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out way more than they normally would. I felt even more weirdly on display, and I knew that was the idea. My cheeks burned, and much to my horror, the flush went all the way down to my prominent and shown-off breasts.
“Oh, this is good,” Thor said. “Now come here.”
I went to him with a mixture of relief and apprehension. Thor put down his drink on a side table and reached up and pulled me to him so that I was straddling him, one knee on either side of him. Gently he brushed a hand over my breast, over my nipple, launching twangs of sensation through me. “You’re blushing,” he said, “and it makes me want to devour you.”
I reveled in his warm touch, knees shamelessly spread over his lap, and he put his lips to my breast. I closed my eyes and gasped as he sucked my nipple quite ferociously, then blew cool air on it. He twirled the other gently between his fingers.
“Oh my god,” I said. It was as if being made to strip in front of them had heightened all my nerves and senses for this. And they knew it—I was sure of it. These were two very sexually devious bandits. “I think my mind might melt,” I hissed as Thor rubbed the flat of his tongue over my diamond-hard nipple.
A voice behind me. “Not yet.” Odin . I hadn’t noticed him come around. Odin pushed his hand down the back of my panties and squeezed my ass cheek. Then he brought his other hand around to cup my sex, sending ripples of pleasure though my pelvis. “No melting and no coming. Not until we say so.”
Oh, so it was going to be one of those deals.
Odin squeezed and massaged, making me writhe under his magical touch, demanding more, feeling shameless and not caring.
Thor caressed my stomach, nibbling and sucking my breast. Odin kissed my neck as he pushed his hand down the front of my panties—inside now—touching the slickness between my legs. Then he grabbed my hand and put it over the bulge in his pants. I reached down to touch Thor, too. He growled into my nipple as I squeezed his shaft through the fabric of his gray slacks.
I know there were only four hands on me, but it felt like a dozen, touching and exploring me, pinching and teasing, sending me into bliss overdrive. Pleasure thrummed through me in sweet waves. If anything, Thor had undersold their skills. I never knew where their fingers would roam next, and eventually I gave up tracking any of it. I moved in a rhythm against somebody’s hand. I rubbed two cocks through two pairs of pants. The pants needed to come off.
Would they want to have anal sex? I never had, but Isis would go for it. I wanted to give these men everything they demanded. New pleasure swelled in my belly at the thought of them bossing me more, and demanding things.
“Christ, I could come right now,” Thor said. “I want to take you so hard. But I just don’t know if I can decide how. I want to fuck you all night.”
Please do, I thought
“Come here.” Odin pulled me backward and I stepped back off the couch, off Thor. “Take off his pants and suck him,” Odin whispered in my ear.
I kneeled in front of Thor and started to undo his belt.
“No, not like that.” Hands on my hips, Odin pulled me up to stand again, and then kissed my ear, warm and breathy, and he whispered softly, so that only I could hear, “Don’t kneel—bend. I want you bent over and totally open to me. I need full access to your incredibly wet pussy for what I have in mind right now.”
Heat built between my legs. I started to form a funny reply, like how full of helpful suggestions he was, but then he shoved my panties down off my hips and the quip melted away.
“You’ve never been with two men before have you?” Odin asked. “Tell the truth.”
“No,” I admitted, figuring that he already knew.
“That’s perfectly fine,” he said.
Thor groaned. “Better then fine.”
“Now bend over,” Odin whispered into my ear.
I complied.
It was harder to bend down to Thor than to kneel in front of him, but I
“Oh, this is good,” Thor said. “Now come here.”
I went to him with a mixture of relief and apprehension. Thor put down his drink on a side table and reached up and pulled me to him so that I was straddling him, one knee on either side of him. Gently he brushed a hand over my breast, over my nipple, launching twangs of sensation through me. “You’re blushing,” he said, “and it makes me want to devour you.”
I reveled in his warm touch, knees shamelessly spread over his lap, and he put his lips to my breast. I closed my eyes and gasped as he sucked my nipple quite ferociously, then blew cool air on it. He twirled the other gently between his fingers.
“Oh my god,” I said. It was as if being made to strip in front of them had heightened all my nerves and senses for this. And they knew it—I was sure of it. These were two very sexually devious bandits. “I think my mind might melt,” I hissed as Thor rubbed the flat of his tongue over my diamond-hard nipple.
A voice behind me. “Not yet.” Odin . I hadn’t noticed him come around. Odin pushed his hand down the back of my panties and squeezed my ass cheek. Then he brought his other hand around to cup my sex, sending ripples of pleasure though my pelvis. “No melting and no coming. Not until we say so.”
Oh, so it was going to be one of those deals.
Odin squeezed and massaged, making me writhe under his magical touch, demanding more, feeling shameless and not caring.
Thor caressed my stomach, nibbling and sucking my breast. Odin kissed my neck as he pushed his hand down the front of my panties—inside now—touching the slickness between my legs. Then he grabbed my hand and put it over the bulge in his pants. I reached down to touch Thor, too. He growled into my nipple as I squeezed his shaft through the fabric of his gray slacks.
I know there were only four hands on me, but it felt like a dozen, touching and exploring me, pinching and teasing, sending me into bliss overdrive. Pleasure thrummed through me in sweet waves. If anything, Thor had undersold their skills. I never knew where their fingers would roam next, and eventually I gave up tracking any of it. I moved in a rhythm against somebody’s hand. I rubbed two cocks through two pairs of pants. The pants needed to come off.
Would they want to have anal sex? I never had, but Isis would go for it. I wanted to give these men everything they demanded. New pleasure swelled in my belly at the thought of them bossing me more, and demanding things.
“Christ, I could come right now,” Thor said. “I want to take you so hard. But I just don’t know if I can decide how. I want to fuck you all night.”
Please do, I thought
“Come here.” Odin pulled me backward and I stepped back off the couch, off Thor. “Take off his pants and suck him,” Odin whispered in my ear.
I kneeled in front of Thor and started to undo his belt.
“No, not like that.” Hands on my hips, Odin pulled me up to stand again, and then kissed my ear, warm and breathy, and he whispered softly, so that only I could hear, “Don’t kneel—bend. I want you bent over and totally open to me. I need full access to your incredibly wet pussy for what I have in mind right now.”
Heat built between my legs. I started to form a funny reply, like how full of helpful suggestions he was, but then he shoved my panties down off my hips and the quip melted away.
“You’ve never been with two men before have you?” Odin asked. “Tell the truth.”
“No,” I admitted, figuring that he already knew.
“That’s perfectly fine,” he said.
Thor groaned. “Better then fine.”
“Now bend over,” Odin whispered into my ear.
I complied.
It was harder to bend down to Thor than to kneel in front of him, but I
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