She Thinks So

Was it though? Arta had long had a taste for the richer things in life, and went to great lengths to achieve them. But that wasn't all she wanted, she wanted to be envied, she wanted to be desired, she wanted to have people wrapped around her finger with desire.

Which is where she now sat, wrapped around every finger in the place wanting nothing more than to be able to boast having been there, done that.

Glancing around the room once more she felt very much left out. And it scared her.

Everyone else was not only super attractive, but super engaged. Even Julia was sexually involved, her head held tight against bucking hips by a clawed hand as Melissa screamed in orgasmic delight.

Arta couldn't have this, inner terror kindled off of dread at being outcast, shunned, or not good enough. Her mind forgot about the people beyond these walls as she gazed about trying to think of the lewdest, most pornographic thing she could do to try and compete.

But how could she compete against a mother being fucked atop her daughter by her daughter's boyfriend? The normally quarrelling neighbours swapping? The brother and sister so depraved they struggle over who gets to fuck who.

Looking forward to Joe and his sons she had a glimmer of hope.

Worried about rejection she crawled forward like Eva and Magda, trying her best to sway her hips, appear submissive, and alluring. She tried to hide the disgust of what sexual juices she crawled through on the floor, although it was nothing compared to when she had first fallen from the steps.

Coming up between the two hell sluts, she mouthed one of Joe's testicles. Or at least tried to, finding is too large to actually suck on.

Running her tongue up along the bottom of his cock she timidly kissed the tip, looking to either side and reach out for each of his sons cocks. The two succubi beside her just giggled before slipping away.

Arta had heard that once there was a sex tape of Marilyn Monroe doing two Kennedy's in a threesome. Well here Arta would do one better, a trifecta of cocks. Two brothers, and their pa.

Stroking the two brothers with growing confidence and bravado Arta thought less and less about what she was doing, and how to go about this, and just went with what felt right. Wrestling her jaw and lips down along Joe's girth.

Backing off it just long enough to gasp for air before trying Steve. Then Tom.

One her third try at Joe's cock she went wide eyed and attempted to gasp, moaning into the demonic flesh as she felt her head held there, burning hot cum gushing down her throat and making her feel flush and euphoric when she was finally allowed up for air.

More.

“I don't think she's really selling us on any real estate.” Joe mocked, as Arta vigorously stroked his unrelenting dick, eagerly trying g to milk Tom with her mouth.

“You want real estate…” Arta gasped for a moment breathing heavily.

She struggled to strip her top. Hurriedly discarding everything but her bra, intimidated to flaunt her perfectly round double Ds before such perfectly endowed being.

Whipping her hair behind her head she resumed her services, eager for the next corrupting dose she needed more than any junkie would need their ****. She could taste the power in each lap of their cocks.

And she needed more.

“You can use my estate for free.” She lewdly invited gazing up with a smile.

With more vigor and success, she swallowed their cocks, pushing herself deeper on them, and relishing every drip of precum, and cum that would drip onto her skin. Loving each touch of the viscous, dark fluids.

“Too bad it isn’t REAL.” Steve chuckled, provoking an eager response of his cock being cushioned between the firm cleavage.

Arta didn’t have any words to reply, moaning lavishly into a cock, and trying to raise her performance a couple more notches eager to make them forget all about her fake tits, hopping they’d get right to fucking her.

But she needed them to find her worthy of fucking.