Joan towel-dried her hair. On the other side of the bathroom door was Henry, one of her roommates. He was impatiently waiting for her to get out of the only bathroom in the apartment and she could feel his seething irritation.
She leaned closer to the mirror to smooth out her eyelashes with a finger.
"Joan," Henry growled outside the door.
She checked her teeth, then tossed the towel on the counter.
"Damn it, Joan."
She heard Drake say as he walked by, "Just bust the door down."
She glared at him through the door. Henry just knocked again.
She flicked on the hair dryer, causing Henry to groan loudly, then stomp away. A few minutes passed before any of the guys tried to get in again. She heard the lock click a moment before the door swung open.
"Hey!" she cried. She dropped the dryer and frantically grabbed the damp towel to cover her naked body.
Drake looked her up and down calmly. He didn't bat an eye to see her like this, but not much riled up Drake.
"Go away," she said, shooing him.
Instead, he approached her and herded her out, ignoring her threats and struggles. In the living room, Henry and Alan were on the couch, both smirking.
"Let go of me," she snapped as she struggled to wrap the towel around herself. "I was almost done."
Alan snorted.
Henry rose, taller than the others and not looking happy anymore. She felt a moment of guilt. She knew he had to get to work, but it was just so satisfying to mess with him.
Henry strode to her, then grabbed the towel and yanking it away. She screeched, trying to snatch it back, but was left standing in the middle of the room butt naked.
Her voice was high as she said, "What are you doing?"
Drake was behind her, blocking her escape down the hall.
All their eyes were heavy on her body. She flushed. Her breasts were large and her hips curved out from her waist in an hourglass shape. Guys liked her look, but her body felt too loud for her preference, too sexual. Guys typically were either intimidated or thought she was easy.
She backed up and made to squeeze past Drake, but he stopped her, gently holding her in place.
"Guys," she whined, her face burning.
Alan rose from the couch and came forward. Now she was surrounded by these three good-looking guys who she'd known for years. All at once she saw the desire in their expressions, even Drake. Alan slid a hand over her stomach to her waist, making her jump. He was warm and she felt even more vulnerable. Henry cupped her breast.
"Guys," she said breathily.
Drake was close behind her, a solid reminder that she trusted these guys, even if this was totally unexpected.
They touched her, running their hands over her body. Alan's fingers slid over her ass and between her legs. She jumped. Henry tugged on her nipple. At her back, Drake wove his hand into her hair and tightened it into a fist, causing her breathing to pick up.
She was afraid to speak, to break whatever this was. Alan's fingers played over her asshole, then were replaced by his other hand at her front. When he touched her clit, she gasped and pressed back into Drake. Henry leaned down to suck and nibble on her nipple. Drake tugged her head back so she was only looking at him above her shoulder. He pressed a kiss to her lips, not closing his eyes but watching her reaction.
"You're ours," growled Henry.
She couldn't respond while Drake made love to her mouth. She was starting to melt.
Two hands molded her breasts while fingers slid into her pussy. She moaned, not caring about anything else except this.
Drake released her hair and pulled away, leaving her dumb with lust. She blinked as he held up a collar, letting her look her fill. She frowned as he gently eased it around her neck and had it on before she could object. She touched it, then shivered when Alan's fingers inside her thrust deeper.
Drake pressed down on her shoulders. She went willingly, her belly tumbling at this subservient position. She looked up at the men while she went to her knees. Anticipation built. Henry unzipped his slacks, then without hesitation brought out his cock. She shivered, feeling less sure of herself. Drake calmed her with his hands running over her head. Then he fisted his hand in her hair and directed her to Henry's cock.
She licked her lips as she was compelled toward him. Glancing up, she saw fire in his eyes. She opened her mouth, knowing there wasn't anything else to do at this moment. She belonged to these men and they wanted her to do this.
Her hair still held, she waited as Henry moved closer, then put his cock on her tongue. He was so close she could smell him. He took her head in his hands from Drake and steadied himself before pressing deeper into her mouth. She shivered and closed her eyes. Submitting felt so good.
He moved in and out of her mouth, face fucking her while keeping her still. The texture of him on her tongue was silky. He pressed obscenely into her cheek. When she opened her eyes, he was all passion. She tilted her head slightly in offering. From the corner of her eye, she saw Alan rubbing his cock, watching as if this was porn on his laptop.
Henry withdrew, then let go of her head. Alan was quick to take his place. He was younger, twenty-two to Henry's twenty-seven. He pushed into her mouth as if she was a blow up doll. He was eager. Her jaw was starting to ache, but she wasn't about to turn away.
He thrust into her, grunting. He managed to get all the way down her throat without causing her to gag, her nose pressed to his crotch. Henry pulled him away after a minute.
Drake stepped into view, his dark tanned skin and grim expression a shocking contrast. His cock wasn't out. He squatted, studying her eyes as she panted. She began to feel exposed under his scrutiny.
He put his large hand on her head, then pressed down. Uncertainly, she lowered her head to the floor, her belly tumbling. Someone stepped behind her and positioned her knees and lifted her hips. Her breath caught, but Drake was still holding her head down. Her pussy contracted sharply.
Someone thumped down between her spread knees and ran a confident hand over her pussy. Without invitation or celebration, a cock pressed her wet opening, stretching her as he moved inside. She hadn't had sex in about a year, so she was out of practice and tight.
Joan breathed through the intrusion as the man got all the way in and settled there. When he put his hands on her hips, she felt the cold ring Henry always wore. He withdrew slowly, then pressed in again. The tingles of pleasure burned and sparked as he thrust inside her. Fingers tugged on her nipple. She couldn't see Alan, but knew it must be him. She moaned as his touch sent tingles to her pussy.
Henry fucked her hard and without mercy but managed to do it just right to build up her arousal to a painful peak. Alan teased her breasts. Drake's hand was solid and firm as he held her in place.
Henry began to grunt. Her toes curled as his hips bumped her ass again and again. He slowed, breathing hard, having just come. He pulled out, leaving her wanting and alone. Alan left her breasts and got behind her. When she tried to move, Drake held her her head down. She wasn't so deep in her pleasure that she was comfortable being shared, no matter how ridiculous that idea was to hold onto now, considering her position. Drake's thumb rubbed her cheek, so she stayed still as Alan pressed into her, smaller than Henry was.
Alan played with her breasts as he thumped into her. He wasn't as skilled as Henry, who she was watching where he'd sat in a sated pose on the couch. His eyelids were heavy as he watched Alan fuck her.
Alan came with a groan. Her breasts were tender after his mauling. She heard him stumble away, singing words of praise.
Drake rubbed his free hand over her back. She thought it would be his turn next. Alan had joined Henry on the couch.
Instead, he clipped a leash onto her collar and stood, tugging her up onto her hands and knees. She blinked at the men, suddenly embarrassed. When Drake began to lead her out of the living room, she was immensely grateful, despite having her bare ass, dripping with cum, on display. She followed Drake to his bedroom on her hands and knees. Getting up now would break something in this moment. She would have to make a decision on how to feel if she did anything other than what Drake wanted her to do. In his bedroom, he tied the leash to the post of the bed, then left to go to the bathroom. Suddenly alone, she looked around in a panic. What was she doing?
Drake returned and coaxed her to lift her ass so he could clean her. She blushed hotly. He rubbed her back, then pressed her head down so it was hanging. All she could see was the floor. He was gentle as he finished cleaning the cum from her legs. She trembled, ultra aware that she was naked, freshly fucked, and tied to his bed like an animal.
Drake untied the leash, then sat on the bed, patting the mattress next to him. Her defenseless eyes met his steady ones and she carefully climbed on the bed. He leaned back against the pillows and drew her so her head rested on his thigh. He pulled a blanket over her, then began to pet her hair and cheek, sometimes running his hand down her shoulder to her waist. After some time, she relaxed. The fuzzy blanket suited her sensitive skin. She even fell asleep.
She woke up, slowly remembering the morning. Time had passed, three hours the clock said. Drake hadn't moved an inch and when she looked up at him, he was more relaxed than she'd ever seen him before. He even gave her a small smile.
She wasn't sure what she felt. It was all so unexpected and out of the ordinary. He found her hand and moved it to the front of his jeans, leaving her no time to digest any of what had happened. He was hard under the jeans. He rubbed her hand over himself as he held her eyes. His cock was inches from her face. He lifted away his hand, his expression telling her he expected her to continue. She hadn't felt this tentative since she'd lost her virginity. She found the button, which was already undone, then the zipper. She drew it down, checking on him to make sure this was the right thing to do.
