Jealousy

Emily isn't quite sure how long she remains tucked away under that table blowing her hosts whilst they play cards. One by one, she pulls their cocks from their pants and sucks them until they're nice and hard before they suddenly stand to leave, presumably to go fuck Val. With her restricted view, she only catches brief glimpses of her friend getting fucked over on that couch.

Sometimes they use her one at a time...

...and sometimes they share her.

Whilst Emily doesn't have a good enough view to be sure that they're fucking her ass, she can make a pretty good guess based on her squeals. She couldn't believe she had spent so long under that table servicing these men's cocks with her mouth that she could distinguish which of her friend's holes they were using based on her squeals. There was a distinct intensity to the way Val moaned when they were using her back door, the mix of pleasure and pain heightening her squeals.

"Ahh fuck! Fuck my ass! Stretch me out!" Val squeals desperately.

Emily begins thinking that this will be her fate, trapped beneath that table for the rest of the night. Nothing more than a set of lips to prepare their cocks to go fuck her friend one by one. She could tell which which of them had already had a turn on her friend's ass by the taste. It was like ****, being stuck down there listening to her friend having the time of her life whilst she's stuck on blowjob duty. It gets to the point that she starts thinking about how she wants to trade places with Val so badly she would even be willing to let them use her ass. It couldn't be that bad... right?

Her thoughts on the matter are interrupted by the nagging sensation that she's desperately thirsty. All the sucking she had been doing under that table had only worsened the situation. Now, she was finally reaching the point of desperation.

"Come on guys, can I please get a drink now. My throat's getting really dry down here. I'll take anything you've got." Emily pleads from beneath the table.

"Anything, you say?" One of the men playing poker asks, his voice hinting at what he's thinking.

Emily knows exactly what he's about to say if she says yes, and yet she's still somehow considering it. The thought of it is repugnant, but her willpower has been gradually reduced more and more over the course of the evening. Finally, desperation wins out over any reasonable thought and she answers.

"Anything." She answers.

The man who's cock she was sucking slides his chair back, giving Emily a small gap in the circle to crawl out from under the table. She climbs out on all fours, not bothering to stand once she's out. She knows they'll have her down on her knees soon enough anyway.