Will it work?
I guess it’s time to find out.
23
The den is cast in shadows, the only light a slice of yellow pouring in from the hallway, and around me, my foster brothers seem to sense that something is in the air. Maybe it’s the way that I lean into Logan’s kiss, sliding my hand underneath his shirt and over the smooth skin of his chest. He’s so warm and packed with muscle that reacts to my touch. I open my mouth to him, moaning as his tongue strokes against mine.
Is it my moan that becomes the ignition that changes everything?
Time seems to slip as they move closer, Sean’s hand running up the outside of my thigh, bunching the gray fabric of my dress with every inch. Nine of them have already seen me naked. Nine have seen me come. Only Sean and Trey are doing this for the first time, and I make a mental note that I need to make this extra special for them. They’ve waited patiently, and they should be rewarded.
I feel lips on the bare skin of my thigh as Sean bends to kiss me. Logan turns me in his arms, tugging my body until I’m straddling him. He doesn’t ask if he should pull my dress over my head, he just does it in one quick motion that has me reeling.
Behind me, there’s an audible intake of breath from around the room. I didn’t have a strapless bra to wear tonight, so I’m left wearing only a pair of sheer black panties. My instinct is to wrap my arms over my breasts, to cover myself from so many gazes, but Logan’s eyes are fixed on my face, his mouth wearing just a ghost of a smile. “You’re so pretty,” he says. “The first time I saw you on Main Street, I just had to tell you.”
Sean moves closer, his hand trailing down my spine. “I saw her first, remember?”
Logan nods, leaning in so he can kiss my neck, then lower, his warm breath hardening my nipples. “You’re meant to be ours.” When he latches on to my breast, sucking then nibbling, I arch my back, allowing my long hair to trail down. Sean’s fingers trail lower, over my ass, grazing my taint through the fabric of my panties, making me buck against Logan’s already erect cock.
“Just because you called out to her first doesn’t mean you get to keep her all to yourself,” Gordon says impatiently.
“You’ve had your turn,” Sean says.
“So has Logan.”
“I think we need to serve our queen,” Donovan says. I turn to find that someone has moved the small square table to the side of the room and spread a large brown furry blanket on the floor.
“You think queens fuck on the floor of their den,” Logan sniggers.
“You think queens have dens,” Sean laughs.
“I think I like the idea of getting served.” Logan doesn’t object when I slide off his lap and stand before turning to survey them all. There’s a crackle of electricity as their eyes rake over my body that makes me feel powerful and desired. Two weeks ago, I was a totally different person. I struggled to feel confident about my body or my sexuality. Now, things couldn’t be more different. The blanket is soft under my feet and against my legs and back as I lower myself, laying and stretching my arms above my head.
My foster brothers crowd around me like a pride of hungry lions. “Take off her panties,” Gordon says, always the first with instructions. Sean moves to kneel between my legs, his fingers finding the sheer fabric and drawing them slowly down my legs. There’s a collective sigh again as he uses his big hands to part my thighs, opening my pussy to the whole room.
I didn’t know that having so many men looking at me there would feel almost as good as a physical touch, but it does. Seconds tick past as they feast on me with their eyes. Shirts are tugged away from toned bodies, and jeans dropped to the floor. As they uncover themselves, it’s me who gets the real visual feast. So many long thick cocks to gaze at and appreciate. So many athletic bodies to kick up my arousal.
I’m so lucky.
The thought practically sings through me, and they haven’t really touched me yet. How am I going to feel after, when they’ve all had their pleasure and worked to bring me mine?
Wrecked, probably. Somewhere between fantasy and reality in oblivion experienced only by a handful of women who choose this lifestyle and succeed in making it work. Danna knows. The glow on her cheeks tells me exactly how much.
Maybe I’ll have that glow tomorrow.
“Can we touch you, Maggie?”
“Yes,” I gasp as they all inch closer. I want to watch it but I can’t. It’s just too much for me to take in. Resting my arm across my face, I sink into the darkness behind my eyelids, waiting, and there is something blissful in it. I don’t have to worry about anything. They’re going to take care of it all. A finger slides between my legs as mouths latch onto my breasts. A ghost of a kiss grazes my lips, then another from a different angle as they alternate kissing me and touching me. Hands slide over my skin, and it’s like being surrounded by a multi-handed mythical creature created for human pleasure.