Lucas got up and turned for the door, sucking in a deep breath before walking through and out of sight. I took a moment to breathe in, mind reeling, and my limbs noncompliant after three orgasms. Of all of them, I was kind of glad it was Jeremy. He was gentle, and almost painfully shy with women.
He got his fair share, due to his good looks, but more often than not, they stepped all over him. Maybe the power shift would help him gain more confidence. I looked down at the fiery marks encircling my wrist and ankles, and traced them gently, wincing.
Chris was sweet, and seemed harmless. He had been single for a long time, as he never quite found a girl up to his standards. I wondered if this adventure would open his mind a little.
Looking at me, I certainly didn't seem the type to be tied and fucked by multiple men, drooling and begging for more. Mousy and somewhat plain, usually with my nose in a book. I idly wondered if Chris was going to go hunting through libraries for a new girlfriend.
The thought brought a lazy smile to my face, and I rolled over, slowly, cataloguing the various aches in my body. The bruise on my chest thumped, and I shivered at the memory of Matthew's teeth cutting into me.
That he would be so bold and aggressive in front of others spoke of a deep-seated hunger for me. I hoped I hadn't awoken any latent tendencies in him, and I sent out a wordless prayer for any girls that might end up with him. Bound, gagged, twisting away from his torment, screams muffled as his eyes crackled with demonic light above them, coaxing orgasms ruthlessly from broken bodies and broken spirits.
I shook the image from my head, and tried to ignore the clenching feeling in my stomach at the thought of being tied up in his grasp. I meandered around the room, clutching the dresser to keep me upright. I found the lube, a massive jar, almost completely full. It was rare that I would let Lucas do anything other than finger my asshole, so it was often shoved in the back of a drawer.
The first tracings of worry started to etch up my spine. I hadn't actually seen Jeremy's cock. Through his jeans, it felt massive, and I trembled at the thought of him brutally forcing his way into my tight asshole. My only consolation was his gentle nature.
That still didn't ease the thrum of worry pulsing through me as I rinsed myself off, carefully cleaning the cum from my face and pussy, wiping away my running makeup and reapplying it. I wanted to look good for the camera, after all. I hadn't mentioned a camera in my half-finished erotica. I wondered where Lucas got the idea. I used to enjoy playing with my pussy on camera for strangers, but I never told Lucas that.
I couldn't help the frisson of excitement that raced through me, imagining the scene. My mouth stretched in an obscene crimson O, eyes full of pain, even as I rutted back again Jeremy's thick cock, staring deep in the camera as I moaned throatily. I squared my shoulders, took a deep breath, and stepped out. As one, they all looked up at me, and I felt self-conscious all over again. I twisted my hands nervously, and stuttered out,
"Um... I'm ready. If you are?"
I couldn't help but dart my gaze over to Lucas. His eyebrows were raised, and I could almost hear his sardonic voice teasing me for my eagerness. Matthew looked antsy and annoyed, his fingers drumming on his khakis. Chris grinned with undisguised enthusiasm, phone already pointing at me. Jeremy stood, and I was reminded again how small I was next to him. Without my high heels, I came to his shoulder. His eyes were wide, with disbelief or nerves, I couldn't tell. He offered me his arm, ever the gentleman, and I looped mine through it, giggling nervously.
He walked me to the bed and we stopped, both flushing. The momentum was lost, and the awkwardness had caught up to us. Matthew rolled his eyes, stepped forward, and pushed me on the bed, hard.
"Let's move this along, huh? I want to get to the fun part again."
His biting tone contrasted with the growing bulge I could see in his pants. Apparently, he was looking forward to watching me gasp in agony as my asshole got slowly ripped apart. Bastard.
"Um..." Jeremy began, "I've never... Done this before. No girl has ever let me." Mustering up a bravado I didn't feel, I said,
"I'll teach you." He smiled helplessly at me while I reclined on the bed, shutting my eyes and stroking my pussy, trying to quell my nerves. I felt a shadow loom over me, and I opened my eyes to Chris, poring over me, his camera panning up and down my body as I fingered myself. If he posted this online, everyone would see me finger fucking myself, then teaching someone how to fuck my asshole.
My pussy clamped around my fingers at the thought, and I couldn't help the little moan that escaped my parted lips. The sound seemed to galvanise Jeremy, and I felt the bed sink under his weight as he clambered up with me.
"So... What do I do?" His words were rushed, his hands hovering over me, unsure.
"Finger my pussy. Get me dripping for you."
A heady feeling of power washed over me as he rushed to do exactly that, and I'm sure Chris caught my smug smile on video. His delicate fingers plucked skilfully at me, and his tongue flicked against my clit rhythmically. I let myself be led to the edge, then, reluctantly, I breathed out,
"Now play with my little asshole. Run your fingers around it while you lick my clit."
His fingers were warm and huge against my anus, and the nerve endings hummed as he ran his fingers lightly around, glazing my asshole with my arousal. His tongue never stopped in its ministrations, and my eyelids fluttered as I ground my face against him.
"Juuuust like that," I cooed. "Now lick your way down to my asshole. I want you to eat my ass like you eat my pussy."
He traced his tongue down, feather light, stopping only to plunge his tongue into my pussy, a small rebellion that made me gasp and thrust my hips against him. He lathed my asshole with his large tongue, and I felt my hairs stand on end at the feeling of his hot, wet tongue pressed against my most intimate hole. He was a natural, lapping at the crinkled edges of my asshole, one hand reaching up and rubbing circles around my clit.
His tongue matched his fingers unconsciously, and swirled circles around my asshole as it relaxed and unclenched.
"Yesssss." I hissed, hips rocking against him. "Now fuck my little asshole with your tongue." I commanded.
I had never been in charge in bed, and the feeling was like ambrosia, heady and delicious as he obeyed every order, head meekly ducked between my pale thighs, hands clamped on me reverently. His strong tongue wormed into me, pushing against my outer ring as he slurped enthusiastically.
