You grab Rob's dick but it's Jacob who asked for the hand-job

Without thinking you reach out, your hand struggling to wrap itself around a rock hard member. Your hand strokes up and down, the fingertips nowhere close to touching. Jacob's dick always seemed pretty big to you but now he seems a lot thicker than you remember, utterly elephantine in width and with balls to match. The veins on his dick stand out like rough bark to your eager fingers as they stroke up and down, your hand periodically sinking into pubic hair that is thick and wiry, almost like steel wool gathered at the base.

"C'mon, give me a handjob," the voice says again, and you realize with a start that the cock you're jerking off doesn't belong to your boyfriend after all.

"Oh. Right," you say with a blush, and reach out to Jacob.

"Wait. Lift your top. I want your tits naked," he says in a loud whisper.

"What? But..." you glance at Rob, but in the dark his face is invisible.

"He'll never see, but it'll get me so hot knowing that your tits are in full view. If there were more bright scenes in this movie he'd see you showing off your little bits for him."

"Not... not for him..."

"Yeah, but that's what he'd think."

"Oh. Well. Um..." Feeling kind of guilty about how your other hand won't stop jerking off his friend you use your free hand to lift the shirt, only to run into a problem. How do you keep hand-fucking Rob, hold up your shirt, and rub Jacob's dick at the same time? Unwilling to give up either cock you take a moment to stuff as much of the shirt as you can into your mouth, almost as if you are gagging yourself. Your thin top wasn't providing much protection against the slightly chilled air before, but having them completely exposed makes you shiver a little, your small breasts jiggling a little and your thick nipples feeling impossibly hard and sensitive to every wisp of air.

Taking hold of Jacob's dick you wonder how you could have mistaken Rob's mighty member for his. While Jacob is definitely two or three inches longer Rob has the thickest dick you've ever encountered. It feels almost thuggish, if a dick could possibly be described that way. As soon as your hand starts to move up and down Jacob's dick his fingers pull out of you with an embarrassingly loud slurp, stranding you without a way to orgasm.

Rob, meanwhile, tries to jam a third finger in past your **** rear passage.

"She's cheating on me," a voice says, making you freeze before realizing the voice comes from the movie speakers. "I'm sure of it."

"That trophy model wife of yours?" Rock asks some old, but obviously rich man. "You want me to get pictures of it?"

"I want you to catch her in the act," the man says coldly, and Rock smiles.

"Fucking cheaters," Rob says.

"I hate cheating whores," Jacob says vehemently, and you cringe, Rob's dick feeling even warmer in your hand.

"They ought to be punished," Rob says, and you gasp as his fingers grab hold of the base of your thick nipple and start to twist and pinch the sensitive nub. You bite your lip through the fabric of your top, which is still in your mouth like Jacob wanted.

"What do you think, Jenny?" Rob asks. "Should cheating cunts be punished harshly?" he gives your breast another twist and finally forces his third finger into your backside, making you groan.

"I think that was a yes," Rob laughs.

Jacob laughs in a distracted way, like he isn't really paying attention, and the two go back to watching the film. On-screen the main character is following a gorgeous woman and looking bored.

"Fuck this," the protagonist says, and puts his camera in a bag. You hardly follow the lines as he goes up to the woman and tells her that she's going to fuck him. You'd probably find the dialogue hilarious if you could concentrate, but all you see is how the woman's face shows outrage, yet a strong hint of curiousity. After some outraged exchanges she doesn't turn and walk away. Instead she follows Rock, looking confused and uncertain.

"Don't undress," Rock orders the woman. "I want to fuck you in your rich clothes while I treat you like the cheap whore you are."

"I'm not..."

"Oh that's right, I'm not paying you. You're just a cheap slut," Rock sneers, and shoves her onto the bed before falling upon her, strong hands yanking her breasts out the sides of the dress so the camera can catch them in their full glory.

"She didn't expect that," Rob laughs, squeezing your breast painfully. "She didn't sign up for nudity, but damn did she ever get into it."

"Damn. I love big tits," Jacob says like you and your little breasts aren't there, making you flush in shame. You feel like you should defend your not-so-large assets, but with the dick of Jacob's friend in your hand you can't muster the nerve. Plus, your shirt makes it difficult for you to speak so you just sit there like a hand-job machine and wank the two men off.

"No," the model protests, "Not there..."

"Where? Oh, I get it. You don't want me here," Rock rubs the model's pussy. "You want me here," he jabs her asshole, although it's invisible to the camera.

"Ahh. Nooo..." Sinking her breasts into the bed the protesting model keeps her ass high, presenting it to the rough-looking man behind her.

"I snuck a bunch of lube in to make it authentic," Rob laughs. "She kept flubbing the scene up to that point so I kept having to rub her pussy and finger her asshole until the director just about lost patience. She knew she couldn't screw it up again, so I took advantage."

"And didn't get caught?"

"Watch. She isn't exactly screaming in outrage, is she?" Rob waved briefly at the screen, not that Jacob could see. You could tell because his hand left your breast for a moment, flying out in front of you before returning like a bird of prey, talons sinking into the sparse flesh of your chest, making you moan into your self-induced gag.

On-screen you all watch the gorgeous model's naked breasts moving back and forth, Rock's steely buttocks jerking forward and back in strong movements matched by the actress. His hands initially holds her waist, only to leave them as she begins to thrust back, hands going instead to her hair, jerking her hair back. The other pulled out a camera.

"What? What are you... filming?"

"What do you think I'm filming, you dumb slut. I'm filming you getting your asshole fucked and loving it," Rock said with a particularly powerful thrust.

"N-no. Please. My husband..."

"Doesn't need to see it, but doesn't it get you hot? Almost like having someone else watching."

The model moaned, the sound not one of distress but of pleasure, and she started bucking against him harder and harder. The scene lasted an inordinate amount of time, showing the wife getting more and more into it until at last she screamed out an orgasm.

"Real?" Jacob asked.

"Yup," Rob sounded proud. "The funny thing is that was the first successful take, but the director himself said we should do a re-take the next day. We did three re-takes in total."

Jacob laughed, but you just slunked downward, only to remember that Rob had three fingers jammed up your butt. He was sliding them in and out, and you lowering yourself made him go knuckle deep with each thrust, making you groan and lift your ass a little from the chair to give him extra access.

On-screen the wife lay spent on the sheets while Rock moved up to her head. A momentary shot of his dick was shown in its flacid - but still large - state. It was brought up to the woman's lips before she realized it and recoiled.

"That wasn't part of the initial shoot. We did that on one of the re-shoots. She was pretty broken in by then," Rob said proudly.

"Clean me," Rock ordered the wife, putting his hands to each cheek and forcing her to keep her mouth open. She whined a little at first, but in spite of the wrinkling of her nose she didn't fight back. Rock lifted the camera, and the cries of sex came out of it.

"Your husband thinks you've been a naughty girl," he said to her, and her eyes opened wide and she began to struggle for the first time. "But you and I know better. You're a dirty dirty slut who likes getting strangers to fuck her in the ass, aren't you?" Rock asked meaningfully. The model looked up at him with round eyes probably meant to convey confusion or pleading, but just managed to look clueless.

"I've been tailing you and watching and you haven't given any man the time of day, so I really don't see why he should ever think you've been unfaithful. Course, he doesn't realize that you entice three or four men a week to fuck your ass here in this very hotel room."

"wah?" she managed from around his dick, although the camera only showed her from the nose up, her cheeks bulging with... something.

"What a dumb slut," Rock sighs. "I guess I have to spell it out. I'm gonna tell your hubby that you're faithful and adore him so much you shot down every man with scornful remarks while telling them how great he is. But I think we both know that you don't need to be treated like royalty. You need to be treated like a dirty little slut, eager to let even the ugliest of men use you like the fuck-meat you are."

Something about the remark makes you shudder, and even though you only have a hand on your breast and three fingers jammed up your ass you find yourself almost cumming on the spot.

"I bet she didn't like that," Jacob said in a remote kind of way, like he'd forgotten anyone else was there.

"Oh, she pretended she didn't, but later on she came over to chew me out, and when I turned to walk away she stopped me to give me her phone number and address. Asked me to call her."

"Did you?"

"Just once. So far. I picked out her clothes, took her to a dirty alley in a bad part of town, and fucked her ass up against the wall. She was crying out 'jam it up my asshole! Harder!'. Turns out that some women want to be treated like whores."

Rob punctuated his words by thrusting his fingers upward with extra vigor.

Unable to stand it anymore you yank both hands from their dicks and pull your top from your mouth, not even bothering to pull it down. "I've got to... to..." you stammer, then stumble out of the row on weak legs, hearing the two guys laughing behind you as you somehow descend what seems like a hundred stairs.

Even the dim lights outside the theatre seem bright, and you stumble through the first door you see, **** for relief, yet knowing that mere masturbation wouldn't do justice to the arousal you currently feel.