Abbie learns more about the new arrivals

Abbie surveyed the room again, nodding as she checked in with each guy. She turned in a circle as she looked around, which not only gave her a better angle to see everyone, but gave everyone a good view of every part of her.

"I would have to say that ... yes. Yes, I like what i see." Abbie grinned and faced Ben. "I've already seen a lot of this one. And that one." She gestured to Carter, who still seemed a little uneasy, but nodded back. Abbie faced Henry again, since he was the one who had asked the question. "And yes, I would say the rest of you look quite adorable." She approached Henry, touching the side of his face, and running her fingers through his hair. "Mm, your hair feels like silk. What do you use?"

Leaning into Abbie's touch just slightly, Henry murmured, "Secrets of the trade," his voice a low rumble. A hint of a smile played on his lips, but his eyes held a deeper amusement. "Maybe a touch of argan oil," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Though the real secret might be spending too much time by the ocean."

Abbie played with his hair a bit longer before revisiting Khalid again. "And you," she said, looking him up and down. "You're a confident one. The only one of your lot who took it upon himself to touch me."

Khalid felt a flutter in his heart, slightly nervous that perhaps he had made the wrong choice. "And you did nothing to stop me," he countered.

"That's true," Abbie agreed. "After all, you did find me here in very good spirits, wearing absolutely nothing, and doing absolutely nothing to hide or shy away." She stepped closer to Khalid, touching his chest. "But I wonder -- does that give you the right to touch my body without invitation?" She couldn't help but smirk, a tiny glint of mischief in her eye.

Khalid saw it, and knew that she not only had no issue with what had taken place, but she was making a game of it. "I suppose I could have taken my time. But I'm the kind of man who doesn't miss an opportunity. And if I'm not mistaken, I read you correctly."

"How's that?"

Khalid smiled as he put a hand around Abbie's body, his fingers sliding down to her ass. "You liked it," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "And the pleasure we both got, assuming the risk of touching you without permission, it far exceeded the pleasure we would have felt ... had I asked."

Abbie melted into his arms. Typically, she enjoyed the conversation, the banter, the knowledge that she was agreeing rather than that someone else was making the choice for her. And in this particular instance, she was already in a room, naked, giving blowjobs to two other men -- and it would have been difficult for her to rationalize to herself why that would be acceptable, but Khalid's hands on her body would not. And thus, of course, it was acceptable. And she knew how to raise the stakes.

"Mm," she hummed, leaning against him. She put one hand on his hip for balance, but then slowly slid it around to his front, and down, groping his crotch, and running her fingers along the outline of his cock through his pants.

Khalid gasped, the sound of his inhalation resonating in Abbie's ear. "Ah," he whispered. "Now why am I the beneficiary of such treatment?"

Abbie leaned into him, and turned her face to bring her lips close to his. "Enjoy your special attention for now." She smiled cutely and lifted her eyes upward. "But there are six other very interesting people here." She squeezed him again. "Mm, that's awfully nice." She stepped to the side, allowing her face to brush against Khalid's as she moved down the line.

"Oh my!"

Abbie had just arrived in front of Cory, and was startled to discover that, while her attention had been trained on Khalid, Cory had quietly unzipped his pants, and was holding his long black cock in his hand, stroking it slowly.

"Whoa, Jesus Christ!" Tuk exclaimed, looking away. Then he realized he was looking in Carter's direction. His eyes jumped around -- to Ben, back to Carter, back to Abbie. Realizing that protesting anything at this point was probably not the path to take, he closed his mouth and stepped back a few inches.

Cory sighed at his friend, shook his head, and then looked down at Abbie. "You said you liked what you saw." He glanced at his dick, and then back at Abbie. "Is that still true?"

Abbie licked her lips, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes almost straight ahead, looking at Cory's cock.

Cory inhaled deeply, and pulled a little harder on his dick, stretching it out. It was already partially erect, and as he continued to stroke it, Abbie noticed that was getting fuller and firmer.

"I'll take your silence as a yes," Cory suggested.

Abbie swallowed and licked her lips again. She was transfixed, staring at Cory's long penis, as it got harder in front of her eyes. Finally, she replied. "Yes. Please. Take my silence as a yes." She looked up at Cory's face. "Take my yes as a yes. Take my --" She wasn't sure how else to phrase it, but then on an impulse, she leaned forward, and kissed the tip of Cory's dick. She kissed it a second time, and then ran her tongue over the tip.

"I suppose I'll take that as a yes as well." Cory grinned, and gently patted his cock against Abbie's tongue and lips.

"Mm-hm," Abbie said, nodding. "All of it is a yes. One big ... thick ... black ... yes."

"Hang on, hang on, hang on." It was Tuk again, flailing his arms around. "Hang on."

"Yes?" Henry said from the other side of the group. He had remained calm, and looked over at Tuk with a slightly exasperated expression.

"Well, I just -- I mean, we don't even --"

Abbie giggled. "Is there something wrong?" She had her fingers wrapped around Cory's dick now, and was stroking him gently. Ben approached from behind her again, putting his hands on her, rubbing his own naked body against hers.

"Um," Tuk stammered. "Well, no, I guess not." He looked around. "But I --"

Abbie looked at him patiently yet playfully. "Tuk, my darling."

"Aw, jeez, don't first-name me," he muttered.

"It's not even your first name," Ben said, chiding him.

"It's my --" Tuk stumbled over his words. "It's basically my first name." He turned back to Abbie, trying to explain. "It's what everyone calls me. Nobody calls me by my real first name."

"What's that?" Abbie said.

"Aniket," he replied. "It's fine, I just -- why am I talking about this?"

Abbie laughed and shrugged. "I don't know." She patted Tuk on the chest, gave Cory's dick another squeeze, and then swiftly sidled over to Diego. "Now I haven't talked to you since you so graciously called me 'Venus' about ten minutes ago."

"I also kissed your hand," Diego said, laughing as he remembered feeling a little silly doing it.

"You did," Abbie said, nodding. She stared at him, smiling, waiting for him to respond.

"I could do that again," he said, taking hold of Abbie's hand, and gently stroking it.

Abbie sighed, comforted by the touch of his fingers on her palm. "You could ..." she said, her voice trailing off, trying to lead Diego to a different choice.

"Or," he said, catching his cue, "I could kiss ... something else?"

Abbie smiled. "Mm, you could."

Diego took another deep breath, and pulled Abbie close to him, tugging on her hand sharply. She lost her footing for a moment, and fell against Diego, her breasts pressing into his chest as she looked up at him. He gazed into her eyes for a moment, then wrapped a hand behind her head, and clutching her firmly, planted his lips on hers.

They kissed deeply and intensely, immediately tonguing one another, their mouths mashing back and forth. Abbie put her hands along the sides of Diego's face, holding him as they made out. In turn, he held her, his hands roaming behind her, one on her back, and one on her ass. She lifted one leg and wrapped her knee around Diego's hip, pulling herself even closer to his body. He grabbed hold of her thigh to help with her balance, nearly falling over himself as he was so taken with the intensity of their kiss (and the allure of her naked body against him).

When they finally broke the kiss, each of them gasped for air. "Now that, my dear," Diego said, "was most definitely not trite or cliché." He squeezed Abbie's thigh, still holding her up. He slid his palm along the back of her leg, up the side of her ass, then up the side of her body, grazing along the edge of her breast as he slowly lowered her to the floor.

"It was sensational," Abbie said, her voice breaking slightly. She licked her lips again. She circled around herself again, looking at each of the men. "One, two, three, four, five, six ... and seven." She pointed toward each, brushing a finger across a chest or touching an arm as she moved around in a circle, counting her new admirers.

Ben spoke next. "Do you want to just ... pick up where you left off?"