Green Broke Woman (34 page)

Jake smeared some
diluted cinnamon oil onto her inner thigh with a Q-tip. “Let us know if it's
too much on your nipples and we'll dilute it more.”

“Yes,
Sir.”

She gasped when
her inner thighs warmed, making her pussy flow with moisture in response. Even
more seductive was the growing heat on her nipples. The buds became erect, and
the oil evoked a burning sensation that was pain and pleasure at once.

“Too
much?”
Travis asked.

“No, Sir. It feels
good, and it kind of sucks, too.”

He grinned, and
the other guys laughed.

“That's my cue.”
Keith got between her legs. “You boys know you can and should spank her so she
knows she's being punished?”

Travis and Virgil
exchanged mischievous looks, and each slapped the breast nearest them. Kayla
cried out and bucked, whimpering when they held her still. Although a penalty,
she wasn't scared, and burning aside, her nipples seemed to thrill at the spicy
fire that licked them into a crazed state of desire.

“Be careful not to
get that shit in your eyes,” Jake said. “Wear gloves if you have to.”

“I'll be careful,”
Virgil promised, joining Travis in massaging Kayla's breasts. They avoided her
nipples. Once the heat melted into her warm flesh they were at it again,
swatting her boobs. The warmth from the
titty
-spanking
spread and met with her nipples, igniting a hotter fire.

Her thighs felt
ablaze, and she gaped as Keith coated her bare labia in the cinnamon oil. He
used a thin layer, just enough to warm her outer flesh, but fortunately avoiding
her clit. He moved aside and grabbed another wooden spoon from off the table.

“I feel like I'm a
cookie or something and you guys are baking me,” she remarked.

Travis rubbed her
nape with a loving smile, and Virgil blew her a sweet kiss.

Her
mons
started to heat. Something about the scent of cinnamon
floating on the air and the warming oil sizzling on her labia caused the heat
in her pussy to turn molten. Her mound grew hotter, and her cunt seeped with
arousal, searing her with depraved urges.

She yelped when
Jake swatted her thigh with the wooden spoon.

“Did that feel
good, sub?” he taunted.

She glared at him
playfully.
“Yes, Sir.”

He frowned in
jest. “Then I did it wrong.”

He smacked her
thigh again before Keith took a slap with the spoon at her smooth pussy. The
nipping hits unleashed a hotter fire in the oil, intensifying the burning
sensation.

Travis and Virgil
alternated slapping and massaging her breasts, driving her tingling nipples
crazy as cinnamon fire licked at them like a spicy dragon.

Keith and Jake
utilized the naughty wooden spoons on her thighs and naked cunt, bringing her
fiery, delicious pain she wanted to run from … melt into.

She choked on a
horny outcry when a long, thick finger pushed into her vagina.

Jake's smoldering
brown eyes seared her into ecstasy. “You feel so hot and wet in here. You want
to come, baby?”

“Yes, please ... Sir.”

Keith tickled her
clitoris before moving his hand and slapping her pussy with the spoon. She
cried out, moaning when the stinging bite turned into a wildfire of pleasure.

“I think she
should get off on the pain,” he said in a husky voice. “Do you want to be
spanked into orgasm, sub?”

“Yes!”

They laughed.

“We're right here,
girl.” Travis pushed the hair back from her face with a caring grin. “No need
to shout.”

“Sorry,
Sir.”
She clenched her
jaw, tensing. “It burns.”

“You want us to
clean it off?” Jake asked.

“Not yet. It's
making me horny.” She blushed at their wicked grins, realizing how animalistic
she sounded.

The spankings
resumed, causing the fire to burn hotter on her skin and in her cunt. The
searing ache within deepened. Liquid cinnamon scalded her, but she knew they
wouldn't let it damage her. Lust scorched her veins and pussy. Her arms shook
from exertion as they supported her body.

“Please. Please
let me come.”

“I'm not stopping
you, slave,” Keith told her.

The word meshed
with the sudden slap on her abused pussy, and fire raced through her, burning
up everything in its path.

“Oh God, you're
killing me!” she screamed and climaxed, body shaking as her arms wobbled like a
castle made of toothpicks. The orgasm was relatively small, but the glowing
coals simmering above and within escalated the pleasure into a nirvana that may
as well have been a full-blown finale.

Kayla's arms gave
out beneath her, and she collapsed on her back, gasping and pleading for the
air that teased her lungs without satisfying their basic needs.

Virgil played with
her hair.
“Holy moly.”

“Deep breaths,
baby,” Jake said, petting her outer thigh and avoiding the minefield of oil
that graced her inner thigh.

“Let's get this
washed off her,” Travis suggested. “You'll have to use milk or yogurt first,
darlin
'. Soap and water won't cut it with this stuff. Just
don't get it on your lady bits or in your eyes.”

“I'll help her,”
Virgil offered, guiding Kayla to her feet. He grinned when Keith handed him a
container of plain yogurt. “Thanks.”

Kayla shook her
head, giggling breathlessly. “Oh, wow. Just add granola and berries and I'll be
a parfait.”

Virgil chuckled
and kissed her head. “I'll make you a nice yogurt bra and panties.”

“How
sweet of you.”

Travis took her
other hand. “I'll help you.”

“Wash her off real
good afterward,” Jake advised with a teasing half smile. “I don't want enzymes
walking up and down my penis.”

****

Kayla followed
Travis and Virgil back into the living room when they had her cooled and
cleaned off. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw that both Jake and Keith
were naked in the living room waiting for her.

“Who do I get to
be with first?” she asked.

“All of us,” Keith
replied, lusty eyes sweeping all over her undressed body.

Her pussy flooded
and squeezed. “All of you?”

“That's right,
sweet thing.” Virgil kissed the top of her left hand.

“How?” she
squeaked, trembling beneath the endearing kiss and the intimate way they all
stared at her.

“One in each hole
and some poor bastard getting just a hand job,” Jake joked. “I'm just kidding,
baby. Your hands are wonderful.”

“I'll be in her
hand,” Travis decided. “I love feeling your soft hands on my cock,
darlin
'.”

Her eyes closed
when he kissed her forehead. God, she was so ready for this. They hadn't had a ménage
before either, but still, what if she somehow disappointed them or couldn't
keep up? They just had her to worry about. She had to find some way to please
all four of them at once and somehow try to relax and soak in the pleasure?
Yeah, right. She was shy little Kayla Sanders, not
freakin
'
Wonder Woman.

“This all sounds
really hot and exciting, but I'm nervous.” Her pulse pattered in her neck,
gentle yet so dang erratic she was surprised they didn't see it throbbing under
her skin like a parasitic alien life form.

“This is new to
all of us. We'll help each other through it,” Travis reassured her.

She succumbed to a
soft little moan when his smooth, manly lips enclosed over hers and massaged
them open. The kiss made her lightheaded in the most divine of ways. He pulled
back and let Virgil have a go at her. His gentle kiss was equally dreamy as he
tongued and explored her in a slow, thorough sweep.

He passed her to
Jake, whose hot, silky tongue penetrated her deeper still. The dark cowboy made
it a point to cram his exposed erection up against her person, basking her in
forbidden heat and masculine hardness.

Keith enfolded her
in his arms once Jake was done with her. Her damaged cowboy, her unspoken
Master sucked and nibbled her lips, groaning with pleasure when she sucked and
pulled on his lower lip. She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth, gasping when
he crushed her body against his and speared his tongue into her mouth. His
velvety cock smashed stiff and insistent against her tummy, twitching in
response to her whimpering little sounds.

They sipped at
each other's tongues, his slick muscle sliding over her soft wetness as they
made love to the other person's mouth. Jake cleared his throat, and Kayla broke
the kiss with a coy smile, surprised Keith let her end it before he was ready.

Jake tossed her a
playful wink. “You've got other mouths to feed, pet.”

She walked into
his arms, taking hold of Travis's cock and Virgil's when they stood near her.
Her men surrounded her. Where was Keith? Oh God. He was probably bored. She was
kissing Jake and trying to grope Travis and Virgil at once through their open
flies. What about poor Keith?

Lips kissed her
pussy, making her breath catch. She pulled away from Jake, becoming even more stressed
when she saw Keith covering her
mons
in kisses while
his poor cock just stood at attention without receiving any. Oh, this was
awful. He would be bored for sure if she didn't find some way to please him at
the same time as the others.

“You're thinking
too much, cricket,” Travis told her. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

“Keith, don't kiss
me down there. I'm already getting kissed, and everybody else is getting
touched. Just shove your stick up my vagina or butt and drive. I can please
three men at once. They taught me how to grope two cocks at once, but I can't
do three, so you're going to have to just use my body to get off.”

Their eyes all
narrowed, making her shrink back beneath their reprimanding glares. There was
nowhere she could run, though. Virgil and Travis blocked her line of retreat,
and Jake and Keith surrounded her as well.

“Fucking what?”
Jake growled.

Travis sighed,
expression sad. “You're over-thinking it,
darlin
'.”

“We're not them,
Kayla,” Virgil said. “We have no intention of using you. We want to make love
to you. There’s a difference.”

Keith stood and gripped
her jaw tightly, eyes dangerous and threatening. “Do you think we want you to
use some goddamned formula when you come to bed with us? Nervousness is
natural. Stressing yourself sick isn't. Don't worry about your performance or
whether or not we even climax. We don't want to fuck a robot or to have you
follow some carbon copy mechanics you used on other men. Whatever you're
feeling inside when we come together, let it out—joy, passion, anger, sorrow.
Scream, cry, swear—do whatever you've got to do, but don't rehearse it or worry
about whether or not it will be perfect. If you make love to us with your whole
heart, then it will be.”

Kayla's eyes
watered as she gave him a heartfelt smile. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Well, you mean a
lot to us,” Keith said in a calmer tone.

“I'm sorry. I
don't mean to freak out, but don't you guys ever worry about your performance?”

Jake shrugged with
a sly smile. “Why should I when I've got the biggest dick here?”

Travis rolled his
eyes, and Keith scowled. “You wish.”

She shook her
head, biting her lower lip. “You guys have never disappointed me, but don't you
ever freak out? What happens if there's ever a time I'm tired and don't want to
have sex with you guys that night? Will you take it personal?”

Jake's eyes were
mocking and hard like a drunk man almost, amused and dangerous. “You can say
what you want to, sub, but the truth is we can have you naked and desperate for
our touches anytime we want.”

Her jaw dropped at
the living personification of male arrogance as he hoisted her into his arms
and laid her on the couch beneath him. The impact of the dipping cushion and
his nudity crushing against hers chased away any rebuttal. Her heart beat too
erratically for speech.

The heat of his
breath caressed her face, warm and constant. The clean male scent of him filled
her nostrils. His natural masculinity with the subtle undertones of musky
cologne and hard, hot man wafted into her senses dizzying her ability to
reason.

He briefly pecked
her lips, breathing into her nostrils as though his breath were sustaining her life.
In this breathless moment it probably was.

“You’re ours,
Kayla,” Jake murmured.

He ravaged her
mouth with overwhelming vigor. The way their tongues entwined and stroked was a
force to be reckoned with, but the emotions that accompanied the kiss took
things to a whole other level. This wasn't hunger in his kiss, it was
starvation. It wasn't the beckoning of an infatuated man. It was the cry of a
madman. The kiss exuded anger, a lust that absolutely dominated him and drove
him to act this way. Soul-piercing sorrow and blazing jealousy—all of it smote
her in the maddening union of their mouths. She craved it, feared it. The
contact made her ache, tremble.