I froze. I didn’t know what to do. Taking both Rodney and Ken together was a challenge in itself. But adding Alex and Jamal on top of that? Four guys together? I couldn’t handle that. That’s ridiculous! How would that even work? Reluctance and fear crept into my mind as I began to deliberate my options. And suddenly, my mind wandered deeper into the rabbit role as curiosity took its grasp. The five of us together…it could really be something special. I could experience pleasure that I never knew existed and getting fucked by all of them, one after another, sounds too good to pass on. I was scared. But I wanted it. I wanted to take the plunge, to take on the challenge of the extreme pounding that I was being offered. I was greedy and I wanted it all. It was as if my fingers had a mind of their own. I found myself typing in three letters – “Yes”.
It was done. I was in it. I couldn’t back down now. I was excited and nervous at the prospect of being treated like the boys’ slut, their whore, their private hoe. It turned me on to no end. I felt empowered and strong and I couldn’t wait! Saturday could not come soon enough!
Later that day, my husband told me that the boys couldn’t hang out this coming weekend. Hmm, I wonder why. My husband asked me if I wanted to do date night on Saturday.
“Actually, I was thinking of hanging with my girls. It’s been a while and I wanted to see them.” I lied confidently . Actually babe, I’m already doing date night. I’ve got four dates this Saturday and you’re not one of them.
Saturday finally came around. I started to get ready by showering and shaving my pussy to make sure it was soft, fresh and velvet smooth for the boys. I did my hair just how I like it, straight all the way through with the ends teased to create subtle curls. I applied my makeup, eye shadow, eyeliner and crimson red lipstick. Then, it was time to get dressed. I went shopping earlier during the week and picked out my outfit. What did I buy? Well, of course I bought a skirt! I love wearing skirts. Half of my closet is filled with them and the other half with dresses. This skirt was special. It was nudish-brown in colour, made up of a thick velvety, silky material, fitting super short and super tight (Outfit 3). My favourite feature of the skirt was the laces along the side that required tying and tightening. The laces started at the hem of the skirt and went all the way to the top, resulting in massive, gaping holes along the side of the skirt. It showed my naked thigh all the way to my hip bone and gave a sneak peek of my thong. At first, I thought about wearing a more subtle and less conspicuous coloured thong. But who am I kidding? I LOVE showing off my thong to these boys. I opted to wear a leopard print thong instead, which I knew would stand out much more. I paired this with a backless black top and no bra.
I walked downstairs ready to leave where I saw my husband. “WOW!” he said. “You’re looking incredible!”
“Thanks, babe” I responded.
“I think you’ve made me hard, Nina. How ’bout a quick one before you head out?”
“Sorry babe, I can’t. Gotta go. Don’t wait up. Me and the girls are going to be out late”, I quickly said as I left. There is no way I’m going to let you have a taste before the boys are through with me. I don’t want to spoil their meal. I want to stay tight, perky and perfect for them. Not that your dick is going to do much damage to my pussy anyway. I bet my pussy would have stayed nice and tight even if I had let you fuck me; they wouldn’t know the difference. I hopped into the Uber, leaving my husband high and dry as I went to go see my boys.
We were meeting at Jamal’s condo today. Jamal is a black guy, 6 ft tall, almost as well built as Rodney and was perhaps the cutest amongst them, while Alex is white and just as tall. I took the elevator up and knocked on the door. Jamal opened it for me. He smiled and hugged me as he let me in. Rodney, Alex and Ken were already there. I walked up to all the guys, giving them all a nice, tight squeeze. I gave Rodney his usual peck on the cheek as I took my seat in my regular spot beside him.
“How you doing, girl?” he asked.
“I’m good!” I replied giddily.
“What did you tell your man?”
“I told him I was going out with the girls.”
They all laughed in unison. I smiled. “He wanted to do date night with me when he found out that you guys couldn’t hang this weekend.” They snickered at this. I enjoyed taking subtle jabs at my husband. He was the one that exposed me to this whole situation. If it weren’t for him, I would have never become this person. I was always a good girl before all of this! But I guess I should be thanking him. This is the most alive I’ve ever felt and I wouldn’t have it any other way! We all got comfortable as the boys started passing drinks around. I took my glass, sipping it slowly and enjoying the soothing warmth as it hit my throat. Rodney rested his glass on my thigh, using it like a coaster. I loved the feeling of his cool glass and hand resting on my leg. He would occasionally swirl his glass, causing the cool condensation from the melting ice drip on to my naked legs.
Moments after, Jamal brought out tequila shots. The party was about to get started as I squirmed in my seat excitedly. The boys drank their shots first, straight and in one coordinated motion. Jamal gestured for me get out of my seat and make room for him. I got up off of the couch to give my seat to Jamal and proceeded to sit on the ground and on my knees. My skirt tightened up and rose up further in my new position as I sat there on my knees in front of the 4 boys. Jamal handed me a tequila shot, poured salt in Alex’s hand and lightly held a lemon slice in between his own teeth. I crawled closer to the guys, pulling Alex’s hand close to my face as I licked the salt off of his palm, gently moving my tongue out to the tips of his fingers. I quickly took the shot. My throat was on fire as the hard tequila rapidly slid down my throat. I moved my face close to Jamal’s and grabbed the lemon wedge out of his mouth as my lips briefly grazed his. I coughed as the boys cheered me on, smiling and proud of myself. Good job, Nina! Jamal handed me another shot, this time pouring salt in his own hands and handing Alex a lemon wedge to squeeze between his lips. I grabbed Jamal’s hand, eagerly licking the sodium off as I grabbed the lemon slice out of Alex’s mouth, biting his bottom lip in the process. The boys howled and cheered for me as a feeling of accomplishment overcame me. I put my arms into the air yelling “WOOOOO!!!” and shook my hips from side to side while sitting on my knees. I did the same exercise with Ken.
Then it was Rodney’s turn. As expected, Rodney provided the toughest challenge of them all. Jamal started to pour a fourth shot into my glass until Rodney motioned for him to stop. He snatched the tequila bottle out of Jamal’s hands and gestured for me to come closer to him. I squirmed on my knees towards Rodney, moving my body closer and closer to his until I sat snugly between his legs. Rodney poured salt on his forearm and held the lemon slice in between his teeth. He beckoned me to lick the salt off of his arm which I did. He held me by the chin and pulled my face close to the bottle. “Open wide” he commanded. I opened my mouth and pulled my head back as Rodney poured Tequila into my mouth. He gave me more than just a shot glass worth of the burning hot liquid as it spread down my throat like wild fire, some of it falling out of my mouth and dripping down my chin and chest like candle wax. I pulled myself towards Rodney’s face but he playfully resisted. My eyes started to well up with tears as the tequila continued to burn my insides. Rodney retreated the lime back into his mouth. I jumped up on the couch and on to his lap, my knees resting on his large, muscular thighs as I grabbed him by the back of his head and locked my lips with his. I started to kiss him passionately, using my tongue to hunt for the lemon slice in his mouth. Found it! I slid the lemon out of his mouth and bit into it, smiling from ear to ear as I enjoyed my victory. Once the burning of the tequila had ceased, I spat the lemon slice out of my mouth and pulled myself back towards Rodney, kissing him deeply and biting his lips in hunger. He kissed me back, matching my passion blow for blow as he slid his large hands from my back and down to my bouncy ass cheeks. My skirt had slid up all the way, fully exposing my butt and my leopard print thong. Rodney smacked my right ass cheek hard. I let out a muffled moan while his tongue was in my mouth and dug my nails into his neck. SMACK! Rodney slapped my right butt cheek again and I let out another moan. SMACK! Another one, harder than the last. My nails dug deeper into his neck as our kisses became wetter and fiercer. SMACK SMACK SMACK! The room filled with the deafening whipping sounds of Rodney’s massive hands clapping my meaty ass. The overwhelming pain and burning was only matched by the undeniable pleasure of being handled by this king-like man. The three other guys sat beside us enjoying the show. Jamal started to play with my hair, stroking his slender black fingers down my cheek, navigating to my shoulder and down to my arm. Rodney, being the generous friend he is, decided to let his friends in on the fun. He stopped kissing me and looked deep into my eyes, our noses touching, my lips quivering and my right butt cheek burning and imprinted with the remnants of Rodney’s hands. “You ready, baby girl?” he asked me.
“Mmm hmm” I nodded in a high-pitched, mouse-like moan. He lifted me off of his knees and gestured me to get back on to the floor. The boys stood up all together in military-like fashion and surrounded me, their bulges aching to be release from their denim prisons. I had a good idea of what I was expected to do. I unzipped their pants, one at a time, and slid them down with their boxer shorts. And there they were. My kings standing above me, looking down on me, their magnificent cocks firm and erect, waiting and begging for my attention. I was intimidated and nervous. Fuck fuck fuck! This is it! Look at them. Just look at them! 4 beautiful dicks and they’re all for me. They’re so much bigger and thicker than my husband’s! Am I going to be able to handle all of this? I’ve officially become their slut. They’re going to destroy me tonight, I just know it! Alex and Ken’s dicks were roughly the same size, veiny, thick and appetizing. Jamal’s dark cock was longer than the other two and looked like an absolute treat. But they were nothing compared to him. Rodney. He knew it as well. He knew that I wanted him most of all of them. I had seen his magnificent cock twice already but it still captivated me just like it did the first two times.
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