Page 14 of Sin For Me

On another smaller table are items I'm sure they will use to have fun. In a move very unlike myself, I grab hold of a tube of bright red lipstick.

The woman locks eyes with me as I walk over toward her and the men around her. One of them reach for me but I shake my head no and he focuses on the woman in front of him.

I get on my knees right in front of her and keep eye contact as she's fucked by these men.

I trace the outline of her lips with the lipstick, making them look even more full and inviting. She parts them slightly and I lean in close like I'm going to kiss her. I don't instead I tell one of the men to do it. Their lips eagerly meet in a passionate embrace as the men continue to fuck her and I watch her body react to what they are doing. Even though she didn't explicitly give me permission to touch her I run my hands along her body, exploring every inch of her as they kiss. My fingers dip and brush against her pussy, adding to her pleasure as she moans into the man next to me's mouth. She wraps her legs around his waist and I stand up watching the rest of them move around ready for their turn. I watch as they all take turns laying her down or turning her over, and every where she lands I right slut or whore on her visible skin with the lipstick. She whimpers and comes when she sees what I'm doing. The men bring her to the edge of orgasm, over and over, prolonging her pleasure.

I have to squeeze my thighs tightly I'm so turned on. I don't hear anything besides what's going on in front of me when I feel someone grab my waist.

I jump and yelp until I turn around and see it's Tru.

"You bastard, you scared the hell out of me."

"What are you doing in here?" he growls out as he pulls me against his arousal.

Internally, it feels like I'm purring my body is humming with so much need, "Learning," I say innocently.

"If you want another lesson, you should have just came to me." He stares down into my eyes before he picks me up and walks to another room. This one is free, but there's still a glass window that shows out to the hallway. He presses a button on the wall before we get inside, and the glass goes from clear to opaque.

Tru shuts the door behind us before he walks me over to a small table.

"You trust me Babe?"

I want to say yes but I need to find out who that woman was first. "Who was that woman you were with?"

His eyes squint before he lets out a gruff chortle, "That's Darby, my sister."

I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment. Of course it is.

"I'm going to ask you again if you trust me."

"Yes Tru. I trust you." I say this time without hesitation.

"Good because I'm going to put my mouth on you. I won't penetrate you but I need to feel your cum dripping down my throat. You consent?"

"Yes!" I hiss out and my body floods with need.

If what he's going to do will make me feel like that girl in the room with all those men than that's what I want.

Tru pulls my hands up and straps them to the top of this sturdy padded table. I can't move my arms but he leaves my legs free. He reaches up and undoes my jeans before he shimmies them down my legs. My panties are so wet they are sticking to my cunt.

"Tru, please hurry." I beg.

He rips my panties clear off, and I moan at the brutality of it.

"So pure, so fucking perfect." He mutters barely loud enough for me to hear it. Tru lines my legs up with the bottom of the table before he clicks a lever under me and is able to spread the bottom half of the table and my legs apart.

He uses his leg to pull a small rolling stool under himself before he sits down at a perfect height for his face to be level with my pussy.

I should be embarrassed that he's looking at my most intimate places, but right now, I couldn't care less.

He presses his hands against my thighs as he swipes his tongue against my slit one slow time.

I moan as he hits all the right spots, my body shuddering in pleasure. His tongue is like magic, making me feel things I've never felt before. He nibbles on my clit, and I cry out, my body arching off the table. I'm so close to the edge, but he pulls back, leaving me hanging. "Please, Tru, I need more," I beg, but he just chuckles and starts licking me again, this time slower than before.

He teases me, his tongue swirls around my clit, making me crazy with desire. I arch my back, pressing my head into the table, as I try to reach his hair with my hands but can't because I'm still tethered.

He finally relents and gives me what I need, his tongue sliding across my clit in a fast rhythm. I can feel my orgasm building, and I cry out as it tries to burst through me, my body trembling and shaking with pleasure.

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