What She Has To

It was awful. Emma was going to be **** to have sex with Brian, have his enormous penis in her vagina whilst the men looked on - and probably they would want to be wanked.

"I suppose..."

"Yeah, go on, we'd so like to watch."

"Come on Brian, let's get it over with - for these perverts."

"Good girl, Emma," said the fat man, "and make a show of it - remember. Lots of positions and stuff."

At least the men were not insisting they fucked her. She had at least, already, been a little intimate with Brian - to the extent of bringing him off by hand. This, though, was different

The men ushered them into the bar area with comfortable seats and a carpet. The bar staff had cleared up from the earlier virtual party.

"Go on deep throat him!"

"Yeah, kneel and do that!"

She glared at the men but really had ****. She sank slowly to her knees in front of Brian. She really was going to do what they wanted. Once again, she came face to face, or eye to eye, with Brian's erection. The time before had been by moonlight as Brian had tried to open the first-floor window. This time it was in the bright electric light of the hotel and his penis looked even bigger in this light. The pink shiny head all exposed with its covering pulled back, certainly a fine streamlined shape, it had many veins and a ramrod straight shaft, his cock looked like it was on steroids.

She looked up. The men were leering down at her, she could see bulges in their trousers - they were evidently enjoying what they were seeing. She looked up at Brian. Was his smile meant to be encouraging and supportive or betraying delight in what she was about to do? He shrugged his shoulders and said 'sorry' again.

Emma opened up her mouth, and Brian started to push his cock into her mouth. Her mouth stretched to the limit. His cock was half way into her mouth and it was already to the back of her throat.

"Yeah, man!"

"All the way."

Emma didn’t know if she could be able to fit his entire cock into her throat. Brian continued to push in, Emma couldn’t breath anymore and it was so painful as his cock started to slide down her throat, she had never had a cock enter her throat ever before.

The men were chuckling away as she quickly brought her head back, off Brian's penis and she chocked. "Do it again.”

The awful thing for her was that she didn’t know if she could do it for a second time. But Brian did care, with one shove he pushed it all the way in her throat.

"Fuck me!" said the fat man. "She's done it!"

She quickly pulled her head back and chocked once more. "I didn't hurt you did I," she asked Brian. His smile did seem to have gone.

"No, you were pretty gentle."

"Suck him now, we want to see those lips move."

"Yeah, lick him."

The first insertions had been rather mechanical: that was not what the men now wanted to see. Emma extended her tongue and began to lick like you might a lolly before sliding her lips over, and up and down it. Her cheeks hollowed as she gave a really good suck.

It was unsurprising to hear the sound of zippers and be confronted by a further two erections when she took her lips from Brian - both of respectable size. The men were wanking as they watched.

"Go on, fondle her tits."

"Yeah," said the thin man, "as if you were milking them."

Emma had sucked cock before but never with an audience, never than with more than just the single man present - why would she have done.? Certainly, never in the middle of a public bar.

"Let's see you fuck now. Go on lie down and open your legs."

Sucking Brian to an audience had been one thing but now to have to recline and open her legs and show everything to the three men. She found she could not do it. But the fat man reached and pulled her knees apart. He was stronger than he looked. He stared at her sex whilst the erection sticking out of his fly twitched.

"Are you wet enough, Emma?"

She hated the fat man using her name. Their laughter was not kind.

He had not asked, he just did it. The fat man's pudgy fingers went between her thighs - feeling.

"I've got some hand cream." He waddled over to the reception desk and back, his penis waggling as he walked. Emma wondered if he could see it over his extended stomach.

The man squeezed the tube. The white cream came, squirting out like semen ejaculating onto her sex and curls. His fingers massaged before returning to stroke his own erection with now slippery fingers.

The fat man pushed Brian onto her. A very clear push. He pretty well fell onto her, his naked flesh once more coming into very close contact with her as it had done out in the garden. More over his little erection was poking almost perfectly where it should not.

"Just pretend," she whispered.

Emma had to admit Brian's act was good. Up and down went his bottom pretending to do the act and only once did his penis actually slip inside making it rather less of a pretence. The men stood watching stroking their own erections back and forth and grinning. Emma was sure they were fooled. Unfortunately, the pretence could not be maintained.

"Hey, I can't see properly," said the fat man.

"I've got a torch."

More laughter and not very nice laughter from the men.

"Hey up you get."

It was not just Brian who was pulled upwards but Emma found herself being pulled as well.

"Do it doggie fashion. We can see more like that!"

Emma knew the pretence was over. If they wanted to get back in their rooms they were going to have to do it for real. She was manoeuvred onto her hands and knees, her legs were spread and she was none too sure it was not the men who pushed Brian's huge erection into her.

"Hey Ed, look at the huge thing in there! Off you go!"

There was a hearty slap to Brian's backside as if someone was setting a horse running and Brian started to fuck. It felt so good, Emma thought his cock was going to come out of her mouth. Brian had hardly started moving forward before his thighs were pressed up against her bottom. It was so satisfying as a feeling, fulfilling indeed.

“Yes, Brien, keep on fucking me.” She accidently screamed out, as she orgasmed and cummed.

“Wow, she had an orgasm.” One of them said,

Her body was enjoying this but her mind did not want to be doing that at all: she could not be so sure about Brian.

"Don't you dare cum," she hissed though she was not too worried, Brian had already cummed that evening. He wouldn't be able to manage it again.

" Emma," he whispered after a time, "it's going to happen fairly soon. I can't help it. You still on the Pill?"

Brian's refraction time was short - at least he has that!

"No - and this would not be a good time. I mean you mustn't!"

"I'll try but... I am so sorry about this."

"Hey, said the fat man, "don't stop.'

There was another slap to Brian's rump and the motion started again.