all four men come in Abbie's mouth (Ben is last)

"I have been waiting for this ..."

Ben spoke quietly as he stepped closer to Abbie, gazing down at her, admiring the glisten of her sweat-soaked body, her flawless and enthusiastic (closed-lipped) smile, and knowing that she was going to wait, and wait, and wait until he was ready to deliver.

"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.'" Abbie stared at him, her eyes twinkling. "And I guess I am."

Ben came closer to her. His thick cock stuck straight out like an arrow, and Abbie's attention fluttered between it and Ben's eyes. She reached her hand up and teased the shaft with one fingertip.

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

Abbie tilted her head to the side, her brows furrowing in a questioning look.

"Than this. Than you touching me."

Abbie smiled, and let out a small sigh through her nostrils. She focused on his penis, dragging her fingers along the edge, watching herself play with him. She glanced upward from time to tip, peering out of the tops her eyes, then blinking slowly and looking at his dick again.

"Than you stroking my cock," Ben continued. "Than you sucking me off ... fucking me ... again."

Abbie raised her eyebrows and sat back on her heels. She wanted to banter, but didn't want to swallow or spill three men's loads of come from within her mouth. So she just stared at him quizzically, hoping he would continue their implied dialogue.

"I know, I'm not fucking you right now. But I could be."

She smirked in response, as if to say you could be?

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

Abbie smiled. Her eyes darted away, and then back to meet Ben's. She 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.

Abbie remained on the floor, taunting Ben, daring him to make the move.

"Get up."

Abbie stayed put. She shrugged her shoulders in a small gesture of defiance.

Ben looked at her, astonished. "You won't get up, huh. A mouthful of come, so you can't talk ... and yet you're denying what you obviously want."

She blinked at him curiously.

"What you want? Oh, it's for me to hold your tight, sexy body, thrust my rock hard cock inside you, and pound at your hot little pussy."

Abbie smiled. He was right, that was exactly what she wanted. And he was off to a good start talking like that to her.

"And so," Ben said, unintentionally rephrasing things. "Will you please stand up so that can happen?"

Abbie 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), her body warm with sweat and sex.

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, her mouth closed, her lips tight but smiling, both unable to answer and eager to perpetuate the tease. He stood 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," he said to her, nodding. "Me too." 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 exhaled through her nose, 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 hummed, nodding.

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

Abbie was moaning 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."

Abbie's moans became whimpers, her body writhing against Ben's.

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?"