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Louise stood in the middle of the living room with her heartbeat throbbing in her throat. She shifted her weight from one high-heeled shoe to the other. Come on. Her eyes glanced from the little clock on the DVD player to the bigger one on the wall that led to the kitchen. She sighed. Time is deliberately moving slow to make it worse. I know it is.

A light, warm breeze wobbled the blinds that covered the large window in front of her, and teased up goosebumps on her lower arms. She rubbed at them, her fingers trembling.

A car.

Louise raced across the floor, peeked through one of the slots, and exhaled in frustration. Her shoulders sagged and she nibbled at the fleshy pad of her bottom lip. For Christ’s sake, come on.

An icy tinge of doubt tangled itself in the muscles of her tummy, winding them tighter and tighter, until she had to swallow to fight back a knot of nausea in her throat. She sucked a deep breath. “Calm down.” Her eyes remained fixed on the visible patch of street, outside. Pleading for his vehicle to appear.

She waited, again.

The road lay empty in front of the house. Not even a taxi, or children out enjoying the last rays of the sun before it crept down behind the horizon and handed over the keys to the moon for the night shift.

Struggling to keep the heave of her bosom even, Louise made her way back over to the middle of the room. She checked her reflection in the large mirror above the fireplace. She fiddled with the straps of her pale-pink top, trying to get them to stay in the middle of her shoulders. Her nipples stiffened against the thin material as it jostled. She rubbed at one and for a split second everything seemed right. Like it reminded her of why she was doing all of this. And why it would all be worth it.

She stood in silence, brushing her fingertip against the swollen bud, imagining it to be the efforts of the stranger. The thought sent a shiver through her spine and rattled her teeth. She moaned and pulled her hand away. Soon. They’ll be here soon. And then the fun will begin.

Her breathing eased and the fluttering of her heart reduced to a semi-normal rat-a-tat. She tried to picture the men. But couldn’t. For some reason that made it more exciting. A gentle warmth spread between her thighs, and she clamped them shut to savour the tingling sensation.

A man I’ve never met before. Just for me. Her nipples became so hard they ached behind their restraints. She resisted the urge to touch them again. Not yet.

She appraised her clothing in the mirror. A low-cut top, flimsy and doing little to conceal the shape of her heaving breasts. She smiled. No bra. It would be impossible to hide that fact. And she loved it. So brazen. So unlike her in her every day life.

Arching her back a little, Louise leaned down to straighten the hem of her skirt. The blue, denim material clung to her thighs, a good few inches above her knees. Blatant. Slutty. She squirmed as another shiver fingered its way up her spine and pinched her shoulders around her neck.

Her panties dampened. The cool air of the room chilled the moisture against her skin as she moved. Part of her hoped it would be visible. When they get their first look. “Oh God. Hurry up.” She moved back to the window and gazed out through the splits in the blinds.

She froze.

In the driveway, silent, and still, her husband’s black car twinkled in the evening glow.

She reached out a hand to steady herself on the side of the sofa. “Jesus.” Her lungs deflated and she struggled to get air back into them.

The driver door swung open. Her husband stepped out, smiling with eagerness, his eyes bright and wide.

Louise watched through the blinds, her breathing ragged and uneven. She gripped the material of the sofa tighter between her fingers, as if holding a hand for reassurance. Her vision blurred and she blinked it off. “Oh my God, I’m really going to do this.” Her clitoris spasmed at the thought, but she resisted the urge to caress it.

A tall, well-built man in a suit barged his way out of the passenger seat. He stood himself up beside the car, stretched his arms toward the sky, and twisted his torso like someone cracking their bones back into shape after a twelve-hour flight.

“Very nice,” Louise said, running her gaze from his thick, athletic legs to the narrow band of his waist, and beyond to the broad expanse of his chest. The swell of his shoulders made her moan. “Very nice, indeed.”

Her heart stopped dead.

From the back door on the far side of the car, another man stepped out onto the driveway. Shorter, but stout, and boasting a fine build. He smiled at the other two men, but his lips twitched.

Nerves, perhaps? I know how he feels. Louise straightened herself up, checked her clothing again, and tried to calm the arrhythmia slapping against her ribs. She scurried through to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. It chilled her lips and throat as she gulped at it.

The front door opened.

Louise ankara moldovyalı escortlar wiped her mouth, fiddled with the straps of her top, and stood tall on her heels. She wobbled, but hoped no-one would notice.

“Louise?”

“In here.” She inhaled a deep, long breath, closed her eyes for a second, and prepared to face the night.

She moved toward the centre of theliving room.

“Hi,” the tall man said, running his eyes around the furniture and walls. He wrung his hands together, and swallowed a little too hard.

“Hello,” Louise said. She was shocked her voice didn’t crumble into a terrified squeak. But, somehow, it didn’t. Her hands trembled against her sides, and her legs wavered like a paper boat in a stream of rainwater.

“This is Graham,” her husband said, pointing at the larger man. “And this is Phil.” He nodded at the other man, who stood next to him.

“Hi Graham. Hi Phil.” She tried not to be too obvious with the daggers in her eyes, toward her husband. You git. We agreed on one other man. She forced a smile through the tautness of her lips, and reached out a hand to greet her guests.

The door closed.

How? Louise bent her neck around the people in the living room and glared through to the hallway at the front of the house. She struggled to stifle a sigh as she spotted another man. For fuck’s sake. How many did you invite? She turned back to her husband, scrunching her hands into fists and wishing she could tell him exactly what she wanted to say. Daniel, you complete bastard.

“Right that’s everyone,” Daniel grinned. He chuckled a little, meeting her eyes as he did so. As if daring her to react. She didn’t. He pointed at the furniture and invited the guests to sit down and make themselves comfortable.

“Would you boys like a drink?” Louise shuffled herself into the role of hostess, to keep her from cracking under the pressure.

“Beers all around?” Daniel glanced at each of the men in turn, and they nodded at him.

“Beer it is,” Louise said. She hurried off and made herself busy. Bastard. She filled a tray with opened Budweiser bottles, empty glasses, and the whole thing rattled as she tried to carry it back in. You asshole. She gritted her teeth and flashed her best smile, in a bid to stop herself from mouthing it at him.

The men accepted their drinks, sipped at them, and grinned at each other with awkward eyes that jittered around the room like wayward marbles.

Daniel seemed to be the most at ease. He drank his beer without a worry in the world, his smile steady and everlasting. Louise glared at him before returning to the kitchen to pour herself something a little stronger. She filled a glass with vodka and lemonade, gulped it down in two goes, and topped it up again. Right. I can do this. I hope.

She walked into the living room and stood in the corner by the door. The men stole glances at her, and although it made her feel a tad uncomfortable, some part of her enjoyed it. She knew what they wanted. What they were going to do to her. And it excited her. She squeezed her thighs together and sighed into the tumbler.

“Anyone have anything to say before we get started?” Daniel stood up and turned his head to face each person, one by one. “No? Are you sure?” He watched again.

Jesus. Not so fast. Louise finished her second drink. Her vision blurred a little and she closed her eyes for a few short seconds. I want to do this. I do. She opened them again, smiled at her husband who stood over her with an excited grin gleaming in his eyes and tugging the corners of his mouth almost into his hairline below his ears. I’m going to do it. I’m going to love it. She chuckled and nodded her head.

“How are we going to do this?” The last man to enter the house sat down his beverage, and waited for an answer.

“This is Barry, by the way,” Daniel said, pointing at him with what little remained of his beer swishing around the glass with the movement of his hand.

“Hello Barry,” Louise said. Her voice came out of her mouth timid and vulnerable. She coughed and sipped from the empty glass.

Barry nodded, his emotions hard to read. He turned his attentions back to Daniel, opening his eyes a little, as if to remind him of the question.

“I’m not sure, really.” For the first time since returning with the car, he didn’t sound in charge. He broke off into a half-hearted mumble.

Louise sprang upright. She saw her moment. Her nipples ached and the warmth between her legs soared into a pleasurable tingle as she crossed the carpet on her wobbling heels. She placed her glass on the fireplace and turned to face the men lined up on the sofa. The buzz of the alcohol worked its way through her veins and eased the jangling of her nerves somewhere in her brain. She took advantage of the mental dulling.

“Get your cocks out.”

Daniel almost choked. He watched her with an open mouth, his eyes looking like they might spill from the sockets and dangle ankara ukraynalı escortlar over his cheeks.

Louise loved his reaction. Her heart pumped faster and harder, and she stood taller as the adrenalin pumped through her.

Two of the other men jumped to their feet.

Phil tugged his trousers and underwear down to a heap around his shoes, and wrapped his hand around the shaft of his cock. He squeezed and pulled at it until it filled up a bit, and protruded from his pubic bush, a good, thick, seven inches or so. He purveyed his work with an eager eye and pursed lips.

Graham undressed his top half first. He yanked his jacket from his shoulders, and scuffled with the sleeves of his sweatshirt, almost ripping the fabric as he rid his limbs of it.

Louise watched them, a gentle sway in her hips as the intoxication of the vodka caressed her senses and worked out a few of the nervous knots in her psyche. She yearned to drop to her knees and start using her mouth. Patience is a virtue. She smiled and held back.

Barry moved slower. He kicked off his shoes while still seated, before standing up to remove his trousers. He pulled off his jumper, and the t-shirt below, to reveal a rugged, masculine chest, covered in a thin covering of hair.

Louise imagined twiddling her fingers in the hairs as she rode him. She gazed at the front of his underwear, not sure what to expect from within the tight, restraining fabric that held back a bulge.

He pushed his briefs down over his thighs, stepped out of them, and threw them on top of his discarded trousers.

Wow. Louise parted her lips just a little, licked at them, and stroked her hip with dreamy fingers. Fully hard, too. She nudged her feet toward the men. Little more than half a step. Her breathing hissed in her throat, and heaved her chest to and fro like like the lungs of an accordion. She inhaled, deep. Without a second to doubt her instincts, she dropped to her knees and shuffled herself closer to the strangers.

Daniel moaned somewhere in the background. Louise didn’t turn back to face him.

Graham revealed himself as the most eager of the bunch. He reached a hand out to the back of Louise’s head, wound his fingers into the loose curls of her long, blonde hair, and pulled her face onto his rigid erection.

She gasped a little at his forwardness, but it thrilled her and she sucked the hard flesh between her lips and worked her tongue over the shaft. The salty taste lingered on her tongue. She gulped it deeper, until the bulbous tip nudged at her throat.

“That’s it, suck it good, darlin’.” Barry moved himself to her side, just within her line of sight, his paw-like hand gripped around the fat base of his cock and working it back and forth.

She pulled her head back a little, wriggled and flicked her tongue around the mushroom-like ridge, and to the sensitive underside of Graham’s erection. Her senses swirled and she grew dizzy from the excitement. Like a slut. She crammed pretty much the whole thing back into her mouth and held it as deep as she could, for a few, breathless seconds.

A hand found its way to her shoulder, and just stayed there.

She tried to turn enough to see it, but Graham kept a tight hold of her head. She continued to slurp, suck, lick, and savour his pretty average sized cock. Enjoying every solid inch of it.

“Suck it like the dirty little slut you are.” Daniel’s voice whispered the words into her ear. She gasped around the flesh in her mouth, and her pussy twitched at the very idea. A dirty little slut. Her hands moved up to massage at Graham’s balls, kneading them like an expert, as she forced her mouth down to brush against her knuckles.

Graham groaned, applied a little pressure to her hair, and pulled her face from his body. “Not yet.” He stepped out of the way to let someone else in.

Phil barged into the empty space. He thrust his cock toward her mouth, pinching it at the base to keep it in good shape.

Louise allowed it to prod between her lips. She struggled to breath around the fat shaft, and had to snuffle through her nostrils for air. She reached her arms around his waist, grabbed at his bare ass, and pulled him tighter against her.

“Take it in your throat, sweetheart.” Daniel crackled the words through his heavy breathing. He kept his hand on his wife’s shoulder, as if for reassurance.

Louise didn’t need to be told. She was lost in the moment, anyway.

Her eyes grew dry as she gaped them, forcing the big cock deeper and deeper. She gagged, spluttered, and regained her composure. It didn’t put her off one bit. She gulped the head toward her tonsils again.

Barry stepped closer.

He pushed a hand down her top and massaged the fleshy orb of her right breast. Her nipple, already stiff, pressed against his palm and begged for a better release. “Harder,” she whimpered around the stiff cock lodged in her mouth. It came out as a muffled grumble, and she heaved sincan minyon tipli escortlar her chest into the other man’s touch.

“That’s it. Squeeze those big tits,” Daniel said, his voice squeaky with excitement. He yanked a strap from her shoulder and kept tugging until her breasts flopped free of the material.

Louise sighed as the air of the room caressed her naked flesh. Exposed. Like a whore. Her pussy dampened her panties, so sensitive that brushing against her underwear almost brought her to orgasm. She chased it by grinding her hips.

Barry used both hands. He clutched at her tits, squeezing them in his big mitts. “Oh, yeah,” he rasped, pinching at one erect nipple.

Louise gasped at the roughness of his attentions. Her entire chest burned as if smitten with a fever. She pulled her mouth off the engorged cock, teased the tip with the wriggling tip of her tongue, and masturbated it with one hand. “Yours now,” she said, her voice almost husky with desire, as she glared right up into Barry’s eyes.

He took his time. No rush at all in his movements. He gripped the base of his erection, kneaded it a few times to get it back to full hardness, and stepped in to let it bob in front of Louise’s face.

She kept working at Phil’s cock, pushing and pulling it, savouring the way it throbbed and twitched in her tight grasp.

“Suck it,” Daniel said, his hand still resting on her bare shoulder. Louise could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, and having him watch her so close excited her all the more. She squirmed her hips and moved one arm down between her legs. Her fingers pressed against her skirt and stroked at her wanton mound.

Barry rubbed the tip of his cock around her mouth, teasing her with it. She cooed and moaned as tried to suck it inside. The hot, bulbous head left a slick trail across her cheek as he wiped it over her features. She twisted her neck one way, then the other, in a bid to trick him. It worked. She captured the beast between her lips and bobbed up and down on it, not wanting it to ever get back out.

Daniel brushed her hair back from her face, held it behind her head.

Louise closed her eyes, but she sensed her husband’s frenzied glare on her. She didn’t need to look. This was his dream as much as it was hers. More so, if anything. She wanted to please him. To please herself. To please everyone in the room.

Her mouth worked faster, harder, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth as she did her best to peel them back and forth on the huge shaft that stretched her jaws to their limit. She moved her fingers down under the hem of her skirt. Stroked at one inner thigh. Higher. She touched the edge of her panties. Her moist panties. The sensation electrified her senses.

She gagged. Barry reached behind her shoulders and thrust himself deeper into her throat. She convulsed, shivered, almost vomited.

Daniel held her hair like a ponytail at the back of her head, tugging it.

The mixture of force and pain served to give her a heady rush. Her veins throbbed with adrenaline. She allowed the much taller man to fuck her face, doing her best to control the spasms in her vulnerable throat.

Such a dirty little slut. She imagined her husband calling her it in the aftermath. Just the two of them, alone, reminiscing. Celebrating. Making love in the glory. Her pussy pulsated between her thighs. She delved a finger under the leg-band of her panties, found the soaked folds of her sex, and probed between them with a breathless gasp.

Barry stopped. He pulled his rigid cock from her, without a word of apology.

Louise sat there in shock. She watched him with pleading eyes. Nothing. He didn’t even acknowledge her.

“On her face.” Daniel walked into her view. He grinned, ear-to-ear. Like the whole thing had been his plan all along. “All three of you. Spunk on her face.”

The men continued to stroke at their cocks, keeping them stiff, and swollen.

Louise smiled.

The idea made her heart slam against her chest, and rustled up a swarm of excited butterflies in her tummy. She sucked a deep breath, savoured the erections being worked so close in front of her, and dared to press her thumb against her clitoris. It almost exploded. She writhed on her knees, teetered, reached out her spare arm for balance. Wave after wave of pleasure seeped through her body. She moaned, whined and grunted as overwhelming tingles spiralled from the depths of her pussy up through her spine and into her very brain stem. Her eyes rolled in her skull, making it impossible for her to see anything, even as she fought to keep them open.

Daniel held her tight in place. He chuckled into her ear, his own erection pressing into the back of her neck, through his trousers.

Louise found some control again. She eyed the glistening cocks, one by one, able to remember the individual taste of each. Part of her wanted to get them back into her mouth again. But she’d proven herself. I did it. I was able to do it, and even better than that, I fucking enjoyed it. She managed a smile through her still twitching lips, and pushed her face forward a little.

“Let her have it, boys.” Daniel’s voice bubbled with joy. A little too much joy, for a mere spectator. But it sure didn’t deter him in the least.

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