Hot in the City 2: Sin City (14 page)

Lying on her side, she lifted one leg up to the back of the couch, giving Carter easy access to her pussy, which was wet and pink and pleasantly swollen. Marc knelt on the floor next to her, so that his erection stood at just the right height to reach her hungry mouth.

Taking it in was just as pleasurable as Diana remembered. He was so big, so incredibly hard—going down on him was a challenge she thoroughly enjoyed. Carter’s easy, relaxed licks up and across her gaping, needy cunt added the perfect heat to keep her at an intense level of arousal as she concentrated on getting as much of that massive cock in her mouth as she could.

Marc caressed her breasts, still held partially captive in the tight lace that had hid them earlier. “That’s right, baby,” he crooned, low and hot. “Take me deep in your throat. Do it slow. Easy. Take it all in between those pretty lips.”

His coaxing helped—she worked to relax her throat muscles, to lull herself into a near-hypnotic state that would allow her to pull him down deep, to give him the best blowjob of his life, even better than in the car. Finally, lost in the slow movements, in the tender lust enveloping their threesome, she realized she had most of him inside her mouth. His width stretched her lips wide, his length reached impossible depths. She’d never felt so full, so absorbed in any kind of sex. Above, he was leaning his head back, moaning, whispering, “So good, baby, so good.”

She loved pleasuring this man more than any other she’d ever been with, so she wanted it to continue, wanted to suck him deep into her for as long as she could. When he looked down, watching her work, he seemed amazed, stirred, touched. “You’re so perfect, sweetheart. You love my cock in your pretty mouth, I can tell. You suck me so good, you’ve got me all the way in. Damn, I’m about to explode just watching you swallow me this way.”

Even then, she didn’t let up. If he wanted to come like this, she would let him. Whatever he wanted, whatever would make him feel the best.

Finally, it was him who pulled away, extracting all of those hard, beautiful inches from between her lips. “Don’t want to come yet, baby,” he breathed. She instantly missed having him there, though, and he seemed to sense that. He slid his fingers between her lips and she sucked on them as he bent to kiss her breasts.

Below, Carter’s ministrations were languid and intoxicating. She credited his slow mouthing as part of what had simultaneously lulled and excited her enough to take Marc’s whole length down her throat.

Somewhere along the way, Carter had slid two fingers into her moist passage, and as Marc delivered soft, light licks to her nipples, just catching the hard beads on the tip of his tongue for a pleasant snapping, rippling sensation, she realized Carter was starting to slip one finger into her ass, too. “Ah, God! Yes,” she murmured.

“You like that?” Carter asked, his voice soft but confident. “You like my finger in your tight little asshole?”

“Mmm, yeah. Please fuck me with it,” she whispered, because his finger was all the way in now and she couldn’t believe how much she craved sensation in that sensitive opening.

While dragging his tongue in lazy strokes across her clit, he fucked her pussy with the fingers of one hand, her ass with the finger of the other. “Unnnhhhh…” she gasped. “Yeah…that’s it.”

She thrust herself against him now, against his big, strong mouth and work-roughened fingers. He was providing the perfect stimulation to all her special places as Marc sucked her breasts. She held them up for him, cupping her hands on their outer curves.

“Oh, will you fuck them?” she begged as she got hotter and hotter below. “I want you to fuck my breasts with that beautiful cock.”

Marc’s eyes filled with fire. “Oh, baby, yes.” With that, he straddled her waist on the couch and his erection dropped into the valley of her cleavage.

“Oooh, yeah,” she breathed, her voice ragged with excitement as she pressed her breasts around his length and he began to slide his shaft back and forth to create a hot, delicious friction.

Now it was complete. All her sensitive places were being fucked in some way. She undulated her whole body to soak up the hot, consuming sensations. The room became a symphony of heated moans and panting breaths as the three of them moved in slow, sensual rhythm.

“Oh, God,” she whispered when the first hint of orgasm flared in her pussy.

After that, it tore through her like a freight train, coming on so fast that she screamed with each wave of ecstasy that shook her body. Long and intense, it left her weak and more sated than she thought she’d ever been.

They rested that way a little while; Marc reached down to touch her face and she kissed the back of his hand.

When she began to come back to herself, she wanted Carter. She wanted to show him her sincere appreciation for his sweet and oh-so-thorough affection. “Carter,” she whispered.

He lowered a last gentle kiss to the soft outer flesh of her cunt. “Yeah?”

“Come here. Take your shorts off and come kneel next to my face.”

The little groan he exhaled in response sent a rush of hot air over her pussy. She gasped at the sensation, anxiously awaiting his arrival as Marc gently caressed her breasts while sliding his still-erect shaft slowly back and forth in her soft, malleable flesh.

They both watched Carter drop his shorts, then his white boxer briefs, to reveal a beautiful cock to go with the rest of his hot body. Nearly as long and pretty as Marc’s, his rod jutted upward from a thatch of dark hair and the very sight made Diana even hungrier.

She bit her lip, studying his lovely dick as he brought it down beside her.

Glancing up at Marc to find him watching her as carefully as she watched Carter’s cock added infinitely to her excitement as she turned her head sideways and reached out one hand, wrapping it around the thick, solid shaft and drawing it to her waiting lips.

First, she licked the tip, tasting the white drop of pre-come gathered there, relishing the feel of having both men’s eyes watch her perform this intimate act. Swirling her tongue about the pink head and drawing that first rounded inch into her mouth, she looked up at them both and made sure they saw the joy on her face, that they knew how much she loved what she was doing. After that, though, pure hunger took over and she drew more of his cock in, as much as she could easily take, and she sucked on him, enjoying the sensation when he began to move with her, gently fucking her mouth.

Marc fucked her breasts harder then, too, and even if her pussy was a little lonely, she had no complaints with two big, lovely cocks at her disposal.

Marc’s warm thrusts brought the tip of his erection up near her mouth, and soon she couldn’t resist leaving Carter’s shaft for Marc’s, then moving back again, taking turns on the two big shafts she couldn’t seem to get enough of.

Finally, when her needy cunt begged for more attention, the guys allowed her to again shift them into a new position.

“Condom?” she whispered to Marc.

He hurriedly pulled his wallet from his shorts and she watched anxiously as he ripped open the packet and rolled it on.

Pushing his shoulders, she sat him up on the couch and straddled him, wanting his enormous cock inside her wet, empty channel. Situating her pussy directly atop the broad head, she slowly impaled herself on it in one long, filling stroke that reverberated through her whole body and sent a little moan echoing from her throat.

“Tight,” Marc whispered with a wicked smile.

She looked into his dark eyes and licked her upper lip in response.

“Sore?” he whispered.

She’d forgotten. “No, not at all,” she said, pleased that she’d recovered from last night’s pummeling.

Carter now sat next to them on the couch and she reached down, taking his erection in her hand as if to lead him by it. “Bring it up here and let me suck it some more,” she said.

“Wait,” he told her, then walked around to the back of the couch, which brought his cock to the perfect height. She grabbed onto it, pulling it toward her, and—placing it between herself and Marc—she was able to close her lips around it.

Carter let out a thick sigh of pleasure as she began to work him over, and Marc lifted his head to look, only a couple of inches away from Carter’s cock.

As she moved up and down on Marc’s incredible shaft—mmm, it felt even bigger and more powerful in this position, with all her weight on it—having him so very close as she sucked another man got her even hotter and wetter, until she could
hear
his dick moving through the slick juice of her pussy.

She used her tongue, her hands, and every part of her mouth to bring Carter pleasure as Marc got a close-up view of her work. Stopping once to flick her tongue over the end of Carter’s long shaft, she then thrust her tongue into Marc’s mouth for a hard French kiss. She repeated the action several times, sucking on Carter, then kissing Marc, drawing Carter’s cock closer and closer to Marc’s mouth until finally she found the daring to kiss Marc
around
the head of Carter’s erection. Neither man protested, although Carter’s groans deepened as Diana and Marc licked at each other’s tongues, simultaneously delivering licks to his cock, as well.

Diana watched Marc’s eyes overtop of the hard phallus that stretched between them. He met her gaze, unapologetic, clearly as deep into the heated encounter as she was, until they were no longer reaching for each other’s mouths at all, just staring glassily into each other’s eyes as they delivered sensual licks to Carter’s hard cock.

Above them echoed Carter’s low, guttural moans. Below, Diana’s pussy felt more deliciously filled than it ever had before. Marc’s hands, which had for a while cupped her ass, had now moved inward, inch by inch, until the tips of his middle fingers together worked in unison to rub the hot little fissure there.

When he finally eased the tip of one finger inside, where Carter’s had so recently been, she let out a long low cry, still licking on Carter’s cock with Marc’s help. When the lovely finger began to move in and out, it made her fuck him harder, harder.

“You want more in your tight little ass, sweetheart?” Marc asked around his friend’s erection.

She nodded vigorously. “Unh…”

Marc pushed his finger deeper inside, making her cry out again.

She resumed sucking Carter’s cock out of pure instinct and need—wanting all the holes of her body filled. Marc eased a second finger into her ass and she cried out again, taking it in, feeling the unusual way that mysterious opening was reacting, widening, convulsing around his fingers in almost the same way her pussy did. “Mmm, oh God, oh yes.” A nearly nonsensical string of exclamations left her as the pleasure in her ass began to spread outward, through her pussy, through her whole supercharged body.

She was so into the grand fucking she was receiving that she didn’t even wonder where Carter was going when he pulled away and left the back of the couch. But a moment later he was behind her, his hands molding and exploring. They roamed her ass, up past the twisted skirt at her hips and around to her breasts, squeezing and caressing, letting the nipples get delightfully pinched between his big, kneading fingers. She missed his cock in her mouth, but replaced it with Marc’s kiss, his tongue.

“Lie down,” Carter said, his voice low and surprisingly demanding. “Stay like you are,” he clarified, “but stretch out on the couch.”

Despite having called all the delicious shots so far, Diana felt no inclination to argue, interested to see what this strong, sweet, sexy man had in mind for them next. With Marc’s huge cock still inside her, they shifted so that he was lying lengthwise on the couch and she continued riding him. Her pussy had adjusted to his size and now it was easy to fuck him, fast or slow, gentle undulations or wild bounces.

“Let me suck your nipples,” Marc said, and she bent over so they dangled above his face. He nipped at one, then shifted, taking the other into his mouth for a hard, pulling suck.

Behind her, Carter continued his caresses—his hands explored her belly, her back, her thighs, her ass. She found herself lifting her butt as much as she could without losing Marc’s cock, to give Carter better access.

When she felt him lick the hungry, tiny fissure of her ass, she let out a hot gasp. And from that moment on, she was lost to the sensation.

The sensation of his tongue, licking, licking, then pressing, seeking entry, poking at the tight little hole.

The sensation of his fingers, gently prodding, stroking, pushing, dipping inside.

He was ever-so-slowly spreading her asshole wider and wider until her moans were emanating from deep inside her, and he said, “Three fingers,” and she knew he meant that’s what he had inside her ass.

She fucked those fingers as she fucked Marc’s wondrous cock, wondering how much pleasure she could take—and admittedly, wondering how much more her ass could take, too. It felt pleasantly stretched, as if much more would be impossible.

But his fingers were so wet as he gently moved them in and out, and his lazy rhythm somehow made her relax, enjoy, simply sink into the pleasure so deeply that she forgot about the possibility of pain.

When his fingers departed and she heard another small packet being ripped open, she tensed slightly. And when she felt his cock prodding the tight little hole, she was sure it would never go in without splitting her apart, and she almost asked him to stop. But the little part of her that wanted him in her ass so badly she could taste it kept her quiet, kept her patient, kept her lulled into submission.