and guess whose they are.”
Alex nearly smiled, not a little intrigued and a bit triumphant. She knew their smell and how different each was. Jeff smelled a bit musky with a hint of that citrus shave gel he favoured, and Devon smelled spicy with a piney overtone. No problem, boys. She would win this game. But wait.
“What about the winner?” she asked cautiously.
Devon laughed at her quick intelligence. “We win, honey! If you’re right, we get a blow job. If you’re wrong, you get a spanking and then we get a blow job.”
Alex trembled in arousal. She didn’t know how to do blow jobs, though they would probably be happy to teach her. But she liked what happened with spankings, too, so maybe she would get it wrong on purpose.
She heard the men shuffle in front of her and felt the movement in the air, her other senses preternaturally alert given her blindness. She leaned forward and felt around, her hands closing around a cock. Alex examined it in detail with her fingertips then stroked along either side. It pulsed and jerked in her grasp, and she heard a faint moan above her. She reached higher up and tentatively felt at the base of the cock, feeling the suede-like testicular sac. She impulsively cupped each of the egg-like contents, and her hands were immediately removed.
Alex stared upward blindly. “I thought I was supposed to rub it against my cheeks and lips?”
A strangled laugh sounded, and her hands were grasped and placed back against the hard shaft.
* * * *
Tight with arousal, Devon watched her turn her cheek into his cock to press her soft skin against him and then move to rub it against her lips. He held back another groan and felt Jeff’s body struggling with barely contained mirth. He’d almost lost it when Alex had cupped his balls, and Jeff’s amusement was palpable then. The son of a bitch would soon find out what was what when Alex had a try at him. He gently extricated himself and stepped back. Just looking at the woman kneeling, blindfolded, in front of them pushed his darkest fantasies to the forefront, and he didn’t trust himself to speak.
“Time’s up, Alex,” Jeff advised. “Who?”
“You,” she answered.
“Wrong,” Devon nearly growled. He actually felt hurt that Alex hadn’t know it was him she was touching, and then he saw the tiny smile curve her lips. The little wench. She chose to be wrong deliberately so he’d spank her. Well, bring it on, honey.
Jeff had caught the little smirk, too, for he raised his eyebrows at Devon. Like the well-oiled team they were, he hauled Alex up, pulling her blindfold off as he did so, and laid her across Devon’s lap, who was now sitting on the bench at the end of the bed. Devon watched as Jeff stood in front of Alex, winding his fist through her beautiful hair, to thrust his cock at her mouth.
“Open wide, Alex,” Jeff ordered. “I’m going to shove my cock into your mouth, and you are going to close those lips around it tightly. Understand?”
Alex got wide-eyed at his tone but nodded and actually licked her lips.
* * * *
Jeff held onto his cock so it didn’t jump right into her.
Jeff pushed into Alex’s mouth and felt her lips close tightly around him as instructed. He thrust experimentally, and her lips clung to him. He stifled a groan and avoided looking at Devon, who would be laughing. Payback. He gave a brusque nod in Devon’s direction.
Devon smoothed his hand over Alex’s ass cheeks and rubbed. “I’m going to give you five spanks, honey, and you are going to keep Jeff’s cock in that mouth of yours without opening it once, are we clear?”
Alex bobbed her head in agreement.
“If you let go, or bite Jeff, we’ll bring you up and not let you go over. And we’ll do that for hours,” he threatened.
Alex nodded again in agreement, this time humming her acquiescence.
“Holy shit, Devon, get on with it,” said Jeff, groaning aloud and trying to time a thrust with the downward sweep of Devon’s
Alex nearly smiled, not a little intrigued and a bit triumphant. She knew their smell and how different each was. Jeff smelled a bit musky with a hint of that citrus shave gel he favoured, and Devon smelled spicy with a piney overtone. No problem, boys. She would win this game. But wait.
“What about the winner?” she asked cautiously.
Devon laughed at her quick intelligence. “We win, honey! If you’re right, we get a blow job. If you’re wrong, you get a spanking and then we get a blow job.”
Alex trembled in arousal. She didn’t know how to do blow jobs, though they would probably be happy to teach her. But she liked what happened with spankings, too, so maybe she would get it wrong on purpose.
She heard the men shuffle in front of her and felt the movement in the air, her other senses preternaturally alert given her blindness. She leaned forward and felt around, her hands closing around a cock. Alex examined it in detail with her fingertips then stroked along either side. It pulsed and jerked in her grasp, and she heard a faint moan above her. She reached higher up and tentatively felt at the base of the cock, feeling the suede-like testicular sac. She impulsively cupped each of the egg-like contents, and her hands were immediately removed.
Alex stared upward blindly. “I thought I was supposed to rub it against my cheeks and lips?”
A strangled laugh sounded, and her hands were grasped and placed back against the hard shaft.
* * * *
Tight with arousal, Devon watched her turn her cheek into his cock to press her soft skin against him and then move to rub it against her lips. He held back another groan and felt Jeff’s body struggling with barely contained mirth. He’d almost lost it when Alex had cupped his balls, and Jeff’s amusement was palpable then. The son of a bitch would soon find out what was what when Alex had a try at him. He gently extricated himself and stepped back. Just looking at the woman kneeling, blindfolded, in front of them pushed his darkest fantasies to the forefront, and he didn’t trust himself to speak.
“Time’s up, Alex,” Jeff advised. “Who?”
“You,” she answered.
“Wrong,” Devon nearly growled. He actually felt hurt that Alex hadn’t know it was him she was touching, and then he saw the tiny smile curve her lips. The little wench. She chose to be wrong deliberately so he’d spank her. Well, bring it on, honey.
Jeff had caught the little smirk, too, for he raised his eyebrows at Devon. Like the well-oiled team they were, he hauled Alex up, pulling her blindfold off as he did so, and laid her across Devon’s lap, who was now sitting on the bench at the end of the bed. Devon watched as Jeff stood in front of Alex, winding his fist through her beautiful hair, to thrust his cock at her mouth.
“Open wide, Alex,” Jeff ordered. “I’m going to shove my cock into your mouth, and you are going to close those lips around it tightly. Understand?”
Alex got wide-eyed at his tone but nodded and actually licked her lips.
* * * *
Jeff held onto his cock so it didn’t jump right into her.
Jeff pushed into Alex’s mouth and felt her lips close tightly around him as instructed. He thrust experimentally, and her lips clung to him. He stifled a groan and avoided looking at Devon, who would be laughing. Payback. He gave a brusque nod in Devon’s direction.
Devon smoothed his hand over Alex’s ass cheeks and rubbed. “I’m going to give you five spanks, honey, and you are going to keep Jeff’s cock in that mouth of yours without opening it once, are we clear?”
Alex bobbed her head in agreement.
“If you let go, or bite Jeff, we’ll bring you up and not let you go over. And we’ll do that for hours,” he threatened.
Alex nodded again in agreement, this time humming her acquiescence.
“Holy shit, Devon, get on with it,” said Jeff, groaning aloud and trying to time a thrust with the downward sweep of Devon’s
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