StrokeMe (6 page)

Three men. One woman
.

Eric and Max had fucked her good, but somewhat carefully.
Getting her body used to them was part of their cautious lovemaking, she
suspected. They’d also had to be cognizant of Finn’s paint job.

But after that curtain dropped
in…thirty-three…thirty-two…thirty-one seconds… There’d be no need to worry
about smudging the body paint!

A low moan lodged in her throat. The crowd in the club was
on its feet, applauding Finn’s masterpiece, but all Annabelle could think about
was finishing what she’d started with these men.

When the curtain finally fell back into place, her
excitement soared. She had to release Jasper’s cock not just so he could be
lowered to the stage but also because she was about to get lockjaw. She worked
her mouth a little, loosening it up. Eric and Max shifted their positions, both
withdrawing their cocks, disappointing Annabelle.

Were they done with her?

Jasper said, “Jesus, that was a bitch.” He slipped the wing
attachment off his shoulders as he said to Annabelle, “Having my cock in your
mouth for two minutes and not being able to do anything about it was just
downright cruel.”

“You don’t know the half of it!” Max chimed in.

“Agreed,” Eric said, winking at Annabelle, silently telling
her how difficult it’d been to be inside her and not be able to fuck her.

But Annabelle had them all beat. “You think you had it bad,”
she said, feeling bold and brazen, considering she’d come this far without
backing down. “Imagine how much torture I had to go through. Three cocks in me
without being able to enjoy them to the fullest extent?” She eyed each man in
silent invitation. “Now that’s downright cruel.”

She added a little pout for good measure.

Eric chuckled. “Poor Annabelle. Maybe we should make it up
to her.”

“She did save the day by agreeing to be in the scene with
us,” Max said.

“And we do have this room all to ourselves…” Jasper added.

Annabelle clamped down on her lower lip. She had no idea
what Max and Jasper looked like under their paint. Had no idea what color their
hair was, didn’t know if she’d even recognize them if she ran into them on the
street some day. But the paint did nothing to diminish their masculinity. Their
magnificent bodies, so strong and powerful. Annabelle wanted to touch them
everywhere. Wanted them to touch her in return.

So she didn’t hesitate the slightest bit. Grabbed that
carrot they dangled in front of her, prepared to nibble on it!

Reaching a hand out to Eric, her fingers glided over his
wide chest, the muscles bunching beneath her touch. She said, “I’m ready for
more.”

A true statement, evidenced by the way her cunt clenched
tight and her juices started to flow. Her nipples had never softened. Were, in
fact, so hard they hurt. She wanted Eric’s mouth on them, teasing them with his
tongue. Sucking them between his teeth.

His head bent and his mouth pressed to hers just as Max,
still standing behind her, removed her headdress. Then his hands were on her
body as Eric deepened their kiss. Max squeezed her breasts and tugged gently on
her nipples, sparking a fire in her belly. Eric’s hand moved between her legs,
his fingers rubbing her clit with lightning-quick speed, bringing the erotic
sensations back full force.

Jasper stood close enough to them that Annabelle could slide
her hand over the head of his cock and down his thick shaft. She gave it
several long, full strokes as Eric continued to kiss her. The hands on her body
and the slight jerking of Jasper’s cock—so telling of how aroused he was—pushed
Annabelle right to the edge. Eric seemed to sense how close she was, and pushed
a finger into her wet cunt. Annabelle tore her mouth from his as she came, the
simple attention they paid her body enough to get her off quickly.

But, of course, she wanted more. So much more.

“Fuck me,” she said, still fighting for a full breath. “All
of you.”

Eric dropped to his knees before her. He grabbed Annabelle’s
hand and pulled her down with him, forcing her to let go of her grip on
Jasper’s cock. Eric eased back onto the stage floor, bringing her with him. She
straddled him and, a heartbeat later, his cock was thrusting up into her,
giving Annabelle one-third of what she needed. He held her hips steady, lifting
her body slightly off him, as he hammered into her in a piston-like way, making
her gasp for air and shudder from head to toe at his forcefulness. And the
exquisite sensations he evoked.

Annabelle’s pussy clenched him tight, squeezing and
releasing. Eric groaned as she milked him, his hips and ass lifting off the
floor to help him thrust deeper into her. She leaned over him, her palms
flattening on the smooth floor on either side of his head. She thrust her ass
in the air and glanced over her shoulder at Max, whose hand was wrapped around
the base of his cock. He pumped it slowly as he watched Eric fuck her. Listened
to their moans and groans. Her sharp whimpers when Eric hammered into her a
little harder.

“I want you,” she said to Max.

Max stepped closer to them. Annabelle’s attention returned
to Eric. “I’m going to come,” she said, the climax building fast within her.

“Oh yeah,” Eric said, as though he could feel the pressure
increase and knew she was on the verge.

Max’s hands were suddenly on her ass. He spread her cheeks
wide and took over the rhythm of hers and Eric’s lovemaking. He lifted her off
Eric’s cock, only to force her back down on it, then rocked her hips so that
she ground against Eric as his cock pushed deeper into her. Max repeated the
move several times, until everything inside Annabelle collided and exploded in
a release that had her screaming wildly.

Not that anyone could hear her with the club’s music cranked
to a double-digit decibel.

“Oh fuck,” Annabelle said, gasping for air. But Eric didn’t
give her a reprieve. He continued to pump his thick cock into her now-dripping
cunt as Max’s hands spread her cheeks wide again and the head of his dick
nudged her anus.

Exhilaration and anticipation consumed her. When Jasper
knelt by her right shoulder, his cock as tempting as the other two, she
balanced her weight on one hand so she could wrap the fingers of the other one
around Jasper’s thick shaft. She gave it a few tight-fisted pumps, then used
the pre-cum that seeped from the tip to moisten the head, putting extra effort
into her hand job.

When Max’s cock pressed into her ass, her gaze snapped to
Eric. “Don’t stop fucking me,” she said.

He grinned at her, though it was a tight one. “Wasn’t
planning on it.”

“Good.” Her breath came in short rasps. “I like your cock
inside me.”

He groaned. Picked up the pace a little. Annabelle’s head
dropped to his shoulder. She still held Jasper’s cock in her hand, squeezing it
tight as his hips bucked. Max was taking his time behind her, easing in slowly.
It was Eric’s cock in her that pushed her toward another powerful orgasm.

“Oh yes,” she moaned. “Just like that. Fuck my pussy. Fuck
it harder.”

Eric thrust up into her just as Max sank a bit deeper. The
stinging sensation from her ass, combined with the hard rod ramming into her
pussy, made her cry out again as she came.

“That’s it, Annabelle,” Jasper whispered. “Come all over his
cock.”

She lifted her head and leaned toward Jasper, who looked in
desperate need of some action himself. Thus far, he hadn’t been much more than
an observer. Her lips closed around his thick shaft and she sucked hard,
eliciting a low, primal grunt from him.

Max’s hands gripped her waist and he pulled slightly out of
her before pushing back in. Eric’s hand moved between her legs, and he used the
pad of his thumb to rub her clit while he continued to fuck her pussy.

Jasper reached down and palmed her breast, squeezing it
roughly. Annabelle wanted to scream again from the erotic joy they brought her,
but she didn’t want to relinquish her lip-lock on Jasper’s cock. She held him
at the base with her hand, since he was much too long for her to take fully
into her mouth, and her head bobbed up and down as she licked and sucked him.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Keep doing that.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Max asked on a harsh breath.
“Being inside her. Fucking her mouth. Her pussy. Her ass.”

Annabelle’s heart swelled at how much they seemed to desire
her. How much they seemed to want to selflessly give her pleasure. Get her off
as many times as possible before they gave in to their own releases.

As they continued to fuck her, Annabelle knew she would
always hold a special place in her heart for Eric, Max and Jasper. They’d done
nothing but take good care of her. Careful not to hurt her, but determined to
give her endless amounts of pleasure.

It made her want to reciprocate even more. She licked
Jasper’s cock from base to tip, then flicked her tongue over and around his
head, teasing him, making him breathe even harder.

She drew him into her mouth, taking as much of him as she
could, and sucked him hard.

“Oh Christ,” he said in a strained voice. “I’m going to
come, Annabelle.”

She was perfectly aware of why he’d warned her—so she could
finish him off with her hand. Instead, she continued to suck until he exploded
inside her mouth, a long, low groan falling from his lips.

Watching her get Jasper off seemed to spur Eric and Max on
even more. They fucked her a little harder, stealing her breath.

“Oh God,” she moaned, now focused solely on the sensations
building within her again. Eric continued to rub her clit and Jasper moved in
closer so he could palm both her breasts and pinch and roll the nipples, making
her think there was absolutely nothing else she needed to send her over the
edge. A very tall, steep edge that would lead to one hell of a freefall!

But Max surprised her by lightly spanking one of her cheeks.
The slight sting made everything inside her light up like a slot machine with a
winning combination.

“Oh yes,” she whispered, giving herself over to the
pleasure, losing herself in sexual bliss. “Oh God. Fuck me harder. Make me
come. Please, please,
please
!”

They all worked her a little more feverishly. When Max
smacked her on the ass again, all the beautiful, delicious, erotic sensations
converged, rocking her to the core of her being like a ten-point earthquake.

“Oh yes!” she cried out, riding a tsunami of pleasure that
coursed through every inch of her. “
Oh
!” The bliss went on and on. Her
inner walls squeezed both cocks inside her.

Eric came next, calling out her name as his body jerked and
convulsed beneath her and inside her.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” Max groaned as he pushed a little deeper
into her ass.

His orgasm caused him to buck behind her, making him hammer
into her until Annabelle screamed again, another climax stealing her breath.

Max withdrew slowly from her and she collapsed onto Eric’s
wide chest, panting heavily.

“Good Lord,” she managed to whisper. “That was…too amazing
for words.”

“You said it,” Eric replied with a soft laugh.

Jasper leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“You give one hell of a blowjob, Annabelle.” He smiled at her, then got to his
feet and left the stage.

Max took his place, pressing his lips to her temple. “Damn
good fuck, Annabelle. You’re a fantasy come to life.” He winked, then left her
alone with Eric.

When she finally regained some of her strength, she sat up.
She still straddled Eric’s lap. His cock was still inside her.

Eric sat up too. “Come to Vegas, Annabelle. See the show.
We’ll take you out on the town afterward.”

“I’d like that.”

* * * * *

The auction on Sunday was, as Yvette had claimed, a stellar
affair with a fantastic brunch, free-flowing champagne and a fiercely
competitive, live auction. Yvette bid on the peacock number and won.

She beamed proudly as she said to Annabelle, “Don’t you dare
let those country-club prudes view it without me there to see their reaction!”

Annabelle laughed. “They’re not all prudes, you know.”

Yvette’s gaze slide over her and a wicked smile touched her
lips. “No, honey, they’re not.”

Sans her body paint, the blush on Annabelle’s face was
likely bright pink. “You are so bad.”

“No,” her friend said. “You are. I like this new Annabelle
Hardin.”

“Yeah,” Annabelle agreed. “Me too.”

The “Pollination” scene was the last to be auctioned off.
The bids were fast and furious, the price escalating at a rapid rate.
Annabelle’s eyes grew wide at the popularity of the piece. She also felt a new
sense of pride for her bold breakthrough. So when the bidding slowed, and the
piece was going, going, go—

Annabelle lifted her bidder’s paddle in the air, upping the
price by another five hundred dollars.

Her competition backed down, though the man looked
positively steamed. Unable to meet Annabelle’s new price, the gavel dropped and
the auctioneer yelled, “Sold!”

Annabelle’s heart skipped a beat.

Yvette gasped. “Talk about paying a fortune for a painting!”

Dropping her bidder’s paddle on the table, Annabelle
snickered. “I want the reminder of my liberating weekend in Manhattan.” She
reached for her glass of champagne and took a deep sip.

Yvette smiled. “I have a newfound respect for you, my
friend.”

“I do too,” she said with a grin, already knowing exactly
where she’d hang the painting. In the living room for all to see.