The BBQ – Chapter 2
Amelia sensed she was in trouble – she had seen the two men team up before. These two obviously had a plan and she knew she would be required to obey. With heightened apprehension and a rapidly growing, burning desire, she mentally prepared herself for what was to come.
Rich moved his hands down her throat, to her breast and eagerly began pinching and twisting both nipples between his nimble fingers. Professor grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked her head backwards and began ravaging her neck with his hot, wet mouth. Soon hands were moving over every inch of her body, rubbing, pulling, pinching, spanking and caressing as Amelia tried desperately to catch her breath.
Abruptly, Rich stepped back from her. He unbuckled his jeans, pulled his belt free of their loops and removed his pants, so he was standing, fully erect in front of Amelia. In one swift motion, Professor, still with a handful of her hair, spun her around to face him. She hadn’t noticed that he had removed his pants while she was distracted by Richard’s striptease. He forcefully pushed her head down, bending her at the waist and her mouth automatically opened and accepted his fully erect cock into her hungry throat. Suddenly, she felt the biting sting of Rich’ belt making contact with her exposed ass. SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! They came quickly, one after the other, and her pussy became wetter with each hit.
Amelia was jerked up to a standing position, so she was looking Professor directly in his blackened eyes. A wicked smile grew across his lips and he growled, “Are you ready, Baby?”
With her head swimming and not knowing exactly what was coming next, she replied in her soft, submissive voice, “Yes, Sir.”
Again, he spun her around by the hair and she could see Richard stretched out on the bed, cock hard and presented for her attention. Professor ordered her, “Get on your knees, Slut.” She climbed on the edge of the bed, with her ass and pussy fully open and presented for his inspection and approval. After taking his free hand and caressing her ass, he growled “Now, suck his cock you little Cock Slut!” as he pushed her head down to take Rich fully into her hungry mouth. Professor maintained full control of her head as he moved it up and down, making sure her mouth took the full length of his shaft, pushing down until she gagged as his cock pounded the back of her throat. She gasped for air in between retching gags. “You take that cock, slut,” he said as he handed Amelia’s hair off to Rich’ control.
Richard continued the assault on her throat, as she drooled, spit and gagged on his cock. Professor began ramming his hardness into her dripping wet pussy. With every violent thrust penetrating deep inside, her desire for air became more and more frantic.
Without the slightest warning, everything suddenly stopped. Amelia found herself alone and in the fetal position on the bed, sweaty, used, unsatisfied and gasping for breath. Both men stood up and began getting dressed.
“What the FUCK are you doing?” came spitting from her saliva dripping lips.
Professor leaned over the edge of the bed, kissed her lightly on the forehead and said, “Oh sweetheart, I invited Rich to come to our party and to come and enjoy you. He’s my guest. You had BETTER watch your tone when speaking to us, or you WILL be punished. Be prepared, my darling, this is just the beginning. You need to finish getting ready now, as the other guests will be arriving any time.” And he threaded his hand into her hair, gave one last tug, and the two men walked out of the room.
To be continued…