Hot Buttered Strumpet (2 page)

Chapter Two

The three of them had stripped her out of her clothes. She’d been rendered fully naked except for her corset in what felt like less than a minute. It took them even less time to take off their own clothes—boots, waistcoats, cravats, shirts, breeches and undergarments flying left and right.

Annie lay back on the bed taking in the sight of the three gloriously naked men standing in front of her. Wren, the one who had come in her mouth only ten minutes ago, was already hardening again. She remembered the feeling of his cock between her lips, his seed spilling down her throat like warm cream, and wondered if he would feel just as delicious in her pussy.

She didn’t mind having sex with three handsome men and it wasn’t just for the money. Annie liked sex, liked earning a few coins for a quick tumble. The best thing about it was that she could make her own choices, taking only those men upstairs who appealed to her. That’s why she still worked in the bar.

Of course, she realised that at the ripe old age of twenty-four she couldn’t go on like this for much longer. She would soon get too old for this line of work and who would want to fuck her then but the drunkards and the perverts? But she didn’t want to give up on the benefits for a while yet. She loved to be fucked and didn’t mind all that much by
whom
, as long as he was clean and pleasured her too.

And he couldn’t be too drunk. Drunkards were a nuisance. They puked on the bed or fell asleep before she could even work a cock-stand out of them, much less see to her own pleasure. No thanks. That’s why she had settled on Wren earlier on. He was the most sober of the three, even if the other two were probably better looking.

All three looked sober enough now. Annie licked her lips at the sight of their tall, muscular bodies and impressive erections. The other two were called Rob and Tom, she had gathered from their conversation, probably short for Robert and Thomas. Robert was stunning, lighter in colouring than his two brothers. He had large sky-blue eyes and curly dark blond hair. Wren’s hair was straighter and almost brown. His eyes had a greyish shade. Thomas was a bit taller than the other two with broad shoulders, short dark hair and hazel eyes and his cock was a monster. Annie stared at it for a full minute before she was able to tear her eyes away from the sheer length and breadth of the thing. No way was that cudgel coming anywhere near her back entrance, she decided, although she wondered what it would feel like to have more than one cock inside her at the same time.

When she looked up at their faces, she realised that they had all followed her gaze. Grinning, Thomas wiggled his eyebrows and his cock at her. She realised that her thoughts must have been written all over her face.

“What shall we do with you, strumpet?” he asked.

“Shall we have our wicked way with you?” Robert, the angelic one, chimed in.

When she didn’t answer, Thomas asked Wren, “You didn’t fuck her earlier, did you?” as if they were discussing the weather.

Wren shook his head. “No, she sucked me off.
Quite expertly.”
Turning to Robert, he added, “You should have her that way too. You’ll like it.”

Robert nodded, stepping forward with a grin, but Thomas held him back. “Not so fast. We haven’t decided yet who should go first, have we?”

Thomas was obviously the oldest. There was no question that he was in command. He scratched his chin and looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he nodded slowly and a little shiver of anticipation crept down Annie’s spine. He grinned and said, “We’ll all have her at the same time.”

Annie went rigid,
then
managed to shake her head in protest. “No, please, sir.” Her voice sounded a bit squeaky.

Thomas raised his hand. “Quiet, strumpet!” he barked.

When she closed her mouth in shock he continued, “You’ll do as you’re told and you’ll not only be rewarded with money. You’ll also have the greatest fuck of your life. Do you want that? To be fucked so thoroughly that you’ll scream with pleasure and come harder than you could ever dream of?”

Annie stared. Did she want that? Oh God, yes!

Thomas apparently read the answer in her eyes, for he nodded. Then he began to arrange them all on the bed. She wondered again just what they were going to do to her when he told her to lie down in the middle of the bed, but she soon forgot to worry when six hands and three mouths began to explore her body, pleasuring her with their combined caresses.

Wren, who was kneeling on her left, was kissing her, slowly, thoroughly, running his fingers through her hair and stroking her face almost lovingly. His lips were soft but his kiss was firm and demanding, his tongue expertly exploring her mouth, while Robert was sucking her right nipple, massaging both her breasts and occasionally teasing the other nipple with his fingers. Annie’s eyes drifted closed as their gentle teasing sent ripples of pleasure through her body, straight down to her toes. The fact that she couldn’t see what they were doing intensified the feelings until every fibre of her body seemed to hum with intense pleasure.

Someone—Thomas, she thought—was kneeling between her legs, holding her lower lips apart while his wicked tongue ran through her cleft, spreading moisture from her soaking pussy-hole to her clitoris with slow, delightful strokes. She moaned and writhed as his tongue expertly circled and flicked the hardening bud.

Her breath came more roughly when Robert began to pinch her nipples and suck them into tight little peaks. “Beautiful,” he said softly and sucked them again.

She almost bit Wren’s tongue as jolts of intense pleasure ran through her whole body. She arched on the mattress. Wren chuckled deep in his throat,
then
left her mouth with one last tender kiss to nibble at the sensitive skin of her neck.

Thomas pressed two fingers into her dripping pussy,
then
spread the moisture downwards towards the crinkled rosebud of her arsehole. Then he tried to enter her arse with a finger.

“No!” she gasped and went stiff as a board. Not that! She raised herself up on her elbows and glared, but Thomas took his finger away with an innocent grin.

The other two eased her back down with soft murmurs and caresses of her body. She looked at Wren and he smiled reassuringly, stroking her cheek,
then
bent to kiss her. She forgot all about it when Thomas began to lick her pussy again. He drew up her legs and each of the other two men took hold of one knee, spreading her impossibly wide open for
Thomas‘ wicked
mouth. His tongue explored her tender flesh. She gasped and writhed in the men’s grip as he circled her clit again and again, leaving her on the edge of orgasm, when his mouth and hands suddenly left her. She moaned in protest, still trembling with the tension he had built.

He
returned,
his hands now slick with something cool and smooth. Butter, she realised, as the sensual haze in her mind cleared momentarily. He must have gone for the butter dish.

Thomas greased her folds with a mixture of her own juices and the cool butter. It was strange for a moment until it took on her body heat. He trailed his fingers down towards her arsehole again, but he licked her clit vigorously at the same time and she couldn’t concentrate on what else he was doing. She didn’t actually care, she decided, as long as everything felt so damn good.

When she began to rock her hips, the steady rhythm of their teasing about to send her over the edge, Robert bit down lightly on one of her nipples and Thomas sucked her clit into his mouth while pushing his fingers into both her passages. She came screaming, the shattering orgasm seeming to last for ever. She felt incredibly stretched as Thomas stroked his fingers in and out of her, finger-fucking her in a slow, seductive rhythm while her inner muscles tried to clamp down on him. Wave after wave of pleasure ran through her body as she moaned and writhed under their combined caresses.

Wren kissed her again, his tongue dancing in her mouth as Thomas finger-fucked her other holes. Wren’s mouth muffled her hoarse cries of pleasure while Robert sucked and nibbled her nipples. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, their hands and mouths driving her to higher and higher peaks of pleasure until she thought she would faint from sheer bliss.

She came down slowly, moaning as Thomas spread more butter into her arsehole. His fingers didn’t feel so intrusive any more.
A bit strange, but not as embarrassing as she had thought earlier on.

“Have you never been fucked in the arse before, strumpet?” Thomas asked, opening her tight back passage with two scissoring fingers. He grinned wickedly.

“
Noooo
……” she moaned. She couldn’t say anything else, or even think anything when he added a third finger, pushing the buttered digits further into her.

“You’re so tight,” he said. “I want you to squeeze my cock with those tight muscles until I come inside you. Will you do that for me, strumpet?”

Oh God, she couldn’t think while he was working her arsehole. She’d never guessed someone’s fingers in there would feel so good. She couldn’t remember why she didn’t want him to do exactly as he said. There had been a reason, but she couldn’t remember it now because of the shudders of dark pleasure running up and down her spine. She almost cried out with disappointment when Thomas took his hand away. But he soothed her with another quick lick of her clit. “Shush, it’s going to be fine, strumpet,” he said. She didn’t really mind him calling her that. It made her feel wanton and desirable.

Then Thomas began to deal out orders again, arranging them on the bed. Wren lay in the middle of the mattress now, pulling her over him to straddle his hard shaft. Although his erection was more than impressive, he slipped effortlessly into her greased and juicy passage. His cock was a perfect fit, filling her just tightly enough to send little shivers into her clit and all through her body.

Lowering herself further on to his shaft, Annie remembered how delicious he had felt in her mouth earlier and smiled down at him. He smiled back up at her, his eyes shining with passion, and reached up to stroke her breasts. She felt a sudden urge to kiss him again, missing his lips on hers.

She leant forward to do so, but Thomas put one hand on the small of her back to steady her hips. “Hold still.” His cock pressed against her crinkled hole, demanding entrance into her back passage. He had obviously applied a lot of butter to her arse and his cock because the bulging head slipped in with more ease than she would have thought possible. It felt tight but not too uncomfortable at first and she began to think that she might actually enjoy the experience.

But then he groaned and pushed farther into her and his cock seemed to get stuck halfway up her tight dark passage. When he tried to grind himself into her more deeply she felt impossibly tight, stretched beyond capacity, as though she were being ripped apart from the inside.

“No!” she cried.
“Stop!
It’s too much. I can’t take it.”

“Shush,” came
Thomas‘ voice
again. “Don’t worry. You can take it. Just relax. Don’t fight it.” He eased himself out a little and she was able to breathe again.

Wren smiled reassuringly as he reached up to roll her nipples between his fingers and she moaned softly. He pinched both nipples hard. She cried out, a lightning-bolt of pleasure-pain streaking through her breasts, distracting her from Thomas, who pushed himself all the way in with a satisfied groan.

The two men began a slow rolling of their hips, fucking her in a steady, coordinated rhythm that seemed to stretch her even more with each slow, deep thrust. She was indescribably full, her body mounted on the two huge cocks. Six hands urged her to move with them.

She hesitantly moved her hips, unable to resist their seductive rhythm.

Thomas shoved his hard shaft deeper and deeper into her with each thrust while she ground down on Wren’s cock, the two members rubbing against each other through the tight walls of her pussy. Incredible dark pleasure poured through her. She rocked her hips, trying to take them further into her, her body shuddering uncontrollably.

Her orgasm was just beyond her reach and she tried to make the men go faster, squirming and bucking her hips against them, but Thomas gripped her more firmly from behind and Wren squeezed her breasts lightly to control her movements. Held tightly, she abandoned herself to their rhythm, riding the wave of pleasure that crested within her.

When they finally picked up the pace, Annie felt a hand on her chin. Robert turned her face to the side and pushed his cock into her mouth. He was almost as hard, if not quite as big, as his two brothers and he matched their rhythm, fucking her mouth in time with the two men thrusting deep into her pussy and her arsehole. He gasped softly while she circled the head of his cock with her tongue.
       

Annie was stretched out, impaled on three cocks, which surged into her with breathtaking force. The pleasure was almost unbearable. She couldn’t take any more. She was certainly going to faint at any moment. Or burst into fire.
Or both.
The fast, demanding rhythm of hard cocks driving into her from all directions drove her wild. She bucked her hips, straining to take the three men even deeper, sucking on Robert as hard as she could, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock and licking the salty liquid from the tiny slit at the top.