all four men come on Abbie's body (Ben is last)

"I have been waiting for this ..."

Ben spoke quietly as he stepped closer to Abbie, gazing down at her, admiring her sperm soaked body, her sweat-matted hair, and best of all, her enthusiastic smile amidst all of it.

"I swear, when I first saw you in the lobby, just saw you, across the room -- I think my dick got hard." He was jerking himself as he narrated. "You were so fucking hot, you are so fucking hot. And I thought, 'fuck, I'm going to jack off to thoughts of this girl later.'"

"And I guess you are," Abbie said, watching him.

Ben laughed. "I guess I am. The way I had originally pictured it was quite a bit less fun than this."

"Than what?" Abbie teased.

Ben came closer and pushed his cock in her face. "... than this. Than you touching me."

Abbie lifted her chin and looked up at Ben, peering out of the tops of her eyes. He shifted his weight in order to handlessly steer his dick into her mouth. Abbie, in response, and equally hands-free, shifted the angle of her head to take him into her mouth and suck.

"Than you sucking my cock." Ben pumped into her face, his balls swinging against her chin. "Than me fucking you."

Abbie leaned away, her mouth sliding off his dick. "You're not fucking me."

"But I did."

"You did, but you're not right now."

"I could be."

"You could be?"

Ben smirked. "Yeah, I could be."

"How so?" Abbie enjoyed the flirtatious tease.

"I could say 'Abbie, would you stand up and let me fuck you again?'" He stared down at her. "And you'd get up and let me."

"Would I?"

"Mm-hm."

Abbie sat back on her heels, her hands resting on her thighs. "What makes you so sure?"

Ben pulled on his dick as he looked down at her. "Because you'll do whatever I ask you to do."

Abbie found this particular moment extremely exciting (and psychologically somewhat fascinating). He was absolutely right -- she would do whatever he asked her to do. But she also recognized that he didn't know that about her, he didn't know that she was willing to answer 'yes' to anything. Rather, he assumed that he had some kind of dominion over her, and she saw that that was how he imagined it.

Still, she would get up and let him fuck her. But she was ****. She wanted the reason to be because he asked permission and she granted consent -- not because he assumed she would submit. It was a small distinction, but in its minute detail, it was precisely the distinction that separated a man like Ben from a man like Jake.

"So ask." Abbie stayed sitting on her heels, taunting Ben, daring him to make the move.

"Get up."

Abbie stayed put. "Hm, I'm not sure."

Ben looked at her, astonished. "You're not sure?"

"Now that was a question."

Ben nodded. He did, in fact, see this as a game of domination and submission, not one of permission and consent. And even as Abbie bantered with him, he wasn't growing wise to her preferences.

"Will you please get up?" he asked. Even still, rephrasing it as a question, he believed he was playing a control game.

Abbie sighed, but placed her hands on the floor, and pushed herself up to a standing position. She faced Ben, who stood a few inches taller than she, and looked up slightly to meet his gaze. She stood proudly, her chest out (which meant her breasts out), and of course, her body was still caked in the three previous men's ejaculations.

Ben jerked his dick a bit and moved closer. "Can I hold your leg?"

Abbie raised one leg, and Ben held it in his other hand. He moved in tighter, and rubbed the tip of his cock against Abbie's pussy, which was still extremely slippery and wet.

"So now, as I said before -- will you let me fuck you again?"

Abbie chuckled to herself. She stared at him, licking her lips, keeping him in suspense, his penis barely pushing into her outer labia but not yet penetrating her. She wondered how long she could stay there before either she'd need to give in (because she, like Ben, was still highly sexually charged, and wanted him inside her as much as he wanted to be inside her) or before he'd simply push into her regardless of her consent. Ben imagined (and wasn't wrong) that Abbie had openly consented to their orgy and had shown no signs (and felt no need) of changing the rules.

She moved slightly, rubbing herself against him, and noticed that Ben's breath caught for a moment, her movement surprising him.

"You liked that?" she asked him.

"Mm, you know I did." He wiggled, rubbing against her more. His hand squeezed her leg, and the touch of her leg gave him another spark of arousal. "Come on, let me fuck you again."

Abbie sighed, but didn't relent. She was waiting for the right words and the right tone and hoped that her semi-silent treatment would pay off.

"I know you want to," Ben continued. "I know you want to feel me inside you, and you're just playing a little game with me right now." They were pushing against each other, and it was a wonder that his dick didn't accidentally slide straight into her pussy. "I know you want it. And you know I want it."

He was right, and Abbie agreed. But she was still holding out.

"I could just come right now. If we keep slow dancing like this, I could just blow right against you. Would you enjoy that?"

"Mm-hm," Abbie said, nodding.

"Ooh, you would, but ..." Ben squeezed her tighter. "But it's not what you really want."

Abbie was groaning a bit, and pressing herself into him as much as she could, given their position.

"No, what you really want is for me to fuck you. You want to feel me inside you once more, one more good drilling. And you're going to come again, and I'm going to come, and it'll be something we both remember after it's all said and done."

"Mm, yes ..."

Ben's voice lowered to a whisper. "I want it as much as you do, Abbie. Your sweet, warm, wet pussy wrapped around my thick, stiff, hot dick. So just for a minute more, just one last taste of it all. Let's do it."

He shifted his weight, and the tip of his dick pushed a little further. If he shifted one more time, he'd most likely penetrate her.

"We both know it's about to happen, don't we?"

Abbie nodded.

Ben smiled. "But it won't happen until you tell me I can. Until you let me do it."

Abbie nodded again, breathing heavily. She liked the sound of it now. Ben's phrases continued in the vein of control, but now he was ceding control to her. Until you let me do it, he had said, giving her the power to allow him. That's permission, she thought.

"So let me, Abbie. Don't hold out. Please." He took a deep breath as a shock of stimulation ran through him. "Will you let me fuck you again?"