Free Shared by Six Strangers by Lia Marsh

Chapter 1: Same Time. Different Place?
     
    Jenya lounged on the bed in the hotel room. She gazed worriedly up at ceiling as she waited for Mike and the boys to show up. It had been a difficult choice, for once, to call him to schedule the trick. She remembered last time and was sure that Mike would use her dirty secret against her now.
    I know your secret.
    Those words had haunted her every waking moment for the past week. Mike had discovered her bondage fetish and the gleam in his eyes had made her worry he would take full advantage of it. But she called him and scheduled the trick again. Same time. Same place.
    Jenya knew the guys wouldn’t hurt her, at least not on purpose. They were like a bunch of grown up children with the way they bickered and aside from Mike, they didn’t seem very smart. Besides, they obviously hadn’t found another girl willing to take their gang on or they wouldn’t keep offering up their services to her.
    It was about control. Jenya liked to be in control, not just during her sessions but in life in general. Control didn’t mean she had to be aggressive. It just meant that she had control over her faculties so she could make a decision when to stop a certain action or not.
    She had barely maintained the slimmest semblance of control last time. Had they blindfolded her or gagged her mouth or even flogged her, she would have lost every ounce of control she had left. That was her main concern.
    As she thought about being tied to the chair, she absently trailed her fingertips across her chest and along the top edge of the bustier she was wearing. Jenya closed her eyes and imagined being tied to the bed. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the headboard and footboard respectively. She was blindfolded.
    Jenya slipped the tips of her fingers beneath the bustier and stroked her breast. She teased herself by moving her touch within millimeters of her hard nipple but never touching it. Her eyes closed tightly in concentration and she absently hiked up her miniskirt.
    Her chest rose and fell deeper and deeper with each passing moment as her breaths became more labored. Jenya’s mind was on overdrive. Thought after sinful thought whirred through her brain as she spread her creamy thighs and grazed her fingernails up the insides.
    Two of the guys were kneeling on the bed beside her. She would take turns sucking their cocks while they played with her full tits. One of them took a hard nipple between their fingers and rolled it firmly. Jenya gasped at the pleasure and playfully struggled against her bonds.
    She was lost in her fantasy, the same fantasy she had been masturbating to for the past three days since she had called Mike to arrange the trick. She brushed her trembling fingers over the gentle indent of her panties where her pussy lips flared and strained against the fabric. Her other hand was firmly entrenched beneath her bustier and she was squeezing and kneading her soft breast.
    “Ahem,” a voice said with a clearing of the throat and startled her back into reality.
    “Getting a head start?” Mike asked as he stood watching her from the foot of the bed.
    What the fuck? When did he get here? Jesus Jenya! Clear your fucking mind and get control of yourself!
    She noticed his hand stuffed in his trousers. Mike was squeezing and stroking his hard cock beneath the denim of his jeans while he wore a cheesy smile on his lips. Even though she had stopped with the unannounced show, he continued to rub his dick.
    Mike had knocked a few times and when she didn’t answer, he used the keycard to let himself in. He wasn’t expecting her to be there , since she hadn’t answered the door and all. To his surprise, and ensuing pleasure, he found her gently writhing on the bed while she pleasured herself.
    “Ummmm, never mind that,” Jenya stammered as she sat up and quickly fixed her clothes.
    She arched a brow and bent side to side slightly, looking around him for the rest of his crew.
    “Just you