Three Hot Wishes (Fantasy Come to Life - Magic in the Real World Novel) (16 page)

"I was on the camera," he said, and his voice was like the sweep of a blade through the night. "I saw you, and..."

I nodded, understanding. "You let me in."

"Yeah."

"Thank you," I said, and meant it. I was still a little stunned at his arrival, but I didn't doubt what he'd said, which meant that Stinger was either content for me to still be outside dressed like I had been or he knew I was in the clubhouse and didn't mind that I wasn't with him.

Whichever one it was, my heart went out to this great big bear of a man standing in front of me. I knew what he wanted, and I stepped out of the shower and knelt on the luxurious bathmat in front of him, fully intending to give it to him.

He took a careful step forward too, as if I were some wild animal that he was worried would run if he moved too quickly. Once he was in reach I smiled up at him, locking my gaze with his as I unbuckled his leather belt and unzipped his jeans. His cock was so hard that the angry purple head of it stuck out his boxer shorts, so I put my hands on his hips and dipped my head, sticking my tongue out to bath the tip of him.

I'd left the water on, either because I liked the steam or I wanted the splash of it to cover our noises. Whatever the reason, I heard his groan rumble through him, his knees trembling ever so slightly as I pulled his boxers down his legs with one hand and took the head of his cock deeper into my mouth. He tasted like pure sex, his thick length already leaking that lovely, sticky precum that had always let me know when a man was desperate for me.

So I decided to give him a show. After all, if women really didn't treat this guy with the respect his soft-spoken politeness deserved simply because of his looks, he was probably going to need the memories of what I was about to do to him often, on those lonely nights ahead.

I slurped more of him into my mouth, letting the sensitive skin of his shaft scrape gently against my teeth. He rewarded me by bucking his hips into my mouth ever so slightly, and I tugged his boxers down his legs in one quick motion. His cock sprang up and grazed the side of my face, its length hot with the press of blood. I bobbed my head down onto his thick dick, and once again his hips made that sexy pumping motion that pushed another inch of him past my tight, wet lips before he got the motion under control and restrained himself.

I stared up at him, letting him see my face impaled on his hard, ready cock before hollowing out my cheeks and sucking on him. His eyes slitted in pleasure and his hips ground at me once again, and I decided then and there that I was going to fuck this powerful, needful man harder and with more passion than any lover I'd ever had in the past.

He was close. I could taste the change in him, the new tangy musk that came just before he would have sprayed his cum down my throat. I felt his balls tighten in anticipation, and responded by dragging his thick cock out of my mouth and pressing the length of it against my face, stroking it gently with one hand. "It's okay, lover. Slow down. You're going to get everything you want from me, I promise. Just tell me where you want to cum in me, and I'll make it happen. Would you like that?"

I could tell by the glimmer in his eye that he very much would, but even as he thought about my question he paused, his body telling him one thing and his mind, no doubt, telling him another.

"Here," I said, happy to tease him now that I'd already decided to fuck him to within an inch of his life. "Do you want to push this big, thick cock into my throat and watch me gag on you before I swallow every drop of you?" I plunged his cock into my mouth by way of demonstration before he had a chance to react, relaxing my gag reflex just enough to push the tip of him past my tonsils.

The heat coming off of him filled me with desire, and for a moment the game I was playing with him went away, replaced only by the need to put more of this sexy man into me. I leaned forward on my knees and forced my face against him, my eyes almost crossed as I focused on the hard, throbbing shaft that I was so desperate to get down my throat.

I could feel it grudgingly sliding in, but it wasn't until he lost whatever inhibitions he had and wound his strong fingers into my hair and yanked me down on his dick that I made real progress. I gagged on him, my throat spasming, the milking action of my muscles as they begged for air dragging a roar of approval from him and a hiss of breath from me as my nose finally buried itself in the crisp tangle of his pubic hair and he slid all the way home down my throat.

He couldn't control his hips anymore. I'd started this as a tease, as a little preview of the type of deep throating I planned to give him if that was what he wanted. I'd planned on so much more, but the exquisite feel of him sliding his cock in and out of my wonderfully tortured throat, now and then a whisper of air getting into my lungs, my eyes watering with the force of his thrusts was too much.

Now, I needed him too. It wasn't just about what I could give him anymore. I needed his cum as badly as he needed to fill me with it.

"More," I begged, my words barely making it out as more than a low, urgent moan around his saliva-wet, rock hard shaft as he pumped it into me. "More!"

He did as he was told, fucking my face harder and harder. His hands held my head in place as his pistoning hips plunged his cock deep into my throat with every thrust. I ran my hands up his body, reveling in his flat stomach, enjoying the feeling of being powerless, on my knees before this massive man who clearly wanted nothing more in the world than to fill me with his cum.

"Stand her up, Bruce," a familiar voice barked at me from somewhere in the steam. I thought the big guy fucking my throat would have been startled enough to stop, but all he did was reach past my head and grab my hips, the incredible strength of him lifting me in the air until my feet found the ground, all the way never so much as missing a stroke.

Stinger laughed. It wasn't a cruel sound, but until the swirl faded out of the way enough for me to see him it was still one that surprised me. I'd been so engrossed in Bruce's cock that I must not have heard the door to the shower room open.

It was sure open now, though. The steam was clearing out already, and I could see Stinger just inside the room, a couple of new faces looking past him with interest, watching Bruce plunge his cock down my throat, obviously enjoying the wet sounds I made as I did my best to take him all the way to the hilt, the way he wanted me to.

Stinger stepped further into the room, and when I looked beyond him I could see that one of the other guys was holding a video camera. Even more than the gadgets presence, I was surprised that the notion of being filmed whilst in the middle of this didn't disgust me as much as I'd have thought it would.

If that was what they wanted, so be it. Stinger and I and maybe even Bruce too could talk about where the video went after this, but for now all I could focus on was the thrust of Bruce's cock and the fact that the guy without the camera was stepping out of his pants.

"Have a piece of that, Jake," Stinger said. "She gives as good as she gets, once you rev her up a little."

Bruce turned me a little, making space behind me for Jake to fill. The shower water was still going, and I experienced a moment of panic as the sound of it hitting the marble tiles covered up whatever noise Jake was making now that he was out of my sight.

There was something going on, though. Bruce's pounding had slowed, his once frantic once-at-the-edge-of-orgasm thrusts now a more deliberate in and out that bottomed out in my throat. I knew in my heart that he and the man Stinger had called Jake were communicating in some way, be it through simply mouthing words or some other more complicated system they'd previously devised.

Sure enough, as if they had a script for this that I hadn't been made aware of, both Jake and Bruce picked me up at the same time, Bruce hooking his meaty hands under my armpits and Jake lifting me by my thighs. It was like when you played 'wheelbarrow' as a kid, only now I had some big biker's cock buried in my throat, making me gag with every step as the hoisted me off the ground and carried me past Stinger and the cameraman, into an adjoining room.

It was a bedroom. I could tell that right away, since the only thing in the room of any note other than what appeared to be thick shag carpet was a massive, well-appointed bed.

I can't say they were gentle. By the time Bruce dragged his cock out of my abused throat, my eyes were watering fiercely and my lungs were burning. I hadn't exactly been suffocating, but it was nice to be able to draw more than the absolute bare minimum of oxygen into my body. He and Jake set me on the mattress, then Bruce rolled me over onto my back and pulled my body across the bed until my head was hanging off the mattress.

From my upside down viewpoint, I saw Stinger and the camera guy in the doorway. He looked pleased with himself, but didn't seem to be showing any signs of joining in. That was alright with me, though. I'd never so much as had two people see me naked at the same time, let alone be a part of some wild threesome or drunken orgy or whatever this was going to turn out to be.

Bruce stepped in front of me, his erect, swinging cock dominating my vision and my attention once again. I opened my mouth and craned my neck, eager for more of him. He smiled down at me and used one of his hands to press the head of his cock to my mouth, letting my tongue go flat against the satin heat of it.

Angled like this, with my throat open and my head hanging upside down and off the mattress, I knew that he'd be able to plunge himself far deeper into me than he had in the shower room, and with much more force.

I swallowed hard, trying to prepare myself mentally for what would clearly be a difficult task, no matter how much I wanted it.

Jake grabbed my ankles and spread my legs, letting out a low whistle as he admired the view. I wiggled my ass on the mattress, cupping my full breasts in my hands and moaning like the slut they were turning me into against Bruce's cock.

Jake was a wild man. That much was clear the instant he pushed my legs apart even wider and dove headfirst on to my pussy, his hot tongue slashing across my damp lips with a passion and single-minded determination that I found exhilarating.

It was all too much. The feel of Bruce's cock sliding into my mouth and down my throat once again and the busy, expert attack Jake had begun on my pussy already had me on the edge of an orgasm that I knew would overwhelm me.

But it was the fact that it was being filmed that pushed me over the edge. I went from spurned wife to wiling biker slut so quickly because I knew that, maybe even years from now, someone would play the recording they were making on their computer and watch me fuck and be fucked.

And they'd stroke themselves while they did...

I reached down and grabbed Jake's head, bucking my hips against his stubbled face, urging him on. His tongue stabbed into my wet pussy, lapped at the copious juices I could feel flowing from me. Every now and then he'd pull away just enough to lick the trail that trickled down my ass, spending a few precious, lightning-hot seconds on my previously unexplored rosebud before returning to my clit.

Jake brought his hand up and I felt his fingers fill me just as Bruce shoved his cock all the way down my throat and rocked his hips, clearly enjoying the tight confines of my mouth. I bit gently at the base of him, baring my teeth when he looked down, showing him with tiny pinpricks of pain how deeply I'd taken him.

He came in one white hot spurt after another, his cock so far down my throat that I never got the chance to decide if I did or didn't want to swallow his cum. No matter. As he pumped his cock in and out of me, the taste of his sperm confirmed what my choice would have been. He tasted like desire, and I drained him of all of it.

Jake added another finger to my pussy, stretching out my body to accommodate him. I writhed beneath his mouth, my clit on fire. He pressed one hand to my stomach to hold me down and adjusted his other hand so that his ring finger bumped up against my asshole in exquisite torture.

I froze, scared. Bruce was still in me, my mouth wringing the last of his lust from him. Did I want to go this far? I'd never let anyone touch me there...