Ned Samuels - Hand maid

Veronica took the top of his penis in her mouth and instantly tasted the pungent sensation of his jism – or at least the tiny drop of it – right in her mouth. Shit, she thought, if one drop tastes this fantastic, imagine what the whole package is! But Veronica soon became to preoccupied with her task for such pondering. She liked the audience, too. It made her the center of attraction, a new kind of sex queen, to be envied, desired. She knew that Marv wanted her – the way he looked at her breasts, the way he seemed captivated by the way she moved, the way he watched her buns so intensely, all tipped her off that he'd like to get off on her.

After bringing Sam to the point of coming by a fantastic hand job, she decided to bring him the rest of the way via a mouth job. Slowly she took the shaft into her red, hot mouth, careful not to catch his skin in her teeth, delicately bringing it in to maximize pleasure and minimize anything which isn't pleasure. She had become the bursar of pleasure and knew it; the collector of the port of passion.

Sam began to squirm because he was so excited. He looked as if he were prisoner of his own passion, hips thrust up, back arched, his genitals handled by a stacked broad: "Make me shoot," he whispered in her ear. "Come on baby, you've been taking me to the edge, but a man can't hang there forever. Have a little mercy, girl. Do it, do it." Veronica loved this, loved it because something like this had never in reality happened, but now with her almost magical dildo, with vivid imagination and relentless lust, she was making it happen, painting her own erotic pictures.

"You'll get yours, Sam, don't you worry."

"Now baby, now!" He looked her right in the eye, desperate, "Fuck me, fuck me!" – he was almost out of his mind with passion.

"Come on Veronica," Marv added, backing up his buddy, "give the guy a break. Shoot his wad; now's the time."

But Ron was not to be swayed. Even Cecile couldn't help.

"Come on baby do it to him."

"Look, I'm running this little affair, just little old me." She could see that the were all enjoying her little ploy at domination, that it seemed to add an extra erotic layer to the entire orgy.

"Why you little bitch," said Cecile in mock rage. Then she grabbed Veronica by the shoulders and wrestled her to the floor. Nothing could have been more enjoyable to two guys whose cocks had been played with until they were nearly insane and wanted nothing less than to be brought to an even more intense level of passion. The men watched in hot awe as Cecile proceeded to mount a struggling Veronica. They loved Vern's moves as she at tempted to pry the body which had mounted her own loose. They loved to see her push her form out ward until her breasts looked like two mountainous spears which dared Cecile to grab them. Yet Cecile was just as daring and desirous of turning the match into a little more than pure innocent play-acting. With a twist of her neck, she bit Vern just above the nipple, and pushed the woman's breasts painfully together, then more painfully apart. That's when Vern had positively had enough of such nonsense. In an impressive feat of strength Vern turned the tables by ramming her adversary's head against the foot of the bed, then pinning her against the bed post, and finally going straight inside the broad with two fingers. In and out she pushed, because her intention was to make this broad come, make this broad come as sure as she was being defeated. Harder and faster she pushed. "Stop, stop," Cecile begged, but to an avail.

"How does this feel, huh?" – then Veronica pushed her tits into the woman's face.

"Oh, Vern, yes, yes…" She just kept repeating the affirmative.

Veronica had the entire scene orchestrated, the blow jobs, the wrestling match, the fervid pitch, the hot atmosphere, the obscene tone.

But show – as tempting, as erotic, as highly explicit as it may have been – did nothing to help the two studs unload their jism, for as heavy as the scene had been, no one had yet peaked with a big "O" including Veronica. I want to come, one thought; I need it thought another; damn, I wish that broad would go all, all out, thought another. The climax approached rapidly, and the men knew that now that the short wrestling exhibition had terminated, the sperm show would commence: it was just a question of who would be the first.

Vern knew what she wanted: she wanted to have a handle on both of those cocks simultaneously. Vern approached Marv, then Sam. She looked at Cecile and got the a-okay (after all, such a show would be dynamite simply to witness).

Suddenly, Veronica was back in her room, the scene completely disintegrated under the onslaught of her telephone. The piercing ring almost sent her up the wall and she ran to answer it in order to shut it up.

"Yes," she said, clearly annoyed.

"Hi, Vern, listen this is Jim from the office."

"Oh, hello, Jim," she replied without a trace of enthusiasm.

"Listen, I was wondering if you'd enjoy catching a movie and dinner with me tomorrow night – I'm sorry about the late notice but I thought I'd be out of town."

Vern didn't even have to consider: not this week end. Nothing mattered outside of her own private, manufactured sex high.

"No, I'm sorry Jim, but I'm afraid I already have plans."

"Well, just taking a long shot."

After Veronica returned the phone, she realized she had something extraordinary; without any difficulty at all, she returned to her party. Within seconds, she could picture Marv and Sam and Cecile. Deciding she'd disciplined Cecile enough for one party, she motioned for Sam and Marv to approach.

She had them sit on the edge of the bed and positioned herself in the middle. Then, without a hesitation, she began to pump them, giving each equal time. She looked at Sam's face, then Marv; they were flying in the sky, no doubt about that. Each was beginning to flush, and their teeth were starting to show, gritted in positions of aggression. No vag, no wet smack, she was the life of the party. Her rapacious appetite knew no limit, and she wanted more as she felt each shaft get harder. The men began to moan and she could feel them squirm. Cecile was almost a one woman rooting section as she made no qualms about her interest (her very eyes were bulging as she sat on the edge of the large bedroom chair).

"You've got us where you want us baby: go all the way!"

"Do it to them!" Cecile added.

Then it happened. Vern could feel their cocks expand in one final effort, stretching their volume almost beyond the limit in the all-out effort to shoot come.

"Aggh!" moaned out Sam and as if by chain reaction he was followed by Marv. Instantly come shot up and was pointed at Vern.

Cecile had to come over to get at some of that action. She pointed Sam's cock up toward her mouth and managed to get several squirts. Sam watched with delight as she swallowed some, and proudly wore a few drops on the edges of her mouth. Veronica had her fill also, wallowing in the viscous juice.

What really happened that night, was poor Veronica had merely spoken with a few other shy ladies, anxiously awaiting John's return, painfully aware he was getting fantastic action. Vern knew now that her weekend fling would be nothing but her own creation here on in. She'd put John through all the things she dreamed of, but had only had the nerve to do just before he gave her the old hook. No, now a new stage would be set.

Veronica pushed the dildo further inside, then pictured John entering, just in time to see his date covered with wild come.

"Wha…" he exclaimed.

"Come now," Vern answered with impressive presence, "you must have had some idea what was going on. Listen John, I think it's about time that you and I got going, anyway. You know, the night's still young."