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So they say dreams can come true, and here was I, living my wildest, wettest one, pressed up against Shaun’s glass door for the edification of a crowd of men, but they were hazy.

I couldn’t focus on them as Shaun’s lips did exactly as he’d said—kissing his way up between my slick covered thighs until he got to the good stuff.

My nails scratched against the glass as I felt his fingers dig into my hips, as his tongue swiped along the length of my seam, catching every damn sensitive spot along the way, only to go back for more.

And them? They became a faceless group of men, only the shining green of their eyes standing out, that and the hot, hot sensation of many eyes on me.

And that was what I wanted, what I’d always wanted.

Something settled inside me that had been fractious for so long, I’d just learned to live with it.

I preened under the attention, the feel of Shaun between my legs, my eyes dropped down as I looked at him, stroking my hand through his hair.

He pulled away for a minute, making a small sound escape me, his face shining with my slick.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he rasped out, and I wanted to hear more of that so, so much. Those words were the water I really needed, seeping into the parched earth of my soul and bringing it back to life.

And wasn’t that frightening?

But my body, my heat, had other ideas, a red-hot haze falling over my mind, and it was that which made me smile cruelly, grabbing his head and bringing him back to where I needed him.

“That’s it,” he mumbled. “Use me.”

Those last two words pricked at me, a reminder of something I needed to see to after this, but not now.

There was only the mobile flicker of his tongue, the rough probe of his fingers, the feel of him opening me up, readying me for the cock I craved, and as he did so, my eyes speared through the glass.

It felt awfully disloyal, but as he pushed his fingers deeper, my mind raced ahead.

I stared into the crowd beyond, separated by this thin barrier, and couldn’t help but imagine.

What if Shaun were prepping me for him and all those others lined up around the house?

What if the relatively tame jostling amongst the men became something much harder, more vicious?

What if they fought between themselves for the honour of becoming second, third, fourth?

I panted as Shaun curled his fingers up, pressing on that aching spot inside me, making me squirm.

His lips fastened around my clit and wouldn’t let go, drawing me into his mouth in long rolling sucks that made my eyelids flutter.

And my cunt too. I was clenching down around his fingers with growing rapidity, my body tightening, readying itself for what was to come—me. Shaun let out low groans of appreciation, muffled by me, and when I looked down, he’d fished out his cock, stroking it from root to tip in long movements.

“In me,” I gasped out, his fingers pushing deeper, hitting that spot over and over. “I need you in me.”

He pulled away with a pop and said, “Come first. Snap down around my fingers, suck them deep, and then I’ll give you everything I’ve got. Let them rue the day it was me that walked into that truck stop, not them.”

I couldn’t reply, my eyes boring into his as he kept stroking in and out of me, making my thighs shake with the effort, but when my mouth fell open, my breath coming in short pants, he moved closer, sucking my clit in earnest now.

And they saw it, all of them, the sweaty mess I’d become, the weird Goofy face I made as I was pushed higher and higher by a kind of pleasure I’d never known the like of.

This was a sanctuary, one where I could come on the face of one man while others watched on, stroking their cocks in time with my moans, fulfilling something I’d wanted and needed for so long.

People always called me greedy. The point of ‘having enough’ always came later for me than the people around me.

I’d always wanted more—more cake, more booze, more fun, more laughs, and fuck, more sex.

Coming just made me want to chase more of that, even though I found that difficult to achieve a lot of the time, but right now, I felt like I was experiencing what came naturally for others—satisfaction.

That tremendous feeling of pleasure, unmarred by anything and anyone rushed over me, my heat flaring hot, then hotter as my orgasm hit me.

I screeched something unladylike, but that was drowned out by the guttural roar from beyond the glass, as if the men were cheering me on or something.

The waves were still washing through me as Shaun pulled away, getting to his feet, then covering my back with his body.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, nice and deep, and you’re gonna come all over my cock. You want that, Bec?”

Fuck yes, I did, fuck yes, but I was incapable of saying that many words, so I just grunted out my agreement.

“Goddess, this fucking pussy…” he mumbled to himself as he tilted my hips backwards, then rubbed the head along my seam, saturating himself with me.

“Shaun, I need?—”

“I know. I got you. Just don’t want to hurt you.”

And I got it. Really, I did. He was thick, so gloriously thick, and the need to feel that stretch inside me burned like fire, so I ignored his attempts to take it easy on him, pushing back, sheathing his cock deep, the resulting burn just making me twitch wildly.

“Fuck!” Hands slapped down on my shoulders.

“You’re gonna make me blow like a young idiot.

” I moved my body as far as I could, working myself on his cock until his hands went to my hips, fingers digging in when I persisted on moving.

“You’re a goddess, so let me worship you with everything I’ve got.

” He moved slowly, long dicking me in this excruciatingly intense motion.

It made me slow down, ignore the heated tide in my blood, and feel him.

Feel them.

They moved their hands in an imitation of Shaun’s strokes, like they were imagining themselves in the same position, that it was my cunt squeezing them tight, not their hands.

“Feel it,” he said, as if reading my mind. “Feel all of it. Feel everything I have to give you and everything they want to. This is your due, your right as one of us, as someone precious?—”

“You gotta stop with that,” I said, my voice shaky. “I can’t take too much soft talk like that. At some point, I have to leave, go back to my life.”

That made him still, right as he was buried as far as he could go, the rapid pulse of our bodies punctuating the quiet. A hand rubbed my hip, a small gentle gesture.

“If that’s the case, then we better make the most of the time we have with you here.

” A hand slid up and down my spine, making me arch into it.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, as hard and deep as I can until you come, until I come, and I’m betting your audience does too.

So that if you can bring yourself to leave us, you’ll feel me and see us in your mind long after you’re gone, because I’ll feel you. ”

Strong arms went around me, skin to skin, his hips moving now and me with him.

Fuck, he was right—I would feel him and this forever, because nothing felt more right.

He found my G-spot with every thrust, making stroking my clit almost irrelevant, but I did it anyway.

To string this out, drag the most pleasure from every pulse of our hips, because the men outside followed my every move, watching my fingers shift, as if memorising what I liked.

I teased the hood back and forth, not able to take direct stimulation, getting faster, firmer, and Shaun let out a guttural groan as I tightened and twitched around him.

“Fuck… Fuck… Tell me you’re gonna come.”

I was, the prickle of it in the base of my spine like a storm ready to break, but I held it off by sheer force of will.

Like I said, I was greedy. So as I looked out the glass, scanning the group, glorying in every clenched fist, popped vein, and long, hard, thick cock, my eyes had to come to rest somewhere, and they did. On him.

Ethan’s smile had faltered somewhat, but as soon as I met those green hazel eyes, it returned.

Slow, sensual, it promised me a whole lot of delights, for a moment making me see and feel, his hands on me, his dick inside me, but that didn’t shove Shaun out.

Maybe they took turns, each sinking deep before pulling out for the other.

Maybe one teased my arsehole open, slowly and patiently, as the other boiled to fill me with cum, pushing lubed finger after lubed finger into me, ready to replace fingers with his cock.

And what a cock it was. So fucking thick, the head was almost dwarfed by the shaft, his hand moving so slowly, he drew attention to every considerable inch of it.

Not him in my arse then, though… His eyes drew me back to his face, flaring bright green, his smile replaced now by a smouldering intensity, his gaze spearing in as hard as Shaun.

Now he had my attention, he went to work, matching Shaun’s pace stroke for stroke, timing everything precisely.

As I was dragged inexorably towards the point of no return, he was there with me, a weird intimacy forged between us.

I felt Shaun, heard his groans, and took them as my due, felt his hands, his ragged pace that was beginning to become erratic.

Then there was that expansive bloom of pleasure building, building inside me, spiking hard when I saw Ethan’s mouth drop open.

Shaun was right—they did come when I did, catching every jerk, every twitch of my body, my eyelids closing as I fought to contain it. Shaun’s cum shot inside me right as Ethan’s erupted in a milky foam, covering the grass with his seed, and I felt every shot of it.

Shaun’s lips went to the back of my neck, the room now filled with our noisy gasps and the sounds of the men losing their shit beyond the glass door, but they didn’t drown him out.

He could’ve just used my overheated state to jerk himself off inside me, over and over, but Shaun’s arms tightened around me as he murmured sweet nothing words, while we both came plummeting back to earth.

Which left me standing naked in front of a group of men I didn’t know.

When he felt me stiffen, he didn’t hide me away. Instead, one hand blindly sought the door handle, sliding it open a crack, removing the barrier between the lot of us.

“Fuuuck…” one man groaned, the rumble from my audience echoing that, and I fought the urge to curtsey. I should’ve been ashamed, felt the cold hard slap of reality, but while shit was a lot less heated, I saw no censure on the men’s faces, just open, blatant appreciation.

“We can have a showing,” Shaun told me. “There’s a special room for it. Every single man who’s interested?—”

“Yeah, we’re interested,” one all but growled.

“—can present himself to you. You can choose who you want, who you want to spend your heat with, as many as you like for as long as you like.”

I struggled, with his words, with the men’s frank inspection of me, for the free and easy way they all had with this.

“Really? I feel like a kid in a candy store,” I replied.

“Except we’re really keen to be the ones doing the licking,” Ethan said. “Say yes, love, and any man you pick will make it his life’s mission to make you feel like a queen.”

And everyone knew it was good to be queen. I smiled and said the only thing I could.

“Yes.”