"Why don't you find out yourself?" Alois drawled, brushing back his fluffy dark hair with one hand as he looked down at me, one eyebrow quirked playfully.
His sensuous gaze followed the movement of my fingers, pausing when he noticed my palm splayed over the evident bump in his pants. He smirked. "Your hands seem to know exactly what to look for."
"Oh yeah?" I suggested softly as I got down from the table to kneel in front of him. Flashing him a small smile, I let both my hands trail up and down his thighs while looking at him expectantly. "Why don't you give it to me then?" Letting my fingers play with with the button on his jeans, I bit my lip. "I'm kind of parched right now."
Behind me Miles chuckled. "Just give it to this little hoe, Alois." He said as I looked up to see the latter's eyes fixed on my face. They glinted a shade of dark green as they trailed over my eyes, my slightly parted mouth and down to the exposed skin of my folded legs, before flicking back to my face. I could well imagine what I looked like in his eyes.
The perfect, obedient whore, poised and waiting for him to use. It felt awfully degrading but it also gave me a thrilling feeling of empowerment, making me feel sexier than I'd ever felt before.
Besides, I couldn't exactly say that I hated the way my pussy clenched excitedly at the thought of being fucked by multiple men either. If Eric didn't have a problem with me taking different lovers, if the thought of other guys using me to get themselves off actually turned him on, and if any of this wasn't going to harm out relationship, there wasn't really a reason for me to act diffident.
I knew, in the boys' eyes, I seemed like I was the 'helpless' one, the slave to their sexual whims and fancies, the 'filthy whore' they could dirty talk to and use to fulfill their dirtiest sexual fantasies. They thought that they had established a sort of control, an unquestionable dominance over me.
And why not? It helped them get all worked up, kicked up their testosterone levels and made them feel like they owned me, only fuelling their desire further. It didn't particularly matter to them what I got out of the whole arrangement, but I was well aware of the fact that I didn't have the short end of the deal at all.
In the end, more sex only really meant more orgasms for me and which woman would ever dream of saying no to that?
Biting my lower lip slightly, I bounced softly on my knees, as if silently asking Alois to turn his attention back to me. Grazing my palm against the front of his jeans, I let my fingers teasingly squeeze his length for a couple of seconds before making quick work of his jeans and flashing him a coy look.
"Are you sure you have enough spunk to satisfy my thirst?" I raised an eyebrow, gently wrapping my palm around his girth and starting to slide it along his already semi-hard length.
Alois smirked devilishly at me as he reached down to tip up my chin. Possessively thumbing my lower lip, his green eyes glinted brightly as they intently followed the path of his thumb. His smirk grew. "You swallowing my load is long overdue, angel. You'll be surprised at how satisfied you feel after I'm done with you."
Behind me Connor chuckled. "Don't get ahead of yourself, mate. Sluts like her don't get satisfied that easily. The more you use them, the more greedy they become."
