“I’m already crazy as it is,” Derek says, following Mason’s lead and stroking himself. Moving back from Parker, I just grab his hand and place it on his own cock; without further direction, he starts stroking himself as well, and I just look at the three men sitting in front of me as they touch themselves.
“What a sight,” I purr, gazing at the thirty-six inches of cock in front of me. Taking my hands to my shoulders, I push down the straps of my dress as slowly as I can, the fabric drooping over my breasts, and then I just unclasp my bra.
The cups fall down my skin smoothly, revealing both my hard nipples and the rising curve of my breasts, and I notice their eyes widening as they take in the sight of my naked chest. “Like what you’re seeing?” I ask them as I run both my hands up the side of my body and then cup my breasts, squeezing them hard and moaning as I feel my nipples against the palm of my hands.
“I fuckin’ love it,” Parker groans, his hand moving so fast over his cock that I’m almost surprised he hasn’t came yet. Of course, it’d be a shame if that were to happen; I want them all in sync, and I won’t let them come before I need them to.
Leaning to the side, my eyes on Mason, I part my lips and wrap them around his cock. He stops stroking himself then, and I drive his twelve-inches straight to the back of my throat. Sliding his cock out of my mouth, I then turn to Derek and lean toward them, using my mouth to ravage his cock as well.
I keep on doing that for a long time, jumping from cock to cock and allowing all of their flavors to blend inside my mouth. Closing my eyes, I go from man to man so fast that I can’t even tell whose cock I’m sucking right now. All I know is that they fit inside my mouth perfectly, their thickness pushing back the inside of my cheeks and filling me in the most perfect way.
“Oh, fuck,” Mason suddenly groans, and I realize that the cock I have inside my mouth belongs to him. I feel it pulse hard against my tongue and, realizing what’s about to happen, I simply take it out of my mouth and grab his shaft hard. “No, not yet,” I tell him, surprising myself at the commanding tone on my voice. “You’re not allowed to come unless I say so,” I tell them, and the expression on his face as I say it is simply priceless. I doubt he ever had a woman telling him something like this.
“First, I want you to see me,” I continue, slowly going up to my feet, careful not to bash my head against the roof of the limo. Moving my hands down the side of my body, I hook my thumbs on my dress, now bunched up around my waist; I sway my hips from side to side, allowing
the fabric to slide down my legs, and then I step out of the dress.
Now wearing my heels and lace thong, I brush the tip of my fingers against the drenched fabric of my underwear. God, I’m so wet it’s almost unbelievable.
“Now that’s a fucking sight,” Parker whispers, his hands moving steadily over his cock.
“There’s more,” I tease him, grabbing my thong and pushing it down my legs as slowly as I can. The rhythm at which they’re stroking themselves slows down as their eyes focus on my wet pussy, and I can almost see the tension building up all around us.
“Like it, huh?” I purr, moving one hand down my stomach and pressing two fingers over my clit. Pressing my free hand against the roof of the limo to steady myself, I bite on my lower lip as I play with my clit, my fingers building a rhythm of their own.
Then, feeling my knees buckle under my own weight, I kneel in front of them again. I keep on working my pussy all the same, slight moans tumbling out from between my lips as I do it. Allowing my clit a moment’s rest, I move my hand down and, without any hesitation whatsoever, I slide two fingers inside my pussy.
The moment I feel them inside me, my eyes roll in their orbits and I feel my body burning from the inside out. And still, even though my brain tells me to close my eyes, I can’t peel them off the three cocks in front of me.
I start fingering myself fast, falling into a daze as I keep on watching them stroke themselves. I don’t even know how that happens, but my fingers soon fall into the same rhythm of their hands, the four of us completely in sync.
“Oh, God,” I moan, feeling that tension build inside me as I use my thumb to press down on my clit. I work on my pussy furiously, and it doesn’t take long for me to feel my inner walls tightening around my fingers, a shot of pleasure exploding up my spine and scorching whatever thought is still floating inside of my skull. “Oh, fuck,” I groan as I come, bright lights dancing in front of my eyes.
“Jesus, you look fuckin’ perfect like that,” Parker whispers as he watches me come, and that sets me loose. I slide my fingers off my pussy fast, my juices dripping down my hand, and I just reach toward Parker’s mouth. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I slide my two fingers inside his mouth and he just sucks on them, the tip of his tongue running on the space between my fingers and taking in every last drop of my own juices.
“Now, you’re ready.” I purr as I slide my fingers out of his mouth, looking around the seat and gazing at the three of them. “I want you to come for me,” I continue, and as I say it a thought takes over my mind.
Turning to the side, I use my closed fist to tap against a drawer, and a small compartment opens up to reveal a few bottles of wine and champagne, and a set of nice looking glasses ... all of them large enough for my wicked idea to work.
“Can you fill this up for me?” I ask them with a whisper, grabbing one of the wine glasses and raising it in front of my face. I look at my reflection on the curved surface of the glass, and I grin at it. “Well, boys?”
“Fuck, how are you this sexy?” Derek asks me, and I just look at him with one raised eyebrow, that devilish grin still on my lips. I don’t even reply; I just reach for him with my free hand and, grabbing his cock, I start stroking him as hard as I can.
He doesn’t last long.
“Fuck!” he groans, his cock tensing up against my fingers. Moving fast, I position the glass right in front of it and, a fraction of a second later, thick ropes of cum start coating the glass. “Oh, fuck!” he repeats, shooting his seed into the glass. I hold his cock as he does it, my eyes widening as I see his milky cum splashing around the bottom.
“Good,” I whisper, slowly peeling my fingers off his cock. Then, I turn my attention toward Parker. He just grins at me, and I don’t need to do anything; he starts stroking himself even faster, his eyes never leaving mine, and all I have to do is position the glass in front of his cock.
“Do it,” I purr, and that does it. Parker’s cock spasms hard against his fingers, and a thick rope of cum jumps out from its tip. God knows how I manage to catch it, but I do it. Holding the glass still, I simply watch as he strokes himself into oblivion, his cum blending with Derek’s.
I gulp as I realize that the glass is well on its way to be completely filled with cum, and that just makes me want to finish the job even faster now. “Now you,” I tell Mason and, the moment the words leave my lips, he starts coming fast. His first spurt of cum flies over the glass and hits me across my breasts, painting them in white. Moving as fast as I can, I position the glass in front of him; just two spurts and the whole thing’s brimming with cum, beads of it cascading down the edge and going over my knuckles.
By the time Mason’s finished, I’m holding a wine glass completely filled with cum, its whiteness so enticing that I don’t even think: I just act on instinct. Making sure that I look at each one of them, I then bring the glass to my lips and tilt it.
I close my eyes as I feel their saltiness coating my tongue, and I just the tilt the glass further. Their cum drips onto my chin, sliding down my jaw and onto my neck. Soon enough, beads of it are making their way over the curve of my breasts and around my nipples, my skin slowly being painted in that creamy whiteness of their seed.
I keep on taking their cum into my mouth steadily, and I only stop when I can’t fit a single drop more between my lips. And then I just swallow, allowing their scent and flavor to make its way down my throat.