Sarah Hasn't Let Me Down Yet!

There was a groan from the crowd behind me as Sarah’s beckoning to me transformed into a squeal of delight. Bobby hadn’t waited to get through the door to begin his **** on her pussy. In quick succession, I heard the sound of a slap on Sarah’s ass and Bobby kicking open the door. I felt every remaining gaze in the room turn toward me. As my friend and the man who was about to fuck her disappeared into the hallway, I was still savoring the mixture of Sarah’s body and my juices on my tongue, and I was still dripping even after my orgasm. What I wasn’t doing was making a choice. But I knew hesitating just a moment more would be all the opening these men needed.

I decided not to give them the chance. I heard rustling from the crowd growing restless; one or two of them had begun to advance on me from behind. Instead of turning, I bolted out the door after Bobby and Sarah. They were halfway up the stairs to the second story, where I assumed Bobby’s bedroom was. I stared up after them. My heart was pounding. I could still run out the front door, back home to salvage some dignity out of this night. For another brief moment, I considered it.

Until I heard her moan. The lust I heard from Sarah up those stairs was too much. I needed to be a part of that. I pushed all thoughts of dignity out of my head and followed her sounds. When I reached the top of the staircase, I saw Sarah on her knees in the doorway of what I assumed to be Bobby’s bedroom. She was still naked (at which point I realized that I was too) and Bobby had his thick cock buried in her throat. His hands were guiding her head back and forth. She repeated her moan every so often as she struggled to maintain eye contact with him. I couldn’t see his expression, but I could guess he was smiling as I heard a low malicious chuckle emanate from deep within him.

I bit my lip and softly rubbed my clit from the top of the stairs. I wasn’t trying to be sneaky. I was watching for now, but had every intention of joining.

I watched as Bobby pulled Sarah’s head away. There was a loud pop as he did, and I saw a string of saliva stretch from the head of his penis to her outstretched tongue. It looked like she was **** to get it back on Bobby’s monster, but he was holding her back.

She looked up, pleadingly, “What’s wrong, sir? Wasn’t I a good little slut for your friends?”

“You were,” Bobby growled in response as he pulled my friend up by her hair.

“What about me,” I could hardly believe it was my voice that called out. They both turned their attention to me. I returned the beaming smile on Sarah’s face and stepped closer to them before finishing, “… sir?”

Bobby reached out and grabbed my arm, pushing me to the ground. “You were too … for my friends. But it’s time for you to be a good little slut for me.”

His spit soaked cock was already touching my lips. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I closed my eyes and took it in. I tasted Sarah’s mouth, already a familiar flavor. I tasted his cologne. I tasted every inch of him, trying my best to bring him to the edge. I was in heaven.

Before he got there, Bobby pulled me up and pushed both of us into the bedroom. It was mostly dark, but Sarah seemed to know her way around and led me safely to the bed. She began kissing me as I felt Bobby lie down beside us. “Time to ride, new slut,” he ordered. I offered no resistance, straddling him and guiding him into my still dripping cunt. Sarah, meanwhile, took her place straddling his chest, facing me. We embraced as I began grinding on him.

It felt incredible. Sarah would alternate between kissing me and sucking on my nipples while Bobby took control of my waist. Raising and slamming me onto his pulsing cock inside me. Over and over again, I was pushed to the edge of orgasm and then over that edge, screaming as I felt the warmth and ecstasy wash over me.

“I told you, sir, she’s all yours! The whole house can hear it! Now you have two perfect sluts to fuck, sir!” The joy in Sarah’s voice was obvious. I hadn’t realized just how much she was into Bobby, but feeling him fill me up, I understood why.

Bobby was clearly pleased too. I felt him begin to swell inside of me. He wasn’t going to last long, and I wasn’t going to stop him from emptying his load inside me. In fact, I was ready to beg him for it. But as soon as I thought he was going to give me what I wanted, I felt him slow down. He had other plans.

“On your knees. Both of you.” Bobby’s voice was commanding, even with a slight ragged panting from holding back his cum. Sarah pulled me off of him and onto the ground, forcing me to comply. Bobby took his place on the edge of the bed as we took turns licking his shaft and head. His panting turned into grunting until finally I felt him shoot his cum all over both of us.

Sarah squealed with delight as we kissed with his cock twitching between our lips. I may not have squealed, but I was equally delighted. Above us, I could hear Bobby mumbling, “Good little sluts. What good little sluts I have.”

After Bobby was clean and Sarah and I had licked all the cum from ourselves, she crawled onto the bed with him and whispered, “Thank you, sir. She’s all yours now, isn’t that right, Irene?