Listening to Jack
Part 20
Emily felt like a fairy tale princess as she rode up the private elevator, all the way up to the exclusive penthouse suite of the Ravenwood Hotel & Casino. One of the most upscale and posh casinos and luxury hotels on the Las Vegas strip, the Ravenwood was where movie stars and rock bands and gorgeous supermodels and all sorts of rich, famous, powerful people supposedly went when they really wanted to party. Not that Emily really knew all that much about it—anything she’d ever heard about the Ravenwood really amounted to what she’d read in the trashy tabloids and Internet gossip sites that she loved so much. And she supposed that a lot of what she read was more urban legend than reality, a few tidbits of truth here and there that was slathered in a thick coat of bullshit.
Regardless of what might really be true, though, the Ravenwood was also never the sort of place that Emily ever imagined that she would go herself, not in a million years. And yet, here she was. Like one of her most naughty fantasies come true … to party like a rock star. Or a rock star’s groupie, more likely.
It was one of the many reasons Emily so, so loved her sexy brother Jack so much.
Jack was so good at making of Emily’s filthiest dreams come true …
Emily let out a soft, wistful sigh as she thought of her sexy brother. She missed Jack so, so much—and not just because he’d sent her to Vegas without him. She hadn’t been with Jack—at least, not in the deliciously perverted, depraved way that she wanted to be with her twin brother—since she’d personally delivered his missing headphones back to him a few days earlier. That had been more than a little depressing to Emily, who thought she would be getting some sort of extra special—and extra sexy—time alone with him, as a reward for returning the headphones, and for helping him out so much.
But that hadn’t happened at all.
Instead, Emily had essentially found herself being Jack’s personal assistant for a few days, at least whenever she was home from school or cheerleading practice. Granted, she was a personal assistant who happened to either follow Jack around the house wearing slutty lingerie or nothing at all, but the stuff that Jack was having her do … well, it was all so fucking boring. He barely even looked at her, let alone touch her or fuck her, and the few times she pressed her tits up against him and rubbed her crotch against his hip, or tried getting him to slide his hand between her legs, he’d just sigh wearily and push her away … and tell her to keep focused on what was important.
Which might’ve been fine … except Emily didn’t know what was important. Apart from fucking Jack, anyway, and the time that she did get to spend with him, she didn’t get to do that. Instead, there were mind-numbing hours down in the basement, watching endlessly boring patterns of lights, writing down numbers and patterns of colors and all sorts of strange things that Jack would call out as the lights blinked over and over again. Strangely, at least to Emily, her mind had never wandered, as her attention remained raptly focused on what Jack wanted, no matter how dull it got … and none of it was anything that Emily even remotely understood.
As far as the poor confused teenage girl could tell, the only thing that was good about it was that Jack had given Emily a new set of headphones to wear, one with bright, tiny fluorescent orange lights. Gone were the pinks and purples and reds and yellows that had changed her life in so many ways, but it was all for the better. At least that’s what Jack had told her. She felt like one other color of the lights she’d grown accustomed to wasn’t quite going away, but
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she couldn’t remember what it was,
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or why it would even matter, so
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she decided not to tell her brother. Besides, it wasn’t like it was important or anything.
“Version five,” Jack had said to her, as he stood behind Emily, idly pulling her long blonde hair back into a ponytail so he could stick the new softly-glowing devices into her ears. “On to bigger and better things, sis … much better. And you’re the first. You’ll always be my first, from now on. Do you like that?”
“Of course,” Emily replied, nodding her head eagerly. “You’re always so good to me, Jack!”
“I know,” Jack had said amiably. “And when this stage of conditioning is completed … well, you’ll see. I know I’m making you wait. But good things come to good sluts who wait, right?”
“Yeah,” Emily breathed excitedly. She’d felt a sticky warmth start to pulse naughtily between her legs as her sexy brother spoke … and as she felt his warm breath tease the back of her neck. “I’m a good slut, right, Jack? I’m a really good little slut.”
“We’ll see,” Jack replied. There was almost a casual indifference in his voice. “But if you are …” His hands dropped down from the new headphones in her ears, his fingers tracing their way down along her cheeks and her jawline, making their way down to the spectacular swells of her huge, firm tits. He’d pinched her hard nipples, making her moan softly … and then he’d then kissed her gently on the top of the head, which made her knees buckle weakly. That alone was almost enough to make her cum in a beautifully filthy orgasm right then and there. “Well, like I said, you’ll see. You’ll understand. Trust me. And besides …”
“What?” Emily asked. “Please, Jack, please … what?” Her voice quavered with excitement, and she widened her stance as she stood in front of her amazing brother, her ankles moving apart invitingly for him as she felt his dick stirring against her bare hip, teasing her with wicked delight through the thin fabric of his khaki pants. Jack always wore black polo shirts and khakis when he was working—unlike Emily, who was only wearing a pair of shiny black stiletto heels and white knee-high stockings, and not a stitch of clothing otherwise—but Emily thought that maybe the sight of her pretty pussy might be able to get him to ditch his clothes for a while. All she could think about was her brother’s hard cock inside her again, and how incredible it made her feel, and how she couldn’t get enough of it, not ever …
“All right,” Jack said. “Remember the little trip to Vegas I told you about? This week, remember? It’ll be fun. You’ll get to miss some school, which is fine, because school is stupid. Right?”
Orange lights flashed in front of Emily’s big blue eyes as she nodded happily.
“It’ll be like a little vacation. You’ll meet some, um, friends of mine, you’ll have a lot of fun—a lot, Em, I promise, trust me—but I need to know that you’ll also do something very, very important for me. A couple of things, actually. Understand?”
More orange lights. Emily had nodded again, even as she’d shamelessly started grinding her pert bottom against her brother’s rapidly-stiffening dick. “Uh-huh,” she’d murmured. “I understand.”
“Good,” Jack had answered … and then he’d made her groan in utter disappointment, as he stepped away from her and sat back down at his computer terminal. “Because I need to make sure those things are done exactly the way I want, because I’m not going on this vacation with you. I can’t. I have other important things to do. Understand?”
“Yeah,” Emily said glumly. “I guess.” She’d looked over wistfully at Jack, who wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to her anymore, his eyes fixed intently instead on a scrolling series of numbers on his computer screen. With a sigh, Emily had knelt down next to her brother, and starting writing down more notes that she didn’t understand for him, even as her pussy burned and ached with unfulfilled desire.
Despite her agonizing frustration, though, Emily supposed that she did understand Jack’s focus on his work—after all, Jack did have a lot of new girls who needed little tweaks and slight modifications on their various conditioning processes, and who needed upgrades to their special headphones. It seemed like every single night after Emily had found the headphones, another new cheerleader came over to her house for a “sleepover” … although Emily knew that whoever Jack spent the night with never got to actually sleep. And each following morning that week, Emily had watched from her seat at the kitchen table as the latest girl would invariably stumble up the stairs from the basement, completely naked and sweaty, hair disheveled and makeup messily smeared everywhere, a dazed, wild-eyed expression of utter shock and lewd bliss plastered across each girl’s face.
And every morning, Emily would give each girl a knowing look and a smile, and hand them a fresh cup of coffee. And after coffee, Emily would give each girl a new set of properly-calibrated headphones to wear to school, before helping them get dressed in a new sexy outfit that had been personally selected for them by Jack … and then she took them to school with her, and watched their world change forever. Just like her world had changed.
And they were all so, so lucky.
Just like Emily.
Still, Emily had found herself wishing—wishing constantly—that she could be with Jack. Alone. And have him all to herself. But with each day that passed, she hadn’t gotten her wish, which left her feeling unbelievably depressed … and even more unbelievably horny. About the only silver lining that Emily could find in the days leading up to her trip came two days before she needed to leave for Vegas. She’d come home late that night—cheerleading practice, though meaningless, had inexplicably run late, and she’d needed to pick up a few things from the Pleasure Treasure for her trip—and while Emily had secretly been hoping to finally fuck her brother Jack when she finally got home, she’d been exhausted enough to just be wishing for a good, long night’s sleep if that couldn’t happen.
But—to Emily’s utter dismay—neither happened.
“Oooohhh … OOOOOHHHHH!!!” a voice squealed in shameless ecstasy as Emily opened the door. With a dejected sigh, Emily quickly stripped off all of her clothes, just like a good slut … and then she raised an eyebrow in mild surprise as she headed further into the house. The fact that her own mother was naked on all fours in the middle of the living room, and being fucked by both her brothers at the same time like a dirty slut … that, in and of itself, wasn’t particularly surprising to Emily.
However, the sight of Jack being the one to fuck their mother doggystyle—handsome, sweet, sexy Jack—while Todd enjoyed the depraved oral talents of their mother’s mouth … well, that was definitely new.
“I … ooohhh!!! … I f-f-finally did it, sweetie!” Chelsea gushed happily, taking Todd’s big, wet prick out of her mouth as she saw her daughter walk into the living room. Tears of joy practically welled in her eyes as she smiled blissfully at her teenage daughter, her heavy tits bouncing around wildly as her older son fucked her nice and hard from behind. “I … OOOHHH!!! FUCK!!! YES!!! HARDER, JACK, HARDER!!! … I f-finally c-can suck cock as good as you can, Emily … oh shit, I mmmnnnfffGGGGKKKK!!!”
“Whatever, Mom … mmmmm,” Todd muttered, as he impatiently guided his horny mother’s excited face back to his own waiting cock, pushing her lips back over his shaft so she could resume sucking him off. “Your blowjobs are just as good now as they were before … they were always … mmmmm … always good, I don’t know why Jack said they weren’t … that’s right, Mommy, suck my balls … mmmm, yeah …” He ran his hands through his mother’s mane of auburn hair as her head bobbed dutifully up and down on his dick, a devilish gleam in his eyes as her mouth pleasured his glistening prick. “You’re such a nasty slut … just like that, yeah …”
“Th-thank … ssslllpp … thank you, angel,” Chelsea blubbered, her eyes wide and shining with utter adoration up at her youngest son, “I … I-I … OOOHHH!!! GOD, YES, FUCK ME, YESSSSGGMMMFFFKK!!!” She looked like she had more to say—a lot more—except Jack had started fucking her pussy even more frantically, even as Todd forced her mouth back to his shaft once more. Emily watched her brothers double-fuck their mother with burning envy, knowing full well that Jack’s urgent pistoning meant he was on the verge of cumming … and that the warm, sticky seed that Emily so, so desperately wanted to feel spilling inside her own tight teenage twat was about to spurt deep inside her mother’s cunt instead.
It’s not fair, Emily thought dully, even as she started to feel her face burn with dull rage. Jack said I was his favorite … why is he fucking Mom, instead of me?
“Ohmigod, Mom,” Jack hissed, “if I’d known your pussy felt … uunngghh!!! … so good, so fucking good, I … oh, yeah, Mom, yeaahhhh … I wouldn’t have waited for Todd to … to …” His eyes closed as his voice trailed off, a wide smile of depraved happiness spreading across his face as his thrusts into his mother’s cunt increased in speed, his hips jackhammering into her jiggling bottom with obvious delight. And Chelsea didn’t seem to mind in the least, her ass rolling around in slow, lewd circles as her darling son fucked her hard from behind, as though she was determined to let Jack’s big, beautiful cock explore as much of her welcoming pussy as she possibly could, letting him drive himself fully and deeply inside of her. She seemed on the brink of orgasming herself, and the loud, debauched sound of Jack’s dick wetly pummeling his mother’s pussy with such delicious, sloppy, squelching sounds …
… Emily was so fucking jealous.
Emily had lingered just a little bit longer, watching her sexy mom continue to be relentlessly double-fucked by her two brothers, secretly hoping that Jack would tell her to join in, or that’d he might take her up to his bedroom or down to the basement when he was finished with their mother, to give her the hard, nasty fucking she’d been craving for days. But after a few minutes—and after seeing her mother loudly shrieking in ecstasy as she came all over Jack’s big, beautiful, pistoning dick—the horny blonde teenager somehow knew that she wouldn’t be getting a turn to fuck her sexy brother.
Not tonight.
So sadly, Emily went upstairs, and didn’t sleep a wink, listening instead for a long time to the beautifully perverse grunts and groans and shrieks of perverse ecstasy that just seemed to grow louder and louder for what seemed like hours before the house finally fell into silence. And the entire time, Emily’s small palms rested flat and still on her trembling thighs, not moving at all, even as she desperately wanted to finger herself until her own aching, neglected pussy exploded in a gloriously filthy orgasm. She wanted badly to play with herself … except she couldn’t.
Jack had told her she couldn’t play with herself. Not. At. All. She wasn’t allowed to, not until he told her otherwise. She didn’t remember when
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but she knew that there were orange flashing when he did. She couldn’t stick her fingers or anything else inside her pussy, she couldn’t even tweak or pinch her nipples, or play with her big, voluptuous tits, or even suck on her fingers and pretend they were Jack’s cock … nothing. It was like the other day, when she thought she was in trouble for losing Donna’s headphones, when she wanted to touch herself but couldn’t, except a thousand times worse, it seemed. So as much as it felt like her sweet, slutty cunt was on fire, and as badly as she wanted to play with herself until she came over and over again …
… she didn’t. She couldn’t. She wasn’t allowed.
And with every passing moment that Jack didn’t tell her otherwise, Emily’s pussy throbbed even more with unfulfilled yearning, all too ready and desperate to explode.
It was absolute agony.
And so, the next day, Emily had sullenly put on the clothes that Jack wanted her to wear—fire-engine red pump stiletto heels, with her fingernails painted to match, along with a white pair of barely-there booty short that barely contained her supple asscheeks, along with a black crop-top t-shirt without a bra that did an even worse job of containing her huge, lusciously round breasts—and headed to school. Better than nothing, she’d thought angrily, as dozens of heads swiveled to gawk at her while she strutted to her locker, at least they’re paying attention to me … Jack barely even looks at me lately … She’d given a flirtatious wink to a pimple-faced freshman boy, whose eyes practically fell out of his skull … and fought the urge to lift up her skirt and show him and the rest of the school that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
There were still limits to what Emily could do in school, after all.
For the moment.
Besides, Emily wasn’t the only one turning heads at Patriot High anymore. If just Emily had been getting a lot of attention, back when Jack had started telling her to dress sexy in school … well, when the entire cheerleading squad of Patriot High had started dressing the exact same way, the students and the faculty practically lost their collective minds—some in a good way, some not. Most of the male students in the school were clearly enjoying seeing some of the hottest girls in school wearing skimpy, trashy outfits that better befit a strip club than a school … and even some of the female students thought it was pretty awesome as well. In fact, a whole bunch of girls who hadn’t been given headphones by Jack—not yet, anyway, thought Emily, as she looked over several of them, taking mental notes of which ones might please her sexy twin—well, they’d started dressing just like the cheerleaders, which made even more people start to lose their minds as well. There was talk of some sort of parents’ meeting, and having a school board referendum …
Whatever, Emily had thought. Emily didn’t worry too much about it. She guessed it would just be another silly, stupid little kerfuffle, just like when Principal Jenkins had tried to get rid of all the soda vending machines two years ago. Some students got really mad, some teachers and parents got even madder, there was a dumb meeting in the gymnasium, lots of people yelled at each other, and then nothing really happened. The soda machines stayed, and that was the end of it. Emily was absolutely certain that the grumblings about all the girl’s outfits would be just about the same thing, a whole lot of hot air and shouting about nothing, and after a couple of days the whole thing would blow over, and she and her friends could keep dressing sexy for her amazing brother Jack. No big deal. Everyone would understand.
And if they didn’t understand … well, Emily was quite sure that Jack would make everyone understand.
Jack was good at making people understand what he wanted.
Jack certainly was good at making Principal Jenkins understand what he wanted, at any rate. When Emily had gone into his office—along with her fellow cheerleaders Samantha, Donna, and Dawn—he certainly hadn’t made any silly comments about the skimpy, slutty outfits they were all wearing. Not at all. If anything, the portly older man’s face had turned beet red and he’d stammered something about what pretty young ladies they all were. He’d frowned when he’d seen the note that Emily had given to him, a note from Mrs. Winter, politely requesting that the four teenage girls be fully excused for the day for “altruistic reasons of goodwill related to the well-being of the cheerleading squad”. His mouth had opened, his brow furrowing in concern as he started to speak … and then the little globe on his desk had opened like a flower in bloom, bathing the principal’s office in soothing beams of pink and purple light.
“Well, I suppose that would be acceptable,” Principal Jenkins said hesitantly, as he reached for the excused absence forms in his desk. “Especially if it, uh, helps the, uh, cheerleading squad, and, um, the school, for altru, uh, altruistic …” His voice trailed away as he began madly scribbling his signature on the forms, thrusting them towards Emily as his face turned interesting shades of bright purple, desperately trying not to look at Donna and Dawn as they shamelessly began making out with each other. Emily had tried hard not to smile as she took the completed permission slips out of Principal Jenkins’ hand, even though she’d failed miserably. Considering that Donna had been a kind of an awkward virgin just a little over a week ago, before Jack had started conditioning her and taking her cherry, it was still kind of amazing for Emily to see how her best friend had completely transformed into such a totally randy nympho slut. If Donna wasn’t busy bouncing up and down on Jack’s huge prick, her flushed, eager face was either buried between one of the other cheerleaders’ thighs eating pussy, or she was grinding her own tight little snatch into another cheerleader’s face, or letting it get fucked nice and hard by a strap-on. Donna was turning into quite the insatiable sex-starved skank …
… and Emily couldn’t be prouder.
“Thank you,” Emily had said sweetly to Principal Jenkins, as she’d plucked the permission slips, signed and official, out of his sweaty, shaking hand. “We’ll be sure to represent Patriot High with nothing but the utmost dignity and respect.”
The permission slips, of course, meant that Emily wasn’t the only one taking a little vacation from school. Samantha was heading up to Seattle—guess she did something to piss off Jack, Emily had thought with a smirk, when she’d heard that particular little tidbit of news, who the fuck would want to go to a rainy, dull place like that?—while Donna and Dawn were going together down to San Diego. Down on each other is more like it, Emily had thought, again with her smirk growing bigger … and when Jack had said to the rest of the girls that Emily was going to Vegas, the collective groan of jealousy from the other girls sent a small chill of excitement down her spine.
Jack wasn’t kidding, Emily had thought happily, maybe I really am his favorite … maybe he’ll fuck me before I go on my trip …
But Jack hadn’t, much to Emily’s dismay. However, Jack had been nice enough to give Emily a little present before she headed off on her big adventure, albeit not the twelve inches of present dangling between his legs that she’d been hoping for. A brand new pair of tiny chrome headphones stayed nestled in her ears—version six, Jack had said, only the best for my sexy sister—during her entire limo ride to the Center City airport, and through the entire flight from Center City to Las Vegas, and even on the quick ride from the Vegas airport to the Ravenwood, And all during her journey, she listened attentively to the tuneless buzzing that came out of the little devices’ earbuds, even as their little orange lights twinkled softly.
And as Emily strode boldly through the lobby of the Ravenwood towards the penthouse elevators, she made sure that another special gift from Jack dangled in plain view on her slender wrist, a slim silver bracelet encrusted with tiny little emeralds. However, every few seconds, a few of the emeralds glowed brilliantly, in a not-so-natural way—and when they did, Emily could actually feel the bracelet tingling on her wrist, like some sort of electrical current was running through it. And while she didn’t have the slightest idea of what the bracelet actually did, Emily did have a vague understanding that whatever it was, it was extremely important to Jack … and whether or not it actually worked the way that it was supposed to work was just as important as the rest of her little sojourn to the Ravenwood, if not more so.
And as Emily made her way to the express elevator … she was vaguely aware of the fact that nobody was really paying attention to her. This, under ordinary circumstances, might’ve been understandable. But under ordinary circumstances, Emily probably would’ve just been wearing a plain blouse and jeans, with maybe her varsity cheerleading jacket and a pair of white tennis sneakers, and maybe just a touch of makeup with her blonde hair pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail. She would’ve been just an extremely pretty—but ordinary—teenage girl.
But on this particular day, Emily’s long blonde hair was piled up on her head in a French braid, with large golden hoop earrings hanging from her ears. She wore a black trench coat, cinched at the waist with a wide leather belt, her magnificently huge breasts threatening to burst out of the coat at any second, and her black platform heels clacked along the marble floor of the lobby as she headed towards the elevator. Occasionally, her lean legs peeked out of the swishing flared hem of the long trench coat, showing the fishnet stockings that she wore … and the big, naughty grin on Emily’s face made it fairly evident that she wasn’t She wore a hint of blue eyeshadow, her lips colored ruby red with cheap lipstick that perfectly matched her ruby red fingernail polish, and her cheeks were bright pink with rouge …
… in other words, Emily looked pretty much like an incredibly slutty, teenaged jailbait hooker.
And not a single soul in the lobby seemed to even notice her, let alone even care.
Emily’s lower lip thrust outwards as she reached the elevators, pouting in disappointment. It’s not fair, she thought bitterly, as her thumb pressed the EXPRESS PENTHOUSE button next to the elevator doors. I look so pretty … I want everyone to look at me. She’d kind of gotten used to it at school—the shamelessly lustful stares from guys her own age, and the depraved, lascivious looks she got from some of her older male teachers as well. She’d come to expect the sensation of their eyes wandering all over her skimpily-clad body, especially when they lingered on her massive tits, or between her legs, probably dreaming of what it’d be like to fuck her …
… and imagining just what all those dirty thoughts about her might be constantly made Emily utterly drenched with desire. She couldn’t help it anymore—she didn’t just think about Jack fucking her constantly, she’d started thinking about everyone fucking her. Anyone. She wanted Jack the most, of course, more than anything in the whole wide world, but for some reason, during her whole trip, she’d found herself thinking about nothing but cock. Big cocks, thick cocks, black and white, all of them nice and hard, all of them thrusting inside her pussy, or her ass, or in her mouth, or sliding between her huge, spectacular tits … all of them spurting hot, delicious cum all over her, or inside of her. Especially inside of her. And while she wanted Jack most of all … she supposed it was okay to think about other boys’ cocks. And fucking them.
As she waited for the elevator to come down to the lobby, Emily noticed, though, that a few of the men had noticed her. She could feel their eyes start to wander curiously in her direction …. but their eyes always turned away—without fail—whenever her bracelet pulsed and blinked. It was kind of weird, like she was turning invisible to them, except that she knew they could still see her. It was more like they suddenly didn’t care that she was there—whatever else they’d been doing before they’d noticed her suddenly became incredibly interesting to them again, and they immediately forgot about her.
A bell softly rang, startling Emily out of her musings. Absently, the beautiful blonde teenage girl took her blinking headphones off, tucking them into her small black leather handbag … and as the elevator doors silently slid open, she slipped the bracelet into the handbag as well. The corridor leading to just a single set of double doors was short—a DO NOT DISTURB sign hung from one of the doors’ shiny brass handles. She knocked timidly on the door.
No answer.
She knocked again—more forcefully—and then pressed the buzzer outside the doors.
Again, no answer.
Uncertainly, Emily tried one of the door handles. To her surprise, it turned, and the door swung inwards. She quickly entered the door, absently
What Emily saw wasn’t quite what she was expecting.
Although, to be fair … Emily hadn’t quite known what to expect.
Beyond the doors lay a magnificent, sprawling room, like something straight out of a Hollywood Mansion … probably the Playboy Mansion, Emily thought, nodding in approval as she sauntered into the room. The floor was tiled white marble, immaculately shiny and clean, with Roman pillars reaching high towards ornately decorated arched ceilings. The furniture was all chrome and glass and also immaculately white and pristine, with modern art paintings hung sparsely but tastefully along the walls. At the far end of the room, Emily could see a doorway that led to some sort of master bedroom—she couldn’t see everything inside of it, but she could see some kind of shag rug lying carelessly at the foot of an enormous four-poster bed, one that could comfortably have eight or nine people sleeping in it, easy … or maybe doing other things. Emily wasn’t entirely sure, but it looked like there were lots of mirrors on the bedroom walls, and maybe on the ceiling as well.
Emily thought she was starting to understand what Jack meant when he’d said that Vegas would be fun.
Sitting on one of the white couches were four young men, all of them blonde, looking like they were somewhere between the ages of fifteen and seventeen, roughly around her and Jack’s age. The younger looking of the two teenagers were busy playing some sort of video game, one involving guns and carjackings and other incredibly loud criminal activities. The game flashed and blared loudly blaring on an enormous flatscreen television hanging from the wall above a marble fireplace, where a holographic fire burned without heat. The older of the two teenagers sat slumped in a pair of oversized stuffed leather chairs, their thumbs busily tapping away at smartphones instead of game controllers.
There was a large candy bowl on a small glass end table next to the plush white couch, filled to the brim with tiny blue pills. It took Emily a moment to realize that the pills weren’t candy, but intended instead for other sorts of pleasurable things. Next to the bowl was an enormous clear bottle of baby oil, along with some other perverted toys that Emily had only recently become familiar with.
“Ummm … hi?” Emily said shyly to the teenage boys. She gave them an awkward wave, not knowing what else to really do. “I’m, uh, supposed to be here, I think … my brother told me to come here? His name’s Jack …”
The game controllers clattered loudly on the floor as the two teenaged boys playing video games stood bolt upright, whirling around to face her with surprised and embarrassed expressions on their faces. One of the older boys also hurriedly stood up, quickly running his hands through his hair and wiping crumbs off his shirt. Only the last boy, presumably the oldest, didn’t seem all that surprised by her presence. He got up slowly and calmly, and gave her a pleasant smile before starting to walk towards her.
But he didn’t say anything. Neither did his friends.
“My name’s Emily, by the way,” Emily continued. “Am I in the right place? Jack told me the penthouse …”
Still no answer. Not yet. Emily’s eyes wandered between the boys, trying to figure things out. Of the four blonde teenagers, only one of them—the tallest boy, with the short spiky hair and the wire rim glasses—seemed to be wearing clothes that actually fit him well. He wore a navy blue sports coat over a white collared shirt, along with black dress pants and shiny new black shoes, with a thin black tie tied awkwardly around his shirt collar completing the outfit. The others wore simple but nice white polo shirts and khaki shorts, along with white sneakers … however, those outfits all seemed a trifle too big for the teenage boys wearing them, as if they’d all suddenly lost a lot of weight and hadn’t had time to purchase better-fitting clothes. Emily even noticed that the shorts on the one with the long ponytail were held up with a length of black cord, rather than a proper belt, as if all his regular belts had run out of notch holes and were simply too huge to be worn anymore.
“Guten Abend, mein schönes Fräulein,” said the blond teenager with the glasses, as he finally made his way over to Emily. He casually straightened his tie, and to smooth the wrinkles from his sport jacket before gesturing to his friends. “I’m Tobias. And these are my good friends … Fritz, Dieter, and Otto.”
“Oh,” Emily said. She giggled nervously, not really knowing what else to say. “It’s, uh, nice to meet you.” She held out her hand to Tobias, thinking that maybe a handshake was in order. The boys were Jack’s friends, too, after all, or so Emily supposed. Instead, however, Tobias demurely took her hand and kissed it gently, which excited her to no end … and to her surprise, made her pussy tingle with wanton lust as well. She didn’t really think that anyone but her brother Jack could ever make her feel that way, but
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she found herself curiously attracted—at least a little bit—to Tobias as well.
“Believe me,” Tobias said softly, “the pleasure is—or will be—all ours, my dear.” Briskly, he took a step back from Emily, giving her a long, admiring look before rubbing his hands together. “Lots of pleasure, lots of fun. That, I promise you. But first, on to—“
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“Business,” Emily snapped suddenly, interrupting Tobias. “Yes, business first. But not what you’re thinking. The device—show it to me.” Her blue eyes glittered coldly as she gave Tobias and his friends a hard, narrow stare. “Now. Otherwise, whatever dreams you have of even seeing what’s under this coat, let alone playing with it …”
Emily lazily ran her bright red fingertips along the front of her trench coat, letting them slide over the generous curves of her chest down to her hips.
“… you can kiss those dreams goodbye, gentlemen,” Emily finished. A distinctly hard edge had crept into her voice. She wasn’t sure where that edge was coming from, either. It was almost as if the words emerging from her mouth were coming from somewhere else. “Not until your end of the bargain is completed to satisfaction. I need assurances that your specifications meet my standards—my exacting standards—and if they don’t, I leave immediately, and you can go back to your silly little games, instead of the games I know you really want to play.”
An uncomfortable silence filled the penthouse suite.
Otto stared uncertainly at Emily, blinking rapidly as he drummed his fingers against his thighs, not saying anything. Fritz glanced down at the floor, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his trousers, looking for all the world like someone had just told him his dog had just died. Dieter looked equally dejected, and somewhat shocked, like someone had just smashed him in the back of his head with a snow shovel.
Tobias, though, didn’t look surprised or shocked at all. “But of course,” he replied amiably. “Fair is fair, after all.” He snapped his fingers absently. “Otto, the case. It’s in the black bag in the master bedroom. Fetch it.”
“All right,” Otto grumbled. He glared angrily at Tobias, then Emily. “You don’t have to order me around like that, though, I’m not your dog—”
“Fetch it,” Tobias repeated, and Otto dutifully slunk away, even as he still glared at the older boy.
“Yes,” Emily replied confidently, although inwardly she didn’t have the vaguest notion of what Tobias was talking about. Briefcase? she thought, feeling slightly confused. I don’t even know how I know that he’s supposed to have a briefcase, but I do … and that it’s supposed to be aluminum, and the padlock code is 5150 … Sure enough, the briefcase that Otto brought back from the bedroom was indeed made of bright, gleaming metal. Wordlessly, Otto handed it to Tobias, who then handed it to Emily.
Absently, Emily reached inside the oversized trench coat that she was wearing, and plucked out a pair of thick glasses with black frames out of one of its inner pockets. She sat down on the couch where Otto and Fritz had been playing video games just a few moments earlier, and put the briefcase down in front of her on a glass-and-chrome table. She tapped a small silver button on the right temple of her glasses before sliding them onto her smiling, angelic face ... and then, abruptly, she sat down at the desk, her small fingers deftly flipping spinning the numbers of the locks and opening the catches on the metal briefcase before any of the astonished boys could utter a word.
“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Emily said, as she gazed down at the briefcase’s contents. She pressed the button on the temple of her glasses once more, nodding thoughtfully. “Triple-routed. An excellent idea. It’s something I would’ve done.”
“It’s not an obvious solution,” Tobias replied, “but the best one.” He folded his arms across his chest as he gazed down at Emily. “Difficult, but not impossible.” He gestured towards his friends. “It’s my design, but Dieter assisted with the troubleshooting, and Fritz and Otto helped with the construction.”
“Helped?” Fritz blurted out. “Without me, you wouldn’t even have—”
“These are gamma-encrypted, yes?” Emily said, interrupting Fritz as she calmly held up one hand. The bubbly cheerfulness in her voice had completely vanished, as she spoke instead in a cold, clipped monotone. “What coolant are you using for the device? And the neurotransmitter, what is the variable frequency range?”
“Diethyl benzene,” Tobias answered. “Optimum cooling temperatures are five degrees Centigrade, which is the preset for the system.” He tapped a finger against his cheek, an intrigued expression crossed his face as he answered Emily’s questions, but whatever he might’ve had remained unspoken. “As for the frequency range, it covers levels t1 through t12, using the variable oscillator that you provided to us. Transmission range—since I assume that to be your next question—is 25 kilometers, assuming maximum applied power of five terajoules. The system can handle that sort of power, correct?”
“If you did your job correctly, then yes,” Emily replied indifferently. “Kindly don’t question my—Jack’s—work again.” Carefully, she removed her glasses, placing them in one of the trench coat’s oversized pockets.
Three of the teenaged German boys stared at Emily even harder in disbelief. And once more, the only one who didn’t seem completely shocked by Emily’s words was Tobias, who nevertheless still stared long and hard at the nubile blonde teenage beauty … except his gaze was simply filled with sheer admiration.
That, and unashamed lust.
“Sie versteht die Technologie?” the one called Dieter murmured to Tobias. Emily noticed more than a hint of bewilderment in the ponytailed teenager’s face. “Wie ist das möglich?”
“Interessant,” Tobias replied softly, almost purring the word. He cocked his head, folding his arms across his chest, not looking nearly as concerned as his companions as he glanced back at Dieter. “Es scheint die Konditionierung macht sie zu weit mehr als nur einem schwanzhungrigen Luder. Denk daran wenn du sie später fickst.”
Emily ignored them. Whatever the silly German boys had to say was
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“Enough with the business, then,” Tobias said pleasantly. “Everything is to your satisfaction, yes? Then let us move on to more important things, like pleasure.”
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“You mean fun?” Emily replied brightly. She closed the briefcase stood up from the couch, carefully smoothing the flowing folds of her coat as she stood in front of the four teenaged boys. “Jack, um, told me that you like to have fun. So do I.” She found herself lewdly licking her lips, even as the other boys came over to her, all of them standing around her in a circle.
“Oh, we know that already,” Tobias said. “It’s one of many reasons we asked Jack to send you here today. Besides, we’re all quite the big fans, of your videos. We wanted to meet our favorite naughty girl, isn’t that right, my friends?”
The other three blonde teenage boys nodded approvingly.
A chill ran down Emily’s spine. To her surprise, it was a quite deliciously naughty sensation.
“You ... you s-saw me ... um, with my—with Jack?” Emily said nervously. “Like, actually, uh, fu—um, doing, um—”
“But of course, we see you fuck your brother, sexy girl,” Dieter interrupted, as a wolfish grin crossed his face. “Many, many times.” He rolled his eyes and gestured towards Tobias, even as Fritz and Otto snickered softly. “Tobias, he likes watching his toys play, before he plays with them himself. It is—how you say it?—the way he samples your merchandise.”
“We watch your brother Jack fuck many, many sexy girls, over the past many days,” Tobias said calmly. “Including you. His own sister, what a dirty pair of siblings you are, hmmm?” He carefully began removing his tie, his fingers fumbling with the knot at a relaxed, leisurely pace. “But of all the girls we see, you, Emily dear, become our no-contest favorite. Your lovely body, it’s the most gorgeous, and you are the most filthy fuck slut whore we ever watch. You are the depraved nasty and—kinky?—yes, kinky whore, who loves fucking and sucking the cock.”
“Umm ... thanks,” Emily murmured weakly. “I ... I think.” She knew that her brother Jack—but for some weird reason, she’d never given the idea that people were watching her fuck Jack a second thought. She suddenly realized that lots of people had seen her tawdry escapades with Jack on his bed in the basement—maybe her friends, maybe some of her classmates … and maybe hundreds of people around the world, maybe thousands, maybe more. All of them watching her suck her own brother’s big cock, or seeing him actually fuck her, her screaming his name and bouncing up and down merrily on Jack’s cock until he came, so many people watching as his dick pulsed and twitched inside of her snug little pussy and filled her with his cum …
Emily’s entire body trembled nervously. She clasped her shaking hands together, mostly so one of them wouldn’t wander down between her legs so she could finger herself in front of the four strange German boys. She wanted so badly to masturbate right then and there, to cum, again and again, except she knew
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“Now, to important things, like I say,” Tobias continued. He put a hand to his hear, rubbing it thoughtfully. To Emily’s surprise, she noticed that Tobias—and his three friends—were all wearing tiny chrome earbuds, the small devices firmly buried in their left ears. The little metal devices were very small, almost unnoticeable … sort of like her own headphones, but smaller. And definitely different. More like the ones Jack wore from time to time.
“You are dressed, then? As instructed?”
Emily nodded.
“Then show us,” Tobias continued. He gave an impatient twirl of his hand. “Now.”
Shyly, Emily shrugged off the trench coat, letting it fall in a crumpled heap around her black stiletto platform heels. She wore almost nothing beneath the coat—just a rhinestone studded cupless black bra, which put her massive, firm tits proudly on display, and thigh-high fishnet stockings. Apart from that, the slender blonde beauty was practically naked, her body shivering slightly as she felt cool air from the air conditioning vents blow across the bare, supple cheeks of her ass.
“You’re even more beautiful in person, my dear,” Tobias said approvingly. “Of all of Jack’s pretty girls, I can see our choice was indeed the best one.” He walked in a circle around Emily, his hands clasped behind his back, nodding in approval his eyes feasted upon the glorious sight of her body. Emily tried not to smile too much as … and she let out a little gasp of surprised pleasure as she felt him press up behind her, his hands lightly caressing her hips, his hot breath grazing her shoulder as she felt his erection rubbing up insistently between her firm, pert ass cheeks. A shudder of wicked delight ran down her spine as Tobias’ fingers began roaming over her body, wandering from her sides to her taut, trim abdomen … and then down to her bare, smooth slit, barely touching her, teasing her with delicious restraint.
“Th-thank you,” Emily whispered excitedly. “I’m glad y-you, you … mmmmmmm …” She felt her face growing hotter, her steaming cunt getting even wetter with need. Without even thinking about it, she shifted about slightly as she stood in front of Tobias, spreading her feet apart more, giving the teenage boy even better access to what she knew he wanted.
“Do you like it, when your brother fucks you?” Tobias murmured softly in her ear. “That’s quite … depraved, that’s the word, yes?” He gently rested his chin on her bare shoulder, one of his hands cupping one of her huge, perky tits, bouncing it around as his other hand traced its way up and down the entrance to her moist sex, his fingertips lightly parting her pussylips.
Emily nodded, her whole body quivering with depraved anticipation. “It’s the best,” she murmured. “When he sticks his dick inside me … ohmigod, nothing feels better than that!”
“I see,” Tobias replied. Gently, he slipped his middle finger into Emily’s steaming cunt, making her whimper and squirm with depraved joy. She thought she heard Otto groan as well, but wasn’t sure. Her face was growing flushed and hot, just like her pussy, so it was kind of hard for Emily to pay proper attention to anything anymore. “And do you like other … dicks, yes? Do you like it when other handsome boys stick their dicks deep inside you … in your pussy? Your mouth? Your beautiful, tight, ass?”
“Oh, yes,” Emily breathed, as Tobias began slowly but steadily pumping his finger in and out of her tight snatch. “I love being fucked by cocks … lots of cocks … ohhhhhh …”
Inwardly, that didn’t sound quite right to her. Emily had been daydreaming lately about just that very thing, of course, but it was one thing to dream about such naughty things—and another to do actually do them. Fucking her brother Jack all the time was totally okay, because he was Jack, after all, and he loved her so much, just like she loved him … and sucking her brother Todd’s dick sometimes was okay, too, if only because Jack thought it was okay.
But fucking someone like Tobias? A boy she didn’t even know, who she’d literally just met five minutes ago? That sounded like
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“Well, that’s wonderful to hear,” Tobias said, unable to contain the unabashed glee in his voice. “If that’s the case, then, I think we can find many things for you to love.” Slowly, he pulled his slick finger out of Emily’s drenched, throbbing pussy, making her squirm even more as he ran it up the crack of her ass, tracing it all the way up her spine … and then, he gently placed both of his hands on her slender shoulders, turning her around to face him.
Casually, Tobias pulled off his tie, throwing it down on the floor on top of Emily’s trench coat.
“Undress me, slut,” Tobias said simply.
Nodding eagerly, Emily did as she was told. In a flash, his jacket was off, and her small fingers fumbled excitedly with the buttons of his dress shirt, letting it fall away to join the rest of the rapidly-growing pile of clothes on the floor. And the shirt had barely joined the pile when Emily promptly dropped to her knees in front of Tobias, an eager, happy smile on her pretty face as she undid his belt and pulled down his trousers.
Tobias let out a surprised yelp as Emily’s small hand fished his prick out of his boxers. He had a nice body—thin and athletic, not as nice as Jack’s, but certainly handsome. And more important to Emily, his cock was nice and big—not quite as big as her brother Jack’s, skinny but long, and certainly enough to make the horny teenage girl’s mouth water. She gently ran one of her well-manicured fingernails up and down the length of his cock, tracing it from his uncut tip down to his scrotum, then back up again … and as he yelped again, she looked up and him and winked playfully, jerking his shaft in her hand before making his dick disappear into her hot, hungry mouth.
“Ahhh … ahhh!!! Yes, so good, so very, very good …” Tobias managed to hiss. He stared down at Emily, almost in disbelief, finally putting his hands on her bare, slender shoulders as she sucked him before managing to look up at his friends. “Willkommen, meine Freunde! Heute Nacht wird der prachtvolle Körper dieser Hure unsere Spielwiese sein. Macht damit was immer ihr wollt! Viel Spaß!”
Whatever, Emily thought, as she licked and slobbered on Tobias’ meaty shaft. She honestly didn’t care what the weird teenage boy was saying anymore. Or his friends, for that matter. All Emily knew was that there were four beautiful cocks in the room, and she wanted to fuck them all. Her mouth, her pussy, her asshole. Fuck, fuck, fuck. God, she wanted to fuck. And after so much fucking waiting to fuck, she was finally fucking, fucking fucking …
Emily was so happy, she thought she might explode. Or cum.
Or both.
“Vergiss … vergiss die Kamera nicht,” Tobias said, giving Otto a rather pointed look, even as Emily began to earnestly take even more of his length down her throat.. Emily didn’t know what the older boy had said, except it sounded sort of like more of an order. “Lass … uunnngghh!!! … lass uns rausfinden wie sehr es Jack wirklich kümmert was wir mit seinem Luder von einer Schwester Machen … oh sweet fuck, yes, like that my dear, with the tongue … uunngghh!!!”
Otto looked slightly disappointed. “Again with this shit?” he grumbled sullenly. “What am I, your fucking butler?” But he still slunk away to one of the other rooms of the suite. Emily couldn’t quite see where Otto was going, or what he was actually doing, though. Not with a cock in her mouth, and her nose being shoved into a crinkly pile of golden German pubes as she deepthroated Tobias.
“Ihr Mund sieht ziemlich hübsch aus wenn ein Schwanz zwischen ihren Lippen steckt, nicht wahr?” Tobias said to Fritz. He gently reached down as Emily’s soft lips slid wetly up and down his shaft, his fingertips sliding lightly across her cheek as her face bobbed between his legs. “Besonders wenn es mein Schwanz ist.”
“Da stimm ich dir zu,” Fritz replied softly … even as a wicked grin spread across his face. “Ich denke wir sollten noch mehr Teile ihres Körpers so hübsch aussehen lassen.”
Though Emily couldn’t see much besides the sight of Tobias’s firm abs moving back in forth in front of her face—or his long, skinny cock sliding between her eager lips—she could certainly hear things, though. And as Emily happily sucked Tobias’s cock, she suddenly heard a chorus of zippers being undone, followed by a huge cascade of clothing falling to the floor. White polo shirts and khaki shorts, no doubt. Emily didn’t need to see them.
And even though Emily had sort of instinctively known what Jack really expected her to do in Vegas, at least on some vague, subconscious level, the realization of what was actually about to was going to happen with Tobias and his friends was finally hitting her.
They were all going to fuck her.
Not one at a time, though.
All of them. At the same time.
Like some cheap, trashy, disgusting
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“Such a talented cocksucker,” Tobias murmured to Emily. He caressed her bobbing chin again, looking down at her, his
“Now, down on all fours, my dear,” Tobias said. Running his hands through Emily’s blonde mane of hair, he slowly pulled her face off of his stiff cock, sticky strands of drool running from her mouth to the tip of his dick as he glanced down admiringly at her. Roughly grabbing her shoulders, he spun her around so that her pert backside was turned to him. Without saying a word, Emily dropped down so her elbows touched the cold marble floor, raising her ass in the air.
“Good girl,” Tobias murmured. Emily could feel Tobias pushing her knees further apart as he knelt down behind her, spreading her thighs even more invitingly for him, gasping as she felt something stiff and hard brushing up against her slit, and then …
“… oooOOOHHH!!!” Emily squealed happily, as Tobias’ cock plunged into the warm, wet depths of her willing sex. After so many days, so much frustration, so many burning desires that had been denied to her, time after time … the blissfully sweet sensation of having a cock ravaging her slutty cunt once more was pure heaven to Emily. Immediately, the sex-starved blonde girl began wildly thrusting her ass back against Tobias as he fucked her, her jiggling asscheeks frantically slapping back up against the boy’s hip, humping him like an animal in heat.
Tobias, for his part, didn’t seem to mind.
“Mein Gott, ihre Fotze ist so eng!” Tobias groaned, as his cock slid deep into Emily’s slick cunt. The confused blonde teenager girl didn’t understand what he was saying, but she knew that whatever his words meant, he was clearly enjoying himself. “Das fühlt sich fantastisch an!”
Despite not knowing what the horny German boy rutting away at her was actually saying, though, Emily could hear strained, nervous glee lurking behind his words, even as he thrust his cock enthusiastically in and out of her. The blonde teenaged beauty had the sneaking suspicion that despite his swagger, he really didn’t have all that much experience with other girls … she didn’t think that she was his first, but it wouldn’t have surprised her much if she was his second. At any rate, Emily didn’t really care, either. The sex-starved blonde teenager had been desperately craving cock for days, denied the hard, nasty fucking that she’d so badly wanted from her sexy brother Jack …
… she was finally getting it.
She was finally getting fucked like a good little slut should. Just the way she was supposed to.
Just the way Jack wanted her to.
“Yes … oh, fuck yes,” Emily sighed happily, even as she kept thrusting her pert bottom back against Tobias’s invading cock, driving him even deeper inside her slippery folds. She was lying, of course, but considering how she hadn’t been allowed to fuck for the past few days, and how her tight, naughty twat was absolutely aching for a hard cock, and how desperately she wanted to be fucked rotten … she didn’t really care. She would’ve preferred her sexy brother Jack’s huge, fantastic dick pounding away at her pretty pussy, but Tobias’ cock was still nicely sized, and whatever he might’ve lacked in experience, he was certainly making up for with enthusiasm.
And besides, there was something delightfully dirty about being fucked by a stranger, by a sort-of-hot guy who she literally hadn’t known at all just five minutes before. She knew nothing about him, nothing at all, except for the fact that he was cute, he was German, and he was kind of smart like her brother Jack … and she’d cheerfully spread her legs for him without a moment’s hesitation, letting the strange boy shove his dick inside her dripping snatch like a complete slut.
Like a good little slut, actually.
Just the way Jack wanted her to.
Emily let out a cry of surprise as she suddenly felt herself being slapped in the face by something hard. Hard and meaty. Her big, beautiful tits jiggled wildly inside her cupless bra as she looked upwards to see the lust-filled, leering face of Dieter. He held the base of his own skinny dick mere inches away from Emily’s mouth, the grin on his face growing as he stood expectantly in front of her.
“Suck it, whore,” Dieter said brazenly, his voice cracking with nervous excitement. “Suck … my … cock.” The depraved, uncertain look in his eyes told Emily that there was a part of Dieter that still couldn’t quite believe what was happening … and that he also thought she might laugh in his face.
Weird, Emily thought, as her lips slid around the fat head of Dieter’s cock, I don’t know why he’d think I wouldn’t. A loud gasp escaped from Dieter’s mouth as her tongue swirled around the fat, engorged head of his yummy prick … and then her mouth began wetly sliding up and down the length of his shaft, sucking him with the same enthusiasm that she’d sucked Tobias. The boy groaned even more loudly as the tip of her tongue found his balls, most of his length disappearing down her throat. She felt his hands rough grip the sides of her head, loving how Dieter was just savagely fucking her face, just the same nasty way that Tobias was fucking her pussy.
Meanwhile, as Tobias continued to eagerly piston his cock in and out of her sopping pussy with ever-quickening strokes from behind, Emily was dimly aware—very, very dimly—that the handsome German boy hadn’t put on a condom, and was gleefully fucking her bareback. Again, Emily didn’t mind in the slightest. I guess Jack must’ve told them about my conditioning, she thought, as she let Dieter slide his yummy prick between her hungry lips and onto her wet tongue, he must’ve told them that I can’t get pregnant, that the conditioning works just like birth control …
And besides, Jack’s right, just like he always is … sex is so much better without a condom … Tobias’ cock feels so good inside me … so, so, good …
There was a tap on Emily’s shoulder. Somehow, she managed to look up out of the corner of one eye, and even with Dieter’s dick in her mouth and Tobias’ cock buried in her pussy, she could see Fritz hovering above her, his cold, blue eyes glittering with primal lust as he leered down at her. He was completely naked, his hand between his legs as he earnestly stroked himself, clearly enjoying the sight of her getting fucked from both ends.
“Your turn,” Fritz snapped at Emily. “Your hand, slut, I want … mmmmmm …” He probably would’ve said more, except Emily already had the gist of what he wanted. Balancing with, well, the expertise of a cheerleader, Emily managed to reach up with one hand, gripping Fritz’s stiff prick with a delicate touch as she started to stroke his length. And as her hand pleasured Fritz, she kept herself balanced as Dieter’s balls slapped wetly against her chin, his cock still fucking her mouth … and kept Tobias still fucking her pussy nice and hard, his wet, sloppy strokes in and out of her growing more and more insistent, his hands gripping her waist just a little tighter.
And even while taking care of three virile teenage cocks at the same time … Emily was vaguely aware of the last of the boys—Otto, is that his name? Emily thought dizzily—he was standing over her as well now, also busily stroking his cock with one hand … and holding a small camcorder in the other, recording everything that was happening with obvious delight.
And the strange thing was to Emily—the really, really strange thing—she absolutely loved every second of being on all fours with the German teenager, being fucked by one handsome boy as she sucked off another, jerking off a third boy while being filmed by a fourth … and she hadn’t expected that at all. She would’ve thought that being shamelessly gangbanged by a whole bunch of strange, horny, leering boys she’d only met a few minutes earlier was
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From behind her, Emily could hear Tobias’s grunts growing louder, and more urgent … and she could feel his strong fingertips sliding down from her waist to her bottom, digging hard into her soft, supple asscheeks. She also felt the strokes of his shaft inside her slick, sweet cunt begin to slow, but grow even more forceful and savage, his balls slapping hard into her bare, smooth mons … and before she realized what was happening, she felt Tobias’ delicious prick pulsing wildly inside of her, flooding her pussy with delicious blasts of his hot cum.
And as Tobias drenched her cunt with his sweet, sweet jism, Dieter grunted, bathing her tonsils with his own creamy load. Greedily, she began to swallow the teenage boy’s cum … just like Jack always told her a good slut should. And Emily had barely managed to gulp down the first couple of spurts of Dieter’s delectable sperm before he heard yet another groan, and even more sticky warmth splattered messily on her shoulder and the side of her arm, and part of her face, and her hand, and the even the side of her huge tits as well … and then even more cum splattered on her back, as she realized that Otto and Fritz couldn’t hold themselves back anymore, either.
“That … was … beautiful,” Tobias breathed finally, even as he struggled to catch his breath. He stood up, his spent cock sliding with a noisy splorp out of Emily’s freshly-fucked twat as he rose to his feet, some of his cum spilling out of her snatch and splattering on the floor. “A very nice beginning.” He reached down, giving Emily’s ass a hard slap, which made her shiver with delight.
“I agree,” Dieter said. “Beautiful.” With a laugh, Dieter pulled his softening dick out of Emily’s mouth, making sure to slap his big prick against her flushed, pretty face before casually walking away from her. “As good as advertised, ja?”
Otto glanced down at his dick, a little bit of cum still dripping from his fingers. “I wouldn’t know,” he grumbled. “I still haven’t gotten a chance to try her yet.”
“Shut up,” Fritz snapped. “Neither have I!”
“Are you kidding me? You at least got a handjob from her!”
“But—oh, shut up, Dummkopf! It’s not like I got to fuck her yet!”
“You shut up!”
“No, you shut up!!”
Still down on all fours—and her naked, nubile body still shivering with depraved joy, and still glazed and dripping with milky teenage semen—Emily looked up curiously at the four boys, wondering what they were doing. “Um, I haven’t cum yet, either,” she said uncertainly, “but if you want to fuck me, I—“
Casually, Tobias knelt down beside Emily. He smiled pleasantly at her before giving her a hard slap in the face, one that hurt. Emily tried to say something, but found she couldn’t, as Tobias’ hand caught her under the chin and grabbed her throat.
“No one gives fucks,” Tobias said, “if you cum or not. At all. You are our whore, our fucktoy. You are here for our pleasure. Not yours. You understand this, yes?”
The grip on Emily’s neck tightened slightly.
Emily nodded. “Y-yes,” she managed to say. “I’m—“
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“Good,” Tobias said approvingly, as he let go of her throat. “Good slut. And even good sluts have good ideas.” He reached for the pile of discarded clothing, finding his pants and rummaging through one of his pockets. He nodded in satisfaction as he found a shiny silver coin. “Otto, Fritz—a flip, perhaps, for who gets our slut’s pussy next?”
The two looked at each other, then shrugged and nodded. “Fine,” Fritz replied. “Otto, you call it.”
Tobias tossed the coin towards the ceiling.
“Heads,” Otto called out confidently.
Tobias snatched the spinning coin out of the air, then held it out in his palm. “Tails.”
Otto shook his head in disgust. “Gottverdammt!” he swore. “I have no luck, this fucking—”
“—sucks to be you?” Fritz finished with a grin. “Yes, yes it does.” His grin grew even wider as he stared down at Emily, leering in anticipation as the sight of her beautiful body … and then, he roughly grabbed her by one arm, pulling her to her feet and dragging her over to the couch where he and Otto once had been playing video games. Tobias grabbed her other arm as well, and the two of them threw her down onto the couch like a rag doll, leaving the disheveled teenage blonde beauty staring up at the German boys in confused wonder … and excitement.
Jack doesn’t treat me like this, Emily thought, even as her pussy began to pulse and throb with a deliciously naughty heat, but I think I … I …
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“Do … do you want me to clean up first?” Emily asked nervously, as she looked up at Fritz, and the scrumptious, achingly stiff prick jutting out from between his legs. “I, I can, um, shower, if you want …” She could almost scarcely believe that she’d just jerked him off and made him cum moments before. Tobias and his friends almost seemed to be like Jack in that regard—constantly horny, constantly ready to fuck.
Just like her. Which, Emily supposed, worked out nicely for everyone.
To Emily’s complete disbelief—and delight—Fritz reached down and grabbed her ankles as she lay on the couch, spreading her long, lean legs wide open as he knelt between them. I guess Fritz doesn’t care about sloppy seconds, Emily thought with excited, naughty glee, as the randy teenager immediately plunged his cock inside her already sperm-drenched cunt, thrusting himself in and out of her with savage delight. Groaning even more loudly, Emily wrapped her long, lean legs around Fritz’s waist, crossing her ankles as she pressed her heels against the small of his back. She raked her nails down his back as he pumped her sweet pussy, loving the sensation of yet another strange cock so wildly fucking her.
“Mmmm … so very nice,” Fritz said, his eyes glittering coldly as he gazed into Emily’s wide, lust-crazed face. “You’re such a whore … I can’t wait until my sister Elke gets conditioned just like you …” Awkwardly, he pressed his face against Emily’s, crudely shoving his tongue into Emily’s mouth as he kept fucking her. It was strange—Emily thought it was almost like he’d never kissed a girl before, which couldn’t possibly be true—but she enthusiastically kissed him right back, crushing her mouth against his as their tongues sloppily intertwined.
Meanwhile, over Fritz’s shoulder, Emily could sort of see Dieter grinning wickedly at her, his right hand between his bare legs as he slowly stroked his cock with one hand. In his other hand, he held the huge bottle of lube that had been sitting next to the bowl of blue pills … and judging from the way his cock was rock hard and standing proudly at attention once more, he was ready to fuck again. Like, right then.
And Dieter was not about to wait for his own turn.
“Up,” Tobias commanded … and Emily let out a surprised, excited yelp as Fritz complied with the order, wrapping his arms around her slender waist as he pulled her up off the couch cushion, his cock still pumping furiously in and out of her cum-drenched cunt. Dimly, Emily was aware of Dieter sliding onto the couch beneath her, right on the very same spot where she and Fritz had been frantically fucking just moments before. She was slightly confused as Fritz started to lower her back down, then, and felt Dieter’s hands gripping her asscheeks, helping to support her, but also spreading her asscheeks apart …
… but as she felt the fat tip of Dieter’s slick prick push insistently against the snug pucker of her asshole, Emily let out a sharp hiss of wicked delight.
“What … what are you … oooOOOHHH!!!!” Emily squealed in delight, as Dieter abruptly shoved his glistening cock into her rectum with one smooth thrust. For a moment, her whole body shook uncontrollably, and she winced, as Dieter’s prick stretched out her tight, tender ass, sliding inside her even as Fritz kept reaming her cunt.
“That’s … that’s it … ahhhh!!!” Dieter grunted. “Very good, yes, yes …” His hips bucked, and Emily let out a little scream as he drove his hard dick deeper inside of her asshole. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and for a moment, she thought she might pass out.
Too much, Emily thought deliriously, it’s too much …
… but it’s so fucking good, I want more …
“It’s even … even better this way,” Fritz panted. His eyes glazed with lust, he managed to reach up and pinch one of Emily’s hard nipples, making her squeal again in ecstasy. “In all holes … right, slut? You like it like this?”
Emily gave a pathetic nod. Because Fritz … Fritz was right. He and Dieter had managed to find a good rhythm, the cocks sawing in and out of her ass and pussy, first one, then the other, giving her an indescribable amount of pleasure that she couldn’t even have begun to imagine before. It was heavenly, just absolute magic, the lewd sensation of Fritz and Dieter’s lovely cocks rubbing against each other as they eagerly fucked her ass and her pussy, with only the thin, sensitive membrane of flesh between her hot, naughty holes separating them …
Dizzily, Emily wondered what it’d be like if two of the boys stuffed their dicks in her pussy at the same time. It seemed to her like the sort of thing only disgusting sluts would do, though
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and Emily dreamily hoped that the boys would double-fuck her pussy whenever they finally made it to the bedroom.
At least once.
Hopefully more.
“Not fair,” Emily heard a voice grumble, even as Fritz and Dieter kept gleefully plowing both of her hot, naughty holes. Emily would’ve looked up to see who it was, but she didn’t really care. Not when she was getting fucked so fabulously rotten. “Tobias, come on! When do I fuck her?”
She heard Tobias chuckle. “Otto, you have such limited imagination,” she heard the older teenage boy say. “Our delightful little cum dumpster has the most beautiful breasts imaginable, and you cannot think of anything to do to her?” There was a weary sigh. “Fick diese perfekten Titten. Schieß ihr dein Sperma direkt ins Gesicht!”
Emily watched in wide-eyed wonder as Otto clambered up onto the couch, practically sticking his ass in Fritz’s face as he crouched over her … and then, he lowered himself down, planting his cock right between her soft, bouncing tits. Awkwardly, he fumbled with the front clasp or her bra, finally managing to undo it, letting her huge, bouncing tits spill out to juggle about in a frenzy. Emily let out a surprised squeal as Otto grabbed the half-empty bottle of lube from the corner of the couch, and squirted a generous puddle of the slippery clear liquid all over her breasts and his own huge prick. Roughly, Otto reached down to fondle Emily’s massive tits, and then mashed the soft globes of her flesh around his dick. With a groan of contented bliss, he rapidly began sliding his cock back and forth between her slippery, curvy breasts, the tip of his prick jabbing her beneath her chin as he happily began titfucking the horny blonde teenager at a frantic pace.
“Ohhhhhhh … yes, fuck yes, ohmigod, ohhhhh …” Emily mewled, feeling absolutely dizzy with unashamed pleasure. “I can’t … oh, I love your cocks inside me, both of them, ohmigod …” She squirmed and writhed between the three boys in wicked delight, loving every second of her body being fucked from every direction. Much as she loved fucking her sexy brother Jack, this was almost as good. She loved the attention, her body being overwhelmed by decadent pleasure, cocks and more cocks, using her like complete fucktrash …
… so good.
“So you’re having fun, yes?” a pleasant voice asked. Emily’s head swam as she turned her head slightly to the left, looking up at Tobias, who stood off to the side of the couch, holding up the digital video camera that Otto had been using just a short while before.
Emily gave a weak nod of her head. She could barely speak … hell, she could barely think. So many cocks, drowning her in pleasure … her pussy felt like it was going to explode … so good … she wanted more, more, more …
“Then smile for the camera, Emily dear,” Tobias said cheerfully. “Smile and tell your wonderful brother Jack how much you like being stuffed full of cock, like a stupid whore. Tell him, please, how much you enjoy being our pretty little sperm receptacle.”
“I … I love it,” Emily whispered happily. She looked right into the lens of Tobias’ digital camera, smiling earnestly, even as Fritz’s and Dieter’s cocks slid enthusiastically in and out of her naughty holes. “I … I don’t even know them … and they’re fucking me … and … OOOOHHH!!! … ohmigod, it’s so good, Jack, so, oh, oh, OHH, OHHHHHHH!!!!”
“How sweet,” Tobias replied. He turned the camera lens towards himself. “See, Jack? We take care of your beautiful sister. I thank you for sending her to us. We make sure she has a good time, just like us. We make sure she has special two days with us that she never forgets. And that you never forget, either.”
“So good, yes … mmmmmm!!!” Fritz grunted. Even as Dieter thrust his dick into Emily’s tender asshole beneath him, Fritz looked like he was still clearly enjoying pounding the slutty blonde’s tight pussy. “Oh, so good, yes, you lovely bitch, mmmmm …” He looked over at the camera, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “It’s okay if we … uunngghh!!! … we keep filling her up, yes?”
“Komm so oft in die Löcher dieser dummen Schlampe wie du willst, besonders in ihre süße kleine Fotze.” Tobias said quietly, smirking as he clapped Fritz on his sweat-covered shoulder. He crouched down low next to the couch, focusing his camera squarely on the sight of his friends’ glistening dicks pounding away at Emily’s naughty fuckholes. “Sie ist schon schwanger, also musst du dir darüber keine Sorgen machen.”
Whatever Tobias said to Fritz … well, all Emily knew was that he loved what he’d heard, as his eyes widened in surprised glee … and then his hips began hammering away at hers with even more wild enthusiasm, his cock thrusting vigorously in and out of her cum-drenched cunt. And Dieter must’ve loved it too, as he also began ramming his hard prick even deeper and harder into her tight rectum, his balls slapping hard into her jiggling asscheeks as he thrust his hips up into her with reckless abandon.
They’re fucking me so hard, Emily thought deliriously, they’re … so good, so fucking good, I love it, I love it, ILOVEITILOVEITILOVEITOHMYFUCKING GOD
Emily’s entire body abruptly jerked and spasmed, her hips bucking as she let out a loud, sobbing scream of ecstasy, the orgasm that she’d craved for days and days and days finally arriving and ripping through her shaking body … and she surrendered completely to it. Her pussy practically exploded as she came, then again, then again some more for good measure. She was vaguely aware of Fritz gasping and whimpering in obscene glee as the sugary walls of her cunt hugged and pulsed and gripped his pistoning prick as she came, coating his length with her slick, slippery fuckjuices … but his thrusts inside of her never relented as she orgasmed. Neither did Dieter’s, or Otto’s.
Which made the horny blonde teenager slut cum yet again.
Emily was also pretty sure that she was screaming loud enough to be heard down in the hotel lobby, but she didn’t care. Not one bit. I want them all to fuck me, she thought dizzily, all of them, all the time, never enough, never ever ever, I love cock, love, love, loveLOVELOVELOVE
And as Emily continued to cum … she heard a chorus of perverted, gleeful grunts, as her naughty holes suddenly began to be filled with the hot, sticky warmth she’d come to crave. Cum spurted deep into her cunt, flooding her already sperm-drenched pussy until it started leaking out of her, dripping all over Fritz’s cock and the sofa cushions . Cum erupted inside her asshole, spreading itself up her rectum. And having two cocks pulsing inside of her at the same time just felt incredible, so wrong and yet so perfectly right at the same time.
And as those sweet pulses subsided, Emily gasped in surprise—and delight—as ropy jets of creamy jizz began splattering messily across her pretty face, as Otto’s fat prick erupted between her big, round tits, spraying her cheeks and her chin with his sperm, coating her face with his sticky seed.
“Very nice,” Tobias said approvingly, as Otto and Fritz finally managed to untangle their sweaty bodies away from Emily. Dieter grabbed Emily by her slender lips as his friends stepped away from the couch, lifting her off of his cock and shoving her off to the side. He started to get up, but a smirk crept to his lips, and he grabbed Emily by her hair, pulling her face to his crotch.
“Clean it,” Dieter ordered.
Emily smiled and shrugged, still basking in the glow of her own orgasms. Dutifully, she took his cock in her mouth, savoring the taste of his sperm and her own ass on it as she noisily sucked him, even as more sperm leaked out of her pussy and her asshole.
Tobias sat down next to Emily. He turned off the camera, and put a hand on Emily’s shoulder as he turned to speak with Dieter. “Kontaktiere Gunter bevor du sie nochmal fickst,” he said to Dieter. “Sag ihm er soll den vollen Produktionszyklus beginnen.”
Dieter nodded. “Of course,” he replied. He grabbed Emily’s head again, pulling her face off of his hard, glistening dick. “As for you, slut, I’m done with you for now. The next time your mouth pleasures me, though, I expect swallowing.”
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“Of course, silly,” Emily said with a giggle. “Shit, why wouldn’t I?” She stuck a finger in the corner of her mouth, sucking on it playfully before using it to wipe some of the cum on her face away. Casually, she put it back into her mouth, sucking it clean and swallowing it down.
“Very nice,” Tobias said approvingly. “See, my friends. A very happy few days is in store for us all, yes?”
“For some of us,” Otto muttered. “I still haven’t really fucked the bitch.”
Dieter rolled his eyes. “Do you want our pretty whore to clean herself up first? Look at her.” He shook his head in withering disgust. “Nasty, sperm-covered slut.”
Otto shook his head. “I don’t care,” he said, “I just want to fuck—”
“Then fuck her now,” Tobias finished firmly. “Enough with this. The rest of us will clean up, and when you’re done … Emily, you’ll join us all in the bedroom, yes? I want you putting on a sexy show for us all.
Emily nodded. Eagerly.
As Tobias and the other boys heading off, Otto pulled insistently on Emily’s wrist, dragging her off the couch and down onto the floor with him. His fat prick looked just as hard as ever, if not more so, and as he lay down on his back in front of the fireplace, he grinned triumphantly as he pulled her down on top of himself, puddles of his own sticky jism still dripping from her tits and her chin.
“My turn,” Otto growled at Emily. “Ride me, slut.”
“My pleasure,” murmured Emily … and with a big, happy smile, she straddled the eager teenage boy, letting out a wanton moan as she impaled her sperm-soaked cunt on Otto’s awaiting shaft, and began to ride him.
Emily was so glad Jack had picked her to go to Vegas.
She thought she was the luckiest girl in the world.
Good things, after all, came to good sluts who waited.