Thread: The Proposition ( Mr Quixotic & Xanaphia)

Going to cum for us, whore? Mark's teeth scraped her neck and ear, nipping and kissing as he and Max's digits worked Marissa's clenching cunt and toyed with her clit. The words were crude, as were those of the other men who taunted, but designed to stimulate rather than degrade. Marissa would leave that morning, never to be seen again, but hopefully with the memory of how aroused she'd become at allowing herself to be used by a group of complete strangers burned into her psyche. That was part of the fun. It was difficult to tell who was who. One finger slipped from her drooling pussy to be replaced by another, and tongues intermittently entwined with hers. Hands, lips and teeth pinched and tweaked nipples, and her breasts shimmered from the men's wet kisses, sucks and licks Marissa's moans and pants only serving to urge them on. Rick gasped hotly against her neck when one small hand wrapped around his dick, the other did the same with his friend's, and Max teased when her muscles spasmed, and she came on his thrusting finger. Horny slut. He laughed as he withdrew his digit, and held it up, glistening with Marissa's juices, for his friends to see all the while as she jerked the two men. Or at least attempted to. Their hips pumped against her touch, needing more, however the urgency with which she was being fondled made it hard for any grip to be maintained. That soon became of little consequence, as moments later the previously shy and hesitant co-ed was on her knees at eye-level with five erect, twitching cocks, of varying length and width, begging for her attentions. Show us what you can do, baby. Come on, you cum-craving whore. Is that what you are? Mark was the lucky first, and as Marissa's lips closed around his tip, a palm slapped against Marissa's butt, and her skirt was hiked up to fully expose her swollen pussy lips and soaked slit. Damn, can't wait to fuck that tight hole Mark groaned at the feel of Marissa's velvety tongue running up his shaft as her warm mouth engulfed him, and planted his hands on the back of her head to pull her forward and take more. The action forced her body to tilt and, as it did, Dan drove two fingers into her dripping cunt from behind. Taste good? Mark's cock slipped from Marissa's mouth and the savila-moistened head tapped against her tongue. The smirk on his face soon turned into a frown as Jake took the opportunity to curl his fingers in the co-ed's hair, pull her around to face him, and slide his own throbbing meat between her lips. I thought you said she wasn't a slut. Bitch probably would've done it for nothing. More laughter as Marissa's tits were squeezed, nipples pinched, and Jake moaned in pleasure. With his eyes locked on the kneeling woman, he bit his lip, tightened his grip in her hair, and began to pump his shaft in and out of her hot mouth. More baby, take it all. As with Mark, Jakes pants and groans quickly became sounds of frustration when she was jerked away, leaving threads of spittle to hang from her lips, to pleasure the third in line. Then the fourth. Each vied with the man beside them in an effort to be the one to have Marissa's digits wrapped around their shafts, imploring her to jack them off, as she bobbed up and down on anothers cock, before they became too impatient and forced her head around to take their next turn. All, that was, except Dan, who inserted another digit, making it three, and fingered Marissa's with enough force and speed to cause the vibrator to spill from her cunt, and her entire body to rock. Want us to coat that pretty face before we fuck you? Ian's voice was hoarse, and an eyebrow raised, but Marissa wasn't allowed time to answer before his pulsing length sank back into her sweet mouth. As it did, an anonymous hand dropped to collect the buzzing toy which had fallen to the floor, ran it down between Marissa's butt cheeks, and stopped at the entrance of her pink, puckered, and yet untouched, hole.