Chapter 152 Fill My Pussy
In my head I was the brunette with my mouth stuffed with throbbing cock, pussy stretched and pounded, surrounded by eager hard cocks ready to claim every inch of me over and over again.
The fantasy turned my breaths into desperate pants, tension coiling so tight in my belly I could barely breathe.
The guy tit-fucking the brunette arched back suddenly, shooting cum across her neck, chin, and open mouth. She licked it up like candy, her eyes still piercing mine across the room, as if silently daring me to dive in, to join the frenzy.
I added a third finger now, stretching myself wider, the delicious burn mixing with pleasure as I slammed them in and out. I was teetering on the edge, so achingly close, my legs quivering, muscles tensing, every nerve alight.
When, out of nowhere, a warm breath ghosted across my ear, sending a fresh shiver down my spine. Soft lips pressed deeply into the curve of my neck, trailing a path of slow, possessive kisses downward, teeth grazing lightly against my flushed skin as a low, rumbling voice murmured hotly against my racing pulse.
“You’ve been watching so beautifully, baby. Now let’s see how loud you scream when it’s your turn.”
I turned my head toward the warm breath on my neck, my body already a live wire from the self-fucking I'd been giving myself in that armchair.
The lips pressing into my skin were firm, insistent, and before I could even process who it was, my mouth crashed against his in a feverish kiss.
Our tongues tangled immediately in a wet, desperate dance, like I'd been starving for this exact moment. His taste was a mix of beer, salt and sin. I moaned into his mouth, my hands clawing at his shirt to pull him closer.
God, I needed more than just kisses. His hands were on my shoulders, gripping tight, but I wanted them lower, wanted them shoving aside my fingers and plunging into my dripping pussy, or I'd lose my fucking mind.
Like he could read my desperation, one rough palm slid down my body, shoving my tank top higher until my breasts spilled free. Then dipping lower, his fingers found my slick swollen folds and without warning he thrust one thick finger inside me. I gasped against his lips, my walls clenching pushing him deeper as he curled his finger just right hitting that spot that made my hips jerk off the chair.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he growled into my mouth, adding a second finger and stretching me just enough to make me whimper. “Been watching all that filthy shit out there and fingering yourself like a needy little slut, huh?”
I could only nod, grinding down on his hand, pleasure spiking through me, hot and electric, while my body ached for more.
He pulled back just enough to stand me up, his finger still buried inside me, using it like a hook to guide me. My legs wobbled, knees weak from the building orgasm I'd been chasing alone, but he steadied me with his free arm around my waist.
"Come on, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, lips brushing my ear. "Let's take this somewhere we can really play."
He slid his finger out with a wet pop, making me whine at the loss, then brought it to his mouth and sucked my juices off it with a wicked grin.
Heat flushed through me as embarrassment mixed with raw lust. He led me through the writhing bodies, and I caught flashes of the orgy. The blonde was now bent over the counter taking a new cock in her ass while sucking two more, with cum dripping down her thighs. The brunette was swapping messy cum kisses with her men.
But my focus stayed on the man steering me, his grip bruising my hip.
We slipped through a side door into a dimly lit hallway, then entered another door and I heard the click of a lock behind us.
The room was a pervert’s dream. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, reflecting every angle of the space, but more importantly, they were one-way, because through them, I could see the orgy continuing—bodies slamming together, cocks sliding in and out of slick holes, boobs bouncing, asses clenching. But the sound was muffled completely, like we were in a soundproof bubble, the thumping bass reduced to a faint vibration. It was like watching the world’s dirtiest movie on a big screen.
And there, in the center of the room, on a massive king-sized bed was a second guy. He was laying naked on scattered pillows, his body toned and tanned, cock already rigid on a nest of trimmed hair. He stroked himself lazily, hand wrapped around the thick base, pumping up and down the veiny shaft in slow, deliberate strokes that made pre-cum bead at the tip and smear under his thumb.
He looked up as we entered with a predatory glint in his eye.
“Took you long enough,” he drawled, his eyes locking onto me. “Been stroking to the thought of breaking in the new girl.”
“Let’s see what this fresh little slut can do,” the first guy said, turning to me.