers stretching me to the point I think you will tear me open, whilst you watch my hands pump your friends and you hold my head pressed down over another one.

It doesn’t take long after that for the reality of my totally hopeless and helpless situation, and your touch deep inside me to have begun to turn into a building climax. Fresh wetness pools in your hand, as my throat spasms around your friend, my hands move across cocks so fast they blur, and my body begins to shake and tremble. You feel my pussy begin to twitch and spasm around you, as I buck my hips, pressing myself against you harder and trying to find friction against your jeans covered thigh for my aching clit.