Ed Chapter 9 by Jacobb442011@gmail.com
Naked, ushered along the yellow-lit motel hallway by the two trench-coated men; I asked myself, was this happening? It felt surreal. A latex gloved hand pressed against each bare ass check, propelling me forward, the one on the left massaging lightly while the one on the right gave a squeeze.
Ooh, I heard myself gasp in reply, butterflies tingling my belly, floor scratchy on my bare feet, trench coats itching my naked skin.
Keep moving, baby, a deep voice instructed.
I licked my lips, tongue tasting Stephen's salty man-cum.
Had I just sucked a cock?
Oh my God.
I had. I really had.
Latex gloves turned me at the shoulders, shoving me toward a chair and mirror along the elevator hallway. I sat back against a white sheet covering the chair, watching in the mirror as I was adjusted, spread eagled, legs open. My cock stirred a little in its perch atop my balls.
Both men were alongside, and I tried to read their faces through the ski masks. No luck. The faces were inscrutable. Scary? Check. Hot? Also check. Was this a dream?
One began squirting oil, and the latex fingers began rubbing and caressing my bare skin, beginning with my belly. Mmmm, I said, nervous at the ski masks, turned on by the attention, enjoying the caresses on my tummy.
It dawned on me - what if someone came down the hall? I mean, it was late, but we were in a public hotel hallway. Oh God. What if? Well, I hope they like the show... or at least, don't sound an alarm.
I moved my head to watch the mirror, watch the hands rubbing me with oil. They moved from my belly and danced across my love handles to caress oil all around my chest except for my nipples. I pouted a little in my disappointment, but they worked on.
I found myself enjoying the attention, fear at the ski-masks giving way to the excitement of being the naked focus of their attention. Two men were massaging, caressing me. I was their object, their interest. I licked my lips again.
As if on cue, both mouths descended on my chest, tongues and lips licking and sucking my tits.
Ooooh, I moaned, hands instinctively reaching around the scratchy coats, holding the men as they suckled me, a warm fire in my belly, moving toward my balls.
Aaaah..., I said, squirming a little, vaguely aware of myself in the mirror, moaning in delight, moving my palms to the back of each burly man's neck to express my approval. From somewhere in my mind, I recalled sucking lady titties and loving their feel... Now, it was my titties being sucked, by not one but two men.
I squirmed again, and an oily latex hand encircled my balls while another took hold of my cock.
Yum, I said, arching my back, gasping with pleasure and discomfort, feeling a little tenderness in my penis even as I like its being handled. Fondle, went the fingers holding my balls, while stroke, went the hand holding my cock.
Oh, fuck, went I, enthralled at the perfect pleasure, arching my back and thrusting my hips up just a little, as if to say thank you.
Mmmm, mmm... I said as the oil hand stroked.
She likes it, the deep voice said.
Then, discomfort returned, as the glove gripping my penis pulled a bit tight. I guess I was tender after my recent orgasm, and the glove was getting dry.
I tried to maneuver away, relieve the pressure, but hands held me firm, the gloved fingers stroking on.
Uh, ah, I said, trying to turn and push the men away. Tender, I told them.
Hands pushed my arms backward, pressing my wrists against the top of the chair.
Uh, softer, more oil? I pleaded, feeling fear with the realization that my arms were pinned tight.
Is she complaining? the deep voice asked. The other only grunted.
I think she's complaining, the deep voice continued.
Guys? I started, attempting to reason with them, I'm not complaining, it's just...
Ouch, hey, I interrupted myself as latex fingers lightly slapped my balls.
She is definitely ungrateful, the other voice said.
She? Who is she, I said, irritated, watching my angry expression in the mirror, trying to shift my hips and break free.
Tap, went the latex fingers again against the back of my balls, arousing me in spite of myself while also making my balls ache.
Goddamnit, I said to the men, fear palpable now as I felt helpless, my best efforts to no avail.
A latex hand gave my penis a sticky pull, and I cried out in spite of myself. I liked the attention, and I liked the handjob, except my cock was too tender. This was getting really uncomfortable. I needed some lube, a lighter touch, something.
Hey, I said, come on - wait a minute, can I get some more oil...
As if in reply, one hand flicked my balls while another thumbed my sensitive cock head, causing me to jump involuntarily, though I did not get far; the hands held me fast.
Fuck, I snarled.
I don't like her attitude, the deep voice replied, not to me, but to his friend, who promptly gave my balls a squeeze.
Shit, I replied, balls throbbing. The ski-masks that had seemed kinda sexy in their concealment, now were ominous.
I think I better teach her, deep voice said, and his friend grunted in what I presumed to be agreement.
Who the fuck is she? I said defiantly, and I was going to continue by inquiring what was meant by teaching, anyway, but before I could, hands flipped me over, ass high in the air, balls hanging low behind. For a moment, my cock was grateful for the reprieve, but it was to be short lived. A latex glove quickly encircled my penis. The sticky rubber clung to my cock, antagonizing it even as it pleasured it. Hands pulled at me, and I opened my legs a little and stuck my bare ass up. The fingers disappeared a moment from my cock, then returned, gloved but smooth with oil. I smiled to myself. This was more like it. Caress-stroke went the oil fingers, and my cock, while still a little sensitive, was mostly feeling pleasure.
Stroke-caress, stroke-caress went the oil fingers, and I moaned my approval.
Yeah baby, I said, shifting to provide better access.
I was licking my lips with delight when suddenly I heard a loud noise, Crack!, and my ass was afire.
Ow, I cried.
Crack! A latex gloved hand struck my bare ass cheek again. I tried to get away, but the hand stroking my penis held me fast, delighting my cock while...
Crack! the hand went again.
Ow!, I cried again, then moaned as the oil glove palmed my cock head. Hands held me tight. I moaned in appreciation to the hand making love to my cock, then whined, Hey!, as my ass was swatted.
I think she must want to draw attention to herself, perhaps wake someone up, the deep voice intoned, then I was again handjobbed and spanked.
I bit my lip this time, resolved not to try cry or moan, chirping a little from pleasure then pain, unable to help myself.
The hand ceased on my cock, holding it loosely on the base, and a flurry of spankings followed, to one cheek and then other, then back. Ass cheeks burning and jiggling, tears in my eyes, I whispered, okay - please stop, I won't complain, I promise.
Will you obey? the deep voiced asked, then, smack!
Yes, I tried not to mewl, and tensed as my burning ass received another, smack!
Immediately? the deep voice inquired.
God, yes, I gasped, tensing in preparation for the next swat, ass cheeks glowing.
The swat did not come.
Instead, the hand on my penis begin to slide and caress and stroke me.
Oooh, I replied, grateful, then bit my lip as a felt an unexpected smack against my ass, followed by a grunted order, Come.
I scrambled off the chair and scampered down the hallway, following one trench-coat ski mask and trailed by the other. A door opened, and I was pulled inside. The men half carried me, half ushered me out onto the balcony to face the night. Cool air caressed my naked body as they placed my hands on the rail, using their hands to live and spread my feet just wider than shoulder length, then pulled back on my hips to give my ass an up-back thrust.
One hand oiled and fingered a nipple while another hand pulled and pushed on my cock. I stood nervously and proudly nude, surveying the night before me and below. Another hand began caressing the other nipple, and I leaned my head back and closed my eyes and licked my lips.
Without warning, my eyes shot open and bulged with surprise as a latex finger slid into my anus.
No, I cried.
Nice pussy, the deep voice told me, fuck my finger. Now!
Oh God, I said to no one, not sure what was happening. I never liked having my prostate checked by the doctor. I'd tried shoving some things up my ass to see how it felt, but I never got very far. Yet, now I was shaking, lust everywhere, fingers all over me and in me, driving me wild - my tits, my cock, my ass!
Oh Jesus, I said again, and whimpered, leaning back awkwardly into the finger up my ass.
That's it baby-cakes, deep voice said, give me that pussy.
Oh God, I said to the fingers that were caressing, then pinching, caressing, then pinching, my nipples...
What was happening...?
The hand pushing and pulling my cock picked up tempo, and the finger in my ass found my prostate.
I was transported away, somewhere else, sensual ecstasy gripping me, teasing me, delighting me, enveloping me.
Oh God oh God oh God, I earnestly told the night before me as the finger worked in my anus and the palm pumped my cock while fingers squeezed my tits.
You like, honey-pie? Deep voice asked.
My ass squeezed tight as my love juice began to squirt, latex hands showing my cock and anus no mercy. I bucked and squeezed the rail, then arched my back and held up my head, thrusting my belly forward, gasping, aflame.
Oh Jesus oh Jesus oh Jesus. Somehow, I was dimly aware of slippery cum as fingers forced its last drops from my glowing, tantalized, trembling body.
I licked my lips, sighing, and sank slowly to my knees, then slumped against the rail. The hand left my penis as the other took leave of my anus.
I think she liked it, the deep voice pronounced.
Oh my god, I replied, face against the cool metal rail.
End of Ed Chapter 9
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