Jasmine Plays Her Hand (Fantasy Guild No. 1) (6 page)

Michael didn’t waste any time. He reached
down and helped her stand, then led her over to the loveseat. With
her face in the direction of the end of the sofa, she bent down
onto her hands and knees.

Sir stepped up to the end of the couch. He
pushed her shoulders down a bit to get her at the correct height,
and she tilted forward to make herself fully available to him. He
told her to lift her head and stretch out her neck.

His hand slid under her throat and stroked up
and down, over the smooth skin. “It will help if you keep a
straight line, neck to tip of jaw. Keep your head tilted back. I’ll
help, of course.”

Once more, he wrapped his hands in her hair
and pulled her head backwards. His other hand stroked the straight
line of her neck to under her jawline. “Beautiful. Open your
mouth.”

She did, and he slid his still rock-hard cock
past her lips.

It was very quiet in the room of a sudden.
She knew the men at the table weren’t even pretending to play poker
anymore. She peered to the side and saw their attention was rapt on
her person and on what Sir was preparing to do.

“Try to relax,” Sir said.

Relaxing was the last thing she felt capable
of at that moment.

“Michael, if you wouldn’t mind,” Sir said.
“The lady could use some stimulation right about now.”

“Oh, my pleasure,” said Michael.

Jasmine felt his hand on her ass, and nearly
groaned when he quickly found her need and filled it with two
twisting fingers. Mmph, was the only sound they heard from her.
What she actually would have said, had she been able, was, “Fuck
me. Yes. Like that.”

Sir pushed his cock deeper into her mouth
until he came up against the opening to her throat. He stopped
there.

“Relax,” he said, his voice soothing, but not
much relieving her anxiety.

Michael thrust his fingers in and out of her
pussy with increasing speed and force. She was ablaze.

Sir pushed harder, deeper, entered her
throat, grunting at the tightness. Jasmine’s gag reflex kicked in
and she heaved several times. Sir kept pushing, telling her that it
would get better when he was all the way in.

She couldn’t swallow her saliva, what with
her throat stuffed full of cock, and so the liquid began to pool in
her cheeks and drip out the sides of her mouth. Something about it
was so raw and nasty that it incited her eagerness, made her want
more of what Sir was giving her.

Michael enjoyed his task of distracting her.
“That’s right,” he said. “You want it, don’t you? I know you do. I
bet you’d like it harder. There you go. Hell yeah.”

He fingered her with true force now, fucking
her hard enough to send her listing forward slightly every time he
rammed home. It didn’t hurt her, but it was on the verge.

She herself was on the edge, on the edge of
everything. Millimeter by millimeter, Sir shoved his way down her
throat.

“Do you want to stop?” Sir asked when her
gagging grew more violent. “If you do, just hold up your hand.”

No, she didn’t hold up her hand. She didn’t
want to stop. Not now. Not when the other three men had abandoned
their poker game and were now standing nearby, watching Sir impale
her throat. Not when Michael was giving her the fingerfuck of a
lifetime. And definitely not when the least touch on her clit would
send her into the stratosphere.

“Okay then,” Sir said. “I’m going to finish
it. One quick shove and I’ll be all the way in.”

She steeled herself.

Sir shoved.

In one quick movement, he crammed his cock as
far down her throat as it would go. Her nose mashed up against him
and his pubic hair tickled her cheeks.

She gave a few more huge heaves, then the
gagging stopped. Her throat felt stretched and too full, and she
could hardly breathe at all.

“You did beautifully, Jasmine,” Sir said,
lightly stroking along the exposed line of her neck. “It feels
incredible. I’m going to fuck you now and if you need me to stop,
raise your hand.”

His fingers tightened in her hair, and then
he pulled his hips back, his cock leaving her throat for a moment,
letting her snatch a quick breath or two, then stuffing himself
back down her throat in one terrible shove.

She trembled and shook under the assaults,
both front and back, Michael relentlessly fingering her, and Sir
setting a deep and hard pace in and out of her mouth, her
throat.

She grabbed air when she could and tried to
control the occasional gag. Part of her realized that this
experience should have been a horror.

It certainly wasn’t physically pleasant,
having her throat fucked by a well-hung man. She neared
lightheadedness from lack of oxygen. The dripping saliva was a
persistent embarrassment.

And yet, this had to be the hottest thing
she’d ever done. Her rapt audience upped the hotness level to
scorching heights. Kyle had pulled out his dick and was rubbing
himself while he watched. Sean, who had come in her mouth only
minutes before, was already half hard again.

And Geoff. Geoff looked at her like he could
eat her alive. His cock strained against the front of his pants and
his hands clenched into fists at his sides. That man wanted her in
ways she didn’t dare contemplate.

Sir pumped her throat. Michael pumped her
pussy. And she would have cried out if she could.

Then with a “Mmph — mmph — mmph,” Sir rammed
himself to the hilt down her throat, and came with a loud grunt,
deep inside her. He held himself there until the last drop was
gone, then he pulled away, untangling his hand from her hair and
stepping back. She swallowed. Gulped air. Swallowed. Gulped
air.

“Beautiful,” he said, his breath raspy.

She whimpered and pulled in all the air she
could, quickly. She knew that Michael wasn’t one to wait.

Indeed, he assumed Sir’s position nearly
instantaneously. Sir gave Michael a few pointers on how to hold
Jasmine’s head, how to maintain the necessary straight line.

Michael listened impatiently, then when Sir
gave him the go ahead, he shoved his cock past her lips and
straight down her throat.

Jasmine squirmed and squealed under this
unexpected attack. She expected him to go slower; not anticipating
that he would immediately pull back and begin fucking her in
earnest. And he had a slightly larger girth than Sir, a small, but
telling difference in the stretch of her throat.

The intense expression on Michael’s face
should have been a dead giveaway. He was beyond ready and in no
state of mind to coddle her inexperience. A part of her responded
to this craving, responded in kind.

She felt a hand on her ass. It was Sir, she
realized. He slid a long finger in her pussy and pressed against
her g-spot. She bucked her hips in response.

She could hear the smile in his voice. “Here
we go, girl.”

With that, Michael began fucking her throat
faster, and glory of glories, Sir touched her clit. She thought she
would explode.

And actually, she did. A couple more circles
and a few more thrusts later and she was coming hard, the release
tearing out of her and ripping through her system. She would have
collapsed had Michael not been holding up her head and Sir
supporting her hips.

“Unhh!” Michael cried out.

She was confused by his shout, then realized
he was coming, too, deep down her throat. And she was floating in
sensations, in the way Michael handled her, in the way Sir’s
fingers pleasured her, in the way Kyle jerked himself off a few
feet away. In the way Geoff’s neck was red and a vein pulsed on the
side.

She flew, not really concerned when Michael
stepped back and Kyle moved into his place. Her mouth opened for
Kyle as if she’d been waiting for him all along. He drove inside
her, as deep as he could, filling her up again.

Aftershocks trembled in her pussy as Sir’s
magical fingers found their way to her puckered asshole. No, that
was something she didn’t want. Nothing there. Nothing.

But there wasn’t any way to say that, was
there? Not with her throat full of hard cock and the young Kyle
working away inside her, his breathing harsh, his hands holding her
tight. No getting away from that.

Then Sir’s finger prodded at her asshole,
seeking entry. His finger was slick, still wet from her pussy, and
his efforts to penetrate her didn’t hurt, but she was pretty sure
he shouldn’t be sticking things in that particular hole.

She was readying to raise her hand and call
him off when he began to brush his way around her clit. Her stomach
tightened in response. A jolt twitched through her every nerve.

And then his thumb. His thumb pushed inside
her pussy. And his fingertips still played on her clit. And his
other hand. The other hand. It was on her ass.

His finger worked its way past her defenses,
forcing through the tight ring of muscle, invading her virgin ass,
twisting as it entered.

“Mmm, yes,” Sir said, when his finger was
inside her as far as it would go.

It was a new feeling. Not painful. New.
Different. Like having a cock down your throat while a small crowd
of men watched. She closed her eyes. Wouldn’t fight it. It was all
good, really.

Kyle went into overdrive, pumping her faster
and faster. Sir pumped, too. Her pussy. Her ass. Swirled around her
clit. Jasmine fought to stay upright.

And it was that finger in her ass, she knew,
that made the sensations down there shift into something different.
And knowing these men were watching him do that to her. It was like
everything else. The audience upped the ante.

Her body vibrated, a certain climb toward
release. Kyle wouldn’t last much longer.

Then sure enough, he was fucking his last
fucks, and pulling back to shoot his semen on her lips and tongue.
She gasped for air as the hot, sticky liquid hit her skin. She
licked her lips clean.

And the talented Sir took her the rest of the
way over the edge. His fingers and thumbs worked inside her, and
she came, hard and fast, and having lost Kyle’s support in front,
she collapsed over the edge of the couch and gave herself over to
whatever Sir wanted to do. Whatever all of them were going to
do.

God help her. She wanted it all.

Even Sir’s finger in her ass.

All of it.

Chapter 5

A few glorious minutes later, her orgasm
diminished into pleasing infrequent bursts of aftershocks. She lay
slumped on the loveseat, her ass still in the air, her head drooped
down and dangling over the arm of the sofa.

Her eyes were half open and she was vaguely
aware of conversation and movement. She realized Geoff was coming
for her. Would he fuck her throat, too? Could she take more? She
didn’t know. Wasn’t sure she cared.

But Geoff wasn’t interested in fucking her
throat. Instead, he managed to turn her enough to get his arms
under her and lift her up off the sofa. He carried her out of the
living room and into the bedroom.

She saw that Sean was already in the room,
had already removed the bedding except for the bottom sheet on the
massive, king-sized bed. Sean was completely naked now. He looked
very fine, she thought, his young body firm and toned.

Geoff lowered her onto the mattress, then in
a few deft motions, removed all his clothes. He had a spectacular
body, triangular torso and narrow hips, thick thighs. His sleek
muscles were well-defined and attested to his efforts in the gym.
An ideal manly physique.

He kicked his clothes aside then reached down
and lifted one of her feet. He removed her shoe, which came as
something of a surprise to her, since she had forgotten she was
wearing them. Her other shoe was tossed aside after the first.

Then he crawled onto the bed between her
spread legs. He held her legs behind her knees, holding her open
and wide as he gazed down at her pussy. He made a low sound in his
throat that made her shiver in response.

She hardly noticed when he grabbed a condom
from the nightstand and sheathed his grand cock. Her focus narrowed
on his eyes, the way he wanted her.

They weren’t alone in the room. Sean was on
the bed with them, stretching her arms out over her head, holding
her wrists with one hand while kneading her breasts with the other.
She moaned and writhed like a slut and didn’t give a damn.

Sir, Michael and Kyle were scattered around
the room, Michael leaning against the bedpost, Kyle perching on the
end of the bed, Sir relaxing in a chair with a full view of the
proceedings.

Jasmine felt like she was in a sexual haze,
where she could see the men, knew they were nearby, and at the same
time, they seemed far away. Her body thrummed with energy and the
rhythm of her blood pulsing in her veins set the beat of the
tune.

And then Geoff was spreading her wide, his
cock slipping through her wetness, seeking her opening, finding it,
entering her, just inside her, just barely.

She held her breath, waiting, anticipating.
He was so big, so big, and she was so ready. Past time for him to
take her.

His fingers tightened around the backs of her
knees, pushing her legs back, opening her impossibly wide.

“Do you want it?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me.”

Then he gave a mighty heave of his hips and
rammed himself all the way inside her in one go. She cried out,
half in pleasure, half in pain. Even the pain was magnificent, if
short-lived.

He stretched her, stretched her apart. Then
he was gone from inside her.

She groaned.

Then he took her again, as fiercely as the
first time, and she cried out once more. Accepted the ecstasy and
the ache as one.

Then again.

Like the first time.

And again.