It's Hard to Resist a Fantasy

Something about those words, the pleading resonated inside Imani. But she couldn’t just let them resume.. could she? As she struggled to think about it she felt a strange arousal, as if all sorts of sexual thoughts and ideas had been plaguing her. Unaware that the thoughts speaking to Katrina were being pulled across her mind.

Slowly dragged, plowing deep recesses of Imani's mind for Katrina to sow the perverted seeds she had found through the use of the earrings.

“Derek, I’m done my patrol. Going to take my lunch.” Imani radioed calmly between suddenly heavy breaths. Unclipping the radio mic she took it off and put it aside. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but the woman was right. It was something she had wanted, and thought about, for so long.

Unbuttoning her blouse slowly she stepped past the still bowing Katrina, hanging the shirt delicately on a door knob to keep it from wrinkling. She was really doing this, Imani thought, enjoying the two guys eyeing her plain bra, as it cradled her pert breasts.

“Well bitch.” Imani was shocked by the venom and power of the words, feeling them add fuel to the fire of exhilaration at experiencing this kink at once. Somehow all the while being more confident than she would think, instead being very much in line with what she imagined.

Katrina’s moan of pleasure as her hair was tugged around added to the excitement Imani was feeling.

“Their cocks are getting cold.” Imani stated, “I want you to blow on them, get them nice and hard for me.” Leaning down Imani whispered one more instruction to Katrina as she started to mouth Zack's cock. “But don’t make them cum, that’s my privilege.”

Stepping back Imani looked at the two toned men as Katrina resumed playing with their cocks. “Well boys, she’s not some lover. Use your play thing.” Imani ordered, shaking her head as she received perplexed looks. “I want to see you skull fuck her. While you watch me.”

With a broad grin Zack quickly set to work, his effort rewarded by Imani carefully taking off her pants.

Releasing a gasping Katrina Cody quickly grabbed her hair and set to work for his turn, as Zack stroked his all too ready to go cock biting his lip as he looked approvingly at the stripping dark chocolate skinned woman.

Strutting back Imani was lost to the realization of her fantasy. Pulling Zack in for a forceful, tongue tangling kiss before pulling Katrina’s head over to this cock, their play thing **** loudly in the hallway as Imani switched to giving Cody a kiss.

Katrina questioned if this was just a repeat of the fantasy she experienced from the office, the resounding sensations and thoughts she was pulling back from the three people throwing her into a mental climax.

She wasn’t some simple fluffer here, she was the ignition point of their arousal, the provider of Imani's deepest, darkest fantasy. And they both were loving it.

Finally being pulled free and left to gasp and pant for air Katrina shivered in delight at her next order.

Imani now stood above her, bra discarded, a mouth to each tit.

“Remove my panties, and tell me which is the smaller dick that will stretch my pussy in advance of the real cock.” Imani had no doubt, she was going to fuck them. Both. Any concern about using a condom dismissed with the answer of fulfilling this fantasy. By having one of the three eating the cum out of her pussy.

Nodding at Zack Imani stepped up and finally touched one of the cocks, stroking it in inspection Imani's pearl white teeth were exposed by the excited grin. The cock radiated warmth in her hand, its smooth skin pleasing to her touch, various bumps and contours along her stroke making evident just how pleasurable it could be. “Lie down.” She sternly instructed pointing to a spot on the floor, slowly lowering herself down over top of him.

Imani worried about if she was wet enough to even try this, her hand guiding the cock to her slit quickly affirming just how wet all of this had been making her.

Slowly lowering herself down onto it, Imani gasped and moaned in distress. The pleasure was more than she could have hoped for, yet her body wasn’t yet stretched to accommodate the large cock she was all too eager to impale herself upon. L

Working the cock delicately, Imani swatted away Zack's hands when he went to grab and guide her riding atop of him. “No. I set the pace.” Imani strictly ordered with a finger pointed at Zack as he looked past her.

A momentary question of if she just saw the choker the guy was wearing glow slightly.

With a knowing look and a nod towards Imani who had her back turned Cody understood what Katrina wanted.

As Imani slowly worked more and more of Zack into her Cody came up form behind and waited. As the deep exhale of achieving more of the cock into her depths exited Imani she shrieked as she felt the hands on her shoulders, barely a moment for objection to surface in her mind as her first climax hit.

Imani froze there, gasping stiffly at the climaxes intensity, her mind trying to find an experience that out ranked it. The warm feeling inside her pussy questioned if the groan of pleasure from the man beneath her meant he had cum in her.

She didn’t think so, feeling his hard shaft remain solid as she slowly began to work herself up to a second climax with eager anticipation of making even more out of this encounter. Growing more aggressive with her fucking she began to wonder if she had time to even try the other cock.

Katrina leaned back nearby, a new attraction was forming for Imani, as if something she couldn’t place her finger on suddenly made the woman more attractive, more arousing. As she thought about it the same could be said of the two guys, as if there was something extra about them.

Unaware of how she was craving the corrupting perks of others touched by the Idol she glanced at her watch, straightened out her clothes. And left the three to fuck. Imani wasn’t going to share, and Katrina was still craving more.

Accidentally spilling her purse, Katrina gathered her things getting an idea of where to go when she found something she forgot she had.