KEEP

KEEP

L. Bailey

All rights reserved circ 2013

Prelude

Tonight they all needed her and were not in the mood to wait for each other to take their turn with her. Conrad had told her she must wear her mask as they would be having an evening of anonymity; focussing only on fucking her; the masks they would wear would cover their faces and would lend the atmosphere one of dark, dangerous excitement, as though she were to be fucked by complete strangers, taking her and doing every kind of perversion to her to satisfy their gratuitous appetites and stimulate her imagination. Of course, she knew it would be them, would not fail to recognise their majestic forms as they assailed her body but she found their fetishistic needs highly exciting.

Leading her by the hand into the room, Gabrielle saw them standing waiting for her, their faces covered, just their eyes visible, predatory hungry eyes drawing her to them for the dark forbidden acts they would perform on her; the subdued lighting and their silhouetted figures creating a clandestine atmosphere of enigmatic mystery and intrigue, tight sexual tension pervading the room as they stood powerful, magnificent, hidden.

Conrad led her over to the long dark couch as one of the men brought forward a glass of champagne for her.

She wore only a tightly fitted black Basque which covered just her midsection, her breasts and pussy exposed. They had asked her to wear it, along with her heels. As she stood with them, drinking, they circled her, their bodies towering over her, their chests enclosing her, and one of them reached out to her pushing his hand between her legs.

“Open your legs wider for me,” he told her, and she separated her legs more as she stood in her heels.
With quick movements he used his hand on her fast between her pussy lips, vibrating her clit furiously with the onslaught as she felt her legs almost buckle from her extreme arousal, her clit pulsing violently as his hand took her close to orgasm within seconds, her mouth open wide in pleasure as she cried out, the men watching her becoming engrossed in the sight of the frenzied stimulation of her sex. She ground herself down on his hand, her hips rocking back and forth, trying to ride his hand in the middle of the group of men, wildly uninhibited seeking only the stimulation of his hand.

“Squat on my face.” The man said suddenly, pulling his hand out from between her legs, and with the most fluid transition he went to the floor, laying on his back, pulling her down on top of him, forcing her into a squatting position directly over his face, her legs open and her pussy exposed above him as he pulled her down to his mouth.
“Fuck yourself all over my face, ride my mouth, let yourself loose on me,” he told her roughly.

He grabbed hold of her hips with his powerfully strong arms, forcing her back and forth over his mouth as he brought his tongue out and slid her against it, her wetness running over his tongue as he made her ride his face, pushing her back and forth over it fast, her breasts jiggling as he rocked her, rotating her hips as she sat on his face, her clitoris throbbing with the extreme sensation, stimulated beyond reason and without choice she came hard on his face with shattering intensity collapsing down on him, but he picked her up instantly ad signalled to one of the others to do the same thing to her, to take her further. Tonight they were going to make her cum over and over on them until she could take no more.  The next man grabbed hold of her hips and as he lay down smoothly he pulled her onto his face, her juices running out of her hole all over his mouth as he stuck out his tongue and pulled her pussy down hard onto it, as two of the other men crouched either side of her, taking hold of her thighs and spreading them wide, opening her up for them to watch clearly as she ground her pussy on the man’s face, each man’s cock rigid with animalistic urging at the sight of her, reaching simultaneously to pull them out and they gathered around her holding them out to her, stroking them at her, staring down at her obscenely fucking their brother’s face beneath her legs spread wide, her sex wet and throbbing violently against his tongue as he rolled her hips and pulled her back and forth roughly, the scent of her sex driving him crazy as he tasted her.

They circled her menacingly as they aimed their cocks at her, bringing them up to her face and jacking them fast at her, their thighs strong and firm as they spread their stances to thrust their cocks at her and she was surrounded by the sight of the most masculine masked men grunting and moaning their need for her as they jerked their huge cocks at her hard in a pervertedly deviant display of their power, breathtakingly offering themselves to her and she came again helplessly surrounded by them, their raw male scent filling her as she sucked in the air and came with cries of release.

The man on the floor lifted her up off him and lay her down on the floor smoothly before reaching for her legs and raising them up and spreading them wide apart, displaying her for the other men.

Grabbing her hands and putting their cocks in them, one cock in her left hand and two in her right, they told her to jerk them off.

Conrad walked away to the couch and returned from it with two large cushions and something long and thick in his hand. He lay the cushions down underneath her buttocks, in effect raising her bottom half a foot or so above the rest of her body. He knelt down to her and said in a low voice,

“We have a present for you that we thought you might enjoy,” and he lifted his hand to show her a long thick vibrator, flicking the switch to turn it on and she heard its vibrations as he showed her the button to select the power of its movement, but instead of giving it to her, he moved it down and began running it over her clit. The vibrations hit her immediately, reaching deep inside her, coursing through her, the sensation shockingly powerful. She bucked up against it, welcoming it, seeking it, her feet flat on the floor as she thrust her pussy upwards to writhe against it, her hands squeezing their cocks hard in her excitement.  Conrad turned the vibrator around and stuffed it fully into her pussy, her muscles inside clenching as he began to fuck her with it, pushing it in and out as it vibrated against her, the most intense fuck as the vibrations hit her fully inside and she grabbed Conrad’s hand, encouraging him, pleading with him not to stop.

The other men surrounded her now, their cocks in their hands, reaching for her legs and spreading them wide apart to focus on the exquisite sight of her writhing and bucking, stroking their cocks hard, joining in as they watched Conrad stroking his own cock as fucked her with the vibrator, all of them driving themselves over the edge from the scene in front of them, and in a pack they joined together in a union to show their worship of her by jerking their hard pulsing cocks over her, leaning over her body, between her legs, aiming their cocks at her pussy as they widened their legs, tensed their thighs and pounded their cocks, their balls banging against their hands as she watched them pump their cocks at her, loud moans of raw desire coming from their throats as they watched her pussy get fucked, driven by the filthy sight of her, and they jacked their cocks off hard all over her pussy, shooting their cum all over it, covering it

completely with their cum, as Conrad took her to blinding orgasm with the vibrator.

Leaving her lying on the floor to recover, they retired to the couches, Trent bringing her a glass of champagne to sip as she relaxed, knowing they would be back for more and secretly dying for it to start all over again.

She did not have long to wait and they rejoined, eager to continue with the night.  Keeping her in position on the floor, Trent and Conrad lifted her legs, and with the other two men at her head, they pulled out their cocks and used her body to get them hard again, Trent and Conrad slapping their cocks on her clit, sending them wild with the kinkiness of what they were doing to her, as Brandon and Kane rubbed their cocks all over her face obscenely covering her with their scent, and as Trent and Conrad took turns to fuck her pussy, a few thrusts each before they swopped, Brandon and Kane took turns to fuck her mouth, and Gabrielle was taken from both ends by their eager throbbing and thick cocks in a fevered exquisite onslaught of fucking and thrusting and pounding as they each staked their claim to her, driving her onto receive each of them, to cum on their cocks, filling her with their cum and taking her again and again to orgasm.

Chapter One

Gabrielle had had the most relaxing time of her life on the spa break they had sent her on four days ago, getting the rest that she surely needed after unending nights of unadulterated sexual acts with the most handsome of men. Little had she known before of the possibility that she could be shown the most devoted love from a group of the most attractive, majestic and magnetic men; it had been like the most erotic and decadent fantasy she could ever have dreamt. She had missed her men.

On her return to the Club Trent greeted her at the door, his eyes stunningly blue but holding an unexpectedly grave expression as he told her they needed to talk to her. This was not the reunion she had been expecting. He led her by the arm before she even had a chance to take off her coat and her heart sank with the desperate realization that they were going to tell her they had found someone new; that she was being replaced by another more beautiful woman; that this had just been a brief exquisite interlude and that she was now dismissed, no longer required, and she felt sick at the thought that she would never be with them again, never feel their lips on her body, their strong arms around her as they lay her down and fucked her. She had never felt such a feeling of desolation; she wanted to turn around and leave before they could say it to her, for they were going to break her heart.

In the Library Conrad, Kane and Brandon sat awaiting her with equally grave expressions.

Conrad spoke. “Gabrielle, sit down please. We need to tell you something. “
She felt herself gulp, an instinctive reaction to the expectation of the upsetting news to come as her heart thudded in her chest, dearly wishing she could stop the inevitable.

He poured her a glass of whisky and passed it to her.

“Please drink it before we talk.”

It was at least a double but she did as they said, knowing it was to cushion the blow. The silence in the room held an ominous hollow as she drank quickly, wanting to get things over and done with. Only after she had drained the glass did he speak again.

“Whilst you were away something happened. “
So here it came, the part where they told her they no longer desired her, that they had tired of her.

“We told you before that we’re all former Special Forces soldiers.”
He looked at her for a response but she sat frozen.

“Well on occasion, when we are away on ‘business’ and not present here at the Club, as you will have noticed from our individual absences sometimes, we’re away conducting short military operations.  It’s not something we talk about outside of our group; it’s classified, but I know that I can guarantee your silence.”
His eyes held a new menace she had never seen in him, frightening her suddenly. He paused to let his statement sink in.

“The reason I’m telling you this is because they are extremely dangerous missions and sadly sometimes people don’t come back from them. “
She looked to Trent, Kane and Brandon, all fixed in their expressions, unmoving, and she wondered what this had to do with her, before she realised with a heart wrenching thought, that Nathan was not here in the room with them.

“Where’s Nathan?” She interrupted him.

“That’s what we need to tell you.”
Gabrielle’s hands went to her stomach and she felt like she had been kicked inside, mercilessly beaten as the pain of what Conrad was going to say hit her. Tears filled her eyes and ran down her face as she cried.

“No, please.”

Conrad rose and went to her, pulling her into his arms and onto his lap, stroking her head as she cried into his chest, heaving in sorrow and despair at the loss of this man, the horror if it. He picked her up and carried her into her bedroom, the older of the group and knowing it fell to him to try to comfort her, the others staying in the Library, not wishing to overwhelm her and in truth they were struggling with their own grief.

This was the main reason that they did not do conventional relationships. They couldn’t bear to bring such hurt and pain to the loved ones they would leave behind. And yet they did not want casual meaningless one night stands, shallow sex with strangers.  The bonds these men shared brought them closer than the usual friendship, having laid their lives on the line for each other, and now with one of their group gone, they drew even closer to each other.  Conrad had come up with the idea of bringing someone like Gabriella into their close circle, for them to share, for them to pour all their love and adoration into, only now there were four of them, not five.

Conrad set her down on the bed and sat next to her, his head resting against the wall behind the bed and pulled her into his lap, holding her tight as she cried throughout the night.

Chapter Two

The next morning as Gabrielle woke she suddenly remembered what had happened last night as the pain hit her instantly and she started to cry again, but Conrad was there next to her, and he shushed her and held her. She didn’t think she would have developed feelings for these men, it hadn’t been the plan, yet how could she have failed to fall for them when they protected her, loved her, adored her; their generosity of spirit and their unrestrained sexual devotion to her. Their obsessive compulsive need to claim her sexually, repeatedly, could only have led to developing emotions and yet she hadn’t acknowledged it until now.