Poker night to remember part3

"Tell us what you need, baby,” he says, his hand slipping along my slick pussy lips, rubbing and teasing me.

"Oh god…” I'm moaning now. "Please."

"Please what? Tell us?"

"I need..."

He stays silent, waiting. I know he won't go any further till I say it, making me wait to cum till I say it out loud.

"I need to cum baby please. I need to get fucked,” I finally gasp out.

"By who?"

"All of you."

DJ grins, motions for David to get between my legs, then moves around to the side of the table, close to where my face is turned, and pushes his cock into my mouth.

David lines up behind me, his cock pushing at my wet pussy hole, and I hear DJ say, "She likes a good spanking."

And just as he pushes into me, DJ leans over and smacks my ass.

I groan around his cock, so close to cumming now.

"Don't," he says. "Wait till I tell you."

He knows I love when he tells me what to do, bossing me around like this just when I’m on the verge of orgasm.

David is fucking harder now, pumping into me, his cock straining.

"Tell him how much you love his cock in you," DJ says.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, fuck, I love your cock in me, fuck, fuck fuck me fuck me fuck me."

DJ smacks my ass again, and over the noise of it, I hear him telling David to "fuck my little slut harder, fuck her harder" and he does, ramming into me hard, his balls bouncing against me, until suddenly he cums, holding himself deep inside me.

"You ready for more, baby? Ready for another cock?”

When I nod yes, yes, yes, he turns and says, “Jordan? Your turn, buddy.”

Jordan's been stroking his cock this whole time, and he looks like he might cum just by touching himself before he ever gets inside me, but he moves around behind me and runs his fingers along my wet fucked pussy, pushing his fingers in, then pulling them out and running them all along my pussy to my asshole.

I squirm under the feeling of it, moan a little, and push back.

"Please," I say.

"She wants you to fuck her ass," says DJ.

Jordan stares.

"Fuck," he says. "I've never... fuck. Fuck me."

DJ leans over, licks my ass, pushes his tongue into me a little, making me wet, using his fingers to pull the wetness from my pussy up to my tight asshole.

"Go for it," he says. "She loves it. Like a good slut."

He’s never called me a slut before, never spoken about me like this. But I love it. I am being a slut, and I don’t feel bad at all – I feel incredible, filled, fucked, desperate for more and more and more. I moan, push back again, and feel suddenly the head of Jordan’s cock at my ass.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, please," I say, incapable of saying anything more.

He pushes his hard cock into me, and I feel my ass stretching to accommodate him, loving the feel of it. I realize suddenly that John, now recovered from cumming in my mouth, has gotten under the table, between my legs, and is licking around my clit with his warm tongue.

Jordan fucks my ass slowly, at first, but within a few strokes, he can't control himself and he starts moving faster, harder.

I look up at DJ, the strain of my near-orgasm showing on my face, my body bucking under the licking and ass-fucking.

He leans down, kisses me, his tongue licking into my mouth, tasting the cum still there from earlier.

He whispers, “Don't cum. Wait for me. Do not cum.”

I stare at him, needing, mouth open, my whole body bouncing with each hard thrust into me.

In another thirty seconds, I feel Jordan's knees buckle and he unloads into me, his upper body coming down over me as he cums hard, whispering “fuck, christ, fuck, god, fuck fuck,” as he does, aftershocks working through his whole body. Every few seconds his hips push again, deeper into me, for another full minute at least.

As he slowly finishes, John comes around to the end of the table now.

"Jesus christ, I know I already came in her mouth but, fuck, I need to fuck her properly," he says. He's hard again already, and as soon as Jordan pulls out of my ass, John takes his place, putting his hands on either side of my pussy lips to spread me wide, before pushing his cock in.

He buries himself deep, all the way, then stays there a moment. David – still under the table between my thighs - begins his licking again, and John puts his hands to my hips, letting go every few seconds to smack hard over my ass.

"Fuck,” he shouts. “Fuck, your fucking cunt feels so fucking good."

I look up at DJ and can tell he’s loving watching this as much as I’m loving doing it and I know he’s aching for his turn.

"Baby, tell us what a slut you are,” he says, eyes locked with mine.

"I am, fuck, I love it, I love it, I love it, fuck, fuck!"

Hearing me say it, John goes over the edge, thrusting hard and cumming, hands gripping me tightly.

DJ moves over to the couch, and sits down, his cock hard as a rock and standing straight up. When John slides out of me, DJ beckons me over.

I get up, aching, having still not cum, and walk towards him.

"I think you said you wanted to suck my cock, and then ride me till you came, didn't you?"

I smile, in a total fuck-daze.

"Yes."

I kneel, and start lazily sucking his cock. He takes my hair up into his hands, holding it like a ponytail so he can watch as I lick and suck him. I move my mouth down to his balls, and he spreads his legs to give me room. I lick all over, teasing him, knowing he’s been watching me the last half hour and is ready to cum.

"Get on top of me, baby," he says, voice deep and raspy, and I crawl up, straddling over him, my knees on the couch outside his closed thigh. I reach down between us, hold his cock up to my pussy and rub it back and forth a little, wetting his tip against me.

I know he wants me to sink down onto him, to feel my well-fucked pussy slide down around his cock, but I tease a little, knowing how much I can get away with, knowing that he enjoys this power reversal – having told me what to do, called me a slut, instructed me to open my mouth or not to cum yet.

Now it’s me who controls him.

I keep on, rubbing my pussy back and forth on his hard cock, smiling at him as I do so, until at last he puts his hands on my hips and pulls down hard, thrusting his own hips up at the same time.

"Mine," he grunts. "Mine. Mine. Mine."

On each thrust: Mine.

I'm using my thighs to push me up and down on him, my body coming down with a smack to meet his thrusts.

"Yes, yes, yes, yours, yes, yes."

He wraps his arms around me, grasping my shoulders, locking me into place, holding me down.

I realize the other three have come over to us now, hands cup my breasts, pinch at my nipples, fingers slide into my ass again form behind. I know DJ can feel the fingers stroking inside me as his cock fucks my pussy, and I squeeze tightly, making the space inside me even more snug, milking him.

"I need to cum, baby please, please,” I say.

"Wait, wait, wait for me,” he gasps.

He’s fucking into me harder and harder, hips thrusting with all his strength, hands pulling me down hard.

I take it, and take it, holding at the edge of my orgasm, just letting him pump and pump into me until finally he puts his hands on either side of my head and pull my face to his, kissing me hard as he keeps fucking me, until finally he says, "cum now, cum NOW."

He shouts, moans, groans, his lips still against mine, his breath in my mouth as he cums hard, my orgasm riding through me so my whole body shakes, my pussy tightens around him, my hands grab at his upper arms, my breath just one long, exhausted "fuck".

"You're amazing," he says.

"So are you," I reply.