Chapter 17

Simon

My pants are on the floor, and my cock is in Krista’s mouth before we can even close the door.

We’re in the Hotel Excelsior, the ritziest hotel in the area, and it’s replete with every five-star luxury that one can imagine.

Not that it matters, of course, because we’re doing the type of filthy shit that one typically sees in a pay-by-the-hour roach motel.

Still, there’s no point in letting folks see us with our bare asses in the air and our dicks flapping in the breeze. We might just scare the horses.

With our dignity intact and the door closed behind us, it’s time to get down to business.

Krista is slurping on my cock like it’s a dripping ice cream cone, and I’m amazed at how far she can get it down her throat. It all but disappears with each lick, suck, and slurp.

She twists it at the base with one hand, and I moan and yelp in a strange mix of pleasure and pain.

Dylan and King are just as naked as I am, and they’re alternating between sucking on Krista’s pussy and licking her asshole.

Suddenly, Dylan lifts Krista in the air, and her mouth releases from my cock with an audible pop. It’s pretty fucking impressive—she’s clearly on her A-game today.

We’re standing around the bed, looking at Krista—naked, covered in saliva and pre-cum, freshly waxed, and writhing on the bed in orgasmic ecstasy.

Her eyes are closed, and I can only imagine what’s going on in that filthy imagination of hers.

“Touch yourself,” King commands in a low, booming voice, and Krista licks her fingers and obliges.

I watch carefully as her soft, tight pink lips spread with each thrust of her fingers and the pink darkens into a ruddy color.

“Fuck me,” she begs, looking up at the three of us. “One of you, please, fuck me.”

She’s begging for release, but I’m getting too much pleasure out of watching her build herself up.

Dylan and King are stroking their cocks, patiently waiting their turn, so I sit on the bed and figure it’s time to play with my toy.

I remove her hand from her pussy and lick her fingertips, savoring her sweet yet slightly salty taste as I do so.

Dylan takes this opportunity to stuff his prodigious cock in Krista’s mouth, and she takes it just as expertly as she took mine.

I scoot between her legs and spread them as far as they can go, and while her mouth is put to work on Dylan’s cock—while somehow working his balls in the mix, too—her hands reach out to give an expert hand job to King, who can’t help but look down as she works her magic.

All the while, she’s moaning and writhing and never breaking her gaze off me.

“Simon,” she says breathlessly when Dylan pops his cock out of her mouth for a brief second. “Simon, please, fuck me.”

I smirk at her mischievously. “Not quite yet,” I tease. “I have something to handle first.”

Using her wetness, I take my finger and trace her pussy lips. Her legs begin to shake in unbridled desire, and it is then and only then that I put my mouth on her pussy, using my tongue to roll her clit around like a hard candy.

Her moans get louder, and she’s bucking her hips, desperate to come.

I’m feeling her start to release, so I stop my sucking and get to fucking.

It’s always the first thrust that gets them turned on—the most beautiful thing in the world.

I marvel at how wet she is. And as I thrust my cock deeper inside of her, I feel like at one point, I can tip her uterus, even though I know that isn’t even biologically possible.

I marvel at the knowledge that no matter how many times she takes the three of us—and who knows how many more—in her pussy, she always manages to keep it tight, fresh, wet, waxed, and clean for us.

“That’s a good girl,” I tell her reassuringly, “keep this pussy nice and tight for your professors if you want extra credit, Krista.”

She moans, and her pussy quivers, and I can feel myself getting ready to come.

I pull out quickly, push Dylan to the side, and squirt my cum in her mouth.

Dylan takes that opportunity to take his turn in Krista’s cunt, and I could feel her head bobbing on my cock as it moves with each of Dylan’s thrusts.

“You like that, Krista?” I ask her.

“Yes, Professor,” she says, her mouth full of my cum. Fuck that’s hot.

Dylan grunts and continues thrusting. “Umph! This pussy is so tight, Krista, damn!”

Krista smiles and suddenly visibly flexes her Kegel muscle, forcing Dylan to pull out and come on her tits.

It almost feels like he’ll never stop coming, but finally, when it feels like she’s about to swim in a six-foot pool made of cum, he stops, sighs, and throws his head back on the pillow on the other side of Krista.

King still hasn’t had his chance, and he’s not going to let this opportunity pass him by.

Krista looks at him expectantly and sits up. “Aren’t you going to fuck my pussy, King?”

King squats between her legs and looks directly at her with an almost mischievous look in his eye.

“Nope,” he says simply. “I want something else.”

We know this look in his eye, so we’re smart enough to get off the bed and out of the way as he flips her over.

Her gorgeous, sculpted ass is in the air right now, and King is slowly spreading her butt cheeks to expose the rosebud beneath.

Krista looks back over her shoulder, her hair sweaty and in her face, a smile crossing her lips.

“Oh yeah,” she says in a gravelly voice. “You know what I want.”