As soon as she was alone, doubt overwhelmed her yet again. The doubts surprised her because she thought she was
so
ready for this to happen. When Stacy went to the window and saw the city far below, it looked like a different world. Standing there, detached from her everyday life, she became aware that fear of the unknown was intensifying her arousal. When they got to her panties they'd see she soaked them...
Through the door Stacy heard Luke phoning the room where the men waited. "Come on up. She's ready for you."
Am I?
She wondered.
Ready or not
. She felt like her heart was going to beat from her chest.
The men arrived sooner than she expected. Stacy listened intently, trying to figure out if there were four of them, or five. Luke wouldn't tell her. When she heard Luke say, "down to your underwear gentlemen," she pictured them undressing. What were their bodies like? Briefs or boxers? Would they already be hard? Then she heard Luke say, "Here are your blindfolds." A few heartbeats later he tapped at her door and came in, closing the door behind him.
He smiled gently, "I'm sure you're going to enjoy this Stace." She nodded nervously. "They understand that the boundary is hands and mouths until you say otherwise, with no penetration by fingers."
Stacy asked, "Do they expect those limits to disappear as this goes on?"
"I told them it's not likely." He picked up her blindfold and asked, "Ready?" In response she silently turned around so he could fasten it. Then she faced him again, sightless, and surrendered her hand to be led to the main room. Luke took her hand. "Your men are standing in a circle. I'll put you in the middle so they don't stumble around the room trying to find you."
The image of blindfolded men stumbling around the room in their underwear amused Stacy but she didn't respond. Her mouth was too dry and she was unsteady on her feet.
I'm really doing this...
She couldn't see them, but felt the men's presence as Luke led her into the circle and positioned her. She stood in a heady mix of colognes and male pheromones. She waited.
They smell me too, my sex.
After what felt like a long time, she gasped softly when a man tentatively touched her back at the same moment that another man touched her upper chest. The hand on her chest wandered higher. When it reached her face his other hand joined it and she felt the blindfolded man explore her by touch. He traced her jawline to below her ears. He slid fingers into her hair and combed it back. Man hands, as powerful as they were gentle, examined all of her face by touch. When his fingers softly brushed across her lips, she surprised herself by kissing them. She flushed hot when he cradled her head in his big paws and deeper heat built within her.
Meanwhile, the man who touched her back moved his hands lower, possessively measuring the shape of her ass and wandering down her leg. After reaching her knee it rose again, inside her thigh.
The room became hot, and close with raw masculine breath.
Other men's exploring hands reached her from both sides and found her breasts. One gently squeezed her soft flesh but the other was rough, kneading tit through her blouse and pinching a nipple grown stiff. The stark difference in their attention intensified the erotic effect on Stacy. Her breath was deeper than the men's, almost panting. The man whose hand pushed against her clothed taint made a low guttural noise and Stacy knew he felt her damp heat there.
My sluttiness... revealed
. She moaned aloud when he increased his pressure and their distinctly sexual sounds stripped away what little inhibition lingered in the suite.
The hand kneading Stacy's tit excitedly began opening her blouse. The man fondling her other tit continued but lowered his free hand to palm her mons. Her hot mons. After feeling the heat, he opened her waistband, lowered the zipper and slid his hand inside, on top of her panties. He probed fleshy folds through wet lace and knew if the thin fabric wasn't there her lips would welcome him inside. Her body's craving was raw, unhidden invitation. The man behind her also slipped his hand inside to caress her ass cheeks. Then with unspoken agreement the two men pushed her pants down to her ankles. She steadied herself by reaching for the shoulders of the man in front of her, the man still holding her face. It was her first touching of any of the men. She discovered shoulders that weren't musclebound like a weightlifter's, but were surprisingly hard.
Mr Hard
, she thought.
He's tall
.
Stacy stepped free of her pants, but almost fell over when the men who pushed them down slid their hands higher and met between her legs. Two men's hands! Touching her soaked panties and fondling the folds within. Stacy hungered to push herself onto both of them. Her head rolled back, still cradled in the hands of Mr. Hard.
This whole experience began only moments earlier, when Luke positioned her in the circle of men, but she was already in sensual overload.
Gone...
from the normal that was before.
In surrender
... to the feral pull of intense physical sensation.
That's when the tit-kneader got Stacy's shirt undone enough to open her front-clasp bra. Her tits hung free and he grabbed one.
Mr. Grab
, she thought. He squeezed.
That's when the fingers between her legs pushed lace into folds and against a clit stiff as a tiny cock.
And that's when Mr. Hard kissed her while he held her face. He kissed with a searching tongue before moving his lips to her chin, her neck, finally to her heaving chest where he captured a turgid nipple in his sucking mouth. He suckled hungrily, then kissed a trail back to her mouth where he plundered with his tongue... and Stacy came. Just like that. She broke in primal rapture, with deep gasps in his mouth, with her other tit roughly gripped by Mr. Grab, and with her body shuddering on hands excitedly pushing damp fabric into wetter sex.
Stacy's legs would have given way but for Mr. Hard cradling her face even after the kiss. Then her hands moved from his shoulders to equally hard biceps, onto his forearms, and finally to his hands. Holding his hands his hands against her face, Stacy collected herself. She centered after being scattered by the unexpected orgasm.
The man who'd been gently fondling her breasts, dropped to his knees and became
Mr. Mouth.
He inhaled her lusty scent. He kissed her soaked panties before pulling them down and reaching for her with his tongue. His first lick was tentative and delicate. He savored the nectar glistening on her lips, and tongued the length between them. He felt her shiny pearl and circled it with his tongue before suckling it with gentle pulses.
Luke watched.
Stacy was disheveled and truly a woman undone, with shirt and bra open and hanging, and wet panties around her knees. Her head was rolled back, cradled by his friend, Jim, and her mouth hung open. A man was kneeling between her legs with his face inches from her quim and another was manhandling her tits, rolling her nipples, pinching, twisting and tugging on them. And the man behind her began removing his clothes.
Luke had thought Stacy would undress the men, but realized he hadn't talked with the men about that. He decided to wait for her reaction to the nudity. So far, she'd shown no hesitation and her arousal was climbing like a thunderhead on a humid summer afternoon.
Mr. Mouth began touching her with his fingers as he licked her wet folds, playing in them and manipulating the hood over her clit. The sounds escaping Stacy's open mouth told him she wanted more. Then he stopped. He stopped licking, stopped touching. In the sudden pause, Stacy's heart beat fiercely. Her breath deepened until she was almost gulping air with need for him to lick again. Her body begged in silent desperation. Mr. Mouth was in control and knew where he was taking them. When Stacy reach the apex of desire, he resumed the lightest of licks along the outer fringes of her labial petals. She trembled. Then he delicately added fingers again, already slick with her liquid. He played her.
Even as she remained trapped between the other men, her attention was only on him, kneeling where her body shamelessly wanted more.
He whispered, "Inside?"
The noise from Stacy's open mouth may have been "yes" but her clearest answer was the way she pushed herself onto his fingers. Two of them disappeared into slippery velvet and curled to her front wall. She squeezed him. He stroked her sensitive spot as his mouth enveloped her clit.
The intensity between her legs became Stacy's everything. Mr. Hard released her head and stepped back to listen to the unmistakable sounds of finger fucking, the soft lapping of a man orally ravishing a woman, and the desperate sounds coming from the woman who was far, far, out on the edge. Mr. Backside was naked and stepped into Stacy with his cock pressed against the small of her back and his hands on her hips. She felt his hot bone against her skin, then he bent his legs to rub it in the cleft of her ass cheeks like a rutting dog. In front of her, Mr. Grab also moved into Stacy and squeezed her tits to present the nipples he was sucking, one then the other then back again like he wanted both in his mouth at once. He suckled so deeply his cheeks concaved. No longer holding Mr. Hard, Stacy reached back, between her ass and Mr. Backside and felt his thrusting shaft already slippery with pre-cum. He was moving like an animal who wanted,
needed
, to mount her and she shared his animal need as if civilization's veneer had been stripped from her.
Anywhere inside me, taking me, breeding me...
Fucking me
.
