Four dominant males, one female submissive

“You know, taking your shirt off would be even more effective at distracting Tim,” Scott said to his girlfriend, a grin on his face, and everyone at the table glanced directly at Sheila’s loose, low-cut top as she leaned over the table. Sheila blushed & sat up.

“You got me,” she giggled, shimmying a bit in her chair. “I absolutely planned to distract y’all and win. Girl wants a new pair of shoes!”

“Well,” Scott insisted, “cleavage might distract us,” emphasizing the word “might”, “but skin definitely would.”

Joe didn’t realize that he had placed his cards, face-up, back on the table, as the four sets of male eyes all focused on Sheila.

And that loose, low-cut shirt was suddenly on the floor.

Henry’s jaw dropped. “I’m…I’m so glad I didn’t blow tonight off,” he stammered.

Scott smiled and reached a finger out to his girlfriend’s cheek. “That’s quite the bra to select, my dear. Why, it’s almost as if you wanted everyone to see it.” And his finger traced down her cheek, down her neck, and over to a strap.

“In fact,” he continued, “I think you wanted everyone to see a good bit more,” and his finger slipped under the bra strap and he let it slip over her shoulder.

“You might just be right, loverboy,” she responded and stood. Smiling, she reached behind her back and unclasped the undergarment, letting it fall to the floor over her shirt. Joe, Henry, and Tim stared stupidly.

Scott stood and kissed her, deep, pulling her into an embrace.

Sheila’s reached out with her right hand, finding Joe’s, and pulled him to his feet. She guided his hand to her left breast, and Scott cupped her right.

Tim chimed in “are we sure we want to be doing this?” staring at the scene from his seat at the poker table.

Scott responded “get up here and feel between her legs, I think you’ll see she wants this,” but before Tim could respond, Henry stood.
Tim and Scott moved to the side, allowing Henry access to her body. He reached his hand under her skirt, lifting it before pressing his hand against her underwear.

“Wow, she’s wet,” he responded, pressing his fingers against her sex.

She let out a moan and gyrated her hips against his hand.

Joe started fumbling with his belt. “The pornos always make getting undressed look so easy,” he remarked, tripping to the ground while attempting to step out of his jeans.

Sheila broke from her beau’s kiss, laughing, and walked over to the couch before slipping her panties off with grace. “Maybe it’s just best if you’re not a bull in a china shop, killer.” With that, she hiked her skirt about her waist, sat down, and spread her legs. “Come here,” and Joe walked over, knelt between her legs, and thrust into her.

Sheila sighed and wrapped her legs around him.

“You know, Tim,” Scott said, looking at his friend who seemed beyond dumbfounded at the turn of events, “Sheila has many talents.” And in response, Sheila turned to the diminutive friend and licked her lips before thrusting her hips hard against Joe’s hips.

“Holy shit,” Joe exclaimed and grabbed onto her waist. He came, hard and unexpectedly.

“Lots of talents,” Scott said, nodding at Henry, who started undressing, himself.

Tim walked over and Sheila reached out, taking his cock into her mouth.

“Wait, let’s re-position,” she said, a second later, and hopped onto her hands and knees before taking Tim’s cock into her mouth once again.

Henry placed himself behind her, and they completed the Eiffel Tower, Henry fucking her doggy-style while Sheila showed-off her oral skills.

Sheila let Tim’s cock slide out of her mouth as she gasped, throwing her hips back against Henry. Henry’s orgasm came in response to hers, and he slipped out of her as she went back to sucking the cock in front of her face.

Scott, still fully dressed, walked behind his lover and spread her pussy lips. “Wow, you guys really stretched her out,” he remarked. Sheila moaned at the comment, still sucking Tim.

“You know, quick shooters,” Scott announced to his friends, “I don’t know if She-she has ever had a night this tender since we’ve been together.”

His friends looked at him, bewildered.

Sheila shook her ass as much as she could as she continued going down on their other friend.

Scott spanked her.

Sheila dropped the cock from her mouth and let out a yelp.

Henry adopted a look of pure joy and started to spank her.

Joe grabbed her left breast and squeezed.

Sheila squealed, cock in her mouth, and Tim threw his head back.

Sheila swallowed as the barrage on her ass and breast stopped.

“Well, wasn’t this fun,” Sheila explained, licking her lips as she dropped to the couch.

“Do we want to play cards?,” Scott asked, leaving the pretzel of bodies and returning to the card table to shuffle.

“Fuck poker,” Tim exclaimed, still out of breath. “Not a way in hell I’ll be able to do anything now,” and he started putting on his clothes.

Joe and Henry followed suit.

“Well, guys, we should do this again,” Sheila exclaimed, still topless, smiling at them before waving them goodbye.

Joe, Henry, and Tim each walked out.

“I can’t help but notice that bulge in your pants, sir,” chimed in Sheila after the other guys left the room. “I think I just might be able to take care of that.” And she stood, bent over the sofa, flipped her skirt up to reveal her ass, and reached back with both hands, spreading her cheeks.

Scott took his time undressing, walked over to her, placed his fingers into her pussy before placing two fingers into her asshole.

Again, Sheila moaned.

And then he pressed his cock into her.

She grunted and then squealed as he pulled back on her hair.

He came, pressing himself as deeply into her as he could.

Their bodies came to rest. He let go of her hair.

“Well, this sure was a fun evening,” he said, falling out of her.

“Next time, please, tie me up? And maybe start off with the spankings?”

“Of course, my pet. Of course.”