u/Curious_Hexagon

"Oh no you don't! You're not getting off that easy!" Silas caught my dirty blonde boyfriend in a headlock as all five friends piled into our suite at the lavish lakeside resort.

Logan chimed in, "Takes more than a few shots and a little manhandling to get this one off! Right, Sheli?"

"Fuck knows why... I might get off just looking at her..." Digger muttered loud enough for me to hear.

I let my face fall into disgust as my oasis was overrun by a herd of belligerent bachelor bison. It was immediate mayhem. One of them shook off his suit jacket in the corner and left it in a crumpled mess. Another fell onto the sofa in a wallow, flipping his massive shoulders back and forth into the cushions. Two more began grazing on my snacks and cracking the beers we'd left in the fridge.

Jett promised it would be just the two of us tonight and I had just spent fifteen hours dealing with his sister's fancy ass wedding!

*I. was. over. it.*

The only other thing that needed doing was me. No amount of canapés or champagne would be enough to deal with this chaos. My head was spinning and my feet ached and these men were *ruining* my last few hours of extravagance.

"What's wrong with your face, Seashell? You having a hard time handling all this man candy?" Silas flexed against the fabric of his dress shirt.

I stared at the ceiling... trying to look annoyed... trying not to look turned on. These were my man's friends after all. Or the friends of his friends? I'd lost track after the first hundred introductions. The truth was that Silas looked good. They all did. I was horny and becoming increasingly annoyed... a deadly combo.

"Jetty beans, I need to get out of this dress. Will you come help me in the bedroom?" I whined in my most annoying tone. He hated the tone more than he hated the nickname.

Laughter echoed from the main room and I could feel Jett's embarrassment right away. I love making him mad. He always does such dirty things to me when he's mad... I slipped around Silas and went into the bedroom, kicking my heels off halfway down the hall. Jett wasn't more than a second behind me. Barging in and locking the door, he tore off his suit jacket and tossed it on the dresser.

Without a word he took my blushing face in his hands and kissed me deeply. His body moved against mine, pushing me into the wall and forcing my legs apart with his thigh. Kisses fell on my cheeks and my neck, on my shoulders and back to my lips. My thick blonde hair was gathered gently in his hand, pulled this way and that so he could reach every speck between my ears and my collar bone. He was being so... sweet? Nowhere near mad enough.

"Did you see Silas flexing for me?" I teased. "Maybe he can give you a few pointers on your bicep curls."

Teeth nipped at my earlobe, but Jett wasn't phased. He kissed the spot that drives me wild and slid his hands around my back, unzipping my dress with careful movements.

"And that one with the stupid nickname? He said just looking at me made him wan-"

"Digger likes to watch."

I giggled.

Jett didn't.

His face was all business as he pulled one strap over my bare shoulder and then the other. In a whisper my dress fell to the floor and I stood nearly naked in front of him. Still no reaction. My hands reached for his collar and I began to loosen his tie, searching his eyes for answers. His heart was *pounding...*

As the knot came loose he caught my hands in his and took a small step back. "Jett?" I held fast to my bratty tone. "You're acting weird. Is it because you don't think I can be quiet? I promise I can, baby! Or maybe let's just use this pretty silk tie as a pretty silk gag, yeah?"

I tried pulling away from his grip so I could go back to taking off his clothes, but he wouldn't budge.

"Sheli, I need to ask you something."

"As long as it's dirty," I smiled, trying like hell to keep things flirtatious between us.

"Only the dirtiest thing I've ever asked you," the corner of his lip curled into a smirk.

*Oh fuck.* He was being serious.

Jett released my hands and guided me to the edge of the bed. He sat me down on the mattress and settled on one knee so we were eye level with one another. My tummy flipped with anxiety. He better not be...

"Remember that thing you said last week about wishing you could make all my fantasies come true?"

I nodded. I remembered. And what did that have to do with being down on one knee... exactly? My eye was about to start twitching.

"Well... I've always wanted to see my girl... uh... airtight?" he flinched.

I paused for one second too long.

"I'm not saying our sex life isn't amazing, babe. Really! I just... we did that thing last week where you-"

Jett was trying to convince me. I didn't need convincing, I needed clarity.

"I've told you I'm down for a threesome, Za-" Notoriously bad at math, I made the calculation in record time. "Hang on a minute! *All of those jokers?!"*

My mirage of anxiety was replaced with a zoetrope of curiosity and the anger I'd felt just seconds ago became instant excitement. Would that big one put a dent in me just like he'd put a dent in the sofa? Would the two that raided the kitchen chug down my dripping cum like the beer they'd stolen?

"I've been thinking about this for a long time, Sheli. These guys are the only ones I trust. They're clean. They're kind. We'll take really good care of you, babe."

Again, I didn't need convincing, but the look on his face expected an answer. He could sweat for one more second...

With tantalizing slowness I pulled the short end of his tie through the knot and slipped it slowly off his neck.

"If it's something you've always wanted... how could I say no?"

Whatever breath Jett had left his chest and in an instant he unfastened the clasp on my strapless bra and pulled it away, revealing my tanned mounds and perfectly kissable nipples. He stared shamelessly as he gathered his tie around my wrists, knotting them at the bottom of a long loop.

He sighed, smiling, before wrenching me to my feet by the binding. I gasped and my ribs flared as he forced me back against the closet.

"Jett!"

He kissed me again... this time to shut me up. His lips were still soft on mine but he held my face in one hand, squishing my cheeks together till I was puckered like a fish. I felt a tug on my bindings then his other hand slid down my arm, his thumb grazing my cheekbone before exploring fingertips found my beaded nipples. When his lips left mine I looked up to see what he'd done. The tie was hooked around a notch in the bi-fold door. He'd secured it far out of my reach and there was no way I could loosen it.

"Be a good girl for Digger," Jett pulled on my nipple and then slid his finger down between my pussy lips, making me squeak and moan in turn. "He'll bring you to me once I've got the boys set."

His fingertip slid across my clit as he brought it to his mouth, tasting my pearly essence on his eager tongue. Before I could ask him what exactly being "good" entailed he turned his back on me, unlocking the bedroom and walking out into the hallway.

The next face I would see would be Digger's...

More excitement echoed as Jett took a moment to congratulate himself to the room. The groaning, devilish sounds I heard from his friends made my clit ache. Was I really about to do this? Had Jett really thought this through? And exactly how many holes did this boyfriend of mine think I had!?

Just as my chest was starting to tighten-

"Well, well, well... Jett wasn't kidding when he said you were ready. Usually they take more... persuasion."

Digger paused in the doorway. Scratch that, he *was* the doorway... Thick shoulders and a sharp jaw blocked out nearly all the light. My arms pulled against the tether but I had nowhere to go. I could only take deep, measured breaths, motions that drew his glittering eyes along the soft lines of my body. I realized that Jett was right... Digger does like to watch. Shivers ran along my spine as his too-square jaw flexed, his tongue clicking sharply behind that heavy moustache.

I felt electric being on display like this. He could do anything he wanted...

"I trust Jett," I steadied myself.

Digger chuckled and came closer, unbuttoning his shirt to a blanket of dark chest hair that tapered down to his waistband. His pecs were nearly as square as his jaw and they stretched into rectangles as he sighed heavily.

"Cute."

Tossing his shirt onto the bed behind him he faced me just within arm's reach. I hadn't been touched by anyone but Jett in a long while... and the look in Digger's eyes said he wanted to do a lot more than touch. Used to my boyfriend's more reserved body language, the way this unknown man before me tensed and rippled made my breath go shallow.

"He said he had to get the boys set," I swallowed hard. "So... what does that make you?"

Amusement softened his face, changing the dark lines of his moustache and eyebrows. "Consider me your last chance," he soothed, bringing his hands slowly to his buckle.

In a quick motion Digger's dark leather belt hit the floor along with his slacks and boxers. He was as naked as I was. A few odd tattoos ran along the sides of his thighs... but I wasn't paying attention to those shapes. The only shape I could see was the outline of his *gigantic* cock. My lips popped open and I prayed that he wasn't a grower. I felt my body roll shamelessly with desire.

"Safe word is Nickelback. Don't ask me why." Digger looked me up and down with an almost pained look on his face. I wanted to promise him that I wouldn't say the safe word just to make his eyebrows soften again, but I had no idea if I'd even be myself by the end of the night.

He groaned and spoke under his breath, his hands hesitating in midair for a brief second before meeting my hips. His eyes scanned mine and he leaned down as if to kiss me, but he dropped to his knees instead. Muscled arms wrapped around my thighs and I swore I heard him whisper that a "quick taste never hurt anyone" before his tongue slipped between my pussy lips.

I knew it was against Jett's rules... It must have been... but I didn't care. I couldn't think about anything other than the way Digger drew what felt like hieroglyphics on my aching clit.

And then he stopped.

"Do you have any questions or are you ready to see Jett?" He wiped his moustache with the back of his hand.

"Ah... heh."

It wasn't much of an answer

Digger took my awkward silence and guppy-faced stare as a considerable lack of questions on my part and stood up slowly. I felt the warmth of his body as he reached all the way up with one arm, supporting me with the other and unhooking the pretty silk tie from the crook in the door. My arms sprang against my chest like rubber bands but Digger held the tether, pulling down till his stiffened erection brushed loosely against my hands. I welcomed it maybe more than I should've, caressing him playfully... His breath caught and he took a step back with a warning across his brow. He took another, then another, bringing the silk binding to his chest and pulling me forcibly along with him.

My eyes were locked on Digger's as he dragged me from the bedroom like a concubine...

"There she is."

There he was.

I found my boyfriend in the center of the room, his cock stiffening as I moved closer. My feet moved towards him and the anxiety in my chest melted away. I've never been able to get enough of that... watching Jett get hard at just the sight of me.

My eyes wanted to be greedy, they wanted a closer look, but we weren't alone in this room. Silas, tall and cut, stood just behind Jett at the windowsill. He was leaning against the drawn shades with both hands tucked behind his shaved head. To their left sat Logan who wasn't much taller than me and a younger guy with curly brown hair who's name I didn't know. Logan's arm was around the other's shoulders so casually... his fingertips playing with one of the springy auburn coils.

Plus Digger made five. Five men.

I eyed Jett but his grin was impervious...

"Well done, Diggy," Silas smiled.

The big man huffed and pulled me against his chest. I crumpled into him and he lifted my feet off the floor, moving us towards the sofa. I tried to glare at him, musing whether he got his nickname from being such a damn bulldozer. I let out a squeak as he fell into the cushions with me on top of him, my knees at his sides; his cock flattening against my belly.

"Since you've already had a little time with Digger," Jett said, "He gets to be the chair."

The other men moved around the room and my chest began to flush with desire.

Fuck... This was really happening...

"You just let me know when you're ready to lift these hips up, baby girl," Digger whispered.

I would've told him to fuck me right then and there. I would've begged for it... but when I opened my lips no words came out. Jett and Silas stood behind the couch while Logan and the other appeared kneeling on either side of me. Every cock was within reach and my eyes flickered back and forth between them.

"Fuck, Sheli, are you drooling?" Silas ran his hand along my cheek.

My tinsel lips must have been too much for him... Long fingers tangled in my hair while he brought his cock close enough for me to taste. Digger stirred between my thighs as I met Silas, kissing away his pre-cum obediently. I looked up to that same arrogant smile he always had, swearing to wipe it from his face before the night was through.

"Get that dick nice and wet, Seashell," Silas sighed, "Your ass is mine tonight."

His fingertips tensed behind my head and I followed the tug, taking as much of him down my throat as I could... But there was too much. His cock was longer than I expected, his tip fatter than I could swallow.

I looked at Jett to the left. Was he really gonna let Silas fuck my ass with this?

Jett's expression was pure bliss.

The way my man looked at me in that moment, doing my best to deepthroat his friend's cock, changed everything for us. It was a level of admiration I had never, ever seen on his face before... His eyes left mine, focusing on the tie around my wrists and I felt hands from all directions caressing every part of me.

As I slurped along Silas' shaft I moved my hips without thinking, then froze. Something massive pressed against my opening.

"Don't be shy now, baby girl. I can feel how bad you want me."

Digger's eager voice was right... and I had nowhere left to go but down.

He groaned as his tip split me open and I hissed at the stretch, my face crumpling into a masochistic smile. *Fuck... Yes...* Freed hands found the nearest men within reach. I stroked Jett and the one who's name I didn't know, kissing and sucking Logan's tip without introduction. The reaction was priceless... five men groaning and gasping at my pleasure.

I would've scoffed if Logan wasn't halfway down my throat. After all, I still had one more hole that needed filling!

Silas was right on cue.

His thumb swirled around my asshole, pushing slowly against the tension and letting my hips rock back and forth with his coaxing touch. I was losing my mind already, stroking and sucking and trying to breathe. My eyes squeezed shut as Silas replaced his probing thumb with the fat tip of his cock... then they flew open as he slipped it inside me. I gagged on Logan's cock and gasped for air, my hands finding purchase on the back of the sofa.

"Deep breath, Sheli," I heard Logan chuckle, breathless. "Might be a second before you get another."

I glanced over and he was locked in an embrace with the young man who's name I still didn't know. Auburn coils shook as they kissed and botanical hand tattoos worked their way across Logan's abdomen. The nameless young man brought my fingers across to his straining erection and I took it gladly, searching the way they looked at one another. He gasped and smiled against Logan's lips as I started stroking him.

My body tensed and rolled with lust. This was too much... it had to be too much. No one woman could take all of this at once! I looked up at Jett for comfort but his eyes where elsewhere... staring at the filthy things his friends were doing to me.

It looked like my man was getting exactly what he wanted. Except...

Without a single thought left in my pretty little head I took my man's cock into my hand and stuck my tongue out for him. His eyes snapped to mine and with a wicked glare he pressed himself deep into the back of my throat. I gagged again, hard. But Jett was beyond courtesy, forcing his tip down my throat while Silas and Digger began working up a torturous rhythm. Whatever space Digger surrendered inside me was taken over by Silas who slid himself deep in my ass. I was stretched and filled and gasping for air but Jett gave me none.

The pleasure was blinding. I felt like I might die right there and then... rendered featureless by that heart-stopping, soul-splitting pleasure.

I began to see stars as I realized why they call it airtight...

What happened next can only be described as a chain reaction.

Jett started to cum down my throat, making my muscles tense as I swallowed again and again... muscles that were the end of Silas. He was the next to explode. I heard him curse as he came deep in my stretched ass. After that, Digger lost his own composure, fucking me deep and slow while he drained his balls inside my greedy cunt. In one fiery moment, I was overflowing.

Silas pulled out slowly and Jett lifted me off Digger's lap, wrapping me loosely in one of the oversized lakeside resort robes. He sat me down on the comfy chair by the fireplace and kissed my forehead.

"Let's do your fantasy next," he whispered.

And we did...

After that night, everything was different between Jett and I. We fought and fucked and spoke with so much more passion than before. I learned better than to anger him, finding all sorts of diabolical ways to make him bend to my will. And best of all, Jett no longer flinched when he told me his deepest desires.

He just needed to know what I was capable of.