I mouthed the head of Dan’s cock, whipping my tongue back and forth across and over the opening, trying to coax more of his honey out. I sucked hard on his flesh, my cheeks caving in with the effort. He groaned.
With a tiny flick as light as a fluttering moth’s wing, Tristan brushed the tip of my clit. I jerked in reaction to the warm cascade of exhilaration, but he only chuckled and slowly stroked the other side of the hood. Sadistic jerk.
Dan’s hands closed over each side of my head, positioning it just so. I knew what was coming, and I relaxed my throat in preparation.
“Let’s see how much you can take, baby girl,” he growled and pushed his length into my mouth slowly. I closed my eyes as he filled my mouth with his hard thick length, relishing the feel of silky skin over iron. Further and further in he traveled, the tip of his cock entering my throat. I felt no fear. I had done this many times before, and as they say, practice makes perfect. I accepted every inch of him until I had him encased in my needy mouth.
“Look at this, Tristan. She’s amazing.”
“Talented girl, all right.”
I shivered in contentment at their praise. I pleased them, and it made me happy.
Dan slid back, and I only realized then that I didn’t need to pull in a breath. Well, that made taking him orally a lot easier. Pleasure suffused me since Dan was one of the better endowed men I’d deepthroated. The ability to be so thoroughly possessed lit fireworks as surely as what Tristan did to me down below.
When only the mushroom head of Dan’s penis remained in my mouth, Tristan chose that moment to plunge a finger into my sheath. The other hand still engaged in cruelly taunting my throbbing clit, and I moaned as my secret flesh clenched tight around his finger. After pumping his finger in and out of me a few times, he added a second. I convulsed around the digits, my clutching sleeve trying to draw him in as deeply as possible.
“Greedy little girl,” he chuckled. He pushed in and out slowly while still circling my pleasure nub.
Dan leaned over as he thrust into my mouth, his hands closing over my breasts. Tristan matched his rhythm with his fingers, sending me closer to realized bliss. I discovered I absolutely loved being with two men at once. I’d never felt so owned.
If only Tristan would rub my clit instead of all around it! My sex felt engorged and needy from his teasing attentions. As if divining my thoughts, the vampire leader said, “Your pussy lips are red and swollen, little girl. I guess this is a good time to tell you you’re not to come without permission.”
Darn him, I thought even as I felt the warm pull of surrendering to his every demand. I should have known he’d be that controlling. The heat in my sex doubled.
Dan enjoyed himself too, to judge by his panting breath. He slipped in and out of my accepting mouth slow and easy for a few strokes, then he jerked faster, his bearish hands clenching my breasts hard. I loved the sweetish salty taste of him almost as much as the feel against my tongue.
Tristan’s hands left my poor, desperate sex, and I groaned with loss. He slapped one butt cheek then the other, warming me nicely. “Was that a complaint, sub?”
I said nothing, having my mouth happily full at the moment. But then, he didn’t really expect an answer. Just obedience.
I felt him climb over me. “Keep those legs open,” he said. The prod of his hard cock nudged my entrance.
Condom, I thought and then remembered I was dead. Oh yeah. No pregnancy or STD’s to worry about. Being deceased sure took a lot of worry out of living.
Tristan thrust hard and fast, burying himself to the hilt in one shove. I cried out around Dan’s cock as brutal pleasure exploded in my belly. Orgasm suddenly loomed on the horizon, waiting for another ungentle plunge to explode.
But he didn’t move. Instead Tristan stayed buried deep inside me, letting me feel him sheathed tightly within, but refusing to give the delightful friction that would send me over. Darn it, he knew exactly how to torture a sub. But then he’d had a hundred years of experience too.
Lucky me.
Once my helpless trembling quieted, he stroked slow and sure, matching Dan’s now sedate pace. Feeling the two men inside me, taking all I had to offer, was divine. I gloried in their possession of my body, in serving such strong, authoritative men who were confident to take what they wanted. It kept my arousal at the edge of the precipice without flinging me into space. Sweet, languorous torture that I couldn’t do anything to end. All I could do was lie there and take it.
If a better heaven than this waited somewhere out there, I couldn’t imagine it.
Tristan moaned softly, and his hips moved faster. His balls slapped against my rear in meaty thuds. My belly felt as if it expanded, a thickening pleasure bloating me, growing too big to contain. But he hadn’t given me permission. I wasn’t allowed to claim the pleasure that wanted to explode like fireworks within me.