It’s almost dinner time. The news I have will settle better with food. I drag out some steaks I think they have planned for the evening.
To grill or broil?
Opposite the kitchen is a huge balcony overlooking the lake. It’s late summer and the weather is gorgeous. Sunset, good food, and some wine. At least for them. I will need all the props in my favor for what I have to share tonight. “Grill it is.”
I set the steaks to marinate, pull out some veggies to roast, and prepare some iced tea a college friend from Georgia taught me how to make—a squeeze of fresh lemon and just a bit more sugar than you are used to.
I head to shower, taking my time in the hot water. Smelling like them and wrapped in their towel, I find a message from Gage waiting for me.
I pick up my phone and can’t help but smile. The fluttering of anticipation is a real struggle.
Glad you stopped by, the plane has landed. We won’t be long. All safe with you?
They must have cameras. Good thing I didn’t snoop. And where did they go to train? It doesn’t matter. What does is that it won’t be long before they roll up. Should I just blurt it all out over a text message? My hands shake at the thought.
No. I can’t do that to them. They deserve the truth from me. Face to face.
I thumb out a quick reply.
Yes. I know we don’t have a show tonight but I thought I could give you one.
A few days ago, Aziel bragged that he kept a few unused items from our first show. If I know him he will have stored them in the nearest drawer to the bed.
Wicked delight zings through me. I turn my phone in selfie mode and hit record.
I pull out the large, thick dildo none of the men had a chance to use on me given they were too busy feeding me theirs. With the video recording, I stare right at the camera and kiss the fat head, passing my tongue over the tip.
I hit send and wait with my heart thumping wildly.
My phone pings immediately with:Do that again, only take as much as you can into that perfect mouth
Rush loves me sucking cock.
I set the phone on the nightstand and hit video call. Rush picks up and from what I can tell all three are looking at his phone.
“Baby girl, what the fuck did we do to you to have you torture us like this?”
“I’m only giving you a preview of what’s to come, my love. Watch.”
I flick on the soft overheads and lose my towel. I move to the center of the large bed and kneel, knees spread so they can see the proof of my arousal dripping from my core.
“This is just for you. All of you.”
I part my lips and slowly take an inch and then another of the plastic cock into my mouth. I work it in and out just like I do them. Between my legs, I tease a finger over my clit until I’m moaning through my first orgasm.
Panting, I slip the dildo out of my mouth, and trail it over my chin and down until it’s dragging through my spilled juices.
With my knees this far apart they can see me take the toy in a slow glide until it’s fully seated inside me.
“Oh, that’s what I needed,” I tease and ride the toy like it’s one of them. “You better hurry before my new boyfriend takes your place.”
I continue to move up and down on the fake cock, riding it to completion. I scream through my release for effect, but it’s no comparison to the waytheymake me orgasm.
I hear muffled growls and a few curses come over the speaker. The roar of a motor. More swearing. Hear concern in Aziel’s voice and Rush’s. Rustling of the phone being passed between the men causes crackling on my end. And there’s no mistaking the growls.
“Let me see, asshole.”
That’s Rush.