Page 5 of Shared With His Friends
“So, you all understand the rules? Everyone comes inside her, tries to get her pregnant. If I’m the daddy, I’ll marry her. If not… I guess she’s a single mom, then. Right, Amber?”
Shifting on my lap, she twitches while watching my friends size her up. Wade leans forward with his elbows on his knees. “Yep. I got it.”
“Ash?” I ask.
“You’re a sick fuck, you know that?” With a smirk, he leans back against the sofa, stretching his arms across the back. “But I’m totally down for it, Jet.”
Dane pauses, still mesmerized by the vision of baddie’s pussy.
“Dane? You good, cuz?” I ask with a sneer.
He runs a hand through his dirty-blond locks and gives a slight nod. “Yeah. I’m good with that.” But I notice his eyes trail up her body to her face, greeting her eyes with his bright blue ones. Wade grunts with some impatience.
“Baddie, looks like Wade needs you first. Ain’t that right, Wade?” Lifting Amber off my lap and hardening cock, I give her Brazilian butt lift a smack and a small shove toward my boy.
A gasp leaves her little lips like she’s not a paid whore. But I love seeing how far I can press her to go for that coveted ring on her finger.
“Fuck yeah, prissy. Get over here,” Wade says, extending his huge arm out to her so she’ll take his hand.
Amber glances back at me with a question hanging on her parted lips, but all I afford her is a slight head nod while trying to contain my smile of glee. Leaning back in my chair, I prepare for the show along with the others, the video game forgotten.
Wiggling her hips, Amber gives me a slight sneer as she waltzes over to my friend, a little defiance dangling on her lip. Brattiness that’s about to get worked out of her with Wade’s firmhand. I’m well endowed, but the man’s got an elephant trunk hidden in his shorts, and I can’t wait for him to unleash it.
“Take his cock out, baddie. Take it out, play with it, then sit on it.”
Amber’s head flips to me, her long blond ponytail whipping over her shoulder before I see the submission set in. The shiny strands bounce as her head bobs in affirmation before she strolls to stand between Wade’s open thighs.
“Kneel, but don’t put your mouth on me. I want to go in rough, priss.”
A chuckle escapes from me and Ash while Dane glares at each of us, probably trying to white knight this situation. Not going to happen. Not if he wants to impregnate her. Who knows? I could be the best matchmaker he’s ever had. He’s always gotten my leftovers.
Slowly lowering to her knees, Amber’s voluptuous body bends forward to undo Wade’s jeans, then lowers his boxers with a whining moan. “No way. There’s no way, Jet. I can’t—” Standing quickly, she stares down at the monster that flopped out, but the more her cries of resistance ring through the room, the more it jumps at her. Wade loves it when they don’t want it.
“You need that ring on your finger, Amber? Then ride him. Sit on his big dick, baby. Show me how much you want me.” Spreading my arms across the large chair, I relax back further into the cushions. Man, this is so much more entertaining than I thought it would be with her hesitation. Amber could say no at any time, stop this whole charade, and get up and walk away from us. I mean, she’d have to catch a ride share back to town. I wouldn’t drive her. So, she knows she has the power to end things here, but she won’t. If she did, she’d be back to being her uncle’s plaything without a penny to her name.
Right where she’ll be if she gets impregnated with one of these fuckers’ kids.
Wade slaps his large gorilla paws on her ass cheeks and pulls her toward him, and as she stumbles a step forward, her ankles wobble in her tall stilettos. With a long reach, he sticks his thick tongue out and makes a swipe at her clit. “Oh, fuck, Jet. She actually wants this. She’s as wet as water.” A low whimper escapes her mouth as he slides down in the seat more and pulls her on top of him, her tanned thighs resting on either side of his waist. I’m not going to tell him that’s probably my cum still in there, but whatever. Grease is grease. Hope he likes my flavor.
“Not with that thing… It’s—it’s inhuman.” Her pussy hovers just above the tip of his red cock as he grips her hips, his large fingers pressing into the small of her back.
Glancing up at her, he lifts one side of his lips a moment. “Don’t give a fuck, priss. Sit down on it, like your master said.” She squirms under his grasp, and my dick couldn’t get any harder watching her struggle away from the big man until he eventually impales her onto his throbbing phallus. His mouth falls open as he says, “Fuuuuuu, yes. Dude, she’s tighter than a rope.”
Amber’s shriek tears through the room as Ash frees himself from the confines of his pants and sits back with a hand on his dick, stroking slowly up and down while watching her tortured face.
Dane licks his bottom lip, and the corner of my mouth lifts as I see his desire for her increase in the height of her anguish. What an asshole. Pretending to not like to see her in pain when he wants it just as much as the rest of us. Ugh, her cries make me leak in my pants.
Standing, I walk behind the sofa where Amber’s tears are visible as she slowly rocks up and down on Wade’s thick prick. I want to see every emotion on her face right now. Every desperate plea in her eyes for comfort from one of us that won’t come.
“Damn, she feels amazing, bro. Thank you. Thank you for sharing her with us.” Shoving down on her shoulders, Amber’s whimpers change to moans of pleasure with restraint as she gnaws on her bottom lip. Gazing into my eyes, I see her trepidation and desire there, too.
“I’ve already had her once today. But I need inside… Ash, get back here and warm up in her mouth. You’re on-deck. Dane, you’ll go last.” Ha! I’ll make Dane come in the used pool of jizz that’s about to fill her tiny cunt.
Moving around to the other side of the couch, I start stripping off my shirt, then pants and underwear, before shucking everything off and slinging it toward the chair. Stroking myself, I snap at Dane, “Grab that bottle of lube from the bathroom.”
Dane, never taking his eyes off her, does as he’s told. Ash drops his pants behind the sofa and bounces his pierced cock at her face as if enticing her with it, but she’s too busy panting and grunting with Wade’s forceful thrusts. Weeping crocodile tears, she sobs and sniffs, but I know it’s a show for sympathy as I see her nails dig into Wade’s shoulders and her hips writhing with every downstroke, rubbing herself on his pelvis when she does. She’s enjoying this. And she just doesn’t want us to know.
“Suck Ash’s dick, baby. Take it in your mouth and nurse on it if you’re in that much pain. It’ll help soothe you. See how many of those bars you can fit down your throat.”
