NE 1 - Meeting A Neighbor's Needs (7 page)

A part of me hoped George hadn’t brought more men into my home, while another part wondered at the tasks I would have to fulfill to please George. Somehow, I knew these last few hours and the ones to come were a test. Not only of my body’s ability to give and receive pleasure, but also of the depths of my trust in George. It clicked then that in these last months together he’d slowly slipped an invisible collar of ownership on me. And it was here and now that I would have to decide if I would let it remain or slide it off.

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As I lay in the dark, listening to the men in my living room, I was undecided. Since the first night George had slipped into my bed, I’d approached our encounters as if they were individual episodes of sexual fulfillment. Scratching an itch, so to speak, I guess.

Now, with this hurdle before me, I took stock of our relationship. From the first day he’d touched me, something in him drew me. Like iron filings to a magnet, I couldn’t escape thoughts or fantasies about him. But was my need for him enough to withstand the plans I suspected he had for me? Enough to fulfill the one fantasy he’d shared with me?

My ruminations were interrupted when my attempts to remain silent failed. Either that or George was sensitive to my every move, because soon after I realized what I was hearing from the living room, George stepped into my bedroom and shut the door.

“You’re awake.” He smiled, standing at the end of my bed, clad in loose pants held at the waist with a drawstring. His chest was bare, the nipples tightening as he watched my body’s involuntary squirming as it sought relief from the unrelenting arousal filling it.

Behind the loose pants, I could see his cock swell, pushing at the fabric, proving he wore nothing beneath. “I have a little surprise for you, darling.” He slipped the fastenings at my ankles and wrists free with a gentle caress to the sore limbs.

“George, please,” I begged, for the first time in the last…it had to be at least twelve hours. “Don’t do this to me.” I found it difficult to stand. My limbs shook with hypersensitive nerves, pushed beyond any point I had ever experienced. Even the friction of my thighs touching sent waves of arousal through me.

“They’ve already seen you, Gina. Touched and tasted you while you were resting,” he informed me as he eased a diaphanous robe over my arms.

Despite my hesitation, my body stirred just as it had during my first encounter at the bookstore with Gideon and earlier with Mike. I wondered just how far George would take this. At the same time, that animalistic urge in my brain whispered its need to stretch beyond limits I’d set based on the values and mores of polite society.

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Deciding to put my faith in George again, I turned what attention I could to the robe he’d draped around me. The deep, U-shaped bodice was designed to expose my full, naked breasts while emphasizing the narrowness of my waist. Taking his time to smooth his hands over my waist to my ass, he held me close, nose buried beneath the honey-colored waves of my hair, drawing in deep breaths, as if trying to inhale my very essence and hold it in his lungs. Warm fingertips stroked over my back, identifying every rib, each vertebra, as if tactilely creating a map of my body. The feel of his engorged member pressing against my damp curls through the thin barrier of cotton made me moan.

Pulling his hands from beneath the robe, he carefully fastened the loops over the buttons before again caressing my waist, this time skimming over the silky fabric covering me. His venerate touch as he arranged my breasts so the pointed nipples jutted out eased some, but not all, of my fears. The sleeves were flowing with broad band cuffs, lending the billowing fabric the allure of a Hollywood pirate’s blouse. The floor-length skirt exposed me from the tightly cinched waist to the floor since the fabric didn’t meet in the front, but gathered in pleated folds at the curve of each hip.

Still unsure, I shook my head. “I can’t do this.” I sobbed, reaching to touch his muscled chest with a trembling hand.

His green eyes met mine, their depths dark with understanding. Dipping his head, his lips sipped at mine, drifted over my cheek to catch the single tear that had escaped. “Just this once, Gina. I swear, I will never ask this of you again.” And the truth was there in his eyes.

He wasn’t lying to me. It would be only this one time. In a voice too soft to be heard beyond the two of us, he added, “They’re clean. I made them get tested when I planned this.”

His fingertips lightly caressed my trembling breast before easing into the wet curls at the juncture of my thighs. “I want to watch you. There’s something about you, love. In passion you are incandescent.” Slipping his fingers between the petals guarding my moist sheath, he stroked the tender opening. Lifting the damp fingertips to his lips, he sipped at the wetness gathered on his calloused pads. “Just this once.”

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His coaxing and my trembling body betrayed my common sense, much as it had in those minutes following Gideon’s first thrust into my body. Then as now, I could see the need to satisfy his curiosity burning in George’s eyes. Despite how unusual this situation was, I understood that he felt it would draw us closer to one another. Or maybe it was simply I’d reached the decision I’d been debating earlier.

In my mind, I heard the distinctive fastening of a lock. Instead of a weight settling around my shoulders as I accepted this final symbol of George’s mastery of my body, an incredible lightness filled me. A freedom spilled through my mind and heart, making me aware of just how right submitting to his commands was for me. No other lover had instilled such confidence in me as George did. None had touched my heart and soul as this man did.

His needs, his presence, completed me in ways I was still trying to understand, but freely accepted.

With a shaky nod, I allowed him to lead me, like his trusting pet, into the dimly lit living room. From my stereo, the haunting strains of Middle Eastern music wafted through the room. Upon our entrance, the little conversation drew to a close. There were five men, not including George, in various relaxed poses in my living room, none of whom I’d ever met before. Each man was dressed similarly to my lover, in loose drawstring pants and bare chests. Each man matched George in height and fitness. Some were leaner while others were slightly huskier, but none was any less attractive than he.

As I stood there, George stepped away, leaving me in the center of the room, breasts swollen and bare, exposed from the waist down. Among the men I didn’t see Mike.

Inwardly, I heaved a sigh of relief, until I noticed the familiar bottle of wine on the coffee table with six empty glasses scattered about the room. And the woven basket that usually held a collection of wrapped candies was filled with familiar, distinctive black plastic packets.

A gesture from George brought the first man forward. “This is Aaron,” George offered.

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The man was handsome, lean face, dark brown eyes. Behind the fabric of his pants, his arousal pushed at the soft fabric. Leaning forward, he fastened his lips to mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth while one hand stroked my breast and the other tested the damp curls at my apex.

My eyes closed in appreciation of his skillful technique in kissing. Before I could return the caress, he slipped back and returned to his lounging position on the sofa, his fingers smoothing over the hard length of his penis.

“This is Vincent.”

A second man stepped forward, his hands slipping beneath my robe to cup my buttocks as his mouth dipped to suckle at a taut nipple. I gasped, burying my hand in his curly black hair. Still, he pulled away before I could enjoy more.

“Elkin.”

The third man stepped in front of me, took my trembling hand in his, and slipped it beneath his pants, cupping my hand over his thick erection. He withdrew my hand when I made to clasp him, and stepped away with a wry smile lifting his full lips and a twinkle in his storm-cloud-colored eyes.

“Terry.”

This man approached slowly, measuring every inch of me with sharp blue eyes as he walked around my shaking form, his blunt fingertips trailing from an aroused nipple to my shoulder, down my back, around to my other shoulder, then down to my other straining nipple.

“And last, Garrick.”

Garrick merely nodded toward me from his position in the nearest easy chair, lids lowered over keen amber eyes. He looked as sexy clothed in the loose pants, as he had in jeans and a T-shirt that day I’d spotted him outside George’s apartment. The heat in those golden eyes sent a twist through my belly rivaling my first reaction upon meeting George.

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The beat of the music grew louder as George eased the volume of the stereo up. My body began to sway to the rhythm of the pipes and guitars.

“Touch yourself, Gina,” George whispered from his corner of the room.

Caught in the thrall of the music and the heated eyes watching me, I caressed my breasts as my hips shifted, weaving a tiny figure eight, drawing gasps from the men watching me.

As I watched, Garrick eased his pants from his hips, sliding the fabric off so it pooled on the floor at his feet. His thick shaft quivered and pulsed as I thrust my pelvis in time to the music. Selecting a packet from the basket, he ripped open the cellophane and smoothed a condom over his long length as I danced toward him, his gaze capturing mine. All my attention was focused on him and the straining shaft as I slowed to stop before him. He pulled my hands from my breasts gently and made me straddle his thighs, all the while watching my eyes. Easing first one leg then the other over the rolled arms of the chair, Garrick slid his hot, hard length into my wet pussy, thrusting deep against the gate of my womb, rocking and pulsing within my sensitive walls. His broad hands tightened over my hips, lifting me clear of his cock, then pulling me forcefully back down onto it.

I could feel the eyes of all the men watching us as Garrick pumped my hips over him.

Just as I neared my climax, he pulled free and eased me away from his body. I looked over my shoulder as hard hands circled my breasts from behind and Terry pressed his naked frame against my back. He eased the skirt of my robe to the side before he slipped into my aching pussy. He worked his length carefully within me, thrusting hard enough to push me toward completion, but not enough to send me over the edge.

Again, just as my body began to tighten in climax, Terry withdrew, and I was spun to meet Vincent’s penetrating blue eyes. His dark hair fell over his brow, giving him a childlike quality. As he pushed down his pants, baring his impressive erection, I laughed at the lack of childlike dimensions he sported. Someone tossed a packet to him, and he snatched it out of the air without turning his gaze from mine. Handing me the condom, he waited as I opened Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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it and smoothed it over his impressive cock. Once I’d finished, Vincent walked me backward to the nearest wall, where he lifted my body in his huge fists and slammed into my damp channel. His pumping and pounding technique took my breath away, shooting me back to the edge of arousal.

When I was a thrust or two from climax, Vincent passed me to Elkin, who turned me to face the wall. His turgid length caressed the crease between my buttocks before sliding forward and into my moist pussy. My cries were growing more frantic by then, as Elkin pulsed and ground his hips against mine, stroking the screaming nerves of my vagina with his hot shaft. Behind me, the crackle of cellophane and the whisper of latex over flesh ratcheted my arousal higher. The thought that each man would fuck me while George choreographed it all excited me beyond the levels the tainted liquor or fruit had taken me to thus far.

When Elkin pulled free and handed me to Aaron, I knew his pulsing hips and thick cock would leave my body straining for satisfaction. I guessed George would be the last to mount me, and when I felt Aaron’s smooth withdrawal, I staggered to the center of the room, searching for my lover as my quivering legs gave way beneath me. On shaking knees, I shuddered and sobbed, begging for climax as my fingers fumbled with the hooks securing my robe. Ripping the delicate fabric from my body, I ignored the audience I’d acquired. Bracing my left forearm on the floor and leaning forward, I spread my thighs and slipped my fingers into my aching body. Deaf to the panting breaths around me, I focused on bringing myself relief.

The room was filled with the excited murmurings of the six men who watched. My first climax ripped through me after a few strokes of my clit. When my shaking arm grew too weak to hold my upper body erect, Garrick knelt before me, his eyes fixed avidly on my frantically thrusting fingers. He flexed his thick penis between the swaying globes of my breasts. The friction of my round tits sliding around his cock sent him into climax.

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My body was beyond the ability to obey the commands of my mind. Four pairs of hands eased me to my feet while two more pair spread thick towels over a plastic mat on my living room floor. They lifted and positioned me in the middle of the towels, my upper body held higher than my lower as cool wine dribbled over my breasts to spill down my belly and pool between my legs.

Each man took a turn drizzling wine over my skin before lapping the liquor from my body. Once sated and the bottle emptied, they dipped thick washcloths into a basin of warm water. The liquid felt refreshing against my sweat-drenched flesh. They paid particular attention to my labia and vagina. Six times the swollen flesh was rinsed, a gentle stream of water squeezed from the cloth into my channel. By the time the last man had ministered to my body, I was on fire with arousal. Glistening with water, they draped me over a padded chaise someone had dragged from my bedroom and positioned in the center of the living room floor.

My body became a meal for the men. George remained outside the ring as Aaron and Vincent fondled a breast each, their wet, warm mouths suckling the stiffened peaks, while Terry and Elkin guided my hands around their pulsing shafts. Garrick mounted me first, slipping his thick, condom-sheathed length deep within me, clasping my hips tight to his as he pumped and strained toward climax. His shudders came only minutes later, while my channel quivered, but didn’t spasm in its own satisfaction. Sliding away, Garrick disappeared to dispose of the protection before returning to drape himself across the sofa, while keeping a keen eye on the four men surrounding me.