Second Man In The Room

He surprised her by having another man join them, but things didn’t go as she expected.

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She waited impatiently on the bed, kneeling. Roger was taking his time, making her wait, getting her all giddy and excited. He already worked a butt plug in earlier and now she sat with her ass resting over the heels of her feet, shifting and squirming, enjoying that pleasurably stretchy feeling. She was naked. Roger seemed to prefer that to lingerie and Emma aimed to please. She did have one thing on — a thin leather choker that Roger had given her, with an O ring in the front. It was cute and she thought she looked pretty badass wearing it.

“It’s not a punk rock sorta thing, you understand?” Rager chuckled, watching Emma admire herself in the mirror with it on.

“I know what it is,” She assured him, flipping her hair over one shoulder, meeting his eye in the mirror’s reflection. “And I really like it. Thank you!”

She brought her hand up to feel it around her neck, just as the bedroom door opened and Roger stepped inside. She knew her face lit up at the sight of him and the impending fun, but the smile quickly faltered at the sight of the second man who followed through the door. Her heart sped up. This was unplanned.

They had played around with the idea before. He would fuck her pussy with one of her lifesized dildos while shoving his cock deep down her throat and tell her to imagine that it was another guy pounding her. Emma did so, gladly. The idea was absolutely hot and she came hard at the thought. But now that it was real, she felt nervous and unsure about going through with it.

Her eyes switched between Roger and the other man. He was only slightly shorter, and perhaps a bit broader in the shoulders than Roger was. He had a neatly trimmed beard and a head full of messy, chocolate brown hair. He might have been a bit younger than Roger and she found him attractive, she quickly decided. Roger seemed a bit cleaner cut next to him, lean, with neatly parted dark hair, with only the hint of gray, and a faint five o’clock shadow on his face. Roger’s eyes twinkled as he watched her squirm, hands in his pockets.

“You look a little anxious, kitten,” Roger cocked his head to the side. Emma shook her head, biting her lip. She didn’t want to be anxious. She didn’t want this to scare her. She was all in. He reached out a hand, cupping her chin. “I’m sure my little slut can handle two cocks.” She nodded silently. Her pussy clenched at his words. “Sit up high for me. Hands behind your back.” Roger instructed.

She assumed the position she knew he liked, her arms linking together in a Roman handshake behind her back, pushing out her perky, generously sized breasts without covering her ass. He lightly tapped her inner thigh, reminding her to spread them a bit wider. She liked her body and she knew that Roger loved it, every last bit of it. He took his time looking Emma over, running his fingers over her skin, making her nipples tighten and pebble. Having the second man there made her a bit self-conscious though. Her eyes shifted to him, seeing his appreciative gaze over her breasts, and the definitive tightness of his pants over his crotch.

The situation seemed tense, none of them speaking as Roger brought both hands up to her breasts and cupped them, before moving on to play with her nipples. He twisted and pulled at them, sending a deliciously stinging sensation through her. She watched his hands twisting the skin, pinching her hard nubs.

“Give ’em a feel, Liam,” Roger invited the other man and Emma’s eyes shot right to Liam’s face. He seemed tentative but reached out for the breast that Roger vacated and gently cupped it, stroking a thumb over her nipple. It was an intoxicating feeling, the idea that two different men were simultaneously touching her. Roger’s fingers pinched and tugged roughly while Liam flicked and rubbed over her nipple in a far gentler way. It almost distracted her from Roger’s hand moving up her thigh and towards her pussy, fingers dipping between her folds unceremoniously. “Oh, kitten, you’re dripping wet.” She sucked in a breath, feeling both of her nipples and her pussy simultaneously stimulated. “Fuck, you’re really enjoying this huh?” She looked up at him. “Answer me.”

“I am,” she blew the breath out with the words. It was almost overwhelming. Almost.

“Such a dirty little slut, huh?” Roger smiled down at her. “Unzip for me, sweetheart.”

Emma immediately unclasped her hands and reached out to unbuckle his belt, undo the button, and pull down the zipper. She didn’t immediately reach in to pull out his cock, looking up at Roger’s face for directions.

“Unzip Liam too, kitten,” he told her, kicking up her heart rate.

She obeyed, reaching over to the other man who stood calmly near the bed, and repeating the process of unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping. There seemed to be tension between them for a moment. Or maybe Emma had imagined it. Roger sat down on the bed between where Emma was kneeling and where Liam stood.

“Have a seat,” Roger gestured at the desk chair a few feet away and Liam nodded in agreement. There was some distance between them now and Emma seemed to breathe easier. Roger smacked her ass, jolting her back to attention. “Suck my cock, sweetheart,” he ordered and she was more than happy to oblige.

Emma pulled his cock out through the fly of his boxer briefs, kneeling next to him on the bed, and lowered her mouth over the tip. He was already fully hard, his shaft thick in her hand. She licked around the head of the cock, flicking her tongue over the small bead of precum that just made its way to the surface and then down the underside of the shaft to his balls. She was meticulous, licking up and down every inch of his cock, before lowering her mouth onto it. Her lips circled the thick erection, gliding down to its base. She relaxed, the way Roger had taught her, taking even breaths through her nose and pushing his cock further and further into her throat with each slow pass.

“That’s it, little slut, let’s get you nice and ready to have that mouth fucked.” His words caused her thighs to squeeze together, her pussy twitching. She wanted that just as much as he did. She was so proud of how deep should take him now without gagging and felt a strong urge to show off to Liam what a pro she was. Maybe this wasn’t exactly the type of accomplishment she should be proud of, but it felt almost like a superpower. With a sudden jerk, Roger pulled her back and off his cock by the hair. Her roots stung, sending tingles over her scalp and down her neck. “On your back, off the edge of the bed,” Roger ordered.

Emma sprang to change positions, her eyes inevitably skirting over Liam, who sat back in the chair, seemingly at ease, stroking his cock. She tipped her head back over the edge of the bed and almost immediately Roger’s cock thrust into her open mouth. He had stepped out of his pants and underwear and his lean, toned thighs now flanked her face on both sides. He leaned forward over her and a sharp slap rang out against her thigh, reminding her to open up her knees and spread her legs. His thrusts into her throat picked up speed and the next slap came against the handle of the butt plug she had inserted. Emma couldn’t restrain the cry that came out muffled around Roger’s cock. The sensation was simultaneously jarring and incredibly arousing. Her pussy gushed as Roger landed another slap against the plug.

“Mhmm,” she hummed around the cock in her mouth. Roger slammed in harder, making her gag. Sparks of tears shot out of her eyes as she coughed around his thick erection, sending streams of drool pouring out of her mouth.

“Come ‘er, Liam,” Roger called out, not pausing at his task of fucking her mouth. She could hear the other man get up from the chair, walking over to the bed. “Look at this dripping wet pussy. She just loves having a cock rammed down her throat.” She flinched when fingers slid through her folds, scooping her moisture. She couldn’t tell whose fingers they were, but in the next moment, they were wiping the moisture down her thigh. “Such a dirty. fucking. slut.” Roger punctuated each word with a deep thrust into her mouth and concluded with another slap against the butt plug, making her whimper.