Page 49 of Lust

“Now touch yourself,” Roman says, one hand still moving up and down his cock while he continues to finger fuck Blake’s arse.

His request causes me to hesitate for a split second as my mind conjures a memory of the lustful nature of masturbation, but I shut the door on because I think we’ve gone beyond that, then he says, “Show us what you like, Sydney.” Blake’s eyes roll back in his head as Roman does something to him, and I couldn’t deny him even if I wanted to. He is the master and my body is the subject.

I cup my breasts, tugging at my nipples, almost painfully, working them to tight, hard buds, and I moan as my clit pulses with each pinch.

“That’s it, get yourself nice a wet for us, Sydney,” Roman encourages, and I let my head drop back, closing my eyes as I get lost to the pleasure. I sense movement around me, but I don’t stop. I keep going, letting one hand trail down my stomach, breaching the top of my shorts and knickers and sliding between my pussy lips. My thighs tense as I pass over my clit, and as hands grips my hair, I open my eyes to find Roman still on his knees in front of me. His cock is swollen and veiny, jerking between his legs as he watches me playing with myself.

“Show me your fingers. Let me see your juices.” I gasp as hands grip my hips, and I withdraw my fingers from myself, showing them to Roman. I can smell myself, sweet and musky, and I stare amazed as Roman leans forward and sucks my fingers into his mouth. His tongue flicks the full length of them, between them, and he hums in approval. Releasing them with a pop, he says, “Fuck me, you taste good.” He lowers my hand to his cock while the hands at my hips begin to lower my shorts and underwear, tapping me to lift my arse so Blake can push them past my backside, the each leg until they are removed completely.

I wrap my fingers around Roman’s cock and start to move up and down. My breathing grows heavy, and I bite my lip as a bead of precum leaks from the head.

“Damn! I’m going to fuck your mouth so hard, Sydney.” And he pushes my head down. I spread my thighs wider for better access as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, over the top, tasting his salty precum before taking him fully in my mouth. I groan around his length as Blake sweeps his fingers through my wet pussy.

“Fuck!” he exclaims. “She’s fucking soaked, Ro.” Pushing two fingers inside me, I arch my back, pushing against the pressure and forcing Roman’s cock deeper into my mouth.

I gag, but I don’t care. All I can think about is how good it feels, how full I feel, and I wonder how much better it would be if it was Blake’s cock instead of his fingers fucking my pussy.

Like he read my mind, Roman says, “Fuck her, Blake. Fuck her pussy while I fuck her mouth. I want to feel her as she comes all over your cock.”

Raising my arse in the air, I silently give Blake the green light. I hear the rustle of a foil packet, then a tearing sound before a second later, the head of Blake’s dick replaces his fingers as he drives into me.

I cry out around Roman’s dick, and I feel him swell with the vibrations. A muffled curse echoes around the room as Blake thrust into me over and over again while Roman grips my hair tight, holding my head as he fucks my mouth.

Good fucking godI think to myself, and if I wasn’t so lost to these two men as they pleasure me, ruin me utterly and completely, I’d laugh at the irony.

It’s not long before I feel the first stirrings of an orgasm building and pulling at my core, and as Blake’s dick swells inside me, I instinctively know he’s close too. He increases his pace as I blow ragged breaths through my nose, and my arm almostbuckles under me as I drop off the edge, spasming around Blake’s cock as he pulses inside me with his own release.

My mouth drops wide on a cry, and my eyes water as Roman hits the back of my throat, making me gag while heightening my already intense orgasm.

Roman pulls on my hair, his dick slipping free from my mouth, as he forces me up and backward. Blake is still seated inside me as I look into Roman’s eyes.

“Let’s see how much you can take, Sydney, because now it’s my turn. And I’ve been waiting to fuck your pussy.”

“I’m ready,” I say, my voice steady and clear, although a little breathless. Excitement thrums through my whole body at the idea of being fucked again, by Roman this time.

Blake leans up to my ear and as his fingers glide over my forbidden hole, he whispers, “One day, soon, I’m going to take this virgin hole, and when I do, Ro is going to fill your sweet little cunt.”

My breath catches in my throat at the filthy promise and a rushed “Okay” falls from my lips. I’ve no clue who this version of me is, but I like her.

Roman leads me over to the bed as Blake disposes of the condom. He lies on his back and beckons me to straddle him. A rush of nerves hit me having never had sex in this position, but I climb up, a knee either side of him. Resting on one elbow, he wraps a hand round the back of my neck and pulls me forward, my lips meeting his, and I can taste myself on his tongue as it strokes against my own.

The bed dips as Blake moves in behind me, and I feel him as he grasps Roman’s cock. When Roman breaks the kiss a second later, letting out a deep groan, I twist my head to see Blake sucking Roman’s cock.

“Oh my…” My words trail off as Roman sucks a nipple into his mouth, and I feel light and heavy all at the same time. Everytouch is like lightning, every breath is like it will be my last. Blake releases Roman and rolls on a condom, then leans forward to kiss me, and this time I can taste myself and Roman. It’s delicious and dirty and I want more.

“How do we taste, Syd?” Blake asks, moving to the front of me and taking my other nipple into his mouth. The dual sensation is out of this world, and I can barely think let alone answer.

“It’s…we t-taste…perfect,” I manage to stutter out a second before Roman lines himself up with my entrance and slowly eases me down onto him. He’s a little thicker than Blake, and I groan as he stretches me.

Once he’s fully seated inside me, I begin to roll my hips, gasping at the depth of the angle.

“Fuck,” I exclaim as Roman drops back to the bed and Blake moves to stand over the top of him facing me.

“Fuck indeed, Syd,” Blake says, his eyes dark and pupils wide. “This what you had in mind, Ro?”

“Damn fucking straight it is!” Punctuating his point with a thrust of his hips that has me crying out. “I’m not going to last long in this tight fucking pussy,” he growls out, thrusting again.

Blake fists his cock as he steps forward, then rubs the head along the seam of my lips. Resting my hands on his thighs, I open, taking him into my mouth as far as I can, gagging before pulling back a little.

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