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I found myself, once again, struck big by how adult and pornographic her moves were. For a woman who was, until me, almost wholly unversed in sex, she had an innate sense for drawing men’s attention to her, using that attention, bringing them under her control. I blowjob marveled inwardly at how I had managed to find myself with any kind of authority over this highly-sexual young creature when every one else in her path seemed held by her sway. With her feet barely covering her most intimate, and one of the last private places she had from these men (save me), it wouldn’t have taken much for Jim to crane his neck for a clearer view, but he was enjoying watching the show nearly as much as she was providing it. Rachel leaned backwards with her arms behind her for support, swinging her legs wide and placing her feet on the table on either side of her. Jim gasped audibly as he found her on full display in front of him. “No tattoo there, either, but I really like the idea.” Leaning forward, still keeping her legs spread, she cradled her hands behind his head, pulling him towards her. “Where do you think it should go, though?” We could all pov hear him breathe her in deeply as she pressed his lips to her inner thigh. “Here?” Pulling his head to her other thigh, “Here?” I could see goosebumps rising from her flesh as Hardcore a new cumshot intensity flowed through the room. Derek was biting his lip, awestruck at the turn that poker night had taken. Jeff, who I had always doubted would’ve laid so much as a finger on her even if he had been right, now sat in rapt attention. “I think right here would be better.” Any guess about where he was going with his kisses, not that we had any, were instantly removed hearing her deep, throaty moan. She held him in place with one hand, the other clutching at her breast, pulling roughly on her nipple. Rachel began to quiver, her voice getting higher, faster, her breathing shallow. I knew that she was very near orgasming, and from experience, it sounded likely to be a powerful one. Fleetingly, I wondered what would happen once she did cum. I sincerely doubted right now that she would deny anyone in the room her body (perhaps not even her pussy, which she was still jealously guarding). I also doubted that, given the energy in the room now, any of us would’ve been able to stop what felt like the imminent and inevitable conclusion to her little strip tease. Her cries died out in frustration as Jim pulled away from her. “Before we go any further,” he began, over her furied cries for him to continue, “I think we’re all wondering where that tattoo is.” Jim slowly worked two fingers in and out of her. “Show me. And then, maybe, I’ll let you cum for us.” “Pleeeeeasse?” Jim kept fingering her, but offered no more respite, and it was clear it wasn’t enough stimulation to bring her over the edge. She looked towards Jeff, who was so enraptured by the scene before him he never even noticed her gaze, then towards Derek, who shrugged and nodded towards Jim, indicating clearly it was his decision. Finally, in desperation, she turned towards me. She let out a frustrated cry as I simply shook my head. Angrily, she crawled up on the table on all fours, her knees at the edge so that her tiny, puckered asshole was now almost directly in Jim’s face. He smiled wickedly at her. “I don’t have a tattoo. It was…it was kind of a test.” Jim was seizing control of the room and no one, not me and surprisingly not Rachel, was contesting his claim. “I’ve known Alex for a very long time. If he tells you something, says it’s going to get done, or pledges to keep your secret, he doesn’t lie.” I felt inwardly guilty at leaking her videos, clearly Jim was speaking truthfully, or at least what he considered to be the truth, about me. “I don’t know how your videos got out but testing him seems sort of unfair to me.” Placing his hand on one ass cheek, he slid his fingers inward. Rachel flinched as his fingers softly rubbed against her asshole but did nothing else. No pleas for him to stop, not even a glance in my direction; whatever turn this night was taking, Rachel seemed intent on seeing it through. “And it certainly isn’t fair to us. Offering up such a prize under false pretenses.” Standing up behind her, he unbuckled his belt, pulling it free from his jeans and doubling it up in his hand. “I think a little punishment is in order.” He swung it at her ass, not hard enough to bruise, but definitely hard enough to sting. Rachel remained steady on her hands as knees as the belt connected. “Nothing to say for yourself, doll?” He swung again, harder. She bit down on her lip, but managed again to not make any noise, not give any indication she had felt it at all. “That’s fine. "Nice house." After setting plans and expectations for the coming weeks of Mike and Jim being away in North Florida... the conversation went directly into sex, along with recounting the night we had just shared, what made us laugh about it, big what scared Hardcore the crap out of us, and what the implications of our meeting each other might mean. When the first electric shock hit me I again collapsed to the floor but this time my right hand went to my pussy and my left hand went to my tits. Meaning that the girls could be roasted alive wthout any issues. We laid there for a little while longer and then Janie called her mom. She said we will when everyone is asleep tonight ok, I said perfect Baby Girl, I love you. She went into Mother mode; checking herself, quickly putting her spandex shorts back on, adjusted the waistband of her dress so it blowjob slid down pov to her hips and showed less of her legs. He now had a really silly expression on his young face. They're not actors. Being shot might have been cumshot preferable to that electricity again.