What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [71]
“Zack, fuck her,” Brent said, and though she sucked in her breath, this time it was no longer in fear or repulsion or moral concern. That was all gone now. Now it was a strange combination of numb obedience and anticipation. More. She would get more. More pleasure. More sensation. And it would please Brent. And that would please her.
Zack stepped between her legs, his erect cock already in hand. He wasn’t as big as Brent—but he rivaled the glass dildo. And she wanted him between her legs now.
Positioning himself, he closed his hands over her bare hips and pushed smoothly inside. He groaned and she sighed. He began to thrust—smooth, steady—and she found herself meeting his drives, excited to be fucked by a stranger now, for Brent, who stood at her side watching her cunt accept and respond.
“Serena,” Brent said—calling Jenna’s attention to the fact that Serena again stood nearby, “remove the clit chain and suck her there.”
Jenna made no attempt to hold in her sounds of joy at what he’d just commanded. Finally, finally, she would come! She couldn’t imagine needing to climax any worse than she did at this moment.
As Serena followed Brent’s instructions, soon closing her lips around Jenna’s swollen clitoris, she cried out. And Brent stepped closer, leaning over to cup her breasts and begin massaging them in the same rhythm as Zack’s strokes below. “Tell me when you’re gonna come,” Brent said.
And as she’d known, it didn’t take long—mere seconds, in fact—from Serena’s soft suckling. “Now,” she said, then louder. “Now.”
And as the powerful orgasm roared through her body like a tidal wave, Brent yanked the chain between her tits, pulling the rings from her nipples, and she yowled even louder, the move stretching the climax to what seemed an impossible length. The wild pulses in her cunt rolled on and on as she sobbed her release, eyes shut in an unbelievable ecstasy she couldn’t have anticipated. Oh God—yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Pleasure had never been wrenched from her body in such a profound and intense way.
After that, things went quiet in the dungeon; she sensed the other players leaving, and thank God—because it was as if her body simply shut down. It had been through too much. Part of her basked in elation at such an amazing orgasm, thrilled she’d survived this, and thrilled she’d done what Brent had wanted and that it hadn’t been so awful, after all—it had been undeniably pleasurable and she had to start accepting that, accepting that he truly knew what she needed. But she felt so physically spent that she nearly dropped into a deep sleep, just like guys often did after they came.
She forgot everything else and just rested—and though it briefly crossed her mind that Zack had not ejaculated, she didn’t belabor it, figuring he would get his satisfaction with someone else now.
Soon, the cuffs at her wrists were turned loose and she stretched her sore arms slowly down to her sides. She eased her eyes open to see Brent move to her feet, silently unbuckling the straps that held her ankles.
Finally, when she was freed, he raised his eyes to hers. “Are you pissed at me?”
He was totally Brent now. He’d even zipped up his pants, and though she had a horrible thought—he hadn’t finished either, and if they were done here, who would he come with?—she pushed it aside. There was far too much else to ponder right now.
She considered his question and bit her lip. “I’m not sure what I am right now. Besides overwhelmed.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, sounding completely sincere, “that I had to put you through that—but I did. For you to really move forward. I know it seemed harsh, but with only two weeks and one of them nearly over, it felt necessary to make you take a big leap. And now you know some things you didn’t this morning. You know that being fucked by a total stranger can