Megan had never had to work so hard for a Christmas present before
‘Take your knickers off and mop it up.’
Luke looked at me. And so did Robin, Al, Lee and Callum.
They were drinking in the conservatory and I stood there blushing hotter than I’ve done in my entire life. The blinds were drawn and in the corner stood a small Christmas tree, coloured lights glowing in the shadows. On the floor by Luke’s chair frothed a small puddle of beer. I glanced at it then stared at Luke, not knowing whether I wanted to kill him or kiss him.
‘Go on, Megan,’ he said, his voice getting sterner. ‘Get on your knees. Do as you’re told.’
No one said a word, and my pussy twitched, my heart racing as I dared myself to obey. If it had been just Luke, I’d have played along with barely a second thought. Role play is just one of the kinky things we do. Sharing our sexual fantasies is another, and here was one of mine, one of my hottest and darkest, on the brink of being made real by my filthy-minded boyfriend.
My hands were trembling as I reached under my skirt to remove my knickers. If any of them laugh or make a coarse comment, I thought, I’m out of here. But they didn’t, and I stood there with my polka-dot knickers scrunched in my hand, placing all my trust in Luke. These guys were his friends and work-mates, here for a few festive beers, and Luke wouldn’t put me in an unsafe situation.
I looked at Luke. His dark eyes were fixed on mine, giving me one of his hard looks that make me feel awkward, nervous and willing to submit. ‘On your knees,’ he murmured, his voice a stern whisper. ‘And mop.’
Trying to keep my dignity, I knelt. The laminate was cool against my knees and palms, and as I swiped my knickers over the puddle, no one said a word. Knickers are not dishcloths and the fabric was quickly soaked, meaning all I could do was slosh the remaining liquid over the floor.
‘Lick up the rest,’ said Luke.
My pussy pulsed while my mind recoiled. It was dirty and demeaning but being ordered to do it was such a turn on. All the same, I was loath to reveal that to the men.
‘No way,’ I said. ‘It’s horrible. I’m not –‘
‘Lick it up,’ cut in Luke, his voice icily stern.
‘Yeah,’ added Al. ‘Or you won’t get any presents from Santa.’
‘I’ll give her a present,’ said Lee. ‘A big thick one in her snatch.’
‘Lick,’ repeated Luke.
I shot him a dirty look then lowered my mouth to the ground. The floor was clean and the beer fresh so I figured what the hell. As I licked, I tried to recall what I’d told Luke when I’d revealed this fantasy. I remembered saying, ‘I just like the idea of being used, of being passed around a group of men who all went to fuck me.’
‘What else?’ he’d asked.
‘Oh, you know. Being humiliated. That kind of thing. Getting off on feeling ashamed. Lots of men looking at me, wanting me.’
I continued tonguing the spilt beer, licking lightly rather than slurping up the spillage.
‘I think this would be prettier if we could all see your arse,’ said Luke. ‘Callum, do you want to do the honours?
My groin thumped with arousal, my pussy lips thickening as Luke’s friend laughed.
‘My pleasure,’ he said, and I saw his trainers from the corner of my eye as he crossed the room. My face was aflame, and part of me wanted to run away, appalled. But a bigger part of me wanted to stay so I stayed there, practically bowing to the beer puddle and feeling all their eyes on me. Callum lifted my skirt, revealing my bare buttocks. The conservatory was warm, the central heating on high, but my skin felt cool without the covering of fabric.
‘Oh, nice arse,’ said Callum and he ran a gentle hand over one of my cheeks, making me tingle to his touch.
‘Is she wet?’ asked Luke. ‘Try her for me. Stick your fingers inside her.’
I whimpered in protest. I didn’t know these guys well enough to be kneeling there with my arse on show, being fingered for their viewing pleasure. But Callum trailed his hand between my thighs, teasing me and waggling my lips apart before plunging two fingers into my hole.
‘She’s soaked,’ he said, and he began shunting back and forth.
‘Lift your head, Megan,’ said Luke. ‘Look at me, you little slut.’
I obeyed, resting on my forearms and looking up at Luke as his friend worked me. In the silence, my juices clicked and I bleated with pleasure, struggling to hold Luke’s gaze.
‘Open your mouth,’ said Luke. ‘Show my mates what a greedy little cocksucker you are.’
I did as I was told and stayed like that, open-mouthed and panting. Luke bent to take the beer-soaked knickers from my hand. ‘Head back,’ he said.
I arched my neck for him, loving and hating his instructions all at once. Holding the knickers above my head, he wrung them out, making beer splash onto my face and hair. I closed my eyes, feeling dirty and degraded, warm beer spilling into my mouth as my orgasm fluttered closer.
‘Easy, mate,’ said Luke to Callum. ‘Don’t make her come yet. I want to see her crawling around for cock.’
I wailed in frustration as Callum withdrew his fingers. ‘She can crawl for mine any time,’ he said.
‘And there’s a dick here that needs sucking,’ said Robin. ‘How about it, Megan? Your Christmas present. A big fat length in your mouth. Do you want that?’
I was too embarrassed to reply even though I really did want that. I wanted him in my mouth, in my pussy. I wanted him and all of them. And more than anything, I really wanted to come.
‘Take your top off, babes,’ said Luke. ‘Show us your tits.’
I knelt up and scanned the room. I wasn’t sure how much of this I could take. The splashes of colour from the Christmas lights made the conservatory seem like a weird fairyland and the guys were all looking at me, bright-eyed and eager. I had a suspicion this wasn’t as spontaneous as I’d first thought. I reckoned Luke, kinky bastard that he is, had arranged it with his mates beforehand. He might even have invited them specifically for this.
Whatever the set up, it certainly beat mince pies and mulled wine. Telling myself I wouldn’t get many opportunities like this, I took a deep breath and pulled my top over my head. I gave them several seconds to look at me in my bra before unhooking it and casting it aside. Again, I stayed like that for a while, allowing them to stare at my breasts while I thought of those five cocks getting harder and harder for me. My nipples were tight and my juices were spilling down my thighs, my pussy swollen and throbbing.
Luke put on his gentle voice. ‘Are you going to be a good girl and suck cock for us?’
All I could do was close my eyes and nod, a blush creeping over my cheeks.
‘Then spin the bottle,’ said Luke and I opened my eyes as he sent an empty beer bottle skidding across the polished floor.
It would have been much less embarrassing if someone else had spun it for me. I felt so greedy as I clasped it, unable to look anyone in the eye.
‘Don’t be shy,’ said Luke, seeing me stall. ‘It makes no odds. We all know what a hungry little slut you are. Just spin it.’
My hands were quivering as I twirled the bottle. It span round and round, rattling on the wood, and as it slowed the guys started a low cheer. ‘Ooo-oooo,’ they said as it nudged towards Al then Callum before resting at Lee. ‘Nice one, mate,’ said a voice, and ‘You jammy bastard!’ said another
‘On your hands and knees, Megan,’ said Luke. ‘Crawl over to Lee and give him a nice wet blowjob.’
Between my legs, I was wet and slippery, and as I crawled over to Lee, I could feel how bloated my pussy was, every movement making sensation spark there. Lee unzipped and perched on the edge of his chair, holding his erect cock in my direction.
‘Nice doggie,’ he cooed, wanking slowly. ‘Come and get it. Come on, girl.’
They all laughed at this but Lee’s laughter turned to a groan when I tongued his glossy tip and slid my mouth down his big veined shaft. I bobbed up and down, teasing with my tongue and feeling hornier with every second that passed.
‘Is she any good?’ asked a voice.
‘Ten out of ten,’ croaked Lee, and I felt his cock swell to that extra hard point. ‘Oh man,’ he said, pulling out of me.
He gave his cock a couple of swift tugs and I sat back on my heels, arching my spine. He took the offer and promptly shot his load over my tits, leaving me feeling dirty, used and ready for more.
‘Spin again,’ said Luke and I crawled back to the bottle, Lee’s jizz trickling down my flesh. ‘Spin twice,’ said Luke. ‘I think you’ve got a couple of holes that need filling.’
The bottle stopped at Robin, then at Callum.
‘Come here, you dirty bitch,’ said Callum.
I was all appetite, my earlier caution and embarrassment having practically vanished. I crawled quickly across the room, pausing to remove my skirt when Luke ordered me to do so.
Naked on all fours, I did to Callum what I’d just done to Lee but this time I was waiting for another cock. I didn’t have to wait long and as Robin moved into position behind me, I spread my legs for him. I heard him rubbering up and when his knob nudged at my entrance, it felt as if my groin was melting. With a grunt, he slammed in deep, his big meaty cock slipping my flesh open. I groaned around Callum’s shaft, losing the rhythm of my blowjob as Robin’s thrusts jolted my body. But it hardly seemed to matter, our raw hunger more than compensating for any lack of finesse. The three of us grunted and thrust until Callum opted out. He didn’t climax. Instead he stood, pushing his chair back and said, ‘Go on, Al. Give her a go.’
Robin stopped fucking me for a moment, easing me back on his cock till he was lying down and I was sat astride him, reverse cowgirl. I gaped for Al as he strolled forward, his boner already jutting from his flies. He slotted himself into my mouth, clutching my hair in his fists and holding my head as he pumped back and forth. I was on the brink of coming and I ground down on Robin, anchoring my clit to him as I bucked and rocked. My entire body was glutted with horniness and as my orgasm neared, all that horniness seemed to sink into my pussy.
I whimpered and gasped, my noises muffled by the flesh in my mouth.
‘She’s coming,’ said Luke. ‘Aren’t you, babes? Coming on Robin’s dick, on my mate’s dick.’
He knew me so well, and moments later I hit orgasm, my body spasming as the ripples gripped, my wetness clenching over and over on Robin’s cock. Al pulled out of my mouth and quickly added his jizz to the stickiness on my tits.
I heaved for breath, my head spinning from coming so hard.
‘Merry Christmas, babes,’ said Luke, looking at the liquid sliding down my body. ‘I didn’t get you a present. I figured this would be so much better. That OK?’
I lifted myself from Robin’s cock and, on my knees, I shuffled over to Luke. His crotch was so swollen it looked as if his boner was about to burst through his jeans. I rubbed him there then pulled down his zip.
‘That’s cool,’ I said, freeing his erection. ‘I didn’t get you one either.’
