Green Broke Woman (36 page)

“Start
sucking,
subbie
.
I told you to give him a hickey,” Jake reminded her.

She gathered
Virgil's skin into her mouth, sucking his neck hard and sensually, spurred on
by his enthralled noises.

“Let me see.” Jake
yanked her head up by her hair, cock stiffening against her back when she let
out a breathy gasp over his roughness. “That's a real nice hickey, baby. You
did
good
. Virgil, get up. Once I'm situated, you can
come back.”

He helped Kayla
sit up, and Virgil got off the couch. Jake laid her back down on the couch on
her stomach.

“Breathe and push
out.”

She did as he
ordered. Once his cockhead popped past her tight ring of muscles, the pain
evaporated into a mere unpleasant memory. Now there was only discomfort and
impossible fullness. The couch was wide enough that he could roll with Kayla,
so he lay on his back and she was impaled on his cock with her back against his
chest and her bottom smashed against his groin. The movement before Jake
situated himself caused them discomfort that subsided once they were in
position.

Virgil climbed
onto the couch, looking enraptured and horny as he walked on his knees between
her splayed thighs. Jake propped one of her legs up over the back of the couch
and held the other open wide for Virgil, who smeared lubricant in her pussy
folds.

Travis knelt and
swept her up in a spine-tingling kiss she never wanted to end.

Kayla squealed in
his mouth when she felt Virgil pierce into her vagina with his enormous
erection. The thing stretched and filled her so completely it drowned out every
thought and stole her breath. Travis swallowed her cry as Virgil sank deeper
into her pussy, slowly, moaning in sweet agony.

Travis groaned
into the kiss, and the buzzing vibrated in her mouth, inciting a whimper.

Virgil's cock
rubbed against something inside of her, making her eyes water as an
unprecedented rush of pleasure flooded her senses. The sweltering stiffness of
Jake's penis rubbed against that same place from behind. How could she possibly
survive a dual assault on her G-spot?

Keith got on the
couch and stood on his knees at an angle from her face. The wide couch enabled
him to sit between the back of it and her. “You suck on me and use your hand to
play with Travis. Concentrate on rhythm, but not if it's
gonna
stress you out. We'll enjoy you regardless. We just want you to feel what we do
to you.”

“Yes,
Sir.”

Travis stood and
fisted the root of his dick, giving her a naughty smile.

The blushing
plum-head of Keith's cock knocked at her eager lips, sliding past her teeth
when she opened her mouth for him. The decadent taste of hot man made the blood
simmer in her veins.

A hot, fat
erection pushed into her hand, and she held onto Travis, wanting to please him.

Jake screwed into
her ass. Virgil drilled into her cunt. Keith stroked into her mouth while
Travis thrust gently into her hand. Four cocks using her body. Four sinfully
appetizing cowboys that wanted to touch her, love her, and pleasure her. She'd
never felt so full, so feverish with lust, and so surrounded in her life.

Keith pulled his
cock out of her mouth, sounding breathless and driven as the other three men
pumped their erections faster in her cunt, ass, and hand.

“Say you belong
with us,” Keith demanded.

Kayla couldn't
remove her gaze from his. Her eyes watered and glazed over as her body
succumbed to an unearthly pleasure. A nirvana formerly unreached. This was
unreal.
Orgasm from double penetration?
A different
form of climax, but an insurmountable experience nevertheless.

“We won't hold
back with you anymore. Say you’re ours,” Keith growled.

“Promise you'll
never leave us again,” Travis added.

“We don't want
pieces of you, baby,” Jake ground out as he humped her ass from behind. “We
want all of you.
Your submission, your love, all of it.”

Virgil panted hard
and let out a breathless chuckle. “How the heck can you fellas talk during this
madness?”

Travis grinned.
“Determination.”

Virgil
smirked,
clutching Kayla's left thigh and holding it open
with his arm hooked under her leg. “All my determination is honed in on my cock
right now, but that's just me.”

A breathy laugh
rumbled in Jake's chest, vibrating against her bare back. “I think I'm starting
to like you, Victor.”

“It's Virgil, and
wait
until we're done here to tell me that.”

“Yeah, good point.
Forget I said it.”

Keith stared down
at Kayla, scorching her with his dominant gaze. “We want an answer, slave.”

He called her
slave. Was it a mistake? Was he testing her, or was he finally succumbing to
his desire to own and control her? She wanted to be his slave, but could she
ever handle something like that again? What if he tired of her? What if her
needs were too dark for these cowboys? What if their needs were too dark for
her?

Master Hugh had
been a patient Dom with her, though he'd certainly never had a problem pushing
her boundaries. Keith reminded her of him in some ways. Still, what if he had
far more dangerous cravings than her first Master? Why did the thought
exhilarate her so much when it simultaneously left her absolutely petrified?

Kayla tried to get
up, but Jake and Travis held her down. She didn't feel scared anymore. Being
held down while men had their way with her should have scared the crap out of
her and resurrected flashbacks, but nothing of the sort happened.

All she knew was
an overwhelming feeling of security covering her like a soft, warm blanket and
a raging inferno of lust that made her ache with obsession. Her cowboys would
keep her safe and never let her forget how cherished she was. They all loved
her and wanted only her, not just for today, but forever. The reflection
brought her heart to its knees. She couldn't refuse them if she tried.

“Yes, Sir, I'm
yours. I belong to all of you, and I'll never leave you again,” she promised.

“Good girl,”
Travis said.

Jake nuzzled her,
and Virgil looked like he'd gone too ballistic to add any input.

Keith mouthed the
words “Good girl”, and the praise along with the dominance in his eyes set her
womb on fire. He fisted his cock again, tickling her lips with the tip and
painting her sensitive flesh with his dewy pre-cum. Her mouth opened in
obedience, receiving his engorged organ. The fleshy taste of his hard, hot
sexuality exploded all over her tongue as she stroked and bathed his cockhead
and length with her tongue, coaxing pre-cum to drip from him.

Jake and Virgil
scraped against each other inside of her. Only a thin piece of skin separated
their thick cocks. It was too much. The men took turns plunging deep inside of
her and then backing off for the other man to lay claim to her depths. They
started gentle and cautious before picking up speed like crazed stallions in
mating season.

Travis moaned, and
she felt his penis swell and heat in her hand as she worked his foreskin up and
down. It was difficult to focus on giving him a decent hand job with three
dicks plundering her orifices, but she forced herself to focus on his pleasure,
too, and not just her own.

But she mustn't
let pleasing them take away from her own enjoyment. It was about her as much as
it was them. This advanced level of multitasking would probably take some
getting used to, but she was more than eager to practice over and over again.

“Watch us,
darlin
',” Travis grunted. “I moved the mirror so you could
see.”

She ejected
Keith's erection from her mouth and turned her head to view their copulation in
the mirror, amazed by what she saw. Watching only catapulted the rush of
ecstasy all the more, sending her to heights beyond human comprehension.

Their skin was a
few shades darker than her light tan complexion.

She witnessed her
slick, pink tongue flicking against Keith's cockhead, his shaft pulsing in her
hand. Not only did she hear his cry of desperation, the reflection captured his
distorted face to the hilt.

Virgil moved above
her, tan flesh starkly darker than the golden summer glow of her own skin. She
felt the hair of Jake's chest sweeping across her back as he pumped into her
ass. The heat of his body seared her. Their skin sweated and rubbed against
each other, fluid and heat fusing together outside as well as in.

They barebacked
her, shared her. The cowboys had never done that with any other woman before,
only her. The realization touched and electrified her. She had them in a way no
one else ever had, their bodies and their hearts. They belonged to her
completely, just as she did them.

Travis's long
brown hair flopped in his face, legs taut with the strain of holding himself up
as his body tensed with his building climax while he fucked his cock into her
at times slacker of a hand. She started working his meat again once she caught
her sudden bout of laziness. Getting triple penetrated was most distracting.
She'd have to get the hang of this, so she would blow their minds as much as
they did hers.

In the mirror she
saw Jake’s and Virgil's cocks slamming in and out of her anus and vagina just
as she felt the hurt-so-good pain their thrusts evoked along with the dark,
twisted pleasure of the forbidden penetrations. Virgil's balls slapped her
buttocks, thrilling her with the delicious eroticism of male flesh touching
female flesh in the heat of passion.

His dark eyes
looked over at the mirror and trapped her gaze. Kayla couldn't flee the look,
nor could she escape the indescribable joy that washed over her when he smiled
at her. It was too powerful—the intense look of emotion in his eyes, the
complete fullness in her body, and the growing euphoria escalating in her womb.
Every part of her throbbed and tingled as though she would explode at any
minute. Only the pain of being ravaged in her back door kept the finish line at
bay, but at the same time it intensified her pleasure all the more.

She must say
something. Find comfort and refuge from this all-consuming encounter. “Can you
feel each other moving?”

Jake moaned,
burying his face against her hair. “Yes. It makes you feel even tighter than
you already are.”

Virgil looked like
a madman. His brown eyes were ablaze with lust. “Hell, yes. I wasn’t aware
sharing could feel this good. You’re so tight.”

Keith cleared his
throat. “As much as I appreciate the groping, I want your mouth on my cock,
sub, now.”

The order made her
hot.
“Yes, Sir.”

He moaned when she
accepted his erection back into her mouth, squealing when he took control of
the act and screwed into her mouth with deep, controlled thrusts. She gagged
and tried to focus on breathing as his glans brushed the back of her throat.
The head passed her uvula, attempting to descend.

Oh hell, no!

She'd never
deep-throated anyone. Terror crashed into her. Suffocation, gagging, and
blinding tears would probably drive her mad, and she'd unwittingly bite his
hard flesh in reflex as she struggled for air.

A part of her wanted
to give Keith what he needed, but not like this. He refused to be her Master
even though it was what they both wanted and needed. She wouldn't let just anyone
cram their penis down her esophagus. Hell, if she
did,
all four cowboys might want go
a round
with her. What
if they liked deep-throating and wanted it all the time once they learned she'd
let them?

She’d practiced
with Hugh a number of times and almost gotten his cock all the way in, but
deep-throating hadn’t been as big a deal to him as other types of play, and it
had always made Kayla nervous. She was open to trying it again, but it wasn’t
something she wanted to do on a regular basis.

She groaned in
refusal and jerked her head away, trying to spit Keith's cock out. Through the
paralyzing tangle of fear and uncertainty, angry tears of hurt and rejection
filled her eyes, but she fought those moist, telling little bastards down. Keith
wanted to own her, but he held back. Why? Because of his flawed past and mistakes,
or because he wanted a slave but didn't want
her
as more than a sub?

Screw him. Opening
one's throat to a well-endowed dick would require a staggering level of trust.
His cock was big enough that he just might cut off her airflow while he was in
there. If he wanted to take her breath away literally, she needed more from
him. If she deep-throated for anyone, it couldn't be for a mere lover or Sir.
She wouldn't permit that level of vulnerability or trust with anyone unless she
called him
Master
and he called her
slave.

Keith looked
briefly disappointed, but forgiving warmth softened his features as he slid
back into her mouth with shallower thrusts this time.
“Just
your mouth, sub.”