Free KEEP by Laura Bailey

 
    KEEP
    L. Bailey
    All rights reserved circ 2013
     
    Prelude
    Tonight they all needed her and were not in the mood to wait for each other to take their turn with her. Conrad had told her she must wear her mask as they would be having an evening of anonymity; focussing only on fucking her; the masks they would wear would cover their faces and would lend the atmosphere one of dark, dangerous excitement, as though she were to be fucked by complete strangers, taking her and doing every kind of perversion to her to satisfy their gratuitous appetites and stimulate her imagination. Of course, she knew it would be them, would not fail to recognise their majestic forms as they assailed her body but she found their fetishistic needs highly exciting.
    Leading her by the hand into the room, Gabrielle saw them standing waiting for her, their faces covered, just their eyes visible, predatory hungry eyes drawing her to them for the dark forbidden acts they would perform on her; the subdued lighting and their silhouetted figures creating a clandestine atmosphere of enigmatic mystery and intrigue, tight sexual tension pervading the room as they stood powerful, magnificent, hidden.
    Conrad led her over to the long dark couch as one of the men brought forward a glass of champagne for her.
    She wore only a tightly fitted black Basque which covered just her midsection, her breasts and pussy exposed. They had asked her to wear it, along with her heels. As she stood with them, drinking, they circled her, their bodies towering over her, their chests enclosing her, and one of them reached out to her pushing his hand between her legs.
    “Open your legs wider for me,” he told her, and she separated her legs more as she stood in her heels.
With quick movements he used his hand on her fast between her pussy lips, vibrating her clit furiously with the onslaught as she felt her legs almost buckle from her extreme arousal, her clit pulsing violently as his hand took her close to orgasm within seconds, her mouth open wide in pleasure as she cried out, the men watching her becoming engrossed in the sight of the frenzied stimulation of her sex. She ground herself down on his hand, her hips rocking back and forth, trying to ride his hand in the middle of the group of men, wildly uninhibited seeking only the stimulation of his hand.
    “Squat on my face.” The man said suddenly, pulling his hand out from between her legs, and with the most fluid transition he went to the floor, laying on his back, pulling her down on top of him, forcing her into a squatting position directly over his face, her legs open and her pussy exposed above him as he pulled her down to his mouth.
“Fuck yourself all over my face, ride my mouth, let yourself loose on me,” he told her roughly.
    He grabbed hold of her hips with his powerfully strong arms, forcing her back and forth over his mouth as he brought his tongue out and slid her against it, her wetness running over his tongue as he made her ride his face, pushing her back and forth over it fast, her breasts jiggling as he rocked her, rotating her hips as she sat on his face, her clitoris throbbing with the extreme sensation, stimulated beyond reason and without choice she came hard on his face with shattering intensity collapsing down on him, but he picked her up instantly ad signalled to one of the others to do the same thing to her, to take her further. Tonight they were going to make her cum over and over on them until she could take no more.  The next man grabbed hold of her hips and as he lay down smoothly he pulled her onto his face, her juices running out of her hole all over his mouth as he stuck out his tongue and pulled her pussy down hard onto it, as two of the other men crouched either side of her, taking hold of her thighs and spreading them wide, opening her up for them to watch clearly as she ground her pussy on the man’s face, each man’s cock rigid with animalistic urging at the sight of her, reaching