Pleasure Penthouse: Hour 02

Sam grinned and shrugged at me, "I said it's our turn didn't I?" And then she pushed me back, sliding my hands away from the edge of the counter as she climbed up. Monica pulled her tongue from my ass with a squelching noise, and seconds later I felt her finger press against my hole. It was slick with something, lube probably, but I didn't turn to look because I was entirely focused on Sam. She slid under me, with surprising dexterity for the limited space, her breasts rubbing against mine as she wriggled until her mouth was level with my pussy and I could feel her breath blowing across my clit.

"My my, good thing I'm hungry for some pussy because you look delicious," Sam said gleefully as I moaned and stared down at her pink pussy below me. Right as Sam's tongue darted out to pass through my folds, Monica added another finger to my ass, working it in and really oiling up my hole.

"Fuckkk," I groaned, and then unable to resist I dropped my face and buried it in Sam's pussy, needing to taste her like she was tasting me. I clutched her legs, pulling her open and started to suck and lick my way from her outer folds to her clit. I was rewarded by Sam groaning against my crotch, the vibrations of the sound thrumming against my clit. Just as Sam and I started sixty-nining in earnest while moaning on the marble kitchen counter, Monica pulled her fingers from my ass. I let out a sound of surprise as I felt something much bigger, and colder, press against my hole.

I lifted my head up from Sam's pussy and looked over my shoulder to see Monica holding a costco-sized cucumber encased in a condom against me. I let out a whimper, my eyes rolling back as Monica worked the cucumber into me. Inch by inch she pushed in, pain mixing with pleasure. I felt so full, yet in a much different way than when Max had been pounding my pussy. And then I imagine Max pushing his cock through this hole instead, and I literally drooled. Saliva dripped down from my mouth and landed in Sam's pussy, which I had totally forgotten about. Sam had also stopped while Monica worked the cucumber in, but she started up again, slowly running her tongue around and over my clit. I groaned and shuddered, my body twitching and overwhelmed at how stretched I was right now. I lowered my head a bit, wanting to put my mouth on Sam's pussy, but stopped as the movement shifted my ass and sent a stab of pain through me. I let out a whimper, my eyes screwed up in concentration as Monica started to pull the cucumber out. I felt her drop something cool and slippery on the edge of my hole, and then her fingers were rubbing the sensitive skin of my stretched rim.

"That's it Ana, take it all in," Sam murmured against my pussy. "Don't worry about pleasing me love, just think about how full your ass is right now, how my mouth is fucking your pussy, and how dirty it's going to feel when Monica starts to fuck your ass with the big.....thick....juicy....cucumber cock." With each adjective Sam used to describe the cucumber she gently nibbled on my clit. I couldn't say anything in response, only groan as Monica did exactly what Sam described and pushed the cucumber back into me, this time faster than before.

I was already shaking, keening as the cucumber went in..and out...and back in. I stared unseeingly at my surroundings, my head swinging side to side, hair sticking to my back. I lost track of everything, and god knows if anyone else came into the kitchen because the only thing I could focus on was the sensations being wracked on me. Sam's tongue flicking against me, her nose pressed against my thigh, her teeth pulling the outer lips of my pussy into her mouth. Monica pounding the cucumber into me, my asshole clenching and contracting around it and making wet noises with every push and pull, and the sharp sting of Monica's hand as she brought it down on my ass, alternating cheeks but not holding back.

I felt warm, cold, and dizzy all at once. Blood was rushing in my ears, my heart was pounding, my mouth open and body jerking forward each time the cucumber thrust in and then pushing back searching for it the second it started moving out.

"Ah..aaaah...ooooh I can't...oh god don't stoppp......please fuck mmmm...uugh," I just kept moaning, chanting don't stop, I can't, fuck me, hell yea, and various other phrases as if they were prayers and Monica and Sam were the gods I was begging for salvation. And damned if they didn't deliver.

I didn't know I had it in me to explode again so soon, but a nuclear explosion is the only way to describe my orgasm. I threw my head back and let out a loud ohhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaa as Monica slammed the cucumber so deep I crumbled onto Sam's thighs and I just kept cumming and cumming. I shook, moaned, cried, and screamed as Monica fucked me through my orgasm, Sam holding on to my bucking hips and sucking my clit into her mouth as my pussy convulsed and gushed. Oh god I could feel it building...I was going to really burst....and then I was squirting, drenching the counter as my legs quivered crazily around Sam's head.

I heard Sam yelp and Monica let out a delighted, "Fuck yes!"

Then the cucumber was being pulled out of my ass, and god, it had been deep inside of me. My ass spasmed, my hole contracting as Monica pulled cucumber out with a pop and suddenly I was cumming again, another wave rocking through me as my pussy sprayed out my juices with a hiss. My knees slipped to the side, sliding against the mess I had made, and I collapsed full onto Sam.

My gasps and panting breaths filled the room as aftershocks passed through me, my body trembling as I lay there my legs spanning the width of the kitchen island and partially hanging off of the edges of the counter. I was drenched with sweat, with my juices, and I knew Sam's face was probably soaked. I was still struggling to catch my breath and put the pieces of my mind back together. I heard Sam and Monica whispering, and then two sets of hands were passing over my lower body, massaging and soothing. I was going to be very sore tomorrow, and the night had barely begun.

My eyes were closed, and I couldn't even think about opening them. I was so exhausted. I felt Sam shift below me, and she slowly slid me off of her body, sliding so that she was laying next to me. I heard Monica start to laugh again but then she let out a low curse.

"What are you all doing here," Monica's voice was irritated and I heard a muted response. Mildly curious, I pulled my eyes open, my vision blurry as I blinked rapidly to clear it. I could hear male voices, and then felt Sam get up next to me, her voice shrill.

"Seriously? Initiation? This isn't rush week at a frat house, dumbasses" she yelled. I couldn't see anything, my vision was blocked by Sam's legs and honestly, I couldn't be bothered to lift my head. I heard a guy chuckle, and then Sam gasped. She squirmed and then breathly mumbled something, and then I heard a deep chuckle in response. There were a lot of noises in the room now, but I couldn't make out any words, just incoherent sounds.

Then Sam was talking again, "Fine, go ahead pull out the rope." I looked up as Sam shifted, moving so she was sitting on her knees and her arms were stretched behind her. The lights from the ceiling above cast a shadow down on us, so that I couldn't see past Sam's outline. I could see her eyes twinkling down at me, a hint of something else twisting her mouth.

Confused, I put my hands down on the counter and started lifting myself up, still dizzy and my head swimming, when I felt rough hands grab my arms. I dropped back down with an 'oof', as my arms were pulled behind me and rope was wound around my wrists, quickly and effectively binding my hands. I thrashed on the counter, until I heard Sam calling my name.

"Ana. Ana! Hey calm down. Just go with it, and you'll have fun. I promise. These guys might seem rough, but they aren't that bad," Sam said soothingly before turning to hop off the counter. Her hands were also bound behind her back. I pulled in a deep breath, feeling my heart rate slow again as I pressed my forehead to the counter and closed my eyes.

Then suddenly I was being picked up so that I was angled towards the ceiling, and whoever had their arms around me started walking toward the hallway. Really? I wasn't just a piece of meat that could be hauled around willy nilly.

'What the hell?!" I emphasized my words by kicking out my legs, and was rewarded by a grunt of pain as my heel caught against someone's skin. The breath was knocked out of me as I was dropped to the floor, crumpling forward.

"Hey Declan, come check out the new girl! She's feisty! Damn, she got me good," I heard a cheerful voice ring out. I lifted my head, with the intent to show just how feisty I was, but the sight before me took my breath away.

It was Sam and Monica.

Their hands were bound behind their backs, like mine, and they were kneeling on the floor facing away from each other. They were surrounded by five..no six guys who were all wearing red masks and had red armbands on their biceps. Their cocks jutted towards the girls, and I watched as the girls sucked off two of the guys, their cheeks hollowed out and strands of spit hanging from their mouths. The rest of the guys were stroking their cocks, watching.

Okay, my pussy might be very into whatever was happening in front of me right now, but I still wasn't going to just be dragged around. Not unless whoever was doing the dragging asked nicely.

Just as I was about to vocalise this thought, a guy came out from behind me, from the hallway. Like the others he was wearing a red mask and armband, but he also had on a pair of long red pants. A tattoo made up of black and red ink covered one side of his chest, and his face was etched with shadows from his stubble.

My breath caught a little, because, okay, I thought the dude was hot. I have a thing for tattoos, sue me. A part of me wanted to stop resisting, and go along with whatever these guys were playing at. After all I had gone along with Max, and with Monica and Sam. But that was different, and there was something in this guy's eyes that just had me itching to piss him off anyway possible.

So I struggled to my feet, a difficult task considering my restrained hands, but I managed. All the time, the guy -- who I presumed was Declan -- watched, his arms folded across his chest.

He waited till I was standing, and then Declan stepped closer to me. And I kicked out at him, putting my Muay Thai training to use. But he easily blocked my first kick, and his other hand came up to catch my other leg in his hand before I even made contact.

"These are too dangerous to leave on," Declan murmured, a Southern accent adding a tang to his voice, as he yanked my heel off and threw it to the side. Then using his grip on my leg, he pulled me toward him so that I crashed into his chest and so that he could clamp his thighs around my outstretched leg. Declan held one arm with one hand, and used the other to bring my leg up and remove my remaining heel.

I didn't resist. I knew from the way Declan was holding me that he also had some martial arts background, and attacking at this point would be futile. He had the high ground. But that didn't mean I wouldn't try again as soon as the first opportunity presented itself.

I guess Declan saw this intent in my eyes, and he leveled a heavy glare at me. I had a feeling that he didn't like any resistance and despite my best efforts, a thrill ran through me, arousal once again rearing its head.

Declan let go of me and stepped away. I rocked on the heels of my feet, suspicious at being released. It was too good to be true, and I barely had time to squeal as Declan suddenly grabbed me and threw me over his shoulders. I kicked, but my muscles still sort of felt like jelly. I could feel blood rushing to my head, my hair brushing against the back of Declan's pants as we moved. Ooohh...

"Hey, I don't feel too great. Can you let me up," I called out, my voice sounding thick and muffled to my own ears. I felt Declan's chest rumble against my legs as he spoke.

"Not falling for that one darling. And don't worry, you'll be feeling good in no time at all," he called out to me, his voice slow and steady and sounding even more Southern. But I was too dizzy to respond.

After a day of travel, an omelette and bottle of water were not enough to restore all the electrolytes I had lost and the calories I had burned with over half a dozen orgasms in such a short time. Add to all this that I was now hanging upside down -- not a good mixture, evidenced by the spots dancing across my vision.

The last thing I saw was Sam giggling as the guy in Monica's mouth pulled out to cum across her face. Then everything went black.