Page 23 of His Naughty Girl

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the lewd scene, even as I continued to pleasure the men on the couch. My mouth was stretched wide around Dylan’s cock, my tongue working along his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down. My hands moved mechanically on Travis’s and Ethan’s erections, stroking them in time with the movements of my mouth.

The room was filled with the sounds and smells of sex. The musky scent of arousal hung heavily in the air. The rhythmic creaking of bedsprings from upstairs seemed to provide a steadybackbeat to the moans, grunts, and wet slapping sounds that surrounded me.

I felt utterly debased, on my knees with my dress hiked up and my panties around my thighs, servicing three men at once while others fucked around me. Yet despite my shame—or perhaps because of it—I had never been more turned on in my life. My pussy throbbed with need, my clit aching for attention. Each time I shifted, I felt the wetness between my thighs, an unwelcome signal of my body’s betrayal.

“Look at me, Andrea,” Dylan commanded softly.

I raised my eyes to meet his, my cheeks hot. Dylan’s hazel eyes locked onto mine, intense and hungry. I felt a shiver run through me at the raw desire I saw there. His hand cupped my cheek gently, his thumb brushing over my lips where they stretched around his cock.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “You’re doing so well, Andrea.”

His praise sent a wave of warmth through me, making me redouble my efforts. I tried to relax my jaw, trying to take him deeper into my mouth, trying to make it a plush, velvety place for him to enjoy himself.

Travis’s voice cut through the fog of arousal. “Hey, Devin,” he called out, his tone casual despite the lewd situation. “Mind if we get this little slut out of her dress? I want to see those tits properly.”

I froze, Dylan’s cock still in my mouth, my eyes wide with shock. Surely Devin wouldn’t allow that? I was already so uncovered, so humiliated. To be completely naked…

“Go ahead,” Devin grunted, not pausing in his vigorous thrusting into Greta. “Andrea needs to get used to being on display.”

Travis chuckled, his hands already moving to the zipper at the back of my dress. “You heard the man, sweetheart. Time to show us what you’re hiding under there.”

I whimpered around Dylan’s shaft as I felt Travis tugging at my dress. The sound of the zipper seemed unnaturally loud, even amidst the cacophony of sexual noises filling the room. Cool air hit my back as the fabric parted.

“Don’t stop sucking,” Ethan reminded me sharply. “Keep those hands moving too.”

Mortified, I forced myself to continue pleasuring the men even as Travis worked my dress down my body. I shifted awkwardly, allowing him to pull it off completely, leaving me in just my bra and the panties still bunched around my thighs.

“Damn,” Travis breathed, his eyes raking over my newly exposed flesh. “Look at those curves.”

Ethan reached out, his large hands cupping my breasts through my bra. “These tits are wasted in this thing,” he declared. “Let’s get a proper look at them.”

Before I could process what was happening, Ethan had unhooked my bra and was pulling it off. My breasts spilled free, heavy and full, my nipples hardening instantly in the cool air.

“Fuck,” Dylan groaned, his cock twitching in my mouth. “Those are even better than I imagined.”

The men’s hands were all over me then, squeezing and kneading my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples. I gasped andmoaned around the cock in my mouth, overwhelmed by the sensations.

They took turns guiding my mouth from one cock to another, praising me when I did well, correcting me when I faltered. To my shame—and yet my pride, too—I found myself getting better at my obscene task.

The associates’ hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and crevice. Ethan’s large palms cupped my breasts, squeezing them together as his thumbs flicked over my hardened nipples. The sensation sent jolts of electricity straight to my core, making me moan around Travis’s cock in my mouth.

“Such perfect tits,” Ethan murmured appreciatively. “So full and soft.” He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. The mixture of pleasure and pain made me squirm.

Meanwhile, Dylan’s hand had found its way between my thighs. His fingers traced along my slick folds, teasing my entrance before moving up to circle my clit. I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily against his touch.

“So wet,” Dylan observed, his voice low. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Andrea? Being used like a little slut?”

I wanted to deny it, to hold onto some shred of dignity. But my body betrayed me, pressing eagerly into his touch. His fingers pushed deeper inside me.

Travis used his grip on the back of my head to keep my head in place so he could thrust between my lips exactly as he pleased.

“That’s it, take it all,” he grunted, burying my nose in his wiry pubic curls.

Dylan and Ethan didn’t remain idle. They moved to either side of me, their cocks level with my face. Without being told, I took their members into my hands.

From across the room, I heard Devin’s voice, gruff with exertion. “Time for that little anus of yours,” he told Greta. “Spread those cheeks nice and wide now.”

I turned my head slightly, Dylan’s cock slipping from my mouth, to see Devin reaching for a small bottle on the side table. He squeezed a generous amount of clear gel onto his fingers, then began to work it into Greta’s puckered hole as she pulled her round cheeks apart.

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