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  “Jeans next,” Marshall commands.

  I look over my shoulder at him. He has my phone out and is taking pictures with it now.

  “Jeans. When the jeans are off you will turn around. Slowly.”

  I do as he says, sliding the tight jeans down my thighs feeling my own fingers running down my skin. I am starting to feel very warm and aware of the eyes on my ass when I bend down to finish removing my jeans. Turning around as slowly as I can, I am suddenly very aware that my room no longer has a door and anyone could walk by and see me standing in my black lace bra and panties, Marshall and Justin feet from me watching my every move.

  “Pull the top of your bra down and show us how hard your nipples are. Demonstrate,” Marshall commands.

  I obey.

  “Pinch them for us,” he continues. “Look at me Caroline. Do you like how it feels when your nipples are pinched?”

  Marshall’s voice dominates my thoughts.

  Looking him deep in the eyes as I pinch my nipples, my breath catches in my throat. I nod my head to respond, words hard to come by as my mouth runs dry.

  “Tell me your nipples are hard, Caroline. Tell me it feels good to pinch your sexy fucking nipples.”

  “I like feeling my hard nipples, it feels good to pinch them,” I respond. I blush.

  Marshall captures another picture of me saying how good it feels to pinch myself.

  “Good, because I want to tug your perky fucking tits. Just looking at them makes me want to come all over them. You like making my cock hard, don’t you?”

  Justin’s mouth is ever so slightly open as if he is imagining sucking my stiff nipples and tasting my skin. I think he is in agreement with Marshall.

  Their desire makes heat pool even hotter in my belly, lust coiling my muscles and breathing over my skin.

  “Good girl. Turn back around, and take those panties off. When they are off you can turn back to us and toss them to Justin. Give him something to do while you show us how naughty you can be.”

  I again do as he says, but I take my time this time. When I am facing away from them I run my hands up and down my ass and thighs not quite hooking my thumbs on my panties to pull them down.

  “Panties, Caroline,” Marshall scolds.

  I finally slip my thumbs into the fabric and slip them off. I turn back around quickly and toss the lace to Justin.

  He snatches them from the air and brings them to his nose for a deep sniff.

  “Good girl. Now in this first picture you have your foot up on the side of the bathtub, use the bench at the end of the bed and show us your lovely slit Caroline.” Marshall continues taking pictures still with my phone.

  I put my foot up on the bench and expose my pussy to their hungry eyes.

  “Now I don’t think you need me to walk you through the next steps lovely, you start showing us how naughty you are and I will give you hints as you go.”

  I run my fingers lightly along my pussy lips feeling the warm dampness.

  Except for when Arsen walked in on me, I have never touched myself with someone watching.

  I feel nervous and excited. One finger slips inside my pussy and Marshall steps in closer with the camera phone, he kneels in front of me to get a better view. I slide a second finger in and start slowly stroking in and out.

  “You should play with your tits too. You have such lovely, sensitive nipples Caroline. Fuck yourself while you play with your tits.”

  I do as Marshall says and look over at Justin, his mouth is still open my panties held in both hands just below his face. His tongue traces his lips and I close my eyes.

  “Now later in these pictures you are on the floor, time to lay down naughty girl. Lay down and fuck yourself with three fingers.”

  I slide to the floor and add another finger to my sopping wet cunt. Marshall is standing over me still taking pictures. Sometimes he is over my face sometimes I can feel his breath against my thigh as he takes a close up picture of my fingers working my pussy.

  “Use that other hand on your clit now pretty girl, go slowly.” My hand darts down to my clit and begins quick circles my breath coming faster. I can feel myself edging towards orgasm.

  “Slowly,” corrects Marshall and I slow my hand, I slide away from coming feeling the buildup coming stronger.

  “Tell me what you are thinking about Caroline,” Marshall says quietly.

  “I am thinking about being fucked,” I gasp. “I am thinking about your cock filling my pussy, feeling your pelvis grind against my clit the way my hand is right now.”

  I put action to word and speed up my pace again.

  “Slowly,” Marshall commands, anger and desire seeping into his voice.

  I slow again.

  “I’m thinking about coming on my hand and letting Justin lick my fingers,” I open my eyes and turn my head to Justin, he lets out a low growl his eyes glowing, starving.

  “I want you to think about how sexy you look right now Caroline. Think about the pictures I am taking, think about the pictures you took all by yourself. Think about how good it feels to be that naughty, sexy woman that can make yourself come and get us rock hard watching you.”

  My legs spread even farther as he talks. A warm glow seeps into my skin and my breath is coming in gasps. I try to think about fucking myself slowly but I have lost all control.

  My fingers are deep in my pussy, my thumb now on my clit making quick circles while my other hand in above my head reaching out for Marshall.

  He steps away from my grasping, now kneeling over me capturing every moment.

  My back arches and I feel my cunt clamp hard on my hand, gushing. My eyes are wide, my mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

  “That’s right, naughty girl,” Marshall whispers.

  Justin in between my legs before I even finish coming. He gently takes my hand from my pussy and licks each of my fingers. Slowly, reverently. He inhales deeply curving his hand around my thigh to rest on my hip bone.

  “I am going to devour your naughty cunt, you delicious vixen,” he murmurs between my legs.

  I catch my breath expecting him to dive in, hard and hungry, but Justin is going to savor my pussy.

  His tongue traces the length of my slit, he groans when he reaches the wettest part sending chills up my back. My hands are spread above me, giving Marshall still armed with my phone a full view of my body and face.

  Long gentle licks shorten and focus as Justin’s nimble tongue is now flicking in and out of my cunt then striking my sensitive clit. Each flick is met with a catch in my breath.

  “Caroline, while Justin fucks you with his mouth you need to pay attention to those tits again. Show me how hard you can get your nipples.”

  I struggle to follow Marshall’s direction while Justin plays with my pussy but I try. I grab my breasts covered once again in black lace. I run my hands across them then pinch a nipple with each hand.

  “No, Caroline, I want to see how pink they are. Show the camera.” Marshall snaps another picture when I pull my breasts out of the lace cups. Justin’s begun kissing and nibbling my pussy, his lips close on my clit and he sucks on it briefly before returning his tongue to the opening of my cunt.

  “Now pinch them Caroline, pinch your nipples and flick them. I want you to make your nipple as hard as you are making my cock.” Marshall’s voice is measured, his own lust in commanding my desire evident. “Good, lovely,” he adds when I do as he says, the pleasure in his voice making it thick.

  Justin’s hands are now around each of my thighs as me pulls me closer to his mouth. His tongue darts in and out of my pussy and he uses his upper lips to tantalize my clit. My hips are pulled up and he buries himself deep between my legs.

  My own hands are still on my tits, because Marshall hasn’t told me I can stop. I open my eyes and see that he has stopped taking pictures.

  He is slowly removing his clothes. Marshall may be done being a spectator. His breathing is ragged and his eyes are glowing.

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p; I close my eyes again and let myself feel nothing but Justin. My feet are planted on the flat and my hips are tilted up to allow him full access to my pussy.

  His soft hands are massaging my ass and hips as my tongue and mouth bring me to new heights.

  The world explodes and my thighs tighten around his head. I hold him to me and hear him groan though my own gasps as I come all over his face. I slide to the ground after moments that seem like an eternity, and Justin slides a finger deep inside me to pull out and taste.

  I open my eyes again and Marshall is grabbing me under my arms. He swings me off the ground and pushes me against the wall. He kisses me hard, tongue luring mine into battle. One hand is in my hair the other raking down my body. He pulls my hair a little moving my head to the side and raining harsh kisses down my outstretched neck.

  The wall is rough on my back, the hand that was exploring my skin with calloused fingers slips between my thighs and teases me open.

  “Such a wet pussy. Tell me, naughty girl, do you want me to fuck you?” Marshall purrs in my ear. His voice is raspy.

  I nod as best I can.

  “No. You have to tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  “Fuck me, please. Marshall. Fuck me with your hard cock. Fuck my wet pussy. Fuck me like a naughty girl deserves.”

  He grabs my legs and pulls me up the wall and onto his waiting cock. Hard and throbbing.

  I gasp as his huge cock fills my wet, waiting cunt.

  He growls, deep and animalistic.

  I look into his eyes and bite my lower lip.

  He tries fucking me slowly against the wall, I can see he is trying to control himself and savor my tight wetness.

  I don’t want him to fuck me slowly and gently.

  I want him to let go.

  I gently bite his shoulder.

  He lets out another growl and claims my mouth with his. I nibble his lip, and he loses all control.

  He is fucking me hard and fast against the wall. My legs are wrapped around him, my arms around his neck. His hands are grasping at my body, the masculine calluses of his massive rough against my bare skin, making me feel swallowed up in his possession.

  “Such a naughty girl. Is this what you deserve naughty girl?”

  “Fuck yes, I deserve to be fucked hard. Fuck me so hard, Marshall.”

  Our breathing matches the pace of Marshall’s thrusting. I feel his cock deep inside me begin to pulse.

  I sink my teeth into his shoulder again, desperate for some outlet for this incredible lust swelling within me. He grabs my shoulders pulling us as close together as we can get.

  He explodes inside me as my pussy clamps down on his pulsing cock. A scream tears from my throat.

  “FUCK!”

  Marshall leans against the wall with me for a moment. My legs are still wrapped around him, as he catches his balance. After a not so short time, his cock still inside me mostly drained, cum dripping down our entwined bodies.

  He stands and walks us over to the bed. We collapse onto the bed breathless. Marshall rolls from on top of me.

  I lie spread across the bed, my fingertips trailing along Marshall’s body beside me. My body is warm and relaxed; I feel exhausted but exhilarated. Like I could sleep for a year or run a marathon, whatever comes first, after that incredible fuck.

  Justin kisses me then. When Justin kisses me he becomes all I can smell and taste. He drinks in my mouth like I am a fine wine.

  Marshall’s kisses leave me raw and aching, Justin’s leave me craving and burning. Justin’s lips taste like my pussy. I smell his aftershave, subtle nothing overpowering, mingling with my own scent. I roll my body to face him and reach to twine my hands in his hair, to pull his face to mine.

  Justin crawls down the bed kissing my body. He lingers on my breasts, taking them into his mouth and moaning with pleasure at the taste of my skin. His tongue dips into my belly button sending a rush of pleasure to my spine and through my limbs.

  When he reaches my pussy, I start to roll onto my back but he stops me. I notice while he was making his way down my body he has positioned his cock by my mouth. I look down at him and he winks back at me.

  I watch as he takes a long lick of my dripping slit, I roll my head back for a moment then match his stroke with one of my own along the length of his cock.

  Justin takes his time enjoying the flavor of my juices mixed with Marshall’s cum. He licks and flicks with his tongue, his breath is hot and quick. I also take my time with his 12 inch cock I want to claim and pleasure.

  I suck lightly on the head of his cock, swirling the pre-cum with my tongue savoring the salty stickiness. I run my tongue along the length of it, feeling the smooth skin and the veins. I feel bold and lick down the center of his balls, he pauses a moment breath speeding again before he darts his magical tongue inside me again to spin my insides up with desire.

  I make my way around his cock and, now emboldened, his balls. Tasting the difference in his skin, I enjoy the musky scent and taste. I suck and lick, taking in as much of his cock, then his balls into my mouth as I can.

  Justin matches my intensity. He is licking my pussy, sucking on my lips and my clit with an unrelenting fervor that I meet with my cocksucking. I feel devoured as I am devouring him.

  I want to use my hands as well as my mouth, so I push Justin onto his back and straddle his face.

  He chuckles low then gasps as I slide my throat over his cock, and deeply inhale as I manage to take the considerable length all the way down.

  I grind my pussy down on his lips and he fucks me with his long nimble tongue.

  I feel his cock harden more, pulsing. I can feel him groaning and growling against my pussy. He comes, I slide my mouth away and use my hand to help him along. His cum sprays into my mouth and all over my face. His cum tastes strong and deep, salty and male.

  I pull my cunt from his lips and he whimpers, like I took his favorite treat away. I turn and lay on top of his to kiss him deeply. His tongue swirls in my mouth mixing my musky feminine taste with his salty cum.

  We kiss franticly, savoring the taste of pleasure. I start to feel his cock twitch again, he might be up for another round soon.

  When I finally roll away from Justin’s delicious lips. I notice Marshall is no longer lying beside us. I look around for him, but he is standing at the bedside table.

  “Did you come again, Caroline?” he asks in a calm tone. He has regained the control he lost while fucking me. It turns me on as much as the way he abandons control when he desires me. I like seeing equal and opposite sides of these incredible men.

  “No,” I admit. I enjoying the taste of Justin so much I hadn’t even thought about coming.

  “Well, since you have tired us both out, how about another little show, naughty girl?”

  He opens the drawer of the nightstand and pulls out a slender white object. I don’t think that was there last night.

  It is long and pearlescent with a pink dial and two buttons at the base. Marshall pushes one of the buttons then rotates the dial, the object comes to life and begins a low humming.

  “I’ve never used a vibrator before.” I stare at it in awe. I have never been brave enough to go out and actually buy one for myself.

  “Well, now is a good time to start.”

  Marshall lays back down next to me and kisses me gently while maneuvering the vibrator between my legs and brushing it against my clit.

  I gasp against his mouth and my eyes widen. “You like that don’t you?” he whispers, “Take it, I’ll help you.”

  When I grasp the vibrator my fingers slip on the dial and the humming increases, right against my aching clit.

  I yelp at the increased sensation, both men laugh at me. I turn it off and try to hand it back to Marshall.

  “No darling, sorry, that yelp was just too precious. You are going to fuck yourself with that little vibrator.” His eyes hold me in place, and if I had even an ounce of hesistance within me, it would be erased at that s
ight.

  “Justin and I are going to watch you do it and we are going to enjoy every minute of you making yourself come with a vibrator. Now turn it back on, but keep the setting low for now.”

  I do what Marshall says. I turn it on the lowest setting I can and place it against my clit again. It feels wonderful, after a moment I can feel a flush creep across my chest. It’s not as nice as Justin’s tongue flicking my clit, or a hard cock filling my pussy but if it is what Marshall wants I will try it out.

  “Move it around, Caroline. Fuck yourself how you want to be fucked. I bet you want to see how that feels inside your cunt don’t you?”

  I take a deep breath, listening to Marshall’s encouragement like before. I take the vibrator away from my clit and use it to tease my pussy lips open.

  Feeling the slick vibrating plastic against my lips distracts me from my goal of putting it inside myself. I run the vibrating length up and down my pussy, letting myself focus on my clit for a moment then tease my up and down my slit with just the vibrating point.

  “You can use your other hand also, Caroline,” Marshall whispers.

  I do. I feel my own soft skin with my other hand, running it along my torso and across my hardened nipples. I move the vibrator back to my clit and slip my own fingers into my cunt for a moment.

  Pulling them out, I then decide on sliding them into Justin’s mouth.

  He sucks softly on my fingers then I pull them away and drag them down Marshall’s body lying next to me and wrap them around his growing cock.

  I finally let the smooth white plastic slide home into my dripping cunt. My eyes widen and my back arches slightly.

  It is smaller than any of my sinner’s cocks, but the vibrations are something completely new. I feel them pulsing up my body. My free hand grasping Marshall’s cock squeezes in instinctual reaction, and he chuckles.

  “Naughty girls like fucking themselves, don’t they Caroline? Turn it up a little, then fuck yourself with it, slow and steady now, angel.”

  I keep obeying; it feels good to obey and he orders me to do things that feel incredible. I am almost afraid to turn up the vibrations but I’m also excited. I turn the dial and the whole thing speeds up sending vibrations through my whole body.