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This is the second part of another story, you don't have to read the first part if you don't want to, but you'll miss some of the build up.
Thanks for reading, feedback is always welcome.
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I can hear the leather of your belt sliding deliberately through the loops of your pants. You're not in a rush tonight, though you are eager. Your friend's cock grazes the back of my throat just as I hear your pants hit the floor behind me. I refocus on him, sliding my tongue around the tip of his shaft as he pulls almost completely out of my mouth. His hands tangle in my hair as he grabs the back of my head and slowly starts sliding my face up and down the length of his dick. Each time he hits the back of my throat he pauses there and I give a slight moan, knowing that he'll feel the vibrations. I find my hands moving up of almost their own will, one grasping and kneading his balls as the other grabs firmly to the base of his cock. He starts to move faster, treating me more as a masturbation hole than anything. I don't mind, I love the way it feels when he slides across my tongue, and I open my mouth more to accommodate his length and vigor. I jump slightly as I feel you kneel behind me. Your hands lifting my skirt to my waist. I can feel the heat of your cock resting in the small of my back.
"Be nice to Jack," you whisper in my ear as your left hand slides into the front of my panties, "he's just getting the first one out of the way and then he'll be all about you."
My mind spins. The first one? The first what?
Just then Jack's hands pull my hair tightly. My face is slammed into his hips, my nose buried in his pubic hair. I try to cough or gasp for air, but I can't. He's gotten his dick into my throat and I can feel it pulsing. My mind clicks, of course! I move my tongue to milk his first orgasm and squeeze with my throat. It's only seconds but it feels like hours. Just as I start to worry I won't breathe again you pull me back from him with a loud *pop*.
I gasp for air as the final spurt of Jack's cum hits my tongue and lips. Your finger finds my clit, sliding over it easily with my wetness, distracting me from the dizzying force Jack just showed. I lay back against you panting both to catch my breath and because you're of my own building orgasm. Your cock twitches against my back and I try desperately to move so you can slide inside me but you keep me pinned against you on my knees on the floor. Your left hand dances expertly across my aching nub, your right arm holding me around my chest making sure I can't move away as you push me past my brink.
Wave after wave of pleasure pulses through my body. This is a new pleasure for me, a primal pleasure built off lust and indiscretion.
Jack kneels in front of me, his bare form glistening in the light from under the hotel door. I can't make out the meaning behind the expression on his face but I know I'm going to enjoy whatever he has planned.
Your hand is still making circles around my clit, though less deliberate and much softer. I want to pull away, it's too much, I'm too sensitive, but you hold me in place and slowly tease me back to wanting another round. Jack lifts my shirt over my head and stares greedily at my breasts. With one hand he quickly releases them from my bra and grasps the left one with his other. You move your right arm to hold me around my waist as Jack takes my right nipple in his mouth. I feel his teeth graze my sensitive flesh at the same time that I feel your mouth return to the back of my neck.
I want to say something, to tell you both how wonderful this feels but all I can manage is a light moan. I don't know who's hands to focus on, or who's mouth. Every inch of my body is electrified in a way I don't remember it ever feeling.