I can hear the murmur of men's voices as Jordan leads me toward his living room. His arm briefly tightens around my waist in a reassuring squeeze. The tender gesture makes me smile even while I take a deep breath to steady my nerves.
Six men have come to Jordan's house this evening in order to fulfill my biggest fantasy. Like Jordan, they are powerful men, successful in their various careers. They're also men whom Jordan trusts to be discreet. Most of them, he's told me, are married, which ensures they won't discuss tonight's events with others.
Outside the living room doorway, Jordan stops and turns to face me. We've been dating for six months, but he can still make me weak-kneed with that intense stare. My infatuation with him hasn't subsided in the least, even as we've become so intimately familiar with each other. At forty-five, he's almost twenty years my senior. Both his friends and mine warned that our relationship wouldn't last, and I had my own doubts at first. His world is far different than mine; I don't come from his kind of money. But I'm not with him for his money. I'm with him because while I'm in his presence, I feel alive in a way I never have before.
As Jordan now regards me with an affectionate smile, he caresses a tendril of dark hair that frames my face, delighting in the feel of it between his fingers. I've swept the rest of my hair back to keep it out of the way.
"You look so beautiful, Liv." His gaze moves downward, over the slinky slip dress I wear. With delicate straps, it's a soft pink and covers only a little of my thighs. Beneath it, I wear a matching thong. My feet are bare. Jordan is overdressed in comparison, wearing dress pants and a button-down shirt, the sleeves of which are rolled halfway up his forearms. Though he's well aware of how gorgeous he is, he's never arrogant. Already, I long to run my fingers through his thick, dark hair. I ache to feel his strong body beneath my hands.
And I want to do it while six strangers watch.
Jordan and I have already discussed what will happen tonight, planning it out as if choreographing an erotic dance. This is my fantasy, but he wants me completely at ease while we're indulging in it, and it's true that knowing what to expect chases away some of my nervousness. Now, he strokes my cheek, his blue eyes bright. I understand how much he's looking forward to this, for he has an exhibitionist streak of his own. But he's cool and collected while checking in with me.
"Are you ready?" he asks, searching my face for any sign that I'm getting cold feet.
"Absolutely," I reply without hesitation. Jordan is older, and the breadth of his life experiences makes him wiser. But I'm far from naïve; I have enough self-knowledge to understand what I crave on the deepest level.
Jordan smiles at the determination he sees in my face. Giving me a wink, he says, "Let's join our guests, then."
Hand in hand, we step into the living room. I feel small beneath the vaulted ceiling with its skylights. The men sit in comfortable chairs, which form a half-circle facing the huge couch. And on the floor, between their chairs and the couch, is a mattress covered by a silk sheet.
At my appearance, the men fall silent, allowing their stares to settle upon me. Jordan has ensured that they feel at home, for almost all of them have a drink in hand. Some sip wine, while others have opted for hard liquor. I notice there are several small bottles of lube placed within easy reach. Jordan really has thought of everything.
He has a wide circle of friends, acquaintances, and associates, and I've not met any of these men before. The oldest appears to be close to sixty, while the youngest is in his mid-thirties. When I meet his gaze, his eyes widen a little. He looks a bit stunned to be included in this gathering. He also wears a wedding ring.
"Everyone, this is Liv," Jordan says with a smile.
The other men greet me, smiling as well. I murmur a hello, fighting the urge to duck my head. No sense in getting shy now, I tell myself.
It's all so polite, so proper, which is just how I want it. I want to be watched and admired, not jeered at. And these men are watching me with anticipation, the way they might look forward to the start of a symphony or ballet. As Jordan leads me to the couch, I feel the weight of the men's stares moving over my body. It's surreal, strolling before them in so little clothing, but I'm already wet.
Before Jordan sits down, he turns to me and cups my face in his hands. His kiss is tender yet passionate, his tongue seeking mine. The room is so silent that I think I can hear my pulse begin to race. Jordan delights in my mouth, moaning with pleasure. When he breaks the kiss, I find his stare has grown hot.
Once he settles onto the couch, I take my place on his lap, facing the other men. As soon as I drape a leg over either side of Jordan's thighs, the energy in the room changes. The men lean forward, eagerly watching my slip ride upward. I can't help but smile while spreading my legs a little wider. I wonder if the crotch of my panties is visibly wet.
Leaning back against Jordan, I close my eyes as he slides his palms over my thighs. He takes hold of the slip and lifts it even higher until it's bunched around my hips. "Look at the way they're staring at you," he whispers.
I open my eyes, studying each man in turn. Almost directly across from me is a gorgeous, powerfully built Black man around Jordan's age. I can easily discern his muscular thighs beneath his dress pants. When our eyes lock, he gives me a sexy smile, and I immediately smile back.
Jordan toys with the right strap of my slip, moving his fingers beneath it. Slowly, so slowly, he draws it from my shoulder and down my arm. We're both breathing a little faster as he exposes more of my skin.
The moment he reveals my breast, the subtle erotic tension in the room grows. The men blatantly stare, and I look down as well. My hard nipple is a darker pink than the slip I wear. Though my breasts are small, they perfectly complement my slender frame.
Jordan fondles my tit, gently kneading my flesh. When he grazes my nipple with his fingertips, I let out a moan of longing, and I hear one of the men groan faintly in response. The guests have set aside their drinks. They shift a little in their chairs, and I wonder how hard each of them has become.
Jordan lowers the other strap, exposing my left breast. A delicious shiver travels through me, arching my spine, so I thrust out my tits. By now, I'm soaked between my thighs, and I have to refrain from rocking my hips. Breathing in, I inhale Jordan's familiar scent, which only serves to heighten my lust. He tugs at my nipple, daring to pinch it.
My moans grow louder, which prompts him to laugh low and soft. "Oh, you're getting excited now, aren't you, baby?"
I quickly nod in reply, not trusting myself to speak. Several of the men are languidly stroking their cocks through their pants, including the oldest. He manages to look refined and distinguished even while pleasuring himself. The youngest man, meanwhile, glances at the other guests, as if seeking permission. Then he begins stroking as well. His timid nature delights me, yet when our eyes meet again, I see the unmistakable lust in his gaze.
Jordan's hand travels lower, settling between my thighs. His fingers are gentle in pulling aside the crotch of my panties. I'm waxed completely smooth, giving the men an unobstructed view of my pussy. They seem to collectively sigh in appreciation at the sight.
"So wet for these men!" Jordan says loud enough for them to hear. A fierce blush heats my cheeks, but I make no attempt to close my legs and hide my cunt. He takes his time massaging my clit; I feel his lips against my hair. Looking at the men surrounding us, I see the blatant hunger in their stares. Already, my clit is exquisitely sensitive, as if their gazes have stimulated it along with Jordan's fingers.
When I begin writhing, Jordan eases me off his lap. As he moves to kneel before me, I impatiently remove the slip and toss it aside. Then I lift my ass from the couch so Jordan can tug down my panties. Once I'm free of them, he flashes a playful grin and tosses them over his shoulder.
The man with that sexy smile catches them. He doesn't wear a wedding ring, I notice, so at least he won't have to hide my panties from anyone. He gives me a wink before sliding them into his pocket.
Jordan plants kisses along my inner thighs. I hear him breathing deeply to catch my scent. When he spreads my outer lips with gentle fingers, I feel his warm exhalation against my wet folds. He doesn't hesitate to dive right in, licking and sucking. The sound of his mouth devouring my pussy carries to the other men. I release faint cries while playing with my nipples, and my face takes on a pleading look. I am so incredibly aroused that I can't think straight. Inhibition falls away entirely.
Weaving my fingers through Jordan's hair, I roll my hips, grinding my pussy against his face. "Oh, my God, yes! More!" I plead with him, but I'm looking at the others.
Whatever they see in my face erodes their inhibitions as well. The sight of them taking out their cocks sends a shudder through me. Jordan fingers my wet pussy while suckling my clit. He knows it's much easier for me to climax from intercourse after I've had a clitoral orgasm, and he's determined to make me come. The other men don't look around at one another now that they've freed their dicks, which are in various states of hardness. Instead, they focus their attention solely on me. I revel in it, growing almost unbearably excited.
"I'm gonna come!" I cry out. Jordan moans, his tongue never ceasing. When he gazes up at me, I see that his eyes are heavy-lidded with his own arousal.
My thighs start visibly trembling. While nearing orgasm, I find it difficult to look at the other men's faces, for I feel so vulnerable and exposed on this precipice. Instead, I watch them masturbate, and I can tell they love me watching.
Jordan's fingers, still buried inside me, curl upward, applying a bliss-inducing pressure. I have to close my eyes, hiding for a moment behind my lids. Then, I surrender to the climax, wailing as my muscles rhythmically contract. His tongue is merciless on my clit, lashing that swollen bud. I feel like I'm dissolving into a rapturous pool, the spasms pulling me taut before finally leaving me spent. But even when the orgasm subsides, an abject need remains, making me crave more. When I open my eyes, I find the men immersed in their pleasure. One of them has his head thrown back, his lips parted while he strokes his rock-hard dick.
Though I'm still breathing fast, Jordan leaves me little time to recover, for this show is far from over. Climbing to his feet, he reaches for my hands. I'm docile in his grasp, my knees managing to hold me upright as we stand on the mattress, closer to the men. Several have lubed up their cocks, making the sound of their stroking more pronounced. As Jordan stares down at me, I sense his fierce need, and I feel it in the hard kiss he plants on my mouth. His hands roam over my skin before giving my ass a possessive squeeze. The taste of my pussy still lingers on his tongue.
When we draw apart, he begins unbuttoning his shirt. I sink to my knees before him, then reach for his belt buckle with trembling hands. By the time I have his pants and underwear lowered, revealing his hard cock, he's removed his undershirt as well. In moments, he's completely naked.
The eagerness of our spectators is almost palpable, and I waste no time in taking hold of Jordan's dick so I can kiss and lick its entire length. He's a little larger than average, with a nice girth. I hear his pleasured sigh as I slide my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Despite his fervent desire, he gently caresses my hair.
With obvious enthusiasm, I lick and suck Jordan's sack while stroking his cock. When I draw his right nut into my mouth, one of the men watching us groans at the sight.
Finally, I decide I've made them wait long enough. Before I wrap my lips around Jordan's cockhead, I look over at the others. They're all stroking, their stares riveted to the scene playing out before them. I focus on their faces rather than their dicks, for I want to see the excitement in their eyes. I want to know I'm pleasing them as well as Jordan.
Returning my full attention to Jordan's cock, I lean to take it in my mouth. He moans at the feel of my tongue swirling over his flesh. His precum is readily flowing now, and I derive my own satisfaction from tasting it. Though he knows I have a fairly weak gag reflex, he normally allows me to set the pace when sucking him off. Tonight, however, is different, for we're both performing. His hand on my head becomes insistent, guiding me forward. I do my best to relax my throat muscles so I can accept the intrusion of his cock.