King’s voice had a smile in it and when I turned to look at him, I saw it. Yeah, he was smiling, but his gaze was squarely on my tits. Yes, tits. I’d never been into that word, thought it a little demeaning, but not now. Now, it sounded sexy and dirty. I bet I looked pretty dirty since I still held the back of my skirt up. I was covered in front, but that was the only place still unseen by them.
“Back on the bed. Same position as before.”
I walked past them back to the bed, knowing they could see the way my breasts swayed as I moved. I wasn’t small, anywhere. I shifted and wiggled, swayed and jiggled.
I let go of my skirt and crawled onto the soft mattress, dropped to my forearms.
“Reach back, bare that ass for us to see.”
Shifting my weight to one arm, I did it. They could have done it for me in a matter of seconds, but they were patient as I revealed myself to them. Again, it was an opportunity for me to say red, to change my mind. To slow down or stop entirely.
No way. I was sooo green right now.
I exhaled, settled into position and was ready for whatever they would do next.
Their fingers hooked into the lacy edge of my thong and slowly tugged it down, but when it pulled away from my pussy, I felt it cling...cling, and then pull away.
“Look at that sticky honey,” Wilder practically groaned as the damp scrap of lace settled about my knees. They shifted me to remove it entirely before the thong was dropped on the bed a few inches in front of my face. I couldn’t miss the dark wet patch in the middle.
I felt the bed lift as they moved and when I tilted my head, I saw them standing to the side, arms folded, looking at me.
“Don’t move, princess. We want to look our fill,” Wilder said.
“You’re gorgeous. We’ve dreamed about you like this,” King added.
I could only imagine what I looked like, on all fours as I was. My ass was high, breasts hanging down, my nipples brushing the bed.
“We could walk up behind you, fuck you right now. Claim that cherry once and for all,” King commented.
Wilder pulled out a cell, snapped a picture.
“Wilder...I don’t want—”
“Shh,” he said, putting one hand on the bed to lean close enough so I could see myself on the small screen. “Look at how we see you.”
Yes, I was just as I described, every full curve on display. Lewdly, decadently. And more. Even the pink handprints were visible. They couldn’t miss how wet and open my pussy was.
“So sexy, so submissive. I love how you remain in position even though you’re nervous. Such a good princess.”
I exhaled with his words.
“Now watch me delete this. You, like this, all bare and perfect, is just for me and King.”
He pushed a few buttons and I watched as the picture was, in fact, deleted.
King went to the side of the bed and a growl escaped his chest. “Don’t move from your position. Otherwise, you’ll get your ass spanked some more.”
I started to turn my head to see what he was doing, but Wilder came around to the far side of the bed, dropped to his knees so I could look right at him. His fingers pointed toward me, then his way. “Eyes on me. Don’t close them, don’t look away.”
Okay. That shouldn’t be too hard. But I felt something wet and soft slide along my pussy and I gasped, startled. A hand gripped my bare hip, held me in place.
Wilder’s usually intense look softened, a small smile turned up at the corner of his mouth. “Like King’s tongue? He’s going to lick up all that sweet honey.”
King’s tongue? Oh. My. God. His mouth was on my pussy. They’d barely kissed me and this was what they started with? No, they’d started when Wilder carried me upstairs. If I’d wanted normal kisses, I’d have been fine with Danny Sayers from seventh grade.
“It is sweet,” King said from between my thighs. I felt his warm breath...there. There! He could see everything up close and personal.
And taste. Oh god.