Thread: The Proposition ( Mr Quixotic & Xanaphia)

Jake thought he could feel it. A lessening of Marissa's inhibitions as he ground his cock against her ass, and cupped her breasts in his palms. Was it the alcohol, the freedom to do what as she wished in the knowledge that she'd need never seen these complete strangers again, her own secret desires, the toy buzzing inside her? Or something else? Whatever, it didn't matter. Jake was more certain than ever, that by the end of the night this young woman was going to have allowed herself to be fucked in every hole by each man in the room. And the others perceived it as well. As Jake lips curled up into a knowing smile at her actions one which almost a smirk and placed his hands over hers on his chest before he stepped back, they continued to encourage. Shake that ass, baby. Damn, you are one hot little bitch, get over here. You sure you haven't done this before, honey. You're a natural. What a fucking ass, can't wait to shove my cock up there. Jake shot Ian a warning look with that last comment one that told his buddy to not be quite as forward at this stage. He didn't want the girl terrified with thoughts about what they intended to come, before things had even barely started. Max was the chosen one. As she approached, attired now only in bra, he helped her into his lap, and the men watched the glass being slid into her cleavage with growing arousal. Max's eyes met Marissa's before his head dipped, and his tongue ran across her skin, licking up the salt. Then he buried his face between her mounds, gripped the rim of the glass with his teeth, and tugged it free. The liquor ran down his throat before the glass feel to the floor, and his lips met hers to remove the lime. The audience cheered all of their pants tented with erections as she stood. Five men hard for Marissa. Show us, honey. A palm slapped her butt, then squeezed as the bra was removed to reveal Marissa's breasts in all their perky glory, and, with the toy still vibrating in her pussy, an arm snaked up to cup a mound in one hand. Jake smiled. Nice tits, and I think I'm next, but why don't we forget the glass? The stockbroker arched a brow, and reached for the bottle Marissa had placed down. As fingers they could have been anyone's located a nipple and tweaked, Jake raised the container, tilted it, and watched the liquid dribble out, splash off her lips, then roll down Marissa's neck and chest. Immediately it did, he leaned in, placed a kiss on her mouth, then followed the trail of liquid down her body with lips and tongue. The others stepped in closer to fully encircle the young woman. Fingers teased a nipple, erections pressed into her ass and sides, and digits curled into her hair to pull her head around for a kiss. Ian's kiss was much deeper than Max's the intensity of it urging her mouth to open for him, as Jake's ministrations moved lower, his kisses and licks gliding down her skin, and reaching her breasts. A droplet of liquor hung from her nipple, threatening to fall, as the stockbrocker circled her areola with the tip of his tongue, then rolled his lips over her bud, and began to flick it back and forth. That cunt dripping for us yet, baby, or you should we get you a bigger toy? How about my cock? Mmm, god you're making me so fucking hard. The men whispered, groaned, complimented and touched as the bottle was tipped again, and more liquor rolled down her body, and over her other breast. Soon followed by a second mouth.