You kiss Mike

Honestly, Mike frightens you. He always has. That was why if you chose anyone to kiss, it’d be him. It’d be best to get on his good side, right?

With that thought, you take a tentative step towards him. That’s all that’s needed for your breasts to press lightly against his chest. He just stands there, unmoving, glaring at you. He was waiting and something tells you he doesn’t like waiting. Standing on your tiptoes, you lean forward slightly, placing your hands lightly on his shoulders for balance. You feel for the first time just how much you’re trembling. Your lips gently brush his before you pull away.

You don’t get far.

His arm immediately wraps around your waist and his lips press firmly to yours. You squeal into his mouth as he devours yours. Soon his tongue has forces its way between your lips and jams down your throat.

His hands roughly pull your shirt up as he grabs at you. There are no caresses or any sort of gentle touch as he slams you back against the sink. His fingers dig into your side, hurting enough to causing possible bruises, before clawing at your breasts.

You push against his shoulders, but he’s far too strong.

With no effort, Mike grabs your thighs and lifts you onto edge of the sink. He starts rubbing a very large bulge against your panties before moving his mouth down your neck.

“Mike!” You gasp, trying to push him off. The faucet on the sink is digging painfully into your back. “Stop! It hurts!”

The only response you get from his is a sharp bite on the crook of your neck.

“OW!” You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulder. It hurt!

Suddenly, Mike pulls away from you, leaving you panting on the sink. The look he shoots you is not a nice one. “You’re not better than me,” he growls before grabbing your arm and yanking you off the sink. You cry out, the faucet scratching your back with the motion.

“I’m sorry!” you cry, as you slam into his chest. “I never thought I was better than you, I swear!” You’re practically begging at this point, but you don’t care. “Please… don’t hurt me…” You can feel the tears running down your face.

“If you don’t want to get hurt, Jane, then do what we say.” This time the harsh words came from Andrew, who was glaring at you wrapped in Mike’s arms.

Slowly, you nod. “O-Ok…”

The two men share a look before Mike pushes you to stand between them with Andrew blocking the door. “Get on your knees.”

Your heart is pounding loudly in your chest, but you slowly lower yourself down, shaking the whole time. Once you’re down there, Mike reaches out and pulls your shirt completely off you, tossing it behind him and into the bathtub.

“Pull my cock out.”

Mike’s order makes you tremble even more. You fight back a sob as you reach for his pants. You undo his belt, fumbling slightly as you pull the leather through the buckle. Once the belt has been unfastened, you start on the button and zipper, barely being able to see them through your tears.

Once that’s all taken care of, you hesitate. You look up to see him glaring down at you. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slip your fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. You slowly lower it past his bulge. As soon as it’s free, his dick springs out and smacks you right in the cheek.

You gasp and pull back.

You hear them snickering.

“Jane, pull mine out now.”

Turning, you glance up at Andrew to see him smiling at you. With a shaky breath, you repeat your actions on his pants. When you pull his out, you’re more careful, making sure that it doesn’t hit you.

Gulping, you realize that right now, you are shirtless and on your knees with two men standing over you with their cocks out. What have you gotten yourself into?

“You ever jack someone off before, Jane?” Mike asks.

You emphatically shake your head no.

“Well, you’re gonna learn,” Mike smirks down at you. “Grab my cock with one hand and Andrew’s with the other.”

You hesitate, but ultimately do as you’re told. The precum from their cocks is dripping on your hands and arms, making you shudder.

“Start moving your hands up and down the shaft.”

As you follow instructions, they give you more. Like gripping them tighter, going faster, going all the way to the tip.

Suddenly, Mike hisses. “It’s too dry. Use your mouth.”

“What?” You gasp. “I-I thought I was just using my hands…”

“You’re chaffing me,” Mike growls out. “Spit in both your hands then use your mouth.”

Nodding, you spit in both your hands and place them back on their shafts.

“Much better,” you hear Andrew moan.

You sit up a little more and lean in towards Mike’s penis. You hesitate, the smell being more pungent then you were expecting.

“Jane…” Mike warns.

With that you slip your lips around the tip, clenching your eyes shut at the strong taste. With a deep breath through your nose, you lower yourself further down the shaft.

You feel hands slip into your hair as Mike moans.

“Damn, Jane, your mouth feels great.”

“My turn, Jane.” You feel another hand grip your hair harshly. You’re pulled off of Mike’s cock and immediately onto Andrew’s.

You find yourself being pulled back and forth between the two men, blowing one cock while rubbing the other. Soon, to keep them from yanking on your hair, you find yourself going back and forth on your own.

You keep this up for a few minutes, each time feeling yourself taking their cocks deeper into your mouth.

“God, look at those lips around my cock,” Andrew groans, his hand holding onto a lock of hair from your ponytail and tugging it lightly. “You have such great looking cock sucking lips.”

“She does,” Mike agrees, grabbing his own strand from your ponytail with one hand before leaning down and grabbing at one of your tits with the other. He moans again as you move to his cock.

Andrew follows Mike’s example and grabs your other tit.

“I’m almost there…” Mike grunts, pushing your head off his cock. You immediately move back to Andrews.

You don’t spend much time on Andrew before he pushes you off too. “Me too…”

Soon you find their hands are pushing yours off their cocks. You sit there helplessly on your knees as you look up at them confused.

That’s when you feel something wet and warm hit your face. You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut in response. Before you open your eyes, you’re hit on the other side of your face, this one making its way into your mouth.

You open your eyes in shock, realizing what just hit you.

Another load shoots out from both cocks, covering you in white sticky cum. It’s dripping down your face and onto your chest.

You look down and blink back tears.

You suddenly feel a tug on your ponytail and look up to see Mike using part of your long ponytail to clean himself up. A tug on the other side tells you what’s happening before you even look over. Sure enough, Andrew is doing the same thing, coating your hair in his cum.

“Damn, don’t you look like a cum slut, Jane,” Andrew snickers down at you.

“Don’t cry, Jane…” You feel a hand brush your cheek, whipping away a tear and some of the cum. You look up to see Mike kneeling next to you. He gives you a small smile and part of you feels a little bit of hope start to blossom.

Until he holds out his thumb, covered in cum from your cheek.

You know what he wants you to do, even before he says anything.

With a suppressed sob, you lean forward and take his thumb into your mouth, using your tongue to clean his finger.

“Such a good girl, Jane,” he soothes.