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Gabriel
The Past, June
On the TV screen, the two service academies pummel each other in a rivalry game. It means nothing to me, but I put it on because Davidson went to one of the universities.
Not that anyone’s paying attention to the sixty-inch widescreen in my living room. And while there are vintage libations to be sampled from my wet bar and plenty of gourmet appetizers set out on sterling silver trays on the cherrywood table I had brought in for today’s gathering, right now, every man in this room, six of them in total, is fixated on one sight.
One delectable, needy, hot and wanting sight.
Her eyes are covered with a strip of black silk, as they’ve been this entire gathering.
My business partners wanted to forego the masks, and so Kiersten proposed this alternative to me. With her hair styled in an upswept bun and her eyes covered, her expression is one of vulnerability but also desire.
One thing I’ve noticed is that she doesn’t like to see them. She doesn't want to know who it is who’s fucking her, and I always have to be in the room. She often searches me out and tempts me to kiss her, to tell her she’s being a good girl. I fucking love it.
This arrangement, though ... with her not seeing... it’s new for her and it has me on edge.
Laid out on the kitchen counter, a small pillow beneath her head, her hands are free, although she opts to grip the edge of the marble, but her knees are pulled up, tied with matching silk in such a way that no matter what, she’s available for every man to feast his eyes on her perfect body.
Her breasts are available for sucking and nipping, plucking and playing.
That was my idea, and a sign of trust in me that she’s allowing it. Yes, she could release herself. The knots are just bows. But she doesn’t. Instead, she listens to me when I tell her it’s time for her to play, and she answers dutifully, the blush rising up her chest to her cheeks before reaching out on the counter for the vibrator, turning it on and placing it against her clit.
“Holy Jesus, Gabriel, she’s so wet she’s fucking glistening,” Davidson says as in the background, a touchdown’s kicked. He paces in front of her, a beer in one hand, and then he cocks his head. “Does she enjoy ass play?”
It’s obvious that it turns her on when they talk about her in front of her.
It’s obvious she enjoys being used and even a little degraded.
It’s obvious she likes to be passed around like a fucking party favor.
Those are things I could never give her myself. It’s a fantasy that requires other players. And one I never realized how much I’d enjoy until she asked me for it.
“How about you tell him, my little whore?” I reply, stroking Kiersten’s hair. “Have you had your ass played with?”
“Yes Sir,” she moans, pushing the vibrator down and bringing it down to tease her folds. She pushes it in, moaning as the thick silicone penetrates her and the vibrations pulse through her.
A tumbler falls to the thickly carpeted floor with the mutter of “shit.” Some of the men laugh at him for being so damn distracted by a woman that he can’t hold on to a glass. Another one of our guests groans, and I can’t help but grin. “Look at how her tight cunt clenches even without anything in it,” I mention, and the men gather, their composure lessening.
“So, about her ass?”
“Fuck her all you want. That’s what she’s here for.” I make sure to add, “Within the rules. Isn’t that right, my needy little whore?”
“Yes Sir,” Kiersten moans as the vibrator pulses in her ass now. “I’m going to be a good little fuck toy for you and your friends.”
She smiles shyly when the men chuckle. We’ve been together eight months at this point, and I know exactly how much this turns her on.
Attention half turns back to the game, but in between plays or during commercial breaks, one or more of my friends comes over, stroking her pussy lips or pushing the vibrator in and out of her ass.
She loves it, wiggling herself temptingly whenever she hears footsteps, and the sound of her coming as Richards decides thatwhat he really needs isn’t an appetizer but to lap at her pussy is exquisite.
“You like that, my little whore?” I ask her as Richards devours her, lapping in languid licks. “Is he good?”
