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You squirm against the couch that you're currently bent over. You hear them whispering behind you, probably discussing what order they will go in. You can’t believe this is happening, much less that you agreed to it.
What started as a fun Friday night out with the lads from the 141 last Friday has turned into chaos. Sexual chaos, but chaos, nonetheless. Soap had drunkenly called it “initiation”, even though you’ve been a member of the 141 for the past four months.
Fast forward another 7 days and here you are, getting ready to take every cock from the 141, plus a few more that Price and Ghost took upon themselves to invite to the party.
You sigh becoming bored real fast. You stand up and stretch, the back edge of the sofa digging into your lower belly.
“Hey,” Ghost growls at you. “Who said you could move? Bend your ass back over the sofa.”
The dominant edge to his voice punches you right in the clit with arousal. However, you’re not the type of girl to not give a bit of sass back when the time calls for it.
“Hey yourself, Skeletor,” you snark. “I agreed to be the designated sex toy for the night, not to drop to my knees and serve, alright? If I want to stand up, I’ll stand up.”
Soap, Gaz, and Rudy immediately stop speaking and look at you with expressions ranging from amusement, surprise, to concern. Ghost takes two stiff steps towards you before Price intervenes.
“Save it for when it’s your turn, Simon,” Price says. “You can teach her how to make better use of that pretty mouth of hers."
Ghost growls in irritation, the sound low in his chest, before turning back to Price and König. A voice clears behind you, and you turn to see Alex.
He smiles awkwardly. “Are you sure you’re up for this? It’s going to be hard on your body.”
“Just as long as there is plenty of lube, I’ll be good,” you say, blushing at his concern.
You both turn when to look when someone else enters the room. Your eyes widen in shock at seeing Phillip Graves walk into the room, literally waving a white flag of surrender.
“Fuck me, has everyone been invited?” you whisper.
“Fuck you is right,” Alex whisper back with a chuckle.
Your eyes narrow. “I’m not funneling that ass hat’s meat log. Who the fuck invited him?”
Price, König, and Ghost notice Phillip, with the latter two immediately drawing on him.
Phillip takes a step a nervous step back. “I was invited under truce.”
“Who the fuck would be stupid enough to invite you?” Ghost snaps, cocking his weapon.
“Drunk enough, you mean,” Phillip says with a smirk, nodding behind Ghost.
The entire room slowly turns to look at Soap, who is now the color of a tomato, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “Surprise,” he shouts sheepishly.
“He’s not touching her,” Ghost grits out.
Price steps between Ghost and König, putting his hands on top of their guns, pushing down. “Easy now, lads,” he says. “It’s up to her who touches or doesn’t touch her. We’re going to keep everything nice and friendly here and let her decide.”
König slowly lowers his weapon, but Ghost does not.
“Simon,” Price says, stepping in front of him. “He’s an absolute prick, but we’re not going to kill him for that are we?”
Ghost growls dangerously. “Fuck…fine!” He lowers his weapon.
Price looks back at you. “What do you say, sweetheart? Does Graves stay or get the fuck out.”
A sadistic grin slowly crosses your face. “He can watch, but not touch.”
Phillips looks at you with a smug smirk, lowering the flag. “I don’t mind staying for the show. Maybe I’ll get lucky, and you’ll be so cock drunk, you won’t mind one more.”
You sneer, shaking your head. “I’ll always mind your cock.”
He grins but says nothing. He saunters arrogantly over to one of the other sofas and plops down, stretching his legs out in front of him, and resting them on the coffee table.
You lean against the sofa, your eyes sweeping the room, looking over each man, wondering what kind of lover they will be. You even let your eyes linger on Phillip for a few seconds before your face registers distaste.
“So, it’s settled?” Alejandro asks suddenly. “This is the order we will go?”
Alex leaves your side to walk over to Gaz and Soap, holding a sheet of paper between them. You shake your head and laugh softly. They certainly have put a lot of thought into this. Apparently planning it down to the last detail. It’s actually very sweet.
They’ve definitely concerned themselves with your comfort, you think as you look at the pile of pillows, wet wipes, snacks, sodas, water bottles, and various other items waiting to be put to use in the corner of the recreation room.
König takes the paper from them and brings it over for him and Ghost to look over. “She should say order,” he says suddenly, looking over at you. “Her body…she should make list order.”
Your eyes flash and then soften, and you offer König an appreciative smile. While you have agreed to this and have been damn sure looking forward to it, they certainly haven’t gone out of their way to get your input.
“It’s okay, König. I’m good with whatever,” you say. “I like the element of surprise.”
“You’re sure you don’t want to see it, then?” Price asks.
You shake your head. “Nope, I’m good. But I must say the longer you jackasses stand around discussing things like you’re trying to figure out how to sell the latest skin care products door to door instead of actually fucking me, the more bored I get.”
Various chuckles break out over the room, until Ghost’s voice booms out. “You’ll be stuffed soon enough, sweetheart, don’t you worry.”
“Gaz, you’re up,” Price says. ‘
Soap slowly looks around before clearing his throat. “I guess the rest of us should find a seat and get ready for the show.”
You watch with a raised brow as the lads spend several seconds looking at one another before scrambling for the most comfortable seats. König, Alejandro, and Price reach one of the sofas, while Soap and Rudy make it to the sofa that Phillip is sitting on. Alex jumps on the recliner sitting on the other side of Price.
Ghost, Roach, and Keegan are left standing. Keegan and Roach glance at Ghost before scrambling for the only two bean bag seats beside the pool table.
“Looks like you’ll be leaning against the wall,” Soap says snickering. Ghost doesn’t say a word as he walks over to Soap, leans down, and hoists him over his shoulder. “What the fuck?” Soap shouts, squirming over the larger man’s shoulder. Ghost carries him over to the far corner of the room and sets him on the ground. Soap glares up at him, crossing his arms. “Not funny, LT.”
“I think it’s pretty fucking funny,” Keegan says. The room erupts in laughter,
You sigh, rolling your eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this dry."
Soap, Rudy, Gaz, Alex, Phillip, and Keegan all continue laughing, while Price, Ghost, König, Alejandro, and Roach are suddenly silent.
You sit on the edge of the sofa, allowing yourself to fall back, and stretch your arms above your head. “What? Did I strike a nerve, fellas?”
“Fuck this, I’m going first,” Ghost growls. “I’ll quiet that smart ass mouth with my cock.” Even though his stance and words are aggressive, you see the crinkles around his eyes and know he’s smiling under his mask.
You yawn, making a show that you’re not too concerned about it. “Whatever you think is best,” you say with an obviously fake demure tone.
That gets a chuckle from all of them, and Ghost shakes his head, sitting back down. You press yourself up on the sofa with your elbows, giving Gaz a challenging expression. “Are you going to fuck me or is my pussy going to continue to age slowly?”
Gaz scoffs and in a few steps, he’s looming over you. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you real good.”
You’re taken off guard when he snatches you from the sofa, a small squeak of surprise falling from your lips. He shoves you roughly over the back of the sofa facing everyone else in the room. He takes hold of the hem of your dress, pulling it over your hips, and you yelp when his hand comes down hard on your upturned ass. Your face turns pink as the room breaks out in laughter.
“Shit,” you snap. “What the fuck?” He smacks you again harder and you bite your lip, muffling your cry.
“You should probably quit while you’re ahead,” Gaz whispers while looming over you.
Your breath hitches as you never thought Gaz capable of being dominant. His hand drops to your ass, pulling your panties to the side so he can dip a finger between your folds. “Well, well, what do you know, lads? She’s not that dry after all.”
“Look ahead, don’t move,” he says as he drops to his knees behind you. He reaches up, tugging your panties over your hips, and down to your ankles. Your fingers dig into the sofa cushions when he pushes your legs apart, spreading your pussy with his fingers.
You gasp, trying hard not to moan when you feel his tongue lick long and hard the length of your snatch. Failing miserably when his tongue flicks over your clit, you gasp and moan, pressing back into his face.
He starts with slow, leisurely circles around your clit. You hide your face against the cushion, not realizing how vulnerable you would feel being pleasured in front of an audience.
“Look up,” Ghost commands. “We want to see your beautiful face when you cum.”
“Fuck…” you moan when Gaz adds two fingers and begins pumping slowly. Another wet sound catches your attention, and you look up to see Soap fisting his own cock slowly as he watches.
As the room soon fills with the sounds of your soft cries, the reality of what you’ve agreed to hits you full force. Your mouth falls open and a slow smile spreads over your face.
Death by multiple orgasm…what a way to go.
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