Lovers Unite

Sitting high on the dais, my gaze wanders over the naked bodies below me, writhing in ecstasy. Inhibitions destroyed by the drugs mixed in their food and drink. Minds warped by the illusion I created, their bodies craving the touch of anyone around them. Mouths seeking lips, necks, nipples, cocks or pliant pussies. Hands caressing, running over backs, legs, arms, cupping breasts and asses. The need to feel the heat of another, any other, spurring them to seek partners that were not their own. The drive to reach the peak of orgasm overwhelming their restraint and morals.

I sit straight backed, looking over the congregation of decadence below me. My breath shallow as my waist is encased tightly in a corset. Stockings and sheer black panties complete the ensemble, all hidden under a red silk robe cinched at my waist covering my legs, but open and framing my breasts. Dark nipples taut, eager for the lips of another. The need for release wound my body tight, visions of full lips suckling my breasts causing a wave of wetness to soak my panties.

I cross my legs tightly, pressing the lips of my pussy together, causing friction on that oh so sensitive nub. I rock my hips gently back and forth, building the pressure to volcanic levels. Craving, needing the release I’m ready to break my promise just for some respite. My eyes close as I bring myself closer to the precipice, smiling at the thought of the punishment I will receive if I break my promise. The idea of his large hands slapping my ass until it was bright red almost sends me over the edge.

Even with eyes closed and so close to orgasm I knew the moment he arrived. A shudder reverberated through the room as his raw, sexual presence registers with the crowd, heightening the sexual tension. I open my eyes to see him standing on the other side of the room, eyes alight with fire. He knew what I was doing, what I was so close to achieving without his permission. The sight of those beautiful brown eyes, darkening with pleasure sends a thrill of desire through my body. I stand as he moves forward. I don’t move, I stay right where I am, but my eyes track his movements like frozen prey, waiting for the predator to pounce.

Stalking forward his eyes never leave mine. My body becomes suffused with fear as I contemplate what is about to befall me. The thought of how those hands will use and abuse my body soon turns the fear to delight. Stopping suddenly, a slow, devilish smile crosses his full lips as he reaches out, pulling the closest person towards him, a woman. Full hips and an ample ass, a scythe sharp curve up her spine covered by long red hair is all I can see of her, but that was enough to spark my jealousy. Eyes still locked to mine, his hand grabs her hair angling her head so I can watch as he kisses her, hard and deep. I can hear her moan across the room, as her arms wrapping around his neck. I step forward, ready to rip her off him, before I hear his growl of warning. This is my punishment for what he caught me doing. Planting my feet I remain where I am, eyes blazing but mouth silent.

He turns them, his back to me but I can see her face, as he kneels before her. I can’t see exactly what he is doing but I know how capable those hands can be, how that mouth works. I know the orgasms he can pull from the body, intimately. I’m forced watch the only face in a sea of faces that matters because he chose her. The pleasure dancing across her faces as he works her pussy into a frenzy pushes my jealousy to a new peak. Her eyes closed, head thrown back, exposing her neck, marked by whiskers from another. The position pushes her heavy breasts forward showcasing large, pink nipples. Even deep in the drugs and pleasure she knows not to touch him. Instead her hands slide over her soft belly, scratching the unmarred skin before she cups her ample breasts, pinching the nipples hard as she screams her orgasm for the room to hear. He stands, handing her off to the man next to her, turning to face me again. His mouth wet with her juices, he slowly licks his lips, fingers sliding in his mouth he takes his time savouring the taste. .

I shake with the need to rinse her taste from his mouth. I want to scream ‘HE’S MINE.’ Mark his skin with my nails and teeth, let everyone know that he is not to be touched. Yet, I also want to see what more he will do to the crowd, adding to the depth of their sexual depravity. I want to watch. I want to see those eyes blaze as he fucks everyone. See the ecstasy on the faces lucky enough to feel his thick cock. Hear their moans. I want to run hands over the bodies feeling their shudders as he rips orgasms from them. I want to smell the musk of their sex. Taste the mix of them as I clean him up.

I stay right where I am.

The smile that graces his lips as he moves towards me is pure male. He knows I’m his.

Striding forward, grey slacks spotted with her juices, he exudes the confidence and sexuality of a man in charge. A man who takes what he wants, never denied, and right now he wanted me.

My eyes tracked him, but they were not the only ones. Several heads turned to follow his steps through the room. Stopping at the base of my dais, smile smug, he grabs the nearest male by the throat pulling him forward. His large hand wrapping around the tender flesh he pushes him to his knees. Unzipping his fly, he pulls out that gloriously thick cock and pushes it between the lips of the man, who eagerly sucks as much of him into his mouth as he can.

Nails digging into the palms of my hands I watch them. The man’s head bobbing up and down, the sounds guttural and wet. As the cock was forced down his throat I could hear the man struggling to breath, but the man made no attempt to pull back. This was nothing I had seen before, but it had always been a fantasy of mine to watch him with another man. I was so fucking turned on I don’t think I could stop the orgasm even if I wanted to; and I didn’t want to. I moan his name as my clit throbs and my juices gush through the panties. His eyes boring into mine I heard the disapproval in his voice as he says my name, “Crystal.”

My eyes drop from his as the aftershocks of the orgasm run through me. When I’m composed enough to look up, he’s standing before me. His cock is tucked back into his pants and I let out a whimper, wanting, needing to feel him inside me. His hand brushes the hair back from my face, cupping the back of my neck and pulling me forward, claiming my lips. His kiss is gentle at first, seducing me to believe he forgave my transgression. Then his mood switched and his tongue forces my lips apart, tongue invading my mouth. Pulling back, he bites my lower lip, now bruised and swollen from his kiss, untying the robe and letting it fall to the ground. His hand pulls the man waiting patiently behind him forward, pushing the man to his knees in front of me. “Make my lady cum,” he orders.

The man is vibrating as he stares up at me, happiness plain on his face, knowing he gets to service us both. With trembling hands he pulls down my panties and hands them over. I moan as he smells deeply and his tongue flicks over the soaked fabric, tasting the orgasm I wasn’t supposed to have. I reach out a hand, needing to touch him, to have him touch me as the other man works his tongue over my sensitive clit. He moves behind me, hands gripping my hips, keeping me still. His voice was deep and low in my ear, “you do not cum until I tell you.”

Unable to speak I nod as his hands move over the corset to cup my breasts, roughly pinching the nipples. “I’m going suck these nipples until they are bruised and aching, rip the orgasms from your body with nothing more than my mouth on your breasts.”

The combination of his words, hands on my breasts, and the man sucking my clit, my legs begin to shake. Begging, “Please, please may I come?”

“No,” he states as his hands squeeze my breasts, his cock pressing into the small of my back. I struggle to control myself as I envision his cock buried deep inside me, but keep to the edge of orgasm without going over. His hands slide over my ass, parting the ample cheeks and sliding a wet finger over the puckered asshole. I bite my lip anticipating the pressure as he slips the finger into my ass, “So tight. Shall I fuck this hole tonight? Stretch it wide with my cock?”

I shake my head, scared at the idea, he was too thick for my tight ass. “No? You dare tell me no? Do you think that will stop me from taking what is mine?” he growls in my ear, “You. Are. Mine. All of you.”

He pushes the finger deeper into my ass, at the same time as the man in front of me slips two fingers into my pussy.

“I’m going to come, I can’t stop it,” pleading, my knees start to buckle, “please, please can I come?”

Teeth biting my ear lobe, he whispers so quietly that I almost miss it, “come for me.”

The orgasm rips through me, collapsing my knees, but his arm around my waist holds me up. They both continue fingering my holes as another wave of pleasure builds through me. I turn my head seeking his lips as another orgasm crests and I cry out into his mouth.

Kissing me softly, “Good girl.”

He scoops me up and carries me over to the chair I was sitting on when he came in. The other man stands up and rejoins the crowd, his work with us complete. Sitting he repositions me to straddle him. Legs spread wide, his fingers find me still wet and willing. Slipping a thumb into my pussy I rock my hips against him as his mouth finds a taut nipple, sucking hard, teeth scraping the sensitive skin. My pussy tightens around his thumb as I feel another orgasm building.

Looking me in the eyes, “You can come for me. You don’t need to ask anymore.”

The softness of his words and the passion in his eyes sends me over and I come hard, squirting on his hand and lap.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers as he pulls his thumb out, sucking it clean before his lips find mine and shares my taste.

My hands fumble with his pants, eager to unzip the fly and release his cock into my hand. The velvety soft skin fills my hand, but was too thick to wrap my fingers completely around. I stroke gently, loving the feel of him thick between my fingers. Lips still entwined I sense him unbuttoning his shirt, giving me access to his chest, nails gently scratching down, tickling the dusting of hair covering him. Every inch of this man was a turn on for me. I slip down off the chair, kneeling before him and taking his cock deep into my mouth. No matter how hard I tried he was just too thick to go all the way down my throat; but that didn’t stop me from trying every. single. time.

One hand cupped his balls, while the other holds the base of his shaft, my mouth works up a sloppy lather of spit. Using the moisture, I gripped his cock hard, stroking him as my mouth continues to work the tip. Cock and hand socking I stand, bent over at the waist, ass on display for the crowd behind us, I position myself to take as much of his cock down my throat as possible. I felt the resistance as it hit the back of my throat, so I relaxed the muscles getting the tip a little further down, but no more. I continue to suck and stroke, moving to a more standing position I’m able to get more of him down, the muscles tight around him. I hear the groan as his hands grip my hair, pulling me up.

“Enough!” he barks, “Or I will come in the wrong hole.”

He spins me around, spreading my thighs and guides my pussy down onto his cock. I’m facing the room full of people, all of them fervently watching the two of us. Their need spiking the tension in the room as no one will come now until we do. My hands grip the arms of the chair as I ride his cock; his hands hold tight to my hips guiding the pace so he doesn’t cum too quickly. I see the woman he pleasured, the jealousy and hunger palatable in her face because he didn’t fuck her. Seeking the man who tasted us both I found him at the bottom of the stairs, on hands and knees, getting fucked by another man. I watch as everyone indulges their pleasure but no one orgasms, waiting for him. I glance behind me and the wolfish smile he produces tells me that could be awhile. His stamina was unchallenged by anyone and he could go hours; but I knew him, and his body, very well. I squeeze my pussy tight around his cock, the smile disappearing. I reposition to face him, straddling his lap, nipples brushing the coarse hairs of his chest. We have all been denied for too long.

I guide his cock back into dripping pussy, stretched wide and taking every inch it could fit. From this position he was as deep inside me as he possibly could be, his balls slapping against my ass as I move up and down quickly. His hands roam across my back as I lean forward and capture his mouth to mine. Kissing hard, tongue delving deep into his waiting mouth I press my whole body to his, craving every inch of him touching me. No spare space between us. The command in my kiss is transparent, I want him. I want every drop of him shooting deep inside me. I want the room of people to see his semen dripping from my pussy, down my thighs. I want them to beg him to gather the drops and feed me.

Wrapping my arms around his head, my hands buried in his hair I moan into his ear, “Come with me, husband, fill me up.”

Groaning, his arms tighten around me, fingers bruising my ass with his grip, teeth biting the top of my breast, marking me as his, he explodes. His cries of ecstasy ripples outward, starting with me and moving out to the room of writing bodies tight with anticipation. The tension in the room explodes as voices behind us all cry out their own release. Eyes closed I revel in the sounds, feeding my next orgasm as I shudder in his arms.

Soft lips trail over my shoulder and up my neck as sweet words were whispered in my ear, “My saucy wife, you have undone me.”

Sighing, I cup his face finding the desire tempered but not gone, “And you, I.”