John smiles with relief and confirmation. His finger moves from under her chin to stroke her lip softly, making Elsie’s lips part as a sigh escapes. “There is one thing we’ve got to have, Elsie,” he tells her, his voice husky.
“What is it,” her words are spoken on a low moan.
“You. Completely,” he continues as her tongue reaches out to flick his finger, needing to taste him and have him on her tongue. “Everything. Nothing held back, give yourself to us, Angel. Can you do that?”
“Take me, I’m yours,” Elsie whispers.
John’s hand moves to clasp her jaw pulling her mouth to meet his, kissing her rough and deep, consuming her, demanding she open her mouth to him, with his tongue. Brian’s hands grasp her upper arms and he buries his face in the curve of her neck, licking, biting, kissing and sucking on her pale flesh. A shudder runs through Elsie’s body at the sudden onslaught of sensations. Two mouths, two tongues lavishing her, stroking her, feeding her flames.
John’s hand reaches down to tug at the bow on Elsie’s corset, loosening the laces. Brian’s hands move to slide up the backs of Elsie’s thighs, over the curves of her cheeks then down inside her pantyhose, to cup the round globes.
“Lift your arms up, Angel,” John directs her.
Elsie stiffens a little. Both men’s hands falter for a fraction of a second sensing her reaction.
“It’s ok, Angel, sshhh, lift your arms Baby Girl,” John reassures her softly, taking her face in both of his big hands as he looks deeply into her eyes.
He can see uncertainty and fear there. His eyes wrinkle slightly with the tiniest smile and a brief nod of his head in reassurance. Her hands slowly lift over her head and he lowers his lips to hers. He reaches down and pulls her dress up and over her head. Brian crouches behind her, pulsing her hose slowly down her legs, kissing her skin as it is unveiled to him. His hands mold to the curves of her thighs, moving and sliding down the insides and the front of the soft skin of her legs.
Elsie can’t help the apprehension she feels at being naked and exposed to them. She can feel every bump, from every scar, on the fronts of her thighs, as Brian’s hands pass over them, each time he slides over one an alarm sounds in her mind. She lowers her face and waits for one of them to say something about her hideousness.
“Look at me, Angel,” John demands, firmly yet gently.
Elsie raises her head hesitantly and their eyes meet. The intensity she sees in his gaze makes her breathless.
“I have wanted you for so long, Angel. You are the most stunning creature I have ever laid eyes on. Know that, feel it in your soul, Elsie,” John says before he crushes her mouth in a searing kiss.
His tongue is stripping away her fear with each stroke and each caress, leaving only the yearning he and Brian have awakened in her. When he releases her Elsie sways on her feet, weak from the power of his kiss.
“Brian, lay Elsie on the table, it’s time for us to have our feast,” John says with a devilish grin tugging his lips.
“Gladly,” Brian answers him with a smile in his voice. “But first I need to take care of this,” he says from behind her, before lowering his lips to her shoulders and unlatching her red satin bra. His lips push the strips of fabric off her shoulders, then down her arms, as his hands guide her matching thong over her hips. When the thong reaches her ankles she steps out of it as the tip of Brian’s fingers begin the trace the red heart tattoo on the base of her neck. His tongue follows his touch, drawing wet outlines around the shape. One of his fingertips moves to trace the curves under her ass cheeks and up the center as the other begins to circle around her pebbled nipples.
John is taking his clothes off as he’s watching his friend stir the embers of Elsie’s fire. His dick is yelling at him to let him come out and play. He can’t resist the urge to bend and suck the nipple, that Brian has grasped between his thumb and finger, and he flicks his tongue against the hardened tip. Elsie sucks in a gasp between clenched teeth. John grabs the tip between his teeth and continues to assault it with his tongue.
“Yes,” she groans and pushes her breast into Brian’s hand and John’s mouth as her legs spread a little more of their own accord.
“Get her on the table, Brian, I can’t wait any fucking longer,” he growls.
Brian sweeps Elsie into his arms in one fluid motion, laying her gently on the end of the table with her head hanging off one side and her ass at the edge of the other. She lifts her feet and places them on the table’s edge. She brings her arms over her head and lays them criss crossed above her. Her bald sex is peeking out at them from between her slightly parted thighs and her back arches pushing her breasts out at them.
“Look at how beautiful she is, John, all wet and silky,” Brian says as he begins to pull off his clothes.
John is naked, his massive erection, with the two silver piercings, is standing straight up in front of him the head shiny with pre-cum. He moves slowly towards the side of the table where Elsie’s head is at, stroking his hands down the inside of her thigh, through her wet folds, over her flat stomach and then circling her nipple as he finally comes to stand at the side of her head.
“I want to taste you,” she whispers quietly as her thighs squeeze together seeking the release she is in so desperate need of.
He takes her nipple between
