Stroke Me (Body Scenes 1)

s part. This anticipation. This stillness. She wanted movement. She wanted action. She wanted the cock in her pussy and the one in her ass to thrust in and out again. She wanted to suck hard on the thick shaft in her mouth. Couldn’t stop herself from doing just that, which elicited a low hiss from Jasper.

“Jesus, Annabelle,” he groaned as his body bucked, making him sway on the harness. “You’re going to make me come.”

She would have grinned in triumph if her mouth weren’t full.

“Still, people!” Finn snapped. “Just a few seconds more.” He was completing his touch-up work. Fixing all the smudges created when Annabelle and her men had figured out their positions. Though Max’s cock was not that far in her ass, it still stretched her and made her backside tingle and sizzle. Eric had had to pull his cock out a little too, per Finn’s direction, so the piece was “balanced”. She guessed that to mean the same amount of cock could be seen on either side of her.

“All right,” Finn said, looking quite pleased with himself. He settled Annabelle’s flower headdress at the right angle and then clasped his hands together. “That’s fucking hot.” Then he walked out, leaving the four joined models to their heavy breathing and discomfort at having to stand perfectly still for two whole minutes.

Not moving an inch.

Annabelle wondered how she’d make it through this torture.

Surprisingly, the first chime came quickly. But not only did it bring relief that they were halfway through this waiting game, it also reminded Annabelle that in one more minute, she just might get everything she wanted!

Three men. One woman.

Eric and Max had fucked her good, but somewhat carefully. Getting her body used to them was part of their cautious lovemaking, she suspected. They’d also had to be cognizant of Finn’s paint job.

But after that curtain dropped in…thirty-three…thirty-two…thirty-one seconds… There’d be no need to worry about smudging the body paint!

A low moan lodged in her throat. The crowd in the club was on its feet, applauding Finn’s masterpiece, but all Annabelle could think about was finishing what she’d started with these men.

When the curtain finally fell back into place, her excitement soared. She had to release Jasper’s cock not just so he could be lowered to the stage but also because she was about to get lockjaw. She worked her mouth a little, loosening it up. Eric and Max shifted their positions, both withdrawing their cocks, disappointing Annabelle.

Were they done with her?

Jasper said, “Jesus, that was a bitch.” He slipped the wing attachment off his shoulders as he said to Annabelle, “Having my cock in your mouth for two minutes and not being able to do anything about it was just downright cruel.”

“You don’t know the half of it!” Max chimed in.

“Agreed,” Eric said, winking at Annabelle, silently telling her how difficult it’d been to be inside her and not be able to fuck her.

But Annabelle had them all beat. “You think you had it bad,” she said, feeling bold and brazen, considering she’d come this far without backing down. “Imagine how much torture I had to go through. Three cocks in me without being able to enjoy them to the fullest extent?” She eyed each man in silent invitation. “Now that’s downright cruel.”

She added a little pout for good measure.

Eric chuckled. “Poor Annabelle. Maybe we should make it up to her.”

“She did save the day by agreeing to be in the scene with us,” Max said.

“And we do have this room all to ourselves…” Jasper added.

Annabelle clamped down on her lower lip. She had no idea what Max and Jasper looked like under their paint. Had no idea what color their hair was, didn’t know if she’d even recognize them if she ran into them on the street some day. But the paint did nothing to diminish their masculinity. Their magnificent bodies, so strong and powerful. Annabelle wanted to touch them everywhere. Wanted them to touch her in return.

So she didn’t hesitate the slightest bit. Grabbed that carrot they dangled in front of her, prepared to nibble on it!

Reaching a hand out to Eric, her fingers glided over his wide chest, the muscles bunching beneath her touch. She said, “I’m ready for more.”

A true statement, evidenced by the way her cunt clenched tight and her juices started to flow. Her nipples had never softened. Were, in fact, so hard they hurt. She wanted Eric’s mouth on them, teasing them with his tongue. Sucking them between his teeth.

His head bent and his mouth pressed to hers just as Max, still standing behind her, removed her headdress. Then his hands were on her body as Eric deepened their kiss. Max squeezed her breasts and tugged gently on her nipples, sparking a fire in her belly. Eric’s hand moved between her legs, his fingers rubbing her clit with lightning-quick speed, bringing the erotic sensations back full force.

Jasper stood close enough to them that Annabelle could slide her hand over the head of his cock and down his thick shaft. She gave it several long, full strokes as Eric continued to kiss her. The hands on her body and the slight jerking of Jasper’s cock—so telling of how aroused he was—pushed Annabelle right to the edge. Eric seemed to sense how close she was, and pushed a finger into her wet cunt. Annabelle tore her mouth from his as she came, the simple attention they paid her body enough to get her off quickly.

But, of course, she wanted more. So much more.

“Fuck me,” she said, still fighting for a full breath. “All of you.”