A Taste of Desire

*All criticism is more than welcome.*

Looking back over my shoulder I see him pull out of me, the last drop of cum falling from the enlarged tip down to the sheets below. I was suddenly struck by the beauty of it all. The dawn light casting a warm glow over his thick muscular thighs, curls of light brown hair around the base of his cock and down both thighs. Strong abdomen, yet soft enough to feel like that comfy blanket.

His left hand still gripped my hip tightly, right leg bent up next to my hip; he reached down and stroked his cock a few more times as he let out a low groan.

“Get back here.” The voice was sharp, and blunt. A large hand took hold of my awe-struck gaze and turned me to receive the other cock into my mouth once more.

The size immediately filled my mouth and was pushing further into my throat with each successive thrust.

“Mmmm, yes. That’s it. Keep going, I’m getting close.” Looking up I could see the pleasure overwhelm him as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He was closer than he thought.

A hand ran through my hair to the back of my head with the sudden pressure pulling me straight down to his pubis, lodging the full length of his cock into my mouth. I could feel his balls on my chin flexing as he came down my throat, robbing me of the flavor and texture as it went directly into my stomach.

“Fuuuuuck yes. I will never get tired of this.” Slowly dislodging his cock from my throat, he ignores me, per usual, as he speaks to his friend.

“You need to go again, or you ready to bounce?” I feel his slick saliva soaked cock slide up my left cheek as he leaned over and spread my ass open to have a look at the aftermath.

“Nah, I think I am good for now. Maybe come back later though after work.”

I stayed still on my hands and knees and watched as they both went to the bathroom to clean up. A few minutes later they had emerged having some conversation about this hot piece of ass from the gym they both go to. Wondering how well she sucks cock and if she would be an easy lay or not. I remained on all fours as they dressed. Tightening belts and ties, acting as though I wasn’t present. Just a place to deposit cum, nothing more.

Right before they leave the room on the way out, Benson stops and at last acknowledges me.

“Clean up. Hit the gym and get some coffee. Be back here no later than…” Turning to his friend he pauses with a momentary eye conversation. “Be back at 4 PM. No clothing and on all fours. Might have company…might not.” At that, the door closed and they were gone.

“Benson, you asshole. Why do you have to have such sexy thighs and a perfect cock…I’m not just a piece of ass…” My daily rant which meant nothing in the end cause I was just his piece of ass. He never spent the night. Never took me out to dinner or bought me a thing. The only thing he has ever given me was cock and cum. Not even a kiss…

The gym was always a place of excitement for me. All the sexy people working out all day in short shorts or leggings with tight sports bras and tanks. All the pheromones flirting with my senses, driving me wild.

I never showered at the gym, just wasn’t my thing. I would change slowly, letting my skin cool off enough so I wouldn’t sweat in my street clothes. I kind of liked the feeling of being a bit grimy after the gym, kind of as a rewarding feeling that I had been active before my morning coffee and my stroll through the park near my house.

Something that I should possibly share about my relationship with Benson that might help you understand further as to why I feel as though I want…more. He pays my rent, gym membership and food. I am never left wanting of things. He’s a Rockstar at his company and makes far more than your average 36 year old does. In return though, I am his toy. He comes when he pleases and leaves when he’s finished. The rules are simple: keep myself in very good shape and be home when he tells me to be home. The rest of the details are not for me to know, or care.

The apartment that he has rented for me is only two blocks from his office. Beautiful location right across the street from a large park. The gym is on the 9th floor. There is a gorgeous bar on the first floor of the building as well. He sometimes takes me there to show me off to his clients or colleagues. Sometimes he flaunts me and within an hour they are inside me. Using me as though I were their own as well.

I love it all though. I love to see how good I make him feel. Watching him pull out of me nearly every day is the happiest feeling. Cum running down my thigh, trying to stay still on all fours just in case he wants back in. The discipline is exciting! Trying to be the best toy I can be for him is what I have striven for over the past three years.

Even though he said 4 PM, I need to be cleaned up and ready by 3. He’s surprised me before and I wasn’t ready. He was rather upset by that and he used me for far longer than he usually did which left me sore the next day.

*3PM*

I laid down on the crisply made bed with clean sheets ready for the evening. Music played over the speakers which surrounded the bed. Afternoon light cast through the open window, bathing me is the golden light. I gazed down at my hairless body, enjoying the slow cool breeze caress my form.

Must have dozed off as I am jolted awake by the sound of keys at the door. I roll over quickly and hop up on all fours facing away from the bedroom doorway. Glancing at the clock I see that it is a bit past 4 PM.

More than Benson’s voice comes through the apartment. Three men and a woman maybe?

“See, just as I told you. My slut is ready. Enjoy!”

I felt goose bumps overtake my skin as I am nearly shaking with excitement. I suddenly feel my silk blindfold come over my eyes before I can see who the guests are for the night. I’ve spent so much time blindfolded over the years that once it goes on, my hearing increases.

The woman’s voice is soft, yet aggressive. A strong voice. I hear glasses and laughter from the other room followed by the sound of wine bottles being opened. Before I could scope more of the action out I suddenly feel hands begin to caress my skin. The bed bends and I feel the weight of several people surround me. Two on my rear flanks and one near my face.

A hand reaches down and pulls me up by my chin to meet their lips to mine. Feminine. Soft and supple, yet hungry. Before long her tongue was pushing and exploring my mouth in a very aggressive manner.

The hands behind me brought my excitement up to a near climax. Just then I felt cool oil being poured all over my back and buttocks. Hands rubbing it into my skin. Still voices from the other room slowly coming closer to the bed. Five? That’s when I hear him…

“Friends, please indulge yourself until you have spent every last ounce of sexual energy, and then indulge further.” Laughter and giggles mix with the clinking of wine glasses in a toast to me as their dessert. Without warning, or previous touching, a cock has breached me full to the base. The woman kissing me has replaced her mouth with her dripping excitement. The taste was intoxicating. Before long, my face was soaked as she held the back of my head with both hands and ground her clit over my nose as my tongue worked her opening.

The man behind me now held both my hips and was thrusting as though he hadn’t been with someone in months. Each thrust shook through me, causing my face to bump into the woman’s pubis harder. I felt another presence next to me face and I heard kissing coming from above. A cock was being pushed against my busy face, dripping sweet pre-ejaculate across my cheek.

A hand rubbed my middle back in an almost caring manner. Must not be Benson…but someone who hasn’t had me yet.

As the woman on my face began to climax, she grunted deeply and pulled my face into her to the point it began to smash my nose against her hard enough to hurt.

“Yeeeeeeessssss” The hip shake followed by that indescribable sweetness of female cum flooding my mouth.

The cock behind me swelled up as it began to stream cum into me. The orgasm was quick and brief with my first patron removing himself and the next climbing up and gliding in with little resistance.

“Mmmm mmmmm” Was my only sounds escaping around the woman humping my face. The cock in me felt too good to care about my nose or the incredibly strong grip on my head.

She released me from her clutch and I took a quick swallow and licked my lips just in time to receive a very thick cock into my mouth.

Benson.

“That’s a good toy. Please Papa.” I felt a cool glass touch the side of my face. “If you make me cum before the guy fucking you can, you get to have a glass of wine while you collect yourself for the following round.”

That was my queue to work my skills the best that I could. Bobbing up and down and the full length and girth of Benson’s cock was no easy task. It had taken me more than a few months of trying to get him fully into my throat. Learning to relax enough so that he may enter to his fullest was a trial of itself.

“Fuck. Give your toy a treat and they will suck your soul from the tip of your cock. Look at this slut go!”

Cheers erupt around the room, followed by the guy inside me picking up his thrusting speed. Hands slapping my ass and back. Betting going back and forth as I am servicing two cocks in a race to orgasm. Either way, I feel that I’ve already won, but that glass of wine would be the icing on the cake.

“Uuuuunnn fuck. So close!”

“No! Hurry up you slut! Grip my cock tighter! No wine for you!” A sharp clap to my ass-cheek did in fact make me tighten my grip for a few short seconds, helping bring him into the lead.

“Oh no you don’t…here, hold this.” Benson handed off his wine glass to the nearest guest to free up his other hand. He latched his fingers behind by head and pushed deep into my throat to the limit of his length then began to grind. My throat spasmed, massaging the full length of his cock. He knows I can only hold this position for about five seconds before I can’t go on, and he used those five seconds to get what he wanted.

He pulled out of my throat, stroked his cock twice and began covering my face with his cum.

“As expected, the owner wins.” A woman’s voice which I had heard until now spoke the words to declare the winner.

“That’s my good toy. Here’s your glass of wine.” Benson pulled the silk blindfold off my eyes as I felt the man inside me suddenly orgasm. Both his hands gripped my hips so tightly that I swore I would have finger bruises. He leaned forward, resting most of his weight on my hips as he caught his breath.

“I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.” He slowly extracted himself from me, leaving a trail of cum running down my thigh. Leaning over, he kissed me on my cheek and became the first person in several years to thank me for my services.

The night had just begun and it was already turning into a success. Four people already had cum, plus a glass of wine. Two more fresh orgasms are lined up after I finish my treat, and then most likely round two and three for the other four.

Going to be a very long night.

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