“Ow,” Brian protested.

She released him from her mouth. “Did I bite you?”

“Yeah. You’ve never bitten me before. You’re having a hard time concentrating, aren’t you?”

She looked up at him. “I’m sorry.”

He touched her face. She’d try harder to pay attention to what she was doing. She ran her tongue around the head of his c**k and drew him inside her mouth again. She pressed his legs further apart so she could massage his bal s with the palm of her hand and rub his sensitive hole with two fingertips. Brian’s head fel back against the headboard with a loud thunk. He grabbed her hair in both fists as she sucked him deep, her tongue working against the underside of his c**k al the way down and then al the way back up. She could tel he approved of her renewed concentration by the punctuated gasps coming from the back of his throat. Trey leaned over her, his sweat dripping over the surface of her back. “You should see his face, Myrna. I think he’s about to blow the back of your head off.”

Myrna reached between her legs and brushed her fingertips over Trey’s sack. He gasped and lost his perfect rhythm altogether. He stayed buried deep so she could reach him. She massaged Trey’s bal s with one hand and Brian’s with the other. The combined gasps of the two men drove her to distraction. She rubbed her wrist against her clit while she fondled Trey, seeking sexual release. God, she ached. Her pu**y was so empty.

“So who’s gonna let go first?” Trey asked, biting into his sucker with a loud crunch. “I think I can outlast Brian.”

“You aren’t even moving anymore. Let her suck you and see how long you last. God, woman! Just put your fingers inside. Quit teasing me.”

She complied, sliding two fingers deep. He cried out hoarsely.

“She’s doing some amazing stuff with my nuts,” Trey said. “If I move, I’m pretty sure she’l stop.”

Myrna lifted her head. “What about me?” she whispered. “I want you inside me, Brian. Please. I need your thick c**k buried deep…”

Trey pul ed out, making Myrna moan. “Let’s switch then.”

“Do you want to ride me, sweetheart?” Brian asked.

“God, yes.” And if that made her a whore, so be it.

Brian slid down the bed to lie flat on his back between her thighs. She grabbed his c**k and guided it into her aching pu**y, taking him deep and fast. Rubbing that itch deep inside that only he could satisfy. Her head fel back as she pounded into him, vocalizing her pleasure in the back of her throat.

Trey drew a breath between his teeth. “God, that sound she makes…”

“…is so f**kin’ hot,” Brian finished Trey’s sentence.

Trey touched the back of Myrna’s head and she opened her eyes to look at him. He was standing on the bed in front of her. He’d removed the condom and his long c**k stood at attention, glistening before her.

“Suck him, Myrna,” Brian encouraged, looking up at them. “I can see everything from here.”

“Did you ever think you’d be lying there looking up at your best friend’s sack? How’s the view?” Trey chuckled. Myrna leaned forward and sucked Trey into her mouth. He’d coated his c**k with one of Brian’s flavored lotions and tasted like sweet coconut. She slurped him deep and he cursed under his breath.

“That’s it, baby. Teach him a lesson for being such a smart ass,” Brian said.

“Yeah, teach me a lesson, Professor.”

Brian wrapped his hands around her hips to help her raise and lower herself on his cock. She found it hard to concentrate on pleasuring Trey and herself at the same time. She placed a hand on Trey’s sweat-slick bel y and pul ed away. He grunted in protest as she abandoned him. She lowered her head, resting her forehead against Brian’s temple. Her hand ran down Trey’s thigh as she whispered into Brian’s ear, “Tel me what you want me to do to him. I’l do anything you say.”

“Anything?”

She turned her head to look at Brian. He was grinning deviously.

“You’re real y okay with this?” she asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be? It was my idea.”

“You don’t think I’m a whore?”

He laughed. “Why would I think that? You’re a gift from heaven as far as I’m concerned.”

Myrna glanced up a Trey. “Yeah, I’l do anything you tel me to,” she whispered into Brian’s ear.

“What are you two plotting?” Trey asked, grabbing Myrna’s hand that was stil resting on his thigh. He shifted her hand to his c**k and used it to stroke his flesh, twisting her wrist slightly each time her hand rubbed over his swol en head. “Please don’t tel me you changed your mind and now you’re going to toss me out in the hal way with a horrible case of blue bal s.”

“You know I wouldn’t do that to you, buddy,” Brian said and laughed maniacal y.

“On second thought…” Trey took a step sideways.

Myrna’s hand tightened on Trey’s c**k and he stopped. She looked up at him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Just trying to keep personal injury to a minimum.”

“I won’t hurt you, Trey,” she promised, sitting up.

“Unless I tel her to.”

“Huh?” Trey gasped.

“Move him a little to the left,” Brian said.

Myrna’s hands moved to Trey’s hips and she shifted him to the left.

“Wait, I—”

“Put your hand on his chest and shove him against the wal . Don’t let him give you any lip,” Brian instructed. Myrna shoved Trey against the wal . He hit his head with a loud thud. “Hey!” he protested.

“Grab his nuts and tel him to shut up.”

She grabbed Trey’s bal s and he cried out in pain.

“Easy,” Brian said.

Her grip loosened slightly. “Shut up.” She felt like she had a little devil on her shoulder, whispering naughty instructions to her.

“Yes, ma’am,” Trey squeaked.

“Lick the head of his dick.”

Her tongue darted from between her lips, wrapping around the head of Trey’s cock. He shuddered violently.

“Don’t give him much. Lick one side along the rim, over and over again. I want you to drive him crazy. Go.”

She did exactly as Brian instructed. Trey groaned in protest. Within a minute, Trey was rocking on the bal s of his feet, just like he did when the music overtook him on stage.